Liz remembered when she first arrived at the Dashiell family estate. She was terrified of being alone, terrified of the dark, and terrified of thunderstorms. Remington had told her the exact same thing back then.


    But in the end, he always relented, letting her stick by his side and hide out in his


    room.


    Her heart instantly softened at the memory. She gently stroked Ron''s hair.


    "Never mind, Ron. We''re magnanimous. Let''s not hold a grudge against him."


    Ron turned to look at Liz. She pointed toward Remington and made a little ''hug'' gesture.


    Ron blinked his big, bright eyes, then grudgingly shuffled his little bottom forward, hesitantly reaching his arms out to Remington.


    Remington clicked his tongue, putting on an exaggerated look of ttery as he said to Liz,


    "My girlfriend is the absolute best."


    He scooped the baby up, then wrapped his free arm around Liz''s waist. The three of them walked slowly downstairs, practically pressed together as one solid unit.


    Down in the dining room, the maids had, as expected, prepared avish breakfast. At his age, Ron was already starting on solid foods.


    He had just finished his form, so Liz asked a maid for a small bowl of nourishing soup. Sitting Ron on herp, she carefully blew on each spoonful to cool it before feeding him.


    "Mrs. Dashiell, please let me take care of Mr. Ron. You should eat your own breakfast,"


    the maid offered hurriedly, having caught a sharp look from Remington.


    This was Liz''s first time feeding a baby, and she found the task of nourishing such a cute little human surprisingly delightful.


    Ron was an enthusiastic eater. He craned his little neck toward the spoon every single time, his eyes tracking its every movement.


    He couldn''t speak, but the little guy certainly had the potential for a wildly sessful live-streaming food channel.


    Liz smiled. "It''s fine. If you haven''t eaten yet, go ahead. I''m in no rush. I''ll eat after I finish feeding him."


    The maid hesitated, casting another nervous nce at Remington.


    Remington gave a nearly imperceptible nod, and only then did the maid turn and leave.


    Liz was entirely focused on Ron and noticed none of this silent exchange. But just as she went to offer Ron another spoonful, the weight vanished from herp.


    Remington had simply plucked the baby up with one hand and settled him on his own knee.


    "I''ll feed him. You eat,"


    he ordered in a low voice, cleanly plucking the spoon right out of her hand without giving her a chance to argue.


    "Be careful, then. Make sure to blow on it so he doesn''t get burned," Liz cautioned before finally starting on her own breakfast.


    But she quickly realized something was very wrong.


    True, she was no longer feeding Ron. Now, she was feeding Remington.


    The moment she finished a crab dumpling, he would pipe up,


    "That looks delicious. I''m starving too."


    So, Liz had no choice but to pick up another dumpling and hold it to his lips.


    When she took a sip of her pork porridge, he would casually remark,


    "That porridge smells amazing. Eating is just making me hungrier."


    Resigned, Liz fed him tworge spoonfuls of porridge.


    When sheter tried to ignore his unsubtle hints, he just straight-up demanded,


    "Girlfriend, I want a shrimp spring roll. My hands are full. Feed me."


    Liz ended up having a very, very busy breakfast.


    Meanwhile.


    Ste had arrived back at the West、 family mansion. When she


    through the door, Martin in the middle of his fast."


    The maids shrieked in terror upon


    seeing Ste stagger in, coveredet


    blood and grime, looking like she'' been dragged through hell. >


    WI


    Hearing themotion, Martin frowned sharply.


    "What is going on?"


    "It''s Ms. West! She''s back, but... Sir, you need to see this."


    A maid stammered. Martin stood up and walked out of the dining room, intercepting


    Ste just as she stumbled into the hall.


    Seeing her appalling, disheveled state, Martin''s frown deepened into a severe scowl.


    Ste immediately burst into tears. "Dad! Liz has gone too far! She convinced Remington to lock me in their dead son''s nursery all night! They yed sick tricks to scare me, and they even beat the photographer I hired half to death! I—"