Chapter 369

Outside the room, Beckett stood still, eyes dark with frustration. Sabrina just couldn't stop messing with Madeleine. He'd already warned the Landry family once, only because they did raise her for twenty-one years. But clearly… that warning didn't mean much. His fingers curled into fists, lips curling with a cold, bitter smile. Abigail is dying? What a joke. Georgia had swapped the babies—Sabrina raised the wrong daughter for twenty-one years, and the second she found out Madeleine wasn't Tristan's biological kid, she flipped. She dragged Abigail back into the family and didn't think twice about spoiling her, hurting Madeleine in the process. But if she ever found out that Abigail wasn't even her real daughter either… that the girl she held in the palm of her hand was actually Georgia and Tristan's lovechild… would she lose her mind? Serves her right. Karma. It always comes back. "Maddy… dinner's ready." Beckett's voice came low and hoarse as he stepped toward the door. Madeleine took