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."

too obedient today. It felt surreal to see as

and sent another text

planning to deal

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

just knew he

massaged her crown and sent another message, but Thomas decided to adopt the practice

up her laptop and rush out the door as

……

Quincy residence.

noticed the error of sending Madeline that text, and stuffed it neatly into

to himself.

and breathed a sigh of relief

alarm. Mom

took

in the yard were the bodyguards on duty. Everyone must

head downstairs to

out of the room with his beloved Baymax plushie in

had assumed Angie would be roomed next to his scum of a father. There was, however, no one to be found when he got there. Even the scum was nowhere

large. It was also currently midnight. The servants of

able to locate

a delicious scent wafted up to his

the kitchen this late at

to go downstairs to have

the person he was

horrible woman tinkering with

in his curiosity, approached

showered as quickly as possible and prepared Noah some supper. Steak and red wine. What a wonderful night this was

bound to conquer

you doing, Auntie

by surprise. The wine in her hand nearly

you doing behind

bother to keep up her act with no servants prowling about. She was ready to send the tray

kid as she

Auntie Angie? It smells

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