The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 820

"I don't even know what to say to you," Gloria whispered, the words trembling. A simple 'thank you' felt absurdly inadequate for a life debt.

"Everything... everything before was our fault. We blamed you. We said such horrific things to you... I am so, so sorry."

Her voice cracked, her chin dropping to her chest as the tears spilled over again. This time, they were heavy with genuine remorse. "I know apologizing now doesn't fix anything... but we know how wrong we were."

"If you ever need anything—anything at all—from the Sherwood family, just say the word. I swear to you, I will make it happen."

Leilani watched her impassively, her face a mask of absolute indifference. She gave a curt nod.

"There's no need. You should be thanking Yvonne."

If it hadn't been for Yvonne, Leilani wouldn't have given Milford a second glance.

Gloria's face crumpled, the rejection stinging deeply, though she knew she had earned it. "I know."

She knew perfectly well that if it weren't for her daughter, Leilani would have blocked their numbers permanently, let alone dragged Milford off death's door.

"Mrs. Sherwood, Milford needs to rest," Leilani said smoothly, entirely shutting down the conversation. "We can leave the dramatics for another day. I have somewhere to be, so I'll see myself out."

Gloria desperately wanted to stop her, to try and fix things, but Leilani's tone left absolutely zero room for argument. She could only stand there and watch Leilani walk out, a heavy, hollow ache settling in her chest.

...

The hospital incident was nothing more than a blip on Leilani's radar. She was far too busy preparing for the imminent trip to Northern Myanor to waste brain power on the Sherwoods' emotional epiphanies.

She and Callahan had finalized their strategy: they would cross the border first to establish a secure route and assess the ground situation.

With the plan set, Leilani began organizing her tactical gear, prioritizing the custom acupuncture needles she used for both medicine and combat, along with her specialized trauma meds. As for firearms, Callahan had already pulled strings to have an arsenal waiting for them the moment they crossed the border.

To ensure she was at peak physical readiness, Leilani had thrown herself into intense, daily combat training.

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