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."

today. It

felt uneasy and sent another

planning to

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

he wouldn't be

message, but Thomas decided to adopt the practice of not

laptop and

……

Quincy residence.

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

recited a mantra to himself. Mom

again after a while and breathed a sigh of

alarm. Mom didn't find

took his binoculars to check

the yard were the bodyguards

should head downstairs

ran out of the room with

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

residence was large. It was also currently midnight. The servants of the household had long gone

knew when Thomas was going to be able to locate any of them with

a delicious scent wafted up to

was in the kitchen this

of curiosity, he decided to go downstairs

went downstairs to find the person he was

that horrible woman tinkering with

his curiosity, approached

Steak and red wine. What a wonderful night this was

was bound to

you

took her by surprise. The wine

are you doing behind me,

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

kid as she

you make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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