The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 552

Having seen his fair share of domestic drama in the OB-GYN department, the doctor knew there was nothing more he could say. Shaking his head in resignation, he offered one last warning before walking away. "I hope you remember that a pregnant woman is physically and emotionally fragile. She can't withstand this kind of torment. If she's brought in here again, you might not be so lucky."

Milford stood rooted to the spot, every word the doctor had spoken twisting like a knife in his chest. He looked down at his bloodstained cuffs, his hands automatically curling into tight fists.

...

Inside the private suite.

Tamara slowly fluttered her eyes open. The first things she registered were the stark white ceiling and the overpowering smell of rubbing alcohol. She instinctively reached down to touch her abdomen. Only when she felt the slight, familiar swell and confirmed she wasn't experiencing any agonizing pain did she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

However, the moment she turned her head, she was met with Milford's dark, thunderous glare.

Having just endured a blistering lecture from the doctor, Milford was seething with pent-up rage, practically counting the seconds until she woke up so he could confront her. He stood at the edge of the bed, his suit jacket discarded. The dried blood on his rolled-up shirtsleeves only amplified the glacial aura radiating from him.

"You're awake?" He asked, his voice low and heavy with suppressed fury.

Tamara's fingers curled into the bedsheets. She forced herself to maintain a composed facade. "Milford... I..."

Milford let out a cruel scoff, denying her the chance to formulate an excuse. He leaned in, trapping her under his intense scrutiny. "Tamara! Didn't you tell me you took the pill? How the hell are you pregnant if you took it?"

He should have known better than to trust a woman who breathed nothing but lies.

Milford's gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, seemingly ready to flay her alive. Tamara's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her panic with her signature helpless, teary-eyed look. "I... I did take it! But the pill isn't a hundred percent effective. I have no idea why I still got pregnant after taking it... Milford, I swear I didn't lie to you."

"Dream on!"

Tamara's face drained of all color, her chest heaving as panic truly set in. Milford's attitude was resolute, and it terrified her. Desperation took over. She couldn't afford to play nice anymore.

Seizing the brief second he loosened his iron grip, Tamara covertly slid her hand under her pillow, reaching for her phone to secretly call Hackett.

The Sloan and Sherwood families were currently deeply entwined in a major corporate partnership. If her father found out she was pregnant and Milford was trying to force an abortion, he would absolutely destroy Milford.

Unaware of her covert maneuver, Milford simply stared down at her with hollow eyes. "I'll have someone arrange the procedure for you as soon as possible. You'd better cooperate."