Chapter 87
“That Biggs boy plays the perfect golden heir, but he’s just as rotten as the rest-sneaking around on her, keeping some side piece,” Uriah spat. “And Sharon actually loved that bastard. What a damn shame.”
He snorted. “This time, I’ll make sure they get what’s coming. With the Uriah name backing her now, let’s see who still has the balls to mess with Sharon.”
As soon as Sharon had the medicine in hand, she went straight to find Carter.
“I’ve brought you the medicine. Now, will you let Wendy go?”
Carter studied the small, unassuming bottle in his hand, his expression skeptical.
“You’re sure this isn’t fake?”
Sharon instinctively clenched her fists.
No matter what she did, he always met her with doubt.
But Kelly-no matter how many vile things she did-always had his unwavering trust.
“It’s real,” Sharon said flatly. “If you don’t believe me, show it to Madeline. She took it for two years. She’ll know right away if it’s the real thing.”
Carter’s tone remained cool. “In that case, come back to the old estate with me.”
His distrust didn’t sting her anymore.
She nodded. “Alright.”
At the Biggs family’s old estate, Madeline slammed her hand hard against the table, face stormy with rage.
“What? Sharon hasn’t been home in ages? Not only is she ignoring you, she’s out there taking care of someone else’s child?”
Theo nodded, the memory still fresh and raw. His voice trembled, nearly breaking into sobs.
“When I told Mommy to choose between us, she picked that bad kid. His dad said she doesn’t get paid to take care of me, but she gets money to take care of his son.
“That kid-Matty-he keeps telling me how good Mommy is to him. That she picks him up and drops him off every day. That she makes him snacks. Different ones every day.”
Madeline opened her mouth to scold Sharon, but the sight of Theo’s pitiful face softened her anger.
“Don’t listen to him,” she said gently. “That boy is lying to you.”
“He’s not,” Theo said, pulling out his phone. “He takes pictures of every meal Mommy makes him and sends them to me.”
Denise leaned over for a look. Her eyes widened at the images.
“Hey, these really are Sharon’s snacks. Only she makes treats in those shapes and designs.”
She flipped through more photos. “This dish, too. Isn’t it her specialty?”
“The way it’s plated… no one else does that but her.”
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“Oh! This isn’t even sold in stores-it’s that medicinal meal she made just for Theo.”
With every word from Denise, Theo’s eyes grew redder-sorrow, anger, and jealousy churning together.
Madeline frowned and cut her off. “That’s enough. Theo, don’t worry. When your mother gets here, Grandma will make sure
she hears about this.”
Theo pushed up his sleeve, revealing faint bruises on his delicate arm.
“That bad kid bullies me at school, too. He hit me first, but when the teacher came, he pretended I pushed him. Everyone blamed me and made me apologize.”
Though the bruises weren’t severe, his tender skin made them look worse than they were.
Madeline’s heart ached at the sight, her eyes brimming with tears. She raised her voice, trembling with fury.
“Outrageous! Tomorrow, I’m going with you to that kindergarten. I’ll make sure that little brat learns a lesson-”
She was cut off by a servant rushing in.
“Madam, Mr. Carter and his wife have just arrived.”
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