The Queen's Back (Mona and Maxwell) novel Chapter 95

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Chapter 95
Outside, Mona couldn’t wait any longer. She turned to Donald and said directly, “Donald, aren’t you going to do something about Maxwell being trapped in the bathroom?”
She lacked the strength to kick open the bathroom door, but Donald was different. As a grown man, he had the ability to take action. After all, he was Maxwell’s father, and it was only right to kick the door down when his son was inside.
At Mona’s urging. Donald kicked the door open. Though he wasn’t fond of his son, blood was thicker than water.
As the door swung open, Mona dashed into the bathroom and found Maxwell sitting on the floor. His suit jacket was gone, and his white shirt was slightly unbattoned, revealing his hard chest. His eyes were tightly shut, and he looked embarrassingly flushed.
Seeing Maxwell’s condition, Mona rushed over to help him up, but the moment her hand touched his arm, he pushed her
away,
To be honest, his strength surprised her, and she felt a sharp pain, almost losing her balance.
Fuming. Mona slapped Maxwell and said, “Maxwell, how dare you push me? You’ve got some nerve!”
Then she watched as Maxwell slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing a familiar face, he squinted, trying to determine if he was hallucinating. When he opened his eyes again, he found it was indeed Mona.
Meanwhile, Mona was firmly gripping Maxwell’s arm, helping him stand up and trying to guide him outside.
Maxwell leaned into Mona’s support.
In the Carter family, everyone harbored their own secrets. Mona decided she couldn’t stay any longer. She picked up Maxwell’s clothes from the floor and led him out.
“Wait, where are you taking my grandson?” Stephanie shouted angrily as she saw Mona helping Maxwell to the door.
“Oh, so now you recognize Maxwell as your grandson? Where was that thought when you drugged him? How can a grandmother be so vicious?” Mona shot back, glaring at Stephanie before continuing to support Maxwell down the stairs
Stephanie was taken aback by Mona’s words, nearly choking on her anger. She clutched her chest and pointed at Mona, incredulous that Mona would speak to her in such a tone.
Juliet, Donald’s wife, immediately rushed to support Stephanie. her face filled with concern. “Mom, are you Okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m just upset,” Stephanie replied, feeling wronged.
“Upser Look at you’ve done. Is this how a grandmother behaves? Drugging your o
what grandson? Aren’t you afraid of being the laughingstock when this gets out!” Richard exclaimed, pointing his finger at Stephanie’s head as he questioned her
Richard and Stephanie entered into a marriage of convenience. At the time, Richard had someone he cared for, but his parents intervened and forced him to marry Stephanie, who came from a suitable family. Stephanie was well aware that Richard didn’t have feelings for her.
When they first got married, Stephanie hoped to win Richard’s affection, but he remained indifferent toward her. After the birth of their son, Donald, Stephanie became increasingly paranoid and neurotic, leading to frequent arguments between
them.
Now, Stephanie acted as though everyone owed her something, doing whatever she pleased.
Years had passed, and though Richard felt guilty, he had allowed Stephanie to continue her antics. He never expected her to be bold enough to drug their grandson.
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“What’s wrong with that, Richard? How dare you point a finger at me?” Stephanie snapped, shoving his hand away.
Richard looked at Stephanie, who was making a scenic, and snorted in disdain. He withdrew his hand and headed back to his
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The chaos in the house was too much for him to handle.
After Richard left. Stephanie was still furious and ordered juliet to return to her own room.
Once everyone had dispersed, no one noticed Gordon sneaking into Maxwell’s room.
Meanwhile, Mona helped Maxwell into the garage and found the car keys in his suit jacket. She struggled to get him into the passenger seat.
Maxwell, in a moment of impulse, pulled her into his embrace, his hands wrapping around her waist as he instinctively leaned in to kiss her.
Before Mona could react, she found herself half-draped over Maxwell, their lips touching. The heat radiating from his kiss took her by surprise. It was almost scalding.
Maxwell felt as if he were wandering in a desert.
Sensing something was off with Maxwell, Mona pushed him away firmly and said, “Maxwell, hold on. I’m taking you to the hospital right away.”
She wasn’t sure if he heard her, but Maxwell did loosen his grip, slowly opening his bewildered, dreamy eyes to look at her, “Mona, can we go home instead of the hospital?”
Mona observed the flush on his cheeks and asked, “Are you sure you’ll be fine without going to the hospital?”
Maxwell nodded. The effects of the drug had faded significantly, and he no longer felt as bad as before. His earlier kiss had been intentional. He hadn’t lost control.
“Then let’s head home. If you start feeling unwell, just let me know, and I’ll take you to the hospital,” she said, fastening his seatbelt for him.
As the car started, Maxwell closed his eyes in the passenger seat, recalling what had happened. Not long after Mona left, he had taken a sip of the coffee Stephanie had handed him, only to and out it was drugged.
Gradually, he realized he felt strange and had headed back to his room to wash his face.
After washing up, he found Lydia lying on the bed he shared with Mona.
Maxwell intended to wake her, but Lydia unexpectedly grabbed his hand.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell realized she wasn’t quite herself. He tried to go for help, only to discover the door was locked. He hurriedly checked his phone, but there was no signal.
As his discomfort intensified, he turned to find Lydia standing right in front of him, throwing herself into his arms and clinging tightly to his waist.
Maxwell was preoccupied with thoughts of Mona and felt no attraction to Lydia. He pushed her down to the ground.