The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 714

Clive was completely lost, his mind a thick, buzzing fog. He had no idea how things had spiraled to this point. And with the ultimatum Winifred just dropped, was he supposed to go tonight or not?

If he went?

His test results weren't back yet, he was currently swollen and inflamed down there, and he had just applied medication.

Worse, if he actually had AIDS and ended up transmitting it to those powerful elites, he would be torn to pieces and left with nothing.

If he didn't go?

Given the vicious threats Winifred had just hurled at him, Clive knew she would follow through on every single word.

He was trapped—damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

Clive had no idea what to do anymore.

Right then, his phone buzzed again. A text from Winifred.

[Your last chance. Eight o'clock tonight. Do not disappoint me.]

...

Meanwhile, at the Sherwood family estate.

As Tamara's pregnancy advanced, her morning sickness grew increasingly severe. She threw up everything she ate, couldn't keep food down, and couldn't sleep. Her mental and emotional state was visibly worse than when she first returned to the Sherwood home.

It was late into the night again.

Instead of sleeping soundly in her bedroom, Tamara was curled up on the bathroom floor.

Kneeling on the freezing tiles, she gripped the edge of the toilet seat with one hand and pressed the other hard against her stomach. Cold sweat soaked her hairline.

This was the third time she had thrown up tonight.

Her stomach was already completely empty, yet stomach acid kept surging up, burning her throat.

Tamara stared blankly at her slightly swollen cheeks and the soft, undefined jawline in the mirror. An indescribable wave of grievance and deep anxiety washed over her.

When did she start looking like this...?

Was this really her?

Thinking back to the days before her pregnancy, when everyone praised her flawless glow and impeccable style. A deep sense of self-pity welled up inside her.

There was no trace left of that beautiful, perfectly put-together girl. Instead of just looking a bit under the weather, she now resembled a chronically exhausted, neglected, and miserable pregnant woman.

After all, she was several months along now. Everyone always said things got better after the first trimester. But for Tamara, the morning sickness hadn't faded at all; it had only grown more vicious. She threw up whatever she ate, and sometimes even keeping water down felt like torture.

To make matters worse, since returning to the Sherwood estate... Milford and Gloria hadn't softened toward her in the slightest, despite her pregnancy. They both treated her like she was completely invisible.

Things had been slightly better when Fitch was around, as he would at least check in on her from time to time.