The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 428

Since the mistress of the house had asked, Della could only answer timidly and honestly. "Six-sixteen years..."

"Sixteen years," Gloria nodded, her tone calm but chilling. "Then you should know very well how important Yvonne and Milford are to me. You watched them grow up. Yet, this 'kind-hearted' and 'long-suffering' Tamara you speak of is the one who harmed my precious daughter!"

Gloria's eyes suddenly turned cold. "If Yvonne hadn't been lucky enough to find a good doctor, she might still be lying in a hospital right now, bedridden for the rest of her life, unable to ever stand again! Do you know the pain in my heart seeing Yvonne like that? I wished I were the one lying in that hospital bed instead of her. And all of that is thanks to Tamara!"

Della's face went pale as she listened. She didn't dare make a sound. She hadn't known the inside details; she thought the conflict between Tamara and the Sherwoods was just a misunderstanding.

Gloria stood up, looking down at her imperiously. "Della, out of respect for your years of service to the Sherwood family, I am making this clear to you today. Tamara is an enemy of this family. The only reason she is still living here is that we temporarily cannot kick her out. Once my husband finishes handling matters on his end, she will be removed from this house immediately!"

She stared at Della, enunciating every word. "So, you had best not let your misguided charity get the better of you. Otherwise... do not blame me for disregarding our years of history."

Della trembled and quickly bowed her head. "Madam, I... I understand..."

Gloria let out a cold harrumph and turned to leave the dining room.

...

Later, in the kitchen.

She knocked for a while, but there was no movement inside. Tamara bit her lip, a wave of unease washing over her. She sensed something was wrong.

Usually, at this hour, Della wasn't asleep yet; she would be in her room doing personal tasks. And Della had always been a light sleeper. In the past, if Tamara so much as whispered, Della would immediately get up to help. But now... Tamara had stood at the door calling several times with no response.

Another cramp twisted her stomach, and cold sweat beaded on Tamara's forehead. Standing in the dark hallway, she suddenly realized what had happened.

Gloria must have said something to Della at dinner. Otherwise, given Della's previous attitude, she wouldn't have been this blatant and cruel.