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."

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