The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Fortune 45

Chapter 45

Tanya didn't sleep well that night. She felt a deep sense of guilt toward Madison

Madison had been on her own for more than 20 years, worn out to the point of having a stomach illness. As Madison's mother, how could Tanya not be heartbroken?

Tampa woke up early the next morning and instructed the maids to make chicken broth. She let it cook until noon before hurriedly taking it to the hospital.

She couldn't help but imagine how touched Madison would be. She pondered about talking Madison into being more considerate. She wanted her to stop stirring up trouble among the family and stop being jealous of Rebecca

without her upbringing, Madison fell short in every way compared to Rebecca.

Tanya stood at the hospital room door with her chin up. As she opened the door, she said, "I brought you some broth, Maddie."

Tanga waited with an air of pride for Madison to show her gratitude, but her expression froze

Inside the room, Josephine gently sat down, and the table was filled with food.

"You're here, Tanya. Have you eaten? Maddie is just about to eat." Josephine looked at the lunch box in Tanya's hand. "You have brought some food for Maddie as well. Come on

Josephine got up to take the lunch box and said with a smile, "Maddie has a stomach issue, and it has worsened into acute gastroenteritis. The doctor instructed us to be extra careful with what she eats." Tanya awkwardly sat on a chair. "Did you prepare all this?"

the chicken broth in the lunch box,

placed the broth next to the

a layer of oil on top and bits of onions floating in

Josephine taking charge. Even though Tanya was Madison's biological mother, it felt like she was being treated as

in the morning, and simmered it on low heat. I rushed over to

served Madison a bowl of chicken broth

to be moved by

josephine, the sentiment behind it was

merely glanced at the chicken broth and burned away, instead, she drank the vegetable soup. Things got

face immediately fell. Feeling agitated,

locked at

the quiet type. What

last bite, the chicken broth Tanya brought

took the lunch box and left without saying

when someone older-even if it wasn't her own

Madison up yesterday,

But she came by today with chicken broth to make up

seen a daughter showing their mother

was nothing like the thoughtful Rebecca, Just thinking about how Rebecca would happily praise the chicken broth she cooked made Tanya feel a little better. At the end of the day, Rebecca was always the

you in such a hurry? You didn't even say

the look on Madison's face? I'm her mother, nother enemy. After all the effcet I put into bringing her food, she looks at me as if