Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 111:

Howard had kept his scars hidden from the world, even from his own family.

He had built walls around himself, distancing everyone, even those who loved him.

“Howard, if you trust me, let me help you. Maybe I can help you get better.” Madisyn looked straight into his eyes, her voice unwavering.

As Howard met her gaze, something stirred within him—a sense of security he hadn’t felt in a long time. There was something in her voice, in the way she looked at him, that made him believe she might be telling the truth.

But… maybe she was just passionate about helping.

He knew Madisyn had grown up with the Chapman family, and she hadn’t been treated well by them. Perhaps, that was what made her such a caring person. If he refused her now, it would probably hurt her deeply.

“Alright,” he whispered.

With a deep breath, Howard closed his eyes and began to remove his hat and mask.

As he did, his disfigured face slowly came into view.

Howard kept his eyes shut, bracing himself for the reaction he feared.

He could feel Madisyn’s gaze on him, but instead of the recoil he expected, there was warmth—a gentle touch on his scarred skin. Surprised, he opened his eyes to find Madisyn standing close, her hand resting softly against his face.noveldrama

This was the first time since the accident that anyone had touched him with such tenderness.

Most people recoiled at the sight of him; even his family struggled to hide their discomfort.

But as he looked into Madisyn’s eyes, something in him softened, and before he knew it, tears blurred his vision.

Madisyn smiled, a warmth in her voice that was impossible to ignore. “You must have been very handsome.”

Howard blinked, caught off guard. Her words wrapped around him, and for a moment, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time—hope.

Most saw only the scars, but Madisyn seemed to see beyond them.

“Don’t say that just to make me feel better,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion as he struggled to accept the kindness she offered.

“I’m not just trying to make you feel better. I have a way to help you heal,” Madisyn replied, her tone both gentle and resolute.

Inspecting Howard’s condition, Madisyn continued, her expression calm yet serious, “Howard, this isn’t just about burns. You’ve been poisoned.”

Howard stared at her, shock washing over him. “Poisoned? What are you talking about?”

“Can you tell me exactly what happened?” Madisyn asked, her voice soft.

Howard took a deep breath, the weight of his memories pressing down on him, but finally, he spoke. “There was a fire. I went in to save her. I managed to get her out, but then a beam collapsed on my leg. I blacked out. When I woke up… I was in the hospital.”

The memory of waking to find himself disfigured and crippled was a haunting nightmare that had never left him.

But poisoning? How could that be part of this?

Madisyn listened closely, then paused, piecing together the puzzle. “I think I know what kind of poison it was. I’ll start by detoxifying you. For your skin, take the pills I gave you. You should see improvement within a week.”

Her voice carried a quiet confidence that made him want to believe her.

But doubt crept in—how could someone so young succeed where experienced doctors had failed?

“Alright… I hear you,” he said, more to keep her spirits up than out of belief.

Madisyn could sense Howard’s skepticism, but it didn’t deter her. She knew that once he started the treatment, he’d see the results for himself.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Elaine busied herself, preparing ingredients with care, her eyes frequently drifting toward the door.

Seeing Howard and Madisyn in deep conversation filled her with a sense of relief.

After all this time, Howard was finally opening up—because of Madisyn.

Elaine wiped away a tear, focusing on her cooking with renewed purpose.

Madisyn texted Jared, asking him to send over some herbs.

He arrived within the hour.

Madisyn wasted no time, heading to the kitchen to prepare the medicine for Howard. As she entered the kitchen, she caught sight of her mother cooking.

“Mom, do you need any help?” Madisyn offered, her voice light.

“No, sweetheart. You stay with Howard. I haven’t seen him this talkative in a long time.”

Elaine paused, her eyes softening as she added with a wistful sigh, “Madisyn, you know, Howard really likes you.”

Madisyn felt a warm glow spread through her chest at her mother’s words. “He’s a good man, Mom,” she replied, her voice tinged with quiet determination. “I’ll do everything I can to help him get better.”

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