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 surreal to see as

uneasy and

you planning to

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

just knew he wouldn't be

decided to adopt the practice of not replying after reading the

pack up her laptop and rush out the door

……

Quincy residence.

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

then recited a mantra to himself. Mom

checked his phone again after a while and breathed a sigh

alarm. Mom

took his

were the bodyguards on

downstairs to

of the room with

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

large. It was also currently midnight. The

Thomas was going to be able to locate any of

a delicious scent wafted up

kitchen this late at

to go

find the person

horrible woman tinkering with

his curiosity, approached

quickly as possible and prepared Noah some supper. Steak and red wine. What a wonderful night this was going

was bound to conquer him

are you

call took her by surprise. The wine in her hand

are you doing

her act with no servants

Thomas wasn't as good a kid as she wanted

did you make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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