The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 714

Clive was completely lost, his mind a thick, buzzing fog. He had no idea how things had spiraled to this point. And with the ultimatum Winifred just dropped, was he supposed to go tonight or not?

If he went?

His test results weren't back yet, he was currently swollen and inflamed down there, and he had just applied medication.

Worse, if he actually had AIDS and ended up transmitting it to those powerful elites, he would be torn to pieces and left with nothing.

If he didn't go?

Given the vicious threats Winifred had just hurled at him, Clive knew she would follow through on every single word.

He was trapped—damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

Clive had no idea what to do anymore.

Right then, his phone buzzed again. A text from Winifred.

[Your last chance. Eight o'clock tonight. Do not disappoint me.]

...

Meanwhile, at the Sherwood family estate.

As Tamara's pregnancy advanced, her morning sickness grew increasingly severe. She threw up everything she ate, couldn't keep food down, and couldn't sleep. Her mental and emotional state was visibly worse than when she first returned to the Sherwood home.

It was late into the night again.

Instead of sleeping soundly in her bedroom, Tamara was curled up on the bathroom floor.

Kneeling on the freezing tiles, she gripped the edge of the toilet seat with one hand and pressed the other hard against her stomach. Cold sweat soaked her hairline.

This was the third time she had thrown up tonight.

Her stomach was already completely empty, yet stomach acid kept surging up, burning her throat.

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