The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 647

The sound of footsteps descended the staircase.

Gloria, dressed in an elegant, deep-green classic dress, came down from the upper floor. She held a document in her hand, her gaze sweeping past Tamara without a flicker of acknowledgment as she walked straight to the dining room.

It was as if Tamara were invisible.

Tamara lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently tracing the side of her glass, saying nothing. Ever since she had returned to the Sherwood estate, Gloria’s attitude toward her had been the same: indifferent, as if she didn't exist.

The clinking of cutlery came from the dining room, followed by a maid's low voice.

“Ma’am, should I add anything extra to the soup tonight?”

Gloria’s voice was calm. “No, the master has been under a lot of stress lately. Keep it light.”

Listening to the exchange, Tamara’s lips tightened. Gloria remembered every detail of Fitch’s dietary needs, yet in all the time Tamara had been back, Gloria hadn’t once asked her what she’d like to eat. It was as if the child in her belly was of no consequence at all.

…

The front door opened, letting in a gust of cool, rain-laced air.

Fitch folded his umbrella and handed it to a nearby maid. When he saw Tamara, a warm smile spread across his face.

“Tamara, how are you feeling today?”

Tamara quickly set down her glass and stood up. “Dad, you’re home.”

Fitch gave her a friendly nod and walked over, handing her a paper bag. “I stopped by the pharmacy on my way back from a meeting and picked up some prenatal supplements for you. Have the kitchen make something light to go with them. It’ll be good for you. Taking supplements during pregnancy is beneficial for both you and the baby.”

Tamara accepted the bag, murmuring her thanks. “Thank you.”

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