Chapter 1216 Thanksgiving (IV)

• “No, Mr. Wembley.” Madison Sawyer fought to squeeze out a smile, but she could feel tears about to spill. “I almost forgot—I still need to drop off gifts for those directors. Skipping it would look bad. I’ll leave it here, I’ll come see you again in a few days.” Seeing the confusion and worry all over Mr. Wembley’s face, she forced a joke. “Besides, you know me—I mostly came to see Chad. I’ll come back when he’s home.”
• She finished and yanked the door open, stepping out fast. If she stayed even one more second, the tears would burst through and flood out. The little puppy, clueless but anxious, scrambled after her with soft whimpers. Its legs were too short; after a couple of steps it tumbled and could only yelp in a panic. Mr. Wembley hurried over, scooped it up, and opened the door to look—but Madison’s figure was already gone.
• Mr. Wembley muttered, puzzled, “What’s going on? That Chad kid, seriously. Couldn’t even give Madison a heads-up? Made her come all this way for nothing—what the heck is that?”