The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 648

“But Tamara is Milford’s wife, and now she’s pregnant. You should… At the very least, you shouldn’t be so obvious about it. You have to maintain appearances.”

“I know,” Gloria cut him off, her voice flat. “And I haven’t mistreated her.”

Fitch was at a loss for words.

He sighed. “That’s not what I mean.”

Gloria put down her fork and looked at him. “Then what do you mean?”

Her gaze was placid but held an undeniable sharpness. “Ever since she came back, I’ve given her the best food, clothing, and care. Maids are at her beck and call twenty-four hours a day. What more do you want from me? To worship her like a goddess?”

“That’s not what I mean,” Fitch repeated in a low voice after a moment of silence. “At the very least… you should try to keep up appearances. Don't treat her like she's invisible. Who could endure that for long?”

Gloria let out a soft, mocking laugh. “You think if I smile at her, she’ll forget how she married into this family?”

Fitch could be magnanimous and forgive Tamara, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t forgotten for a second who was responsible for her precious daughter being unable to come home.

Fitch frowned. “Gloria!”

Gloria stood up, her tone icy. “I’m finished. Enjoy your meal.”

She turned and walked away, her back straight and distant.

The dining room was only separated from the living room by a partition cabinet. Although their voices hadn’t been loud, Tamara had heard every word of their conversation. She knew Gloria’s words were meant not only for Fitch, but for her as well.

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