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."

Thomas seemed too obedient today. It

and sent another text

planning to deal with

"Hehe, secret!"

Thomas unsent the message.

Madeline was taken aback.

he wouldn't be

Thomas decided to adopt the practice of not

and rush

……

Quincy residence.

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

to himself. Mom didn't

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

Mom

took his binoculars to check

the yard were the bodyguards on duty.

should head downstairs to take

the room with his beloved Baymax

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

was large. It was also currently midnight. The

going to be able to locate any of them with

as worry came over him, a delicious scent wafted

in the kitchen

of curiosity, he decided to go downstairs

find the person he was

woman

his curiosity, approached

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

bound to

you doing, Auntie

by surprise. The wine

you doing

didn't bother to keep up her act with no servants prowling about. She

Thomas wasn't as good a kid as she wanted him to

you make, Auntie Angie? It smells

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