The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 871

Gloria’s chest heaved violently, her raised voice still echoing against the sterile walls of the hospital room.

As the silence stretched, she realized her emotions had spiraled out of control. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her son.

She instinctively clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides and looked at him. "Milford, Mom isn’t mad at you."

"I’m just..."

She was furious. And terrified.

It had only been a few short months, but to Gloria, it felt like she had aged half a lifetime. Her daughter, paralyzed for years, had finally recovered and regained a normal life. But those peaceful days hadn't lasted. Yvonne had gotten into a massive fight with Fitch and ran away, leaving her essentially homeless.

Then there was Milford. He had finally gotten married, only to end up with the family's sworn enemy. When he wanted a divorce, Fitch had adamantly refused.

Gloria had known a massive blowout between father and son was inevitable, but she never imagined it would happen so soon—or that the collateral damage would be this devastating.

She closed her eyes, the horrifying memory flashing behind her eyelids. When she had rushed to the hospital, she had found Milford covered head-to-toe in white bandages, utterly immobilized. He had looked like a mummy.

Those images were like ice-cold needles, piercing her heart one by one. She couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

Now, seeing that his body was still so broken, the mere mention of him going back to work or dealing with the company sent her into a tailspin. How could she not lose her mind?

Leaning back against the pillows, Milford watched the frantic, panicked look on his mother’s face. A chaotic storm of emotions swirled in his chest.

"Milford..."

"The biggest regret of my life... is that I lost my mind and helped your father force you into that arranged marriage..."

"I’m so sorry. I put you through so much pain..."

Hearing her son's absolving words, the tears Gloria had been fighting back finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks.

Just then, a nurse walked in holding a clipboard, shattering the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Sherwood, your discharge papers are all ready."

"Once your family signs these and finishes packing, you're cleared to go home."

Gloria took the paperwork and walked over to the small table by the window to sign.

When she turned back around, Milford could clearly see that her eyes were rimmed with red.

Not wanting to break down in front of a stranger, she blinked rapidly, desperately trying to force the tears away.