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 surreal to

uneasy and sent

are you planning to

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

he wouldn't be

but Thomas decided to adopt the practice of not replying

up her laptop and rush out

……

Quincy residence.

his panic when he noticed the error of sending Madeline that text, and stuffed

to himself. Mom didn't notice. Mom

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

alarm. Mom

relieved. He then took his binoculars

yard were the bodyguards

head downstairs

the room with his beloved Baymax plushie

his scum of a father. There was, however, no

The servants of the

able to locate any

came over him, a delicious scent wafted up to

in the kitchen this

he decided to go downstairs to

to find the

woman tinkering with in

in his

some supper. Steak

to conquer

are you

surprise. The wine

doing behind me, little

her act with no servants prowling about. She was ready to send the tray

wasn't as good a kid as she wanted him to be.

make, Auntie Angie?

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