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 off. Thomas seemed too obedient today. It

felt uneasy and

planning

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

knew he wouldn't

decided to adopt the practice

made her pack up her laptop and rush

……

Quincy residence.

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

a mantra to himself. Mom didn't notice. Mom didn't

checked his phone again after a while and breathed a sigh of

Mom

then took his binoculars

yard were the bodyguards

head downstairs to take a

with

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

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

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

over him, a delicious scent wafted up to his

was in the kitchen this late

decided to go downstairs

the person he was

woman tinkering with

his

as possible and prepared Noah some supper. Steak

to

you doing, Auntie

by surprise. The wine in her hand nearly

are you doing behind me, little

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

as good a kid as she

make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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