The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 962

Seeing Judie so firmly convinced that her cousin and Leilani were alive, Donovan couldn't bring himself to crush her hopes any further.

Meanwhile, across the city at Gloria's house.

Ever since Yvonne Sherwood, her brother, and her mother had moved out, leaving Fitch Sherwood behind, life wasn't as opulent as before. No more having every meal served on silver platters. But without the suffocating restrictions of high society, Gloria and her children were living quite comfortably.

That morning at the breakfast table.

Yvonne was casually scrolling through the news on her phone as she ate.

Suddenly, a bold push notification caught her eye.

Her hand jerked, sending her silver spoon clattering into her cereal bowl, splashing milk everywhere.

"How is this possible?"

How could Mr. Langley be dead?

Yvonne stared at the headline in pure shock.

"Langley Group heir, Callahan Langley, confirmed dead in Mitchina explosion in Northern Myanor. Second son Talbot Langley poised to succeed him as the new heir."

Leilani had gone on this business trip with Callahan. If something had happened to him, what about Leilani?

Hearing his sister's gasp, Milford Sherwood frowned. Seeing the panic draining the color from her face, he asked, "Yvonne, what's wrong? What did you see? You look terrible."

Unable to speak, Yvonne just pushed her phone to the center of the table.

Sitting at the head of the table, Gloria gracefully set down her napkin. She picked up the phone, her eyes skimming the headline and photo. A faint frown creased her brow.

"Mr. Langley and Leilani are both incredibly capable. They'll be fine. You know how the media loves to sensationalize things. Nothing is confirmed yet, so don't panic."

Sitting across from them, Milford had a completely different reaction.

He hadn't cared much when he heard Callahan was in trouble. But the realization that Leilani was with him—and likely in danger too—changed his demeanor instantly.

He snatched the phone from his sister, his thumb swiping furiously as he read the details. His expression darkened with every line.

He stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the marble floor. "Impossible!"

"Callahan is too stubborn to die. There's no way he'd go out over something this ridiculous! I'm sure Leilani is fine too."

Although Milford sounded like he was mocking Callahan, his white-knuckled grip on the phone and his tense jawline betrayed a deep, undeniable anxiety.