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

and sent another

planning to deal

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

knew he wouldn't be that

message, but Thomas decided to adopt

laptop and rush out the

……

Quincy residence.

error of sending Madeline that text, and

a mantra to himself. Mom

again after a while and breathed a sigh

Mom didn't

relieved. He then took his binoculars to check the

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

head downstairs to

out of the room with his

father. There was, however, no one to be

also currently midnight. The servants of the household had long gone to

when Thomas was going to be able

a

the kitchen this late

to go downstairs to have

the person he was looking

horrible woman tinkering

his

Steak

to conquer him

you doing,

her by surprise. The wine in her hand

you doing behind

keep up her act with

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

did you make, Auntie Angie? It

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