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 his

and sent another text

you planning to deal with

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

he

massaged her crown and sent another message, but Thomas decided

up her laptop and rush

……

Quincy residence.

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

to himself. Mom didn't notice.

breathed a sigh of

Mom didn't find

took his binoculars to check

the bodyguards on

should head downstairs to

of the room with his beloved Baymax plushie

assumed Angie would be roomed next to his scum of a father. There was, however, no one to be found when he got there. Even the scum was

also currently midnight. The servants of the household had long gone

able to locate any of them with his short

came over him, a delicious scent wafted up

was in the kitchen this late

to go

the

horrible woman tinkering with

his curiosity, approached

prepared Noah some supper. Steak and red wine. What a

bound to conquer

you doing,

sudden call took her by surprise.

you doing behind me,

with no servants prowling about.

good a kid as she wanted him to be.

Auntie

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