The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 787

Leilani's words were blunt, the kind that might have offended someone else. But for Yvonne, they felt like a lifeline. The heavy stone in her chest finally dissolved, though it left a warm prickle of tears in her eyes.

Leilani was always like this—wrapped in a sharp, pragmatic exterior, but protecting a heart that was infinitely empathetic.

Yvonne nodded fiercely, her voice thick with emotion. "I could never be upset with you for that. I completely understand... Thank you."

"Oh, for heaven's sake! What's with all the waterworks?"

Judie, who had been sitting nearby the entire time, finally couldn't hold her tongue any longer. She had kept quiet out of respect during the phone call, but seeing Yvonne look so miserable was too much for her.

"Your brother is a grown man. He has his own brain. He's not going to just drop dead," Judie said, practically shoving a tissue into Yvonne's hand.

Yvonne took it and dabbed at her eyes, trying to pull herself together. Logically, she knew Leilani and Judie were right. But the image of her brother storming out with a handprint on his face, paired with her mother's desperate sobbing, was hard to shake.

Still, she didn't dare voice her lingering fears, terrified that Leilani would feel pressured to step in just to ease her anxiety.

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