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."

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

uneasy and sent another text

planning to

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

he wouldn't be that

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

and rush out the door as soon as

……

Quincy residence.

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

recited a mantra to himself. Mom

phone again after a while and breathed a sigh

Mom didn't find

then took his binoculars to check the

people left in the yard were the bodyguards on duty. Everyone

head downstairs

the room with his beloved Baymax plushie

roomed next to his scum of a father. There was, however, no one to be found when

was large. It was also currently midnight. The servants of the household

going to be able to locate any of them

came over him, a delicious scent wafted up to his

kitchen this

curiosity, he decided to go downstairs to

find the person he was

woman tinkering with

in his curiosity,

prepared Noah some supper. Steak and

was bound to

you doing, Auntie

took her by surprise.

doing behind me,

act with no servants prowling about. She was ready

Thomas wasn't as good a kid

did you make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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