Chapter 55

In the Maple Forest Villa.

Madeline sat at the bar in the living room. She scrutinized the gilded invitation card in her hand with mixed feelings.

My children's birthday.

It was also the darkest day of her life.

She vaguely recalled the storm that day. Noah didn't hear a word out of her as the rain came crashing down.

Angie Grant took precedence. He believed no one but her.

He was resolute in leaving her and the unborn children, condemning them to death.

Turbulent emotions rushed over her. She crumpled the invitation in her hand, failing to notice that her knuckles had gone white.

The invitation had long since been scrunched up.

Her cell phone lit up when a notification came through. She was instantly grounded back to reality from her whirlwind of emotions.

Thomas's chat box popped up.

She was greeted with a photo of a pitiful Angie, carefully tugging at Noah.

It turned out Noah had brought the delicate little princess home. He must be distressed to see her ridiculed.

Yet, he never cared for Madeline or her children.

Yes, their survival was because they had luck on their side.

What were you expecting, Madeline?

Having figured this out, Madeline heaved a long sigh of relief.

It was consolation twinged with disappointment.

She scrunched the invitation into a ball and tossed it aside, then got up and sat down on the sofa. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she composed a text.

"Be careful in the Quincy household, brat. Stay away from Angie. Got it?"

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not letting that bad woman near me."

"Good boy."

Thomas seemed too obedient today. It felt surreal to see as his parent

uneasy and sent another

are you planning

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

just knew he wouldn't be that

and sent another message, but Thomas decided to adopt the practice of not replying after

worry made her pack up her laptop and rush

……

Quincy residence.

his panic when he noticed the error of sending Madeline that text, and stuffed it neatly into

mantra to himself.

a sigh of relief when

Mom didn't find

was relieved. He then took his binoculars to

people left in the yard were the bodyguards

head downstairs

with his beloved

of a father. There was, however, no one to

residence was large. It was also currently midnight. The servants of

able to locate any

worry came over him, a delicious scent wafted

the kitchen

decided to go downstairs to have

downstairs to find the person he

was that horrible woman tinkering

in his curiosity,

possible and prepared Noah some supper. Steak and red wine. What

bound to conquer him

you doing,

surprise. The wine

doing behind

at night. She didn't bother to keep up her act with no servants prowling about. She was ready to send

a pity that Thomas wasn't as good a kid as she wanted him to be. He

Auntie Angie? It smells

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