The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 883

Zadie was far from satisfied with Josiah's setup.

How many people could this "tiny place" even hold?

There was no walk-in closet, no oversized luxury bathtub, no maid's quarters. The mattresses in the guest rooms still had the plastic wrap on them.

How were they supposed to live here?

Her mind raced. Zeus had been a star doctor for years. His income was fantastic, and she remembered hearing his apartment wasn't that small. Surely, it had to be better than Josiah's, right?

At the very least... the interior design had to be more refined.

She subconsciously assumed that since Zeus was a clean freak with high standards, his home would be infinitely more comfortable.

Making a split-second decision, Zadie rushed forward and grabbed Zeus's arm.

"Zeus, are you... are you leaving already? Why are you in such a rush?"

"You see the state of things here. Why don't I... why don't I come stay with you for a few days? I can take care of you. You work so hard, I'm sure you don't even have time to eat properly."

Feeling her grip on his arm, Zeus stiffened.

He smoothly pulled his arm out of her grasp, forcing a conflicted look onto his face.

"Mom, it wouldn't be convenient for you to stay with me."

"The only good thing about my place is how close it is to the hospital."

Zeus took a deep breath, forcing his voice to level out. "My place only has two rooms. Combined, they aren't even the size of this living room."

"If you come with me, the three of us will be crammed into a few hundred square feet. We wouldn't even be able to turn around without bumping into each other. That would be real suffering!"

Looking at his mother's pale, shocked face, his heart softened just a fraction. He lowered his voice. "Mom, Josiah's place isn't the mansion, but there's enough room. Just settle in here for now. We'll figure something else out... when things get better."

Zadie stared at her son blankly, as if the gravity of their situation had finally hit her.

She looked around.

The off-white walls were basic, the floors weren't made of imported hardwood, but the place was spotlessly clean and filled with natural light.

Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a fully equipped kitchen... it was a living situation countless normal families dreamed of.