Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob… Now Your Queen Runs It Novel

Chapter 14 The car sped away from the mountain villa and returned to the Wilder Estate. When Everett walked into the foyer, he found Thalia holding her child, locked in a heated argument with the butler. "My son is sick! I need to take him to the hospital right now. If anything happens to him, can you take responsibility for that?!" The butler remained unmoved, his voice professional and detached. "I'm sorry, Ms. Moore. Mr. Wilder's orders were clear: no one leaves without his permission." "We have private doctors on-site. If you like, I can call them for you immediately." Thalia was frantic.

If she didn't escape now, before Everett found the truth, she'd never get out. Her life was on the line. She was about to protest again when Everett's voice drifted from behind her. "What's going on?" Thalia froze, her grip on her child tightening instinctively. The butler stepped forward and explained the situation. Everett reached out and felt the boy's forehead. "Don't we have doctors here? Bring them in to see him." "Yes, sir," the butler replied. Thalia was stunned. She couldn't read Everett at all. She didn't understand why he was being so calm, acting as if nothing was wrong.

Everett noticed her staring. "What? Is there something on my face?" Thalia quickly looked away, stammering, "No... it's just... you look tired. I thought you should get some rest." "By the way... did you see Skylar at the Jefferson place? How is she?" Everett didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the child in her arms. "It's windy out here. Take the boy inside." They went into the house, and the private doctor arrived shortly after. While the doctor examined the child, Thalia stood to the side, nervously twisting her hem, trying her best to hide the panic in her eyes.

She hadn't expected Everett back so soon. Her plan to use the sick child as an excuse to flee had been neutralized. The doctor's conclusion was swift: "It's nothing serious. Just a common cold. A couple of days of medication and he'll be fine." 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 68.4% With that, the doctor left to prepare the prescription. Thalia sat by the bed, holding her son's hand, her eyes welled with tears. "I'm sorry, Alden.

Mommy didn't take good care of you." Had she known Everett would return so quickly, she never would have given the boy a cold bath to induce a fever. Seeing her son suffer now made her heart ache with genuine guilt. The boy lay in bed with a flushed face. His little sister tried to approach him but was led away by a maid to avoid infection. The boy fell asleep after taking his medicine. Everett stayed the entire time, observing every flicker of emotion on Thalia's face. Once the doctor left, the room fell silent. Neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy and strange.

Finally, Thalia broke the silence. "Everett, you've had a long few days. You should go to bed. I'm going to stay here tonight and watch over him." Everett gave a low hum of agreement. "Let the butler know if you need anything." With one final, piercing look at her, he turned and walked out. t returned to his room, washed up, and lay down. past few days had left his nerves raw and frayed. This was his first moment of true quiet. He tried to sleep, but the moment he closed his eyes, Skylar filled his thoughts. Skylar covered in blood in the arena.

Skylar wrapped in bandages, unconscious on the bed... His chest throbbed with a pain he couldn't name. Regret festered in his heart. He had always known she loved him. There were moments when he had felt the same. But he had always told himself it was impossible. She was his niece, she was family. Then he reunited with Thalia, and over a trivial incident, he had sent Skylar to Juarez. He had intended to break her infatuation with him. otected her too well. He only wanted her to see how cruel the world could be-to humble her, and to stop her from targeting Thalia.

dreamed it would end like this. The moment he had seen her in that arena, his heart had shattered into pieces. 11:12 Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It. 70.2% He cursed himself a thousand times for ever sending her to such a dangerous place. Everett eventually drifted into a fitful sleep. He was woken by a knock at the door. He pressed a button, the door slid open, and Sam stepped in. "Mr. Wilder, the security footage from the estate has been compiled." (0) 606 (0) Bad Move, Uncle. You Sent Your Princess to the Mob... Now Your Queen Runs It.

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