The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 556

Inside the hospital room.

Hackett picked up the black card, weighing it in his hand with a satisfied smirk. "The Sherwood family knows what's good for them."

Zadie let out a long sigh of relief. "With Fitch stepping in, Milford wouldn't dare pull any more stunts."

Tamara leaned against the headboard, gently resting a hand on her flat stomach. A faint, mocking smile touched her lips.

Did the Sherwoods really think a black card was enough to appease her? How naive.

She looked up at her parents, her voice softening into a mask of innocence. "Dad, Mom, I'm tired. I want to rest."

Zadie nodded hastily. "Of course, sweetheart. You get some sleep. Mom will stay right here with you."

Tamara obediently closed her eyes, but her mind was already calculating her next move.

...

Meanwhile, the three Sherwoods arrived home.

Milford, still stinging from Fitch’s slap, walked with a stony expression. He stood before the study desk, the angry red welt on his cheek still visible, his eyes as cold as ice.

Seeing Milford's defiant attitude only fueled Fitch’s rage. He had explicitly warned him that morning not to cause any trouble. And what did Milford do?

He had promised to behave, only to pull a stunt like this! Milford was the one who couldn't control himself, yet he had the audacity to give his father an attitude?

Sitting heavily in his leather chair, Fitch tapped his fingers rhythmically against the desk. "So, you finally know the meaning of shame?" his voice was deadly calm. "Where was that sense earlier? Tell me exactly what happened. I want the truth."

There were certain questions he couldn't ask in front of Hackett and Zadie.

Milford was at a loss for words. Truth be told, he still had no idea how it had happened. He had just woken up to find them in bed together.

His jaw tightened. "I told you, I don't know."

Fitch shot her a cold glare. "What do we do? We appease her, of course!"

Since the deed was done, Milford's only option was to keep Tamara steady. If worse came to worst, they would keep the baby and discard the mother.

He looked back at Milford, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Hackett still has a few major projects he hasn't handed over. If we burn our bridges now, all our previous efforts will be for nothing."

Milford's head snapped up. "Dad, are you saying..."

"Coax her into having the child first," Fitch commanded icily. "As for what happens after..."

He trailed off, but Milford understood perfectly. Keep the child, discard the mother.

A suffocating weight pressed down on Milford's chest. "You want me to sacrifice the rest of my life for the Sherwood Group?"

Fitch frowned. "What sacrifice? It's just a child. Once it's born and raised in our family, you can still marry whoever you want. How does this affect you?"