The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 882

In that moment, he actually envied her.

He envied the fact that she had absolutely nothing to do with this family anymore.

If he could just sever ties with Hackett and Zadie like she did, he wouldn't be stuck cleaning up this endless, suffocating mess.

The Sloan family had always looked picture-perfect on the surface, but beneath the veneer, it had long been hollowed out by vanity, selfishness, and apathy.

Though Josiah recognized this with painful clarity, he simply didn't have Leilani's ruthless resolve to truly abandon their parents.

He supposed it was karma. He had lived a carefree, privileged life for decades, and now the bill had come due. He had no choice but to pay it.

Saying nothing more, Josiah turned and walked into the bedroom to quietly unpack their luggage.

Zeus set his things down, quietly observing his parents' behavior the entire time.

Deep down, he agreed with Josiah. It was unbelievable that Hackett and Zadie were still acting so entitled. This condo was huge—much bigger than the place Zeus owned. If his father was complaining about this, Zeus was incredibly relieved he hadn't offered to take them in.

He mentally lit a candle in sympathy for his older brother and firmly killed any lingering thought of inviting his parents to live with him.

Seeing that Hackett and Zadie were gearing up for another round of complaints, Zeus's brow furrowed slightly.

The atmosphere was suffocating. He didn't want to stay here a minute longer; he had work to do at the research institute anyway.

Turning to his brother, he said, "Josiah, you're going to have to bear the brunt of things for a while."

"Mom and Dad will have to crash here for now. You know how it is with my place and Clive's... they're too small. We wouldn't fit."

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