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 to

felt uneasy and sent

you planning to deal with

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

just knew he wouldn't be that

her crown and sent another message, but Thomas decided to

pack up her laptop and rush out the door as

……

Quincy residence.

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

himself. Mom

a while and breathed a sigh

alarm. Mom

then took his binoculars to check

were the bodyguards on duty. Everyone must be inside by

downstairs to take

out of the room with

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

large. It was also currently midnight. The servants of the

Thomas was going to be able to locate any of them

worry came over him, a delicious scent wafted

kitchen this

curiosity, he decided to go downstairs

to find the person he was looking

woman tinkering with in the

his curiosity,

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

to

you doing, Auntie

surprise. The wine

doing behind me, little

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

that Thomas wasn't as good a kid as she

did you make, Auntie Angie? It

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