The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 429

A sense of foreboding rose in Tamara's chest. She bit her lip hard, suppressing her discomfort, and stumbled back to her room.

...

The next morning, Tamara went downstairs, her face pale, and ran straight into Gloria drinking coffee in the living room. She took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile. "Good morning."

Gloria glanced at her, her tone indifferent. "Mmh."

Tamara nervously twisted her fingers, feigning worry. "My father has run into some trouble recently. I'd like to go home and stay with him for a few days..."

She observed Gloria's expression carefully. "Do you think... that would be alright?"

This was the excuse Tamara had come up with last night. The main reason was that her early pregnancy symptoms were becoming too obvious. Staying at the Sherwood estate would make it easy for them to spot the clues. She needed to stay away long enough for the symptoms to settle, and to have time to privately visit a doctor.

Gloria put down her coffee cup and looked at Tamara sharply, clearly skeptical of the reason. "How many days?"

Tamara's voice grew softer. "About... two weeks?"

"No," Gloria cut her off decisively. "One week, maximum."

Who knew what kind of trouble Tamara would stir up for the Sherwood family if she went back for too long.

Tamara panicked. "Can't it be a little longer? My dad..."

"Tamara." Gloria had no patience for her explanations. She raised a hand to interrupt, her eyes cold. "Have you forgotten your identity?"

An hour later, Tamara packed a small suitcase and hurriedly walked out the front door of the Sherwood villa.

The driver stood by the car, looking at her expressionlessly. "Ma'am, Gloria instructed me to drive you only to the Sloan family residence."

Tamara forced a smile. "Thank you."

Once inside the car, Tamara's composure finally cracked. She clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms. Gloria's attitude was unbearable! She was guarding against her like a thief! Judging by the driver's tone, Gloria must have warned him too.

Tamara looked down at her flat stomach, a vicious light flashing in her eyes. “Just you wait!” she seethed inside, clenching her fists in determination. “When I give birth to this child... let's see if you dare treat me like this!”

As the car slowly drove away from the villa, Tamara watched the mansion recede in the rearview mirror, her gaze filled with malice. One week was short, but it was enough. She had to find a way to secure this pregnancy.