Patricia stood watching Liam, the small boy holding Lauren's hand. A sharp flicker of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
She couldn't stand it, Lauren had gone to prison and still managed to have a child!
Meanwhile, she'd lost her ability to have children and would now be forced to raise Lauren's brat.
"Lauren, long time no see," Patricia said, her voice sickly sweet. "I heard from Jonathan that Liam is his son. Since that's the case, I'll treat Liam as my own!"
As she spoke, Patricia gestured to the driver standing behind her, who was holding several large, expensive-looking toy boxes.
"These are some toys I picked out for Liam. I didn't know your address, so I thought I'd bring them here." Patricia flashed a gentle, practiced smile.
But to Lauren, that smile was a chilling blast from the past.
Years ago, Patricia had smiled at her just like that, right before staging her own fall down the stairs.
What was she plotting now?
