The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 307

Unfortunately, many of the people present today were partners and old friends of both the Sloan and Sherwood families. Fitch couldn't afford to burn bridges, so he had to step in and cover for Tamara.

"Enough! Today is Milford's wedding, not a place for you to make a scene!"

"We're making a scene?" Leilani let out a mocking laugh. "I haven't called the cops yet. I'm already doing you a huge favor!"

Fitch's face turned iron-gray. He wanted to say more, but Yvonne suddenly stepped forward, her voice firm. "Dad! How long are you going to keep your head in the sand?"

Her eyes were red as she choked back tears. "Leilani took the blame for four years, yet you still want to protect the real culprit? Can you look me in the eye? Can you look Leilani in the eye?"

Fitch was rendered speechless by his daughter's interrogation, his face flushing and paling in turns.

The guests' gazes stabbed toward them like knives, and the murmurs grew louder.

"What is wrong with Mr. Sherwood? His daughter laid it out clearly, yet he's still protecting that daughter-in-law of his?"

"Sacrificing a biological daughter for an adopted one! The Sloans aren't any better!"

"They still dare to go through with the marriage? Aren't the Sherwoods afraid of getting dragged down?"

Clive and his brothers stood to the side, listening to the blunt criticism around them. Their expressions were terrible, but they couldn't offer a single word of defense.

Leilani watched their pathetic state, the corners of her lips curling up slightly, though her eyes remained icy.

Seeing the situation collapse, Tamara finally couldn't take it anymore. Her face went sheet-white. She suddenly clutched her chest, rolled her eyes back, and slumped softly to the floor.

"Tamara!" Zadie immediately rushed forward to support her, looking frantic. "Hurry! Get a doctor!"

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