Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 475

"Actually, Adrian, I changed my mind. Let's put her in the guest room directly across from our bedroom," Fiona said, her eyes gleaming with sudden inspiration.

"Oh? And why is that?"

Adrian looked at Fiona, his gaze overflowing with deep affection and admiration.

The three of them took their seats at the grand mahogany table, digging into the lavish feast Lacey had spent hours preparing. It was a sickeningly cruel picture.

The maids standing in the corners kept their eyes glued to the floor, recognizing the lethal shift in power. No one dared to breathe a word.

Fiona elegantly took a sip of the truffle bisque. "Well, she's pushed out so many kids, she clearly knows how to soothe a crying infant.

When our son arrives, she'll be right across the hall to deal with the late-night tantrums."

"Brilliant. You think of everything, Fiona."

"There is one minor downside, though."

"What's that?"

"When we're making love at night, the noise might make her terribly jealous."

Adrian burst into laughter. "Don't worry about it, the soundproofing in the master suite is top-tier."

"Mom, Dad, gross! What are you talking about?"

Mara complained playfully, though a triumphant smirk danced on her lips.

"Oh, sorry sweetheart, we'll keep it PG."

Mara shot a mock glare at her parents, then turned a deeply provocative, mocking look toward Lacey.

"Enough! What kind of sick joke is this?!"

Lacey finally shrieked, her voice cracking. She still couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of her.

Fiona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "My god, you really are undeniably dense. We are spelling it out for you, and you still can't connect the dots?

Whatever. I'm busy enjoying this phenomenal dinner, so I don't have time to draw you a map right now.

Go pack your bags. I'll explain everything once I'm done eating."

"Pack what bags?"

"Mara! Tell me what is going on!"

Lacey pleaded, turning to her beloved daughter.

"Ugh, shut up! Can't you let us eat in peace?"

Lacey stared in absolute horror. She looked to Adrian, waiting for him to furiously scold Mara for speaking to her mother that way.

But Adrian just took another bite of his steak, chatting casually with Fiona. They acted as if Lacey had ceased to exist.

"I have to say, this bisque is actually divine."

Fiona took another spoonful, her eyes flicking toward Lacey. "If you don't want to pack right now, just stand there and wait.

But don't come crying to us when you're thrown out into the cold later."

"Thrown out for what?"

Fiona glared at her and refused to answer.

"Darling, why did you decide against kicking her out immediately?"