The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 557

A flicker of disbelief crossed Milford's eyes. "Do you really think Tamara will agree to that?"

"What does it matter if she agrees or not?" Fitch sneered. "If we want the child, do you think she can stop us?"

Milford fell silent. A sudden, bitter realization washed over him. Fitch had been manipulating him from the very beginning. His marriage, his future child—they were nothing more than bargaining chips in his father's game.

Seeing her son's grim expression, Gloria quickly tried to smooth things over. "Milford, your father is only doing this for your own good. A woman like Tamara doesn't deserve you. Once the baby is born, you can divorce her anytime you want..."

"Mom!" Milford interrupted, his voice rough. "Do you think this is fair to me?"

Gloria froze, stunned by his outburst.

Fitch waved his hand impatiently. "Enough! What's the point of crying about fairness now? The damage is done. You will keep Tamara happy and steady. No more mistakes!"

He stood up, towering over his son with a hardened gaze. "When will you finally learn? We didn't raise you all these years for you to act on silly emotions."

Milford stood rooted to the spot, a crushing weight pressing against his chest, making it hard to breathe.

After a long pause, he let out a dark chuckle. "Fine. I'll do as you say. Just don't regret it later!"

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the study. The deafening slam of the door shook the entire villa.

With the house engulfed in madness, Gloria couldn't stand being there another second. Seeking a moment of peace, she went out for a walk. She wandered the streets aimlessly, her heart heavy with anxiety.

The Sherwood family had been an absolute mess lately. Milford and Tamara's scandal had turned their home upside down, while Fitch was entirely consumed by his corporate schemes. Caught in the middle, Gloria felt like she was suffocating.

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