The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 651

Tamara Sloan’s hand tightened around her cup, her entire body tensing. She knew Fitch Sherwood was warning her.

A flicker of scorn crossed her eyes, but when she looked up again, her expression was one of perfect obedience.

“Dad, I understand.”

“I didn’t ask to see you for any other reason.”

“I just wanted you to tell Mom I’m sorry.”

Her voice was soft, tinged with self-reproach and guilt.

“What I did before… it was wrong. The way Mom and Milford are treating me is what I deserve.”

Fitch watched her, his gaze flickering, but his expression remained gentle. “I’m glad to hear you think that way.”

Tamara bit her lip and suddenly placed a hand on her stomach, her voice laced with worry.

“Dad, I know what I did was wrong, and I don’t mind how Mom and Milford treat me.”

“But… the baby is innocent.”

Fitch raised an eyebrow. “The baby?”

Tamara nodded, her voice soft. “The doctor said a mother’s emotional state can greatly affect the fetus.”

“And with Mom’s attitude toward me, I’m afraid… she’ll hate the baby because of me after it’s born.”

She looked up at Fitch, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Dad, I don’t want my child to be born into such a tense environment.”

Fitch watched her silently, his gaze profound.

Tamara seemed docile, but in reality, she was using the baby in her womb to test him. She really knew how to seize an opportunity. No wonder Milford had fallen for her schemes. So young, yet so calculating.

Though a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, Fitch’s expression remained placid. He curved his lips into a warm, fatherly smile. “Tamara, don’t you worry. Gloria isn’t someone who can’t distinguish right from wrong. Besides, this child is part of Milford, too. It’s her own grandchild. How could she not love them? And rest assured, I won’t let the child suffer any hardship.”

He reached out and gently patted the back of her hand.

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