The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 361

She hoped that Clive was right, that once this blew over, Milford would reconcile with her.

Seeing that Tamara was no longer sulking, Clive smiled and ruffled her hair. "That's better. Stop looking so gloomy all day."

Tamara forced a smile, but her heart felt hollow. Even though Clive hadn't said it explicitly, she knew the truth. Everything had changed.

Josiah's coldness, Zeus's dismissiveness, Clive's indifference... The three Sloan brothers no longer seemed to spoil her unconditionally like they used to.

But even knowing this, what could she do? Her only support system left was the Sloan family. If she burned bridges with them...how could she survive in the Sherwood household?

Tamara clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms. Was she really going to be trapped like this?

...

After dinner, Zadie personally drove Tamara back to the Sherwood estate.

Tamara had quieted down after failing to elicit the response she was hoping for. She followed Zadie into the car in a daze and returned to the Sherwoods'.

The night was heavy outside the villa. Zadie held Tamara's hand as they stood in the shadows of the garden, speaking in hushed tones.

"Tamara, don't take your father's words to heart. Mom knows you're feeling wronged."

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