The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 881

Zadie and Hackett Sloan wouldn't stop complaining.

Watching his parents nitpick the square footage of the apartment at a time like this, Josiah felt a wave of sheer exhaustion and disgust wash over him.

If... if only he had the same courage and decisiveness as Leilani to completely sever ties with this family—a family that looked glamorous on the outside but was rotting from within. If he had, would he be standing here, bearing the brunt of it all alone, subjected to his parents' endless barrage of complaints and accusations?

After everything he had done to keep them afloat, all he got in return was grief.

But the thought was fleeting.

In the end, Josiah said nothing. He just wearily pulled the car door open. "Mom, Dad, get in. Let's just get out of here first."

The drive away from the sprawling estate was suffocatingly tense.

When they finally arrived at Josiah's spacious condo in a high-end, albeit standard, residential area, Hackett and Zadie's simmering resentment reached its boiling point. Stepping into what they considered a "shoebox," their dissatisfaction spilled over.

"Josiah, why is the bathroom so tiny?" Zadie asked, her nose wrinkling as she pushed open the door.

"There isn't even a proper study!" Hackett barked, storming through the rooms, his expression darkening by the second. "I don't know what you've been doing with your life all these years!"

In reality, Josiah had purchased a luxury condo spanning over two thousand square feet, featuring four bedrooms, a pristine layout, and high-end finishes. For the three of them, it was more than enough space.

However, this beautiful home—a dream for most people who worked their entire lives—paled in comparison to the Sloan family's former multi-acre estate, complete with a pool, sweeping lawns, and detached maid's quarters.

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