Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 506

**Chapter 506 Racing Through the Night**

“Mom, what is it that you want to discuss with me?” Benjamin’s voice was raised, a hint of urgency threading through his words.

“Violet, do something to stop your mother!” he added, his tone both desperate and commanding.

Violet felt a jolt of surprise at his intensity. For a fleeting moment, she froze, her gaze darting to his serious expression before she quickly grasped Olivia’s arm. “Mom? What’s happening? Did you and Dad have some sort of argument?”

Olivia shot a glare over her shoulder at Benjamin, annoyance flickering in her eyes. “Argument? Not at all! I was merely coming to find you. Why don’t you go ask around and see which hospital room that adopted daughter of yours is in?”

Violet’s brows knit together as she processed her mother’s words. She turned to Benjamin, whose expression was a mixture of helplessness and concern, and the pieces began to fall into place.

“Mom… you’re not seriously planning to visit Nadine, are you?”

Violet gently urged Olivia to sit down, her instinct to calm her mother kicking in.

Without a hint of hesitation, Olivia nodded, her determination unwavering. “Of course I am. Kylie has always spoiled Nadine and turned a blind eye to Tess. Now that we’re here, I refuse to let Tess continue to be mistreated. We have to stand up for her!”

With a proud demeanor reminiscent of a seasoned heroine, she patted her chest, her sharp eyes gleaming with resolve.

Violet couldn’t help but wipe the beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Even at her age, Mom’s fiery spirit remains undiminished.

“Violet, you need to rein in your mother’s reckless impulses,” Benjamin interjected, leaning heavily on his cane as he settled beside them. “This is Aetheris, not Kingsland. We are guests here, and we ought to conduct ourselves accordingly.”

But Olivia was clearly uninterested in the notion of propriety. Throughout her life, she had never been one to hold back, and while age may have slowed her physically, her fiery spirit had not dimmed in the slightest.

Violet’s brow furrowed in contemplation, her mind racing with the implications of her mother’s intentions. After a moment’s pause, she finally said, “Alright, I’ll ask the Shaw kid to look into it.”

Benjamin nearly leapt from his chair, incredulity written all over his face. “Violet! Your mother has completely lost her mind, and now you’re going to join her in this madness?”

With a light smile, Violet replied, “Dad, I actually believe Mom is onto something this time.”

Olivia lifted her chin with pride, shooting Benjamin a triumphant glance.

She gave Violet a gentle nudge. “Go on, hurry up!”

As Violet’s heels clicked down the hallway, Benjamin slumped back into the armchair, shaking his head in exasperation.

“Ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, but ultimately, he made no move to stop them.

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The sun had set, and the night enveloped the world in a thick blanket of darkness. The air was heavy, laden with an uneasy stillness, as Tess found herself in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

She quickly called Bessie to ask for help with Layla, threw on a coat, and dashed out the door, her heart pounding with a mix of panic and determination.

He can’t handle spicy food, so why did he cook something so fiery? And when I teased him about that chili, why didn’t he say a word?

The night air was brisk as she hurried down the path from her house to the road, her heels clicking against the pavement. The wind whipped her hair back, tugging at her coat as if urging her onward.

“Get me to Lock Group Private Hospital!” she instructed the cab driver as she flagged down a taxi, yanking the door open and climbing in, breathless and anxious.

The driver caught sight of her troubled expression and, without a word, pressed down on the gas, the car veering sharply onto the main road.

—

Tess sat in the backseat, her eyes glued to her phone, anxiously waiting for Zane’s message to come through.

The cab was enveloped in a tense silence, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine. The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. “Is someone you care about unwell, miss? A close friend or a family member? You seem genuinely worried.”

Tess’s fingers hesitated above her phone, her heart racing.

Someone I care about?

Her thoughts began to spiral, reflecting on the depth of her feelings, the uncertainty of the night, and the urgency of the moment.