The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 574

Tamara was carefully settled into bed. Zadie fluttered around the room, tucking in her blankets, pouring hot water, and murmuring incessantly.

"Tamara, are you hungry? Mom had the kitchen simmer some nourishing chicken broth for you. You can have it after you wake up..."

Tamara shook her head gently, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom, I just want to sleep for a bit..."

Zadie nodded quickly. "Okay, okay, you sleep. Mom will stay right here with you."

...

When Josiah pushed open the front door of the house, only a single dim wall sconce illuminated the living room.

He had just finished a multinational conference call. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, and exhaustion lingered between his brows. But the moment he saw Zadie sitting on the sofa, he immediately frowned. "Mom, why are you still up so late?"

Zadie looked up, her red, swollen eyes clearly showing she had been crying. "Josiah, you're back..."

He set down his briefcase, his gaze sweeping across the empty living room. "Where's Dad?"

"In his study," Zadie sighed, her voice hoarse. "Tamara is upstairs resting..."

Judging by Zadie's appearance, it was obvious something had happened. Josiah's eyes darkened, and his expression instantly turned ice-cold. "What's going on?"

With red-rimmed eyes, Zadie briefly recounted the day's events.

Listening to her, Josiah's gaze turned dark and predatory. "Milford is getting more out of line by the day. Does he have any respect left for the Sloans?"

Josiah strode upstairs, his footsteps heavy and measured. As he passed Tamara's room, he paused.

The door wasn't completely shut. Through the crack, he could see Tamara lying in bed with her eyes closed. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips so colorless they were nearly transparent, and she had visibly lost weight.

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