“So you’re up to speed on Joseph’s condition, right? I know you overheard me talking with Wilma that
night.”
Lizetta nodded, about to offer Hanna a fewforting words, when she continued, “You and
Remington better get cracking on making a baby.”
Lizetta choked. Clearly, her mother–inw had taken the reins and decided for her. Whether or not to
have a kid was never really her call to make.
Thank goodness she’d had enough of this life!
“There’s no way Remington and I can have a child. I just asked the doctor, and he said with Joseph’s
condition…”
Joseph’s illness wasn’t at the point where a bone marrow transnt was necessary, and even if it was
an emergency, there wouldn’t be time to pop out a kid. Plus, the odds of Lizetta’s baby being a match
were slim.
With medicine advancing at lightning speed, leukemia wasn’t a death sentence anymore, especially for
a well–connected family like the Dashiells.
Hanna was obviously freaking out, barking up the wrong tree. If having a baby was the only way to
save Joseph, with the bond between Lizetta and Joseph, she’d be willing to make that sacrifice without
Hanna pulling all the strings.
“Shut your trap! You have to have this child!” Hanna cut her off.
Seeing Lizetta frown, she softened her tone.
“Don’t worry; I’m not expecting you to do this for free. I’ll throw in 10 million if you deliver, 30 million if
it’s a match, and we can negotiate a separate price for each transfusion. As soon as you’re pregnant,
I’ll advance you 2 million.”
Hanna sat there, all high and mighty, stirring her coffee, as if she believed Lizetta couldn’t resist such a
juicy.
carrot.
Lizetta’s fingers turned ice–cold. In Hanna’s eyes, her child was just a bargaining chip, devoid of
emotion, to be demanded and dispensed with, just like Lizetta herself.
She clenched her dress, her mind reying the moment Jolin had left the Dashiell family for money,
and
Hanna’s contemptuous sneer.
“A bunch of bloodsuckers! How could Remington be outsmarted by such a woman!”
“Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, please don’t be upset. It’s just 2 thousand; think of it as tossing a coin to a
beggar.”
The bitter memories made Lizetta stand up abruptly.
“To tell you the truth, my rtionship with your son is toast; we’re in the middle of a divorce, so no more
babies. You’re 52, not menopausal yet, right? If you really think you need a baby to save your son, why
don’t you give it another shot? These things, you gotta do yourself; don’t you think?”
She grabbed her purse and left, leaving Hanna sitting there, dumbstruck, unable to believe what she’d
just heard.
Wilma hurried over from another table.
“Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, what’s wrong? Did Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell get under your skin again?”
“Ungrateful wretch! The Dashiell family really wasted their time on her; even a dog knows to be loyal to
its master! She’s making up crazy lies like divorce just to avoid having a baby!”
Lizetta paused in her stride, and then walked away with even more resolve. She headed back to the
hospital, pushed open the door to Joseph’s room, and was greeted withughter and chatter – Fiona
and Remington
were both there.
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Seeing Lizetta, Fiona immediately waved her over, “Liz,e here! Why the special treatment for
Joseph? Am I not your favorite old baby?”
The octogenarian pouted over the food, looking as forlorn as a kid fighting over candy. Lizetta
chuckled, sat next to her, and linked arms with her, “So, what do you fancy, Grandma Fiona? I’ll cook
anything for you.”
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“I know, Liz’s sweet and sour pork is delish. That’s what I’m craving.”
Joseph passed a piece of pork her way, but before Fiona could take a bite, Lizetta caught the scent
and suddenly turned her head, gagging.
Fiona’s eyes lit up, pping Remington’s arm excitedly, “You sly dog! Is Liz pregnant? Such great
news, and you didn’t tell me!”
Lizetta took a deep breath to steady herself and turned to meet Remington’s deep gaze.