The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 629

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made him look up. He saw Tamara coming down with a small suitcase, Zadie following behind her with red-rimmed eyes.

Gloria immediately went to meet them, warmly taking the suitcase. “Tamara, are you all packed?”

Tamara nodded. “Yes, mostly.”

Milford stepped forward to take the suitcase from her, but Zadie blocked his path. She stared at him, her eyes sharp. “Milford, I’m entrusting my daughter to you. If what happened last time happens again… I’ll make you pay.”

Tamara stood silently to the side, looking somewhat alarmed by her mother’s parting words.

Milford’s expression remained calm as he replied in a low voice, “Don’t worry, Zadie.”

Zadie gave a cold snort but said no more.

Hackett walked over and patted his daughter’s shoulder. “Call us anytime if you need anything.”

Tamara felt a lump in her throat and nodded firmly. “Dad, Mom, take care.”

This whole loving-family charade was particularly nauseating to Milford. Not wanting to watch their hypocritical performance any longer, he stepped forward expressionlessly and took Tamara’s suitcase. “Let’s go.”

Tamara murmured a soft “okay” and followed him.

The black sedan pulled away smoothly from the Sloan villa. The moment the car door shut, the fragile, warm atmosphere inside instantly evaporated. Milford irritably loosened his collar, the contrived softness in his expression vanishing, replaced by an almost indifferent detachment.

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