Chapter 63 Brandon Madden’s Fury

Half an hour later, Brandon returned to the Madden residence.

As the butler greeted him, Brandon handed over his coat. “Where’s the Madam and the Young Miss?”

“They’re in the room.” The butler draped the coat over his arm and replied.

Brandon hummed in acknowledgment and walked upstairs.

In the room upstairs, Mrs. Madden and Lyra were sitting at the end of the bed, looking at the photo albums together.

Lyra pointed to a photo of herself. “Mom, do you still remember this photo?”

Mrs. Madden stroked Lyra’s long hair lovingly. “Of course I do. It was taken when you were six years old. I still remember you played hide-and-seek that year, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was so scared that I thought you went missing, but you fell asleep hiding in the attic.

“I know. I woke up and came down from the attic myself, only to find you crying. You even called the police.” Lyra reminisced.

The smile on Mrs. Madden faded a little, and her eyes flashed with hatred.

It was only natural for