The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 719

"I'll be going now."

The examination was over, and Dr. Lawson had other patients to see. She picked up her medical kit and said goodbye to Tamara.

"I'll see you same time next week."

Tamara was about to get up to see her out.

Dr. Lawson quickly waved her off. "No need, please don't get up! I can let myself out. Just focus on resting."

With that, Dr. Lawson headed for the door. Just as she was about to step out, she couldn't resist glancing back one last time.

Tamara sat quietly, bathed in the sunlight. The warm rays highlighted her delicate, elegant features, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.

Now that she was pregnant, that inherent gentleness seemed to glow with an even softer, more luminous radiance.

Her slightly swollen belly didn't look awkward at all; instead, it enveloped her in a serene, maternal aura. She looked like a flawlessly carved porcelain doll—fragile, precious, and requiring the utmost care.

Looking at Tamara like this, Dr. Lawson couldn't help but think...

Maybe the brutal rumors in high society were heavily biased and completely unreliable.

This young woman was always so polite, gracious, and gentle. She didn't look like someone capable of doing anything wicked.

After Dr. Lawson left, the gentle smile on Tamara's face slowly dissolved. She looked down at her stomach, her eyes darkening with an unreadable emotion.

The living room fell back into a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird outside the window.

...

Tamara absentmindedly picked up a parenting magazine, her manicured fingers brushing over the glossy pages, but she couldn't focus on a single word.

Dr. Lawson's words just kept echoing in her mind on an endless loop.

Right at that moment, her phone buzzed.

It was an entirely unknown international number.

Tamara frowned, hesitating for a second before finally answering it.

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