The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 535

After all, this wasn't the first time the Sloans had pulled something like this. Hadn't she and Leilani been framed by Tamara before? If they could do it once, they could certainly do it again. Leilani's kidnapping this time had to be connected to them.

While Yvonne and Judie let their imaginations run wild, Leilani calmly interrupted their speculations. "It wasn't them."

Yvonne paused, taken aback. "Huh?"

Judie was equally stunned. "It wasn't the Sloan family?"

Then who could it be? Although Leilani had a cold and aloof personality, she hadn't offended anyone in Alloy City other than the Sloans.

Leilani leaned against the headboard, taking in Judie's confusion with a calm expression. "This incident really had nothing to do with the Sloan family."

Yvonne's eyes widened, and she tilted her head in confusion. "If it wasn't the Sloans... then who was it? Leilani, do you have other enemies out there?"

Judie looked just as perplexed. "Yeah, other than the Sloans, who else would target you?"

Leilani lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently rubbing the edge of the blanket. Her tone was casual. "It's just some old grudges from the past. It's mostly been taken care of."

Yvonne didn't buy it. "Leilani, don't hide it from us! Those people dared to kidnap you in Alloy City, which means they must be powerful!"

Judie nodded in agreement. "Exactly! Tell us, and we'll help you figure something out!"

At the very least, the Fulton family had some influence in Alloy City.

Leilani looked up at the two of them. Seeing their worried and indignant expressions, a faint smile touched her lips.

"I'm really fine. Don't worry," she said, pausing for a moment before adding, "Callahan is already looking into it."

Yvonne nodded shyly. "Yeah. I heard from Mr. Langley that you passed out from blood loss. So, I followed a recipe to make a hearty soup for you to help you recover. But... this is my first time cooking it, so it might not taste perfect."

Judie quickly chimed in to defend Yvonne. "Yvonne got up bright and early to start working on this soup. She failed a few times, and I had to help keep an eye on the stove for this final batch."

The tips of Yvonne's ears turned slightly red as she muttered softly, "I-I just wanted to make something for you myself..."

A warmth spread through Leilani's chest. She took the bowl and lowered her head to take a sip. The soup wasn't perfect, but it felt incredibly comforting. Leilani hadn't forgotten that Yvonne had only recently started learning to cook. Compared to last time, she had improved significantly.

And to her, it was the thought that counted the most.

Leilani looked up and spoke softly. "It's delicious. Thank you."