Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day novel Chapter 247

The helicopter touched down safely on the private training grounds of Mukino International.

"President Grant!"

The head of the training base rushed toward the combat aircraft that had been making headlines over the past month.

The staff followed in his wake, all eager to extend their hard-earned gratitude to Ethan.

They bowed respectfully to Madison as well.

Ethan waved them off, instructing the maintenance crew, "Put in some extra effort and thoroughly check the wear and tear on this jet. Use only the best parts for any repairs and maintenance."

"Understood, please rest assured, President Grant."

Afterward, Ethan, with Madison in tow, headed out where William had the car ready and Jia, the butler, had prepared a lavish meal back at the house.

Once in the car, Madison collapsed onto Ethan's lap, eyes closed, no longer wishing to move a muscle.

As the tension that wound her so tight for so long finally released, fatigue crashed over her like a relentless wave.

By the time they arrived at the Mu Lake Splendor Villas, Madison had fallen asleep.

Knowing full well how exhausted she was, Ethan couldn't bear to wake her, and he carried the sleeping Madison into the house with weary arms.

Madison wasn't deeply asleep; as soon as Ethan laid her on the bed, she awoke.

"Huh?" Her eyes fluttered open in confusion.

Ethan chuckled, gently ruffling her hair, "How did you wake up so fast?"

"I'm hungry..." Madison sighed, slowly sitting up.

"The chef has prepared dinner, do you want to eat before you sleep?"

"Okay."

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Downstairs in the dining room.

Jia personally laid out the food on the table, standing by attentively awaiting their arrival.

"Mr. Grant, Miss Clark," Jia said, pulling out chairs for the two.

Ethan, fatigued as he was, had little appetite but still made sure to serve Madison.

"I can't eat that much." Madison frowned.

With everyone so worn out, it was natural that their appetites were diminished.

"The chef has specially made a soup to replenish your energy, please try some," Jia offered as he ladled soup for them.

He seemed a tad too attentive.

Ethan looked up, puzzled, "What's on your mind?"

Jia paused for a few seconds before stepping forward, bowing deeply with great solemnity.

Madison and Ethan exchanged glances, both a bit perplexed.

He was, after all, the butler; such formality seemed excessive.

But when Jia straightened up, he shared, "My home is in Nanlin. What Mr. Grant and Miss Clark have done for the quake, it has moved me..."

Jia was alone in the world, making his attachment to his hometown that much more profound.

Being unable to assist his community with even the smallest issues due to his work weighed on him heavily.

Witnessing the generosity of his employers, Jia felt a sincere urge to express his gratitude.

Ethan caught on to Jia's sentiment and after a brief silence, he said, "Take a week off. Go wherever you wish. Visiting Nanlin is fine."

Jia was taken aback, his eyes reddening slightly, a rare sight for such a robust man.

His parents had passed away, and with the recent earthquake, he was eager to visit their gravesite but couldn't find the opportunity.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant!" Jia bowed again with deep appreciation.

"Go ahead," Ethan said, continuing his meal.

"William, arrange a car for him."

"Will do."

Gratitude filled Jia's gaze as he departed.

Once Jia had left, Madison nudged Ethan's shoulder with a grin, "Quite the kind heart you have."

Ethan was somewhat at a loss under her gaze, the corners of his mouth caught between a bitter smile and resignation.