Zoey's POV
Madam Madox, her face beaming with joy, extended her hand and said to me, "Zoey, come over here."
I approached her, respectfully addressing her as "Madam Madox."
She took my hand, gently caressing it, and remarked with a sigh, "Russell is truly blessed."
Hearing this, I was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond.
At the same time, the wolf within me sensed my embarrassment and softly whimpered in the depths of my consciousness, as if to comfort me not to take it too seriously.
Then, Madam Madox continued, "Don't call me Madam Madox anymore. Call me 'Mom' instead."
I suppressed a laugh, finding her incredibly endearing.
She went on, "Russell is always so secretive and doesn't want it publicized. Just whisper it once."
I leaned in close to her ear and softly called
