The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 492

Meanwhile, life wasn't going smoothly for the rest of the Sloan family. The Sloan Group had lost a major project, and Clive was facing unemployment and the trap of high breach-of-contract penalties.

For a moment, everyone’s attention shifted away from Tamara as they scrambled to handle their own crises. Tamara felt this was the perfect opportunity. While the family was too busy to monitor her, she could sneak out to a nearby pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test to see if her intuition was correct.

She didn't hesitate. That very afternoon, taking advantage of the fact that Hackett and Josiah were out and Zadie was taking a nap, she slipped out of the house.

It was high noon. Tamara stood at the entrance of a pharmacy wearing a black mask and a baseball cap. The brim was pulled low, obscuring half her face. To avoid recognition, she had thrown on an oversized hoodie—a style that hid her figure completely. It was something she wouldn't be caught dead wearing normally, which meant no one would connect this person to her.

Tamara was wrapped up tight, keeping her head slightly down as she walked, terrified of being spotted. She pushed open the glass door, and a blast of cold air hit her face. She instinctively shrank into her collar, her fingers nervously clutching the hem of her hoodie.

The clerk behind the counter, a woman in her forties, was organizing shelves. Hearing the bell, she glanced up. Her gaze lingered on Tamara for two seconds, her brow furrowing slightly. Tamara’s outfit looked anything but suspicious—or rather, suspicious in a way that suggested she wasn't just there for cold medicine.

Guilt and lack of experience made Tamara stiffen. She avoided eye contact with the clerk and walked quickly toward the family planning section, her heart hammering against her ribs.

The array of products on the shelf made her dizzy for a moment. She took a deep breath, her fingertips trembling slightly, and quickly grabbed a box of pregnancy tests. She also snatched two packs of sanitary pads as cover. Walking to the register, she placed the items on the counter, her voice pitched low.

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