Chapter 55
In the Maple Forest Vi.
Madeline sat at the bar in the living room. She scrutinized the gilded invitation card in her hand with
mixed feelings.
My children''s birthday.
It was also the darkest day of her life.
She vaguely recalled the storm that day. Noah didn''t hear a word out of her as the rain came crashing
down.
Angie Grant took precedence. He believed no one but her.
He was resolute in leaving her and the unborn children, condemning them to death.
Turbulent emotions rushed over her. She crumpled the invitation in her hand, failing to notice that her
knuckles had gone white.
The invitation had long since been scrunched up.
Her cell phone lit up when a notification came through. She was instantly grounded back to reality from
her whirlwind of emotions.
Thomas''s chat box popped up.
She was greeted with a photo of a pitiful Angie, carefully tugging at Noah.
It turned out Noah had brought the delicate little princess home. He must be distressed to see her
ridiculed.
Yet, he never cared for Madeline or her children.
Yes, their survival was because they had luck on their side.
What were you expecting, Madeline?
Having figured this out, Madeline heaved a long sigh of relief.
It was constion twinged with disappointment.
She scrunched the invitation into a ball and tossed it aside, then got up and sat down on the sofa. Her
fingers flew across the keyboard as sheposed a text.
"Be careful in the Quincy household, brat. Stay away from Angie. Got it?"
"Don''t worry, Mom. I''m not letting that bad woman near me."
"Good boy."
Something seemed off. Thomas seemed too obedient today. It felt surreal to see as his parent figure.
She felt uneasy and sent another text over.
"How are you nning to deal with her?"
"Hehe, secret!"
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Thomas unsent the message.
Madeline was taken aback.
She just knew he wouldn''t be that obedient!
Madeline massaged her crown and sent another message, but Thomas decided to adopt the practice
of not replying after reading the message.
Her worry made her pack up herptop and rush out the door as soon as she could.
……
Quincy residence.
Thomas switched his smartwatch to silent in his panic when he noticed the error of sending Madeline
that text, and stuffed it neatly into his small pocket.
He then recited a mantra to himself. Mom didn''t notice. Mom didn''t notice…
He checked his phone again after a while and breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Madeline
hadn''t sent him any messages.
False rm. Mom didn''t find out!
He was relieved. He then took his binocrs to check the yard.
The only people left in the yard were the bodyguards on duty. Everyone must be inside by now.
He should head downstairs to take a look.
Thomas ran out of the room with his beloved Baymax plushie in hand.
He had assumed Angie would be roomed next to his scum of a father. There was, however, no one to
be found when he got there. Even the scum was nowhere to be found.
The residence wasrge. It was also currently midnight. The servants of the household had long gone
to rest.
Who knew when Thomas was going to be able to locate any of them with his short legs?
Just as worry came over him, a delicious scent wafted up to his nose.
Someone was in the kitchen thiste at night?
Out of curiosity, he decided to go downstairs to have a look.
He went downstairs to find the person he was looking for—Angie.
What was that horrible woman tinkering with in the kitchen?
Thomas, in his curiosity, approached her.
Angie had showered as quickly as possible and prepared Noah some supper. Steak and red wine.
What a wonderful night this was going to be!
She was bound to conquer him now!
"What are you doing, Auntie Angie?"
The sudden call took her by surprise. The wine in her hand nearly spilled.
"What are you doing behind me, little brat?!"
It waste at night. She didn''t bother to keep up her act with no servants prowling about. She was
ready to send the tray up to Noah.
It was a pity that Thomas wasn''t as good a kid as she wanted him to be. He blocked her way.
"What did you make, Auntie Angie? It smells good!"
Thomas blinked up at her, audibly swallowing.
"I prepared this for your Daddy. It looks good, doesn''t it?"
Just as Angie was still gloating about her cooking skills, the brat in front of her reached out.
Luckily, she was quick enough to push him away!
"What are you doing?!"
"Ah!" Thomas fell back to the floor.
The marble flooring was hard. Thomas gave Angie an offended look as the fall hurt quite a bit.
The woman was difficult to deal with. How miserly was she toy a hand on him?!
Angie didn''t care that he had fallen. She felt inconvenienced by him sitting there and was even
nning to kick him to clear the way.
"Keep your hands to yourself. Don''t cause trouble or else…"
"Hug, Auntie Angie…" Thomas sat pathetically on the ground, believing the woman might have bullied
his non-verbal little brother. His acting skills improved tenfold.
He gestured for a hug.
Angieughed mockingly.
"You still want me to hug you? Cheeky, aren''t you? I''ve been telling you to not cling to me. How stupid
are you? Get up. Stop pretending to be helpless!"
Angie red at Thomas with disgust and turned to the stairway.
"You bullied me! I''m telling Daddy!" He shouted defiantly with both his arms across his chest.
"Me? Bullying you? You just reminded me, you damn brat! Are you sure you''re not the one doing the
bullying?!" Angie stopped in her tracks and turned to stare him down with a murderous glint in her
eyes.
Colt used to be non-verbal but he liked throwing tantrums. Every time she pretended that she was
injured while taking care of him, Noah would take extra care of her.
Then, she would serve up the spiked steak and wine… It was a perfect n!
Oh well, the brat canin as much as he wishes!
Angie didn''t hesitate to pour the wine onto herself and smash the ss before touching the shards of
ss on the floor.
Blood seeped from her fingers. She touched her face and copsed onto the floor.
Thomas was taken aback by her performance!
Her acting skills were top-notch. Even he, the possible winner of an Oscar in the far future, was
impressed.