?<strong>Chapter 968:</strong>


    With a soft, understanding smile, Madisyn exined, “I really appreciate your invitation, but I can’t ept it today. However, I know a fantastic restaurant in Ansport. How about we have lunch there tomorrow instead?”


    Marcus chuckled, nodding. “Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll look forward to it.”


    As she stepped out of the hospital room, Madisyn pulled out her phone and called her uncle to update him on the situation. When Luka heard that Marcus had regained consciousness, Evita’s scheme had unraveled, and the coboration was still intact, a wave of renewed hope surged through him.


    He had been convinced the coboration was lost, but once again, his niece had delivered good news.


    “Madisyn, you’re honestly my lucky star! This oue is such a surprise!” Luka was absolutely thrilled. “I’m so d you’re here.”


    After hanging up, Luka paced his office.


    As he reflected on all the things Madisyn had done for him, Luka found himself unsure of how to properly express his gratitude. Madisyn, however, wasn’t concerned with gratitude; she had no idea that Luka was secretly nning a surprise for her.


    Susan, already engaged to Dane and expecting a baby, was due to marry next month. She was waiting in the parking lot, and Madisyn quickly made her way over, not wanting to keep her friend waiting too long.


    “Is everything resolved?” Susan asked softly, her voice filled with concern, as Madisyn returned.


    Madisyn nodded.


    “Perfect timing! I’ve already booked a restaurant. Let’s go grab a bite together.”


    “Alright.”


    Madisyn drove, savoring the rare and precious moments spent with her friend.


    After a delightful meal, they wandered through a nearby mall, enjoying each other’spany. By the time Susan returned home, it was already past three in the afternoon.


    Madisyn decided to skip the office for the rest of the day. She sent Andrew a quick message, turned her car around, and headed home.


    Madisyn’s text shed on Andrew’s phone screen, interrupting his focus andpelling him to pause his work. Without a second thought, he initiated a video call, his curiosity piqued by the message.


    As the call connected, Madisyn’s delicate, porcin-like face appeared on the screen.


    Andrew’s gaze lingered on her slightly rxed expression before he spoke. “Why did you suddenly go home? Are you feeling unwell?”


    Madisyn, worn out from a hectic day, felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. She rubbed her face briefly before setting her phone down on the desk. Straightening her posture, she perked up and said lightly, “Something minor happened, but it’s all sorted now.”


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