The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 230

Leilani looked at her and suddenly laughed. “Love me?” Her voice was as light as the wind. “But I recall, Zadie, that while I was in prison, you didn't visit me a single time.”

Zadie froze. Her expression became unnatural after being exposed.

Leilani looked at Zadie intently, her sharp gaze seeming to pierce through the dirty thoughts in Zadie’s heart.

“I know what you came to find me for today. But I’m telling you, it’s impossible! The Sloan family is about to fall. I’m too busy clapping my hands to help you.”

Zadie’s face turned pale, her lips trembling. The terrible news of the Sloan family’s imminent collapse made her humble herself before Leilani for the first time. “Leilani, help the Sloan family, just this once, okay?”

Leilani looked at her, her heart like steel. She wasn't swayed in the slightest by the tears.

“When I was kicked out of the Sloan family, you didn't say a word for me. Now that the Sloan family is falling, you suddenly remember you have a daughter?”

“Mrs. Sloan, that ship has sailed. From the day you sent me to prison, I had no family. So, please leave.”

Zadie trembled all over, the tears congealing on her face. She seemed unable to believe Leilani could really be so cruel.

Leilani turned to leave, but Zadie suddenly grabbed her wrist, her voice shrill.

“Leilani! How can you be so heartless? You have Sloan blood flowing in your veins! Are you going to watch your biological mother end up on the streets?”

Leilani stopped and looked back at her, her eyes terrifyingly calm. “Yes, I have Sloan blood,” she said softly. “But you people wished you could drain my blood dry. If I could, I would rather be that carefree country girl than ever step foot in your family's house again!”

Milford snapped back to reality and saw Tamara standing at the door holding a thermos, a graceful smile on her face.

“I made your favorite soup.” She walked in slowly and placed the thermos on the corner of the desk. “You’ve been working overtime lately. You don't look well.”

Milford subconsciously wanted to avoid her touch, but stopped when he saw her careful movements. He remembered that rainy night four years ago. He remembered how she had waited outside the emergency room with him, soaked to the bone, for Yvonne.

Milford’s heart softened. He took the spoon, his voice unconsciously gentler. “Thank you. You’ve been busy enough with our wedding. You must be exhausted. You didn't need to bring this over specially.”

Tamara sat in the chair opposite him, her hands folded in her lap. Facing Milford’s concern, she beamed with an expression full of happiness.

“What’s tiring about this? I haven't seen you in so long. I missed you too. It just so happens that the wedding invitations were all sent out today. Your mom asked me to come and ask if there are any additional guests you want to add.”