The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 627

Zadie looked like she wanted to say more, but Hackett had already risen to his feet. “Go and call Tamara down. Don’t keep our guests waiting.”

Since her husband had spoken, Zadie had no choice but to comply. She gave a maid a look, signaling for her to fetch Tamara.

Before long, Tamara appeared, descending the stairs slowly, her face still pale. Though she looked nervous, her eyes lit up slightly when she saw Milford.

“Milford… what are you doing here?” she called out softly, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

Milford looked up, his gaze falling upon her. She seemed to have lost weight since her time at the Sherwood estate, her face wan with faint shadows under her eyes. It was clear the early stages of her pregnancy had not been easy on her.

But so what? This was all her own doing.

Suppressing his disgust, Milford stepped forward. In front of Hackett and Zadie, he lowered his head slightly and spoke with earnest sincerity. “Tamara, I came today to apologize to you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you, and I certainly shouldn’t have hurt you.”

He paused, his voice softening. “Can you forgive me?”

Tamara was stunned. Seeing Milford so gentle and earnest reminded her of the time before they were married, when he used to look at her with the same tenderness.

Her heart softened. Her fingers unconsciously tightened on the hem of her dress as she looked at him with misty eyes. “Milford, do you… do you really know you were wrong?”

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