The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 573

But since Fitch and Gloria knew full well that his daughter was being discharged today, yet only dispatched a chauffeur to deal with it—and only now bothered to check on her after she was already home—Hackett knew exactly what kind of game they were playing.

Keeping his face stone-cold, Hackett didn't bother to stand up. "What brings you here?"

Fitch didn't take offense. He walked over to the sofa, glanced at Tamara, and asked gently, "Tamara, are you feeling any better?"

Tamara forced a weak smile. "Thank you for asking. I'm doing much better..."

Fitch nodded. "That's good to hear. I came today to take you back to the Sherwood estate to recover. We've already arranged for the best doctors and nutritionists. You'll definitely be more comfortable there."

Tamara's fingers trembled, and she instinctively looked at Hackett.

Hackett let out a cold snort. "Tamara's body is too weak for all this tossing around. She'll stay here at the Sloan house to recover for now."

Fitch's smile didn't waver. "Hackett, are you saying you don't trust our family?"

Hackett gave a humorless smile. "We wouldn't dare distrust you. It's just that Tamara nearly had a terrible accident this time. As her parents, our hearts simply can't take it."

Fitch sighed. "I admit, that boy Milford acted impulsively this time, and I've already taught him a lesson. I guarantee he won't dare pull a stunt like that again."

Talk is cheap—who would believe that? Zadie couldn't help but interject. "It's not that we're being unreasonable, but with Milford's attitude... we really don't feel safe sending Tamara back."

A flash of impatience crossed Fitch's eyes, but he kept his outward demeanor amiable. "I understand how you feel. Let's do this, then: Tamara can rest at her parents' house for a few days, and once she's recovered a bit, I'll send someone to pick her up."

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