The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 631

Gloria scoffed. "I just can't stand her. I told you we should have just left her with the Sloan family, but no, you had to bring her back right under my nose! Who knows what she's scheming this time? I'm telling you right now, Fitch, if she dares to hurt Yvonne again, I won't just divorce you, I'll make sure she pays!"

Fitch glanced at her, his voice calm. "Do you really think Tamara would dare try anything after what happened last time? Besides, whatever she's planning, she's carrying a Sherwood heir. We have to keep up appearances. If you want to blame someone, blame that good-for-nothing son of yours."

At the mention of Milford, Gloria fell silent for a moment before sighing. "I just don't know what you're plotting, or when this will all be over. I can handle my part, but Milford... I just hope he doesn’t lose his nerve."

Fitch's gaze deepened. "He will." He had to. He'd better not forget whose mess Fitch was cleaning up.

Meanwhile, Letty and Libby were elegantly sipping afternoon coffee, chatting about recent family matters. The door to their private room was pushed open gently, and Callahan walked in, looking sharp and stern in his tailored suit.

"Mom, Aunt Libby," he said with a slight nod, his voice low.

Letty smiled. "Callahan, you're here. Perfect timing, your aunt and I were just finishing up."

Libby chuckled teasingly. "Well, look what the cat dragged in! The great Callahan Langley himself, taking time out of his busy schedule to play chauffeur? Did hell freeze over?"

Letty and Libby were sisters and had always been close. After Callahan’s father passed away when he was young, Libby had even taken care of him for a while, so he had a soft spot for his aunt and her playful jabs. He wouldn't have let just anyone tease him like that.

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