The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 628

With pressure coming from both her father and her father-in-law, Tamara had no room left to refuse.

After a long pause, she nodded lightly. “...Alright. I’ll go back with you after I’ve packed my things.”

As Tamara went upstairs to pack, Zadie followed her. The door closed softly, shutting out the conversation from downstairs.

Zadie entered the room and watched her daughter slowly begin to pack clothes from the closet. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer. “Tamara, have you really thought this through?”

Tamara’s hands stilled for a moment. “Mom, I can’t live at home forever…” she murmured. She wasn't a fool; she could tell that Hackett was already growing tired of her extended stay.

Thinking of her husband's plans, Zadie sighed and took the clothes from her daughter’s hands, folding them neatly and placing them in the suitcase. “It’s not that I’m trying to stop you, it’s just…” She paused, lowering her voice. “Do you really believe that boy has changed?”

Tamara pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Seeing her daughter’s reaction, Zadie’s heart ached. She stepped forward and hugged her. “My sweet, foolish girl. Can’t you tell whether his apology today was genuine or not?”

Tamara’s fingers idly fiddled with the hem of her clothes. “...Mom, maybe he really does regret it this time,” she said softly. “It’s the first time he’s ever backed down since we got married.”

Milford wasn’t a man of unwavering resolve. Now that he had given in once, Tamara believed it was only a matter of time before he returned to his old self.

Zadie patted her back, her voice choked with emotion. “...You’re the only daughter I have. You have to be okay.”

Downstairs, Milford stood in the living room, his gaze sweeping over the family portraits on the wall. He had never noticed before just how many photos of the Sloan children were displayed in the living room, with Tamara featured most prominently. In every picture, her smile was bright, as if she had been surrounded by happiness her entire life, untouched by hardship.

In contrast to the vibrant photos of Tamara and her three brothers, Leilani was nowhere to be seen. Not a single picture included her, as if she had never been a part of this family. Any outsider would assume Tamara was their only biological daughter.

How ironic, Milford thought with a flash of contempt, that Tamara was the impostor.

It was no wonder Leilani felt no attachment to the Sloans. With Hackett and Zadie’s blatant favoritism, who could feel any affection for such a hypocritical family?