Lizetta kept it simple and ssy, rocking a in white tee and jeans without showing an inch of skin.


    Yet somehow, her no–frills getup took on a whole new vibe on her, making her look effortlessly chic.


    shes of her frolicking in the water just moments ago crossed his mind – her glorious, golden


    mermaid tail, her skin as smooth and wless as frosted snow, and her posture gliding through the


    water with grace, like a legit deep–sea mermaid princess – it was alluring, innocent, and seductive all


    at once.


    You’d never guess the knockout figure hidden beneath that oversized white tee if you hadn’t seen it


    with your own eyes. And let’s not forget the supple and lively feel of those legs, usually wrapped up in a


    fish tail, tumbling through the water, which must feel absolutely mind–blowing wrapped around a man’s


    waist.


    “Back off!”


    N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    Lizetta’s expression turned icy as the guy ogled her a bit too obviously.


    The manager frowned, “How can you talk to Mr. March like that.”


    Daniel March just smiled as he stepped aside, all charm and grace; he even gave the manager a


    reassuring wave to show he didn’t mind.


    As Lizetta walked away, Daniel watched her until she was out of sight, savoring the moment before


    turning back and patting the manager on the shoulder.


    “That’s the spice I’m talking about. It’s only tasty if it’s got a kick. Send me her part–time schedule


    here.”


    Stepping out of the mermaid–themed restaurant, Lizetta could still feel that creepy, clingy vibe on her


    back like she was being watched.


    Feeling annoyed and fed up, she figured her days working this gig were numbered.


    But when it rains, it pours. Right on cue, her phone rings – it’s Jolin.


    Picking up, Lizetta is hit with Jolin’s piercing cries.


    “Where the hell have you been, you good–for–nothing? Your brother and I are about to get kicked out


    of the hospital. If you don’t show up, we might as well drop dead together!”


    Rushing to hail a cab, Lizetta also called Ynda.


    Ynda, hearing about the trouble with Thaddeus, soothed Lizetta and headed to the hospital herself.


    They bumped into each other right outside.


    The scene outside Thaddeus‘ room was a hot mess, with Jolin tussling with a couple of nurses.


    Upon seeing Lizetta, Jolin made a beeline for her and grabbed her arm.


    “Liz, why the heck are they throwing us out? Doesn’t the Dashiell Group own this hospital? I’m telling


    you, I’m the mother–inw of your honorary chairman!”


    She snapped at the nurses and then pushed Lizetta, “What are you zoning out for? Call Remington,


    now!”


    Jolin’s voice was loud, drawing weird looks from everyone; people were probably wondering which rock


    this Mrs. Dashiell crawled out from under.


    Embarrassed, Lizetta stood there as Ynda stepped in to pull Jolin away.


    “What kind of mother are you? Other than hitting up Liz and the Dashiell family for money, what have


    you ever done? For the past year, Liz has been the one taking care of Thaddeus while he’s bedridden.


    How many times have you shown up? Don’t you feel any shame?!”


    Jolin staggered back from the force of Ynda’s words and turned on her with a finger pointed.


    14:16


    “What’s it to you how I talk to my daughter?!”


    “Do you even consider Liz your daughter? Where were you when Hans hit her?


    Where were you when she was starving, searching through trash cans for food in her bare feet? Now


    after she’s taken in by the Dashiell family, you suddenly want to see your daughter every month and


    have the cheek to show up for cash. You let everyonebel her a leech, and how dare you call yourself


    her mother! Do you only remember you have a daughter every time when there’s trouble?”


    Ynda was shaking with anger, recalling the first time she met Lizetta.


    The poor girl went from rich kid to nobody’s problem, burning her hand while boiling water, with nothing


    to eat at home, and Jolin nowhere in sight.


    Kicked out by a drunken Hans in the dead of winter, she was scavenging through the neighborhood


    trash bins in just her thin clothes.


    When Ynda found her, Lizetta looked like a drenched Persian cat, with her expensive fur all soaked;


    she scared and helpless.


    was


    Ynda couldn’t understand it. Jolin wasn’t Mother of the Year, but she used to fight with Evelina and


    Hans.


    Was it because Lizetta was only brought home at six that there were no feelings,pletely


    disregarding her own flesh and blood?


    Jolin, confronted by Ynda, turned a sickly shade of green; her face was a mix of awkwardness and


    embarrassment as she looked at Lizetta.


    “Liz, I’m just so worried about your brother, and you must be too. Please, ask Remington what’s going


    on.”


    Thaddeus‘ life depends on the hospital equipment, and Lizetta has ns to send her brother abroad for


    treatment. She can’t let anything happen to him now, not when there’s hope on the horizon.


    She thought of reaching out to Hogan to smooth things over, but the nurses told her he’s off on a


    medical aid mission for about half a month.


    Remembering Remington mentioning recing her senior brother, Lizetta had her suspicions grow that


    he’s behind all this.


    Taking out her phone, she dialed Remington; her fingertips were icy.


    Remington knew he’s the only blood rtive she cares about, yet he dares to use her brother’s life to


    manipte


    her.


    Is he trying to force her back?


    Or is this payback for Evelina?