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 surreal

felt uneasy and sent another text

you planning to deal

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

knew he wouldn't

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

her pack up her laptop and rush

……

Quincy residence.

he noticed the error of sending Madeline that

mantra to himself. Mom

a while and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Madeline hadn't sent him any

Mom

He then took his binoculars to

the yard were the bodyguards on duty. Everyone must

head downstairs to take a

with his beloved Baymax plushie in

There was, however, no one to be found when he got there. Even the scum was nowhere to be

currently midnight. The

able to locate any of them with his short

him, a delicious scent wafted up

was in the kitchen this

decided to go downstairs to

downstairs to find the person

horrible woman tinkering

his curiosity, approached

some supper. Steak and red wine. What a wonderful night this was

bound to conquer

are you doing, Auntie

surprise. The wine in her

doing behind

keep up her act with no servants prowling about. She was ready

a kid

make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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