Chapter: 1705

Cliff, ever composed, said, "Laney's only twenty-three. There's no need to rush into anything. We can revisit the topic of relationships later."

Madison's gaze flickered between the two of them, Something lurked beneath the surface, tugging at Madison's intuition, though she couldn't quite grasp what it was.

After dinner, as Cliff busied himself washing fruit and Laney retreated upstairs for a phone call, Madison huddled with her younger son and husband. “I'd wager a hundred thousand that Cliff and Laney have rekindled their connection.”

Philip shook his head skeptically. "Doubtful. If they'd reconciled, why would Laney maintain such distance from Cliff?"

Gerry abstained from the bet, his curiosity piqued by something else entirely. "Has Cliff discovered some fountain of youth? He seems to have shed years from his shoulders lately.”