The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 575

Josiah cast a flat glance at her. "Mom, loose lips sink ships. With the Sherwoods treating Tamara the way they are right now, telling you about certain things would only cause more chaos."

Choked by his words, Zadie suddenly felt as though the son standing before her was a distant stranger.

Without elaborating further, Josiah headed straight for the study, leaving behind a brief parting remark. "I'm going to talk to Dad."

Left standing alone, Zadie watched her son's retreating back, an inexplicable sense of panic rising in her chest.

...

Inside the study.

Hackett sat at his desk, smoking a cigarette with a dark scowl on his face. Seeing Josiah enter, he lifted his eyelids. "You're back?"

"Yeah," Josiah grunted, casually shutting the door behind him. "Dad, what's the Sherwoods' stance on this?"

Hackett relayed the story of Fitch's visit to apologize, seemingly a bit less furious than he had been earlier. "Fitch did come to apologize, but reading between the lines, he was still protecting his son."

Josiah took a seat across from his father, his voice calm. "Dad, don't you find the Sherwoods' attitude strange?"

Hackett frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I just find it odd." Josiah shifted closer. "Tamara is carrying a child with Sherwood blood. If Fitch truly valued this baby, why would he let Milford run wild like this? Fitch has always prioritized his family's reputation above all else, yet he barely gave Milford a slap on the wrist this time..."

Hackett looked hesitant. "But Fitch and I go back decades; I know the kind of man he is. What does Milford's mess have to do with Fitch?"

Josiah tapped his index finger against the desk. "But don't you think Fitch's attitude is a little too uncharacteristic? Before our family fell from grace, he would have personally dragged Milford over here to beg for forgiveness."

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