The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 581

Tamara rushed to 'persuade' her. "Carola, don't speak of Leilani that way... After all, she didn't actually do anything. This was all just Milford's wishful thinking—and mine. If you want to blame anyone, blame me... Blame me for not seeing the truth sooner. If I had only known..."

Tamara shed a few sorrowful tears.

Carola's voice trembled with rage. "Tamara, you're just too kind-hearted! Someone like Leilani is nothing but a homewrecker! And Milford must have been blind to fall for her!"

Listening to her curses, Tamara’s lips curled into a faint smile on the other end of the line, where Carola couldn’t see.

She gently soothed her. "Carola, calm down for now. You don't want Lance to overhear you..."

Carola took a deep breath, barely suppressing her anger. "Don't worry, Tamara. I won't let you suffer for nothing! Once I get out of here, I'll definitely help you get justice!"

"You're so good to me, Carola..." Tamara choked out, sounding deeply 'moved'.

They chatted for a few more minutes before Carola reluctantly hung up, not forgetting to remind Tamara to take good care of herself and the baby.

Putting her phone down, the fragility on Tamara’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sneer.

Carola was still as stupid as ever, easily led by the nose with just a few words.

But this worked out perfectly. Once Carola was released, there would be plenty of opportunities to make Leilani's life miserable.

Tamara lazily leaned back against the sofa, her fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest in a cheerful mood. Perhaps her recent days had just been too comfortable.

After finishing the call, her thoughts drifted to Clive, whom she hadn't contacted in quite some time.

Ever since Clive had been slapped with a hefty breach-of-contract penalty—and especially after her inability to help him the last time he asked—he had been deeply disappointed and hadn't reached out. Feeling both uncertain and guilty, Tamara hadn't dared to contact him either.

However, enough time had passed. Clive had probably cooled off by now. Conveniently, Fitch had recently given her some financial compensation.

Tamara froze. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she had misread it. But after double-checking, she confirmed that the massive sum was indeed from Clive.

She was utterly baffled. Had Clive paid off his debts? He was being incredibly generous. Throwing around a cool million like it was nothing—he was acting even wealthier than before his bankruptcy.

Anyone with a brain could tell that Clive's money wasn't obtained through legitimate means. Given the current state of the Sloan family, Tamara knew perfectly well what was going on. The family hadn't offered him a dime, and his fair-weather friends were even less likely to provide help in his hour of need. That left only alternative, shady channels.

As for what exactly those channels were, Tamara didn't care. As far as she was concerned, as long as Clive stopped bothering her and holding a grudge against her, everything was perfectly fine.

[No worries, just wanted to see how you're doing. Clive, are you still mad at me?]

The message was sent, but it sank like a stone in the ocean.

Tamara brushed it off. She cheerfully accepted the transfer, her lips curling into a bright, satisfied smile.