The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 872

After signing the forms, Gloria offered the nurse a polite, tight smile and handed over the clipboard.

"The signatures and stamps are all done. Thank you for your help."

The nurse gave a courteous shake of her head. "Just doing my job."

Glancing around the room at the three of them, she quickly read the room, took the papers, and excused herself.

"Since the discharge is all set, I'll leave you to it."

"Take your time packing up."

Gloria quickly agreed, her composure returning so flawlessly that no one would have guessed she had been on the verge of an emotional breakdown just moments before.

As soon as the door clicked shut, a heavy silence settled over the room once again.

Yvonne immediately jumped into action. With a bright smile, she sidled up to Gloria and looped her arm through her mother’s, desperate to cut through the lingering melancholy.

"Oh, come on, what's with all the heavy drama?"

"You guys are gonna make me cry."

Her brother was sitting right there, alive and well. Since they had already made their choices and figured out their next steps, there was no point in wallowing in the past.

Yvonne hated that kind of energy.

"Alright, no more doom and gloom. We need to look on the bright side and focus on the good things ahead."

"Since Dad made his choice, we're just going to respect it, wish him the best, and let him ride off into the sunset with his precious company. The three of us are going to have a great life together."

Without giving either of them a chance to reply, she immediately started bustling around, ushering them to pack. She was determined to use sheer momentum to drag them out of their slump.

Gloria hailed a cab, and they were soon cruising toward the west side of the city.

The old apartment complex was exactly as she had described—quiet, peaceful, and the perfect environment for a recovering patient.

The slightly weathered brick buildings were draped in lush, green ivy. The neighborhood was small but meticulously maintained, with vibrant flowers blooming in the neat planter boxes.

As they pulled up, several elderly residents were sitting on stone benches, soaking up the afternoon sun and playing chess.

Their unit was on the fourth floor. The paint in the stairwell was a bit chipped, but the handrails were polished clean. Every door they passed had a small, welcoming doormat, giving the entire building a cozy, lived-in feel.

When Gloria unlocked the door, they were greeted by a charming, intimate living room.

Sunlight filtered through crisp white sheer curtains, casting bright, warm squares across the hardwood floor. A beige linen sofa was draped with a tasteful knit throw, and several vibrant pothos plants sat on the windowsill, thriving and green.

The solid wood furniture had a classic, vintage charm, and the overall decor clearly hailed from a different decade, yet it felt effortlessly inviting.