The next day.


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    Lizetta was busting some moves in the dance studio when her phone at the side started buzzing


    Unceasingly. She paused, wiped off the sweat, and grabbed the phone.


    It was Hanna calling, but since Lizette had already Inked the divorce papers with Remington, Hanna


    was history to her not her mother–inw anymore.


    She didn’t feel like picking up, tossed the phone aside, and kept on dancing. But the calls kepting,


    like the Grim Reaper was on the line.


    With a frown, Lizette finally answered.


    “Lizetta, get your butt over to Oakwood Manor now and take your mom home!”


    Hanna’s angry volce sted through, and without waiting for Lizetta to ask any details, she hung up.


    Oakwood Manor wasn’t the Dashiell family’s manor, it was Nathan and Hanna’s digs, right in the city


    center. When Lizetta rushed over there and walked in, she found Hanna on the couch with a face like


    thunder, and Evelina si beside her, sweet–talking her softly.


    They looked more like a cozy pair than she and Hanna ever did. Lizetta approached, “What’s going…”


    She didn’t even finish when Hanna suddenly stood up and flung the tea right in Lizetta’s face. The tea


    was slightly hot, sshing all over Lizetta, with a few leaves sticking to her face, leaving her looking


    like a hot


    mess.


    “Tell me, does the Dashiell family owe you something? Ever since you jinx walked in, nothing but


    shame has been brought upon us!”


    Lizetta’s eyes drooped; hershes damp, she was barely able to open them.


    The servants there were Hanna’s peeps, all standing back and enjoying the show, not a soul offering


    Lizetta a towel.


    Evelina sat there, a smirk ying at the corner of her lips, “Here, Sis, wipe it off.”


    But in front of Hanna, she still had to y the saint. She pulled out a tissue, stood up, and moved


    towards Lizetta.


    Lizetta, though, snatched another teacup from the table and hurled it at Evelina, ‘Spare me your phony


    kindness!”


    Hanna was livid, going straight for the jugr without any honor. Lizetta didn’t buy for a second that


    Evelina had no hand in this mess. And then there was Jolin causing a scene – probably Evelina’s doing


    too.


    Hanna was her elder, so Lizetta had to take it on the chin, but she could sure as heck unload on


    Evelina, the one who couldn’t resist sticking her nose in.


    “Ah!” Evelina got hit full in the face, Instantly as bedraggled as Lizetta.


    She shrieked, clutching her belly and copsed onto the couch.


    “Lizetta!” When Hanna saw Evelina take a fall, she flew into a rage, stood up, and swung at Lizetta.


    Some tea leaves and debris fell from Lizetta’s eyshes, threatening to get in her eyes. She closed


    them, wanting to dab them.


    She didn’t see Hanna’s moveing and was half a beat too slow to react, already’bracing for the


    blow.


    But the pain never came. When Lizetta opened her eyes and looked up, she saw a familiarrge hand


    gripping Hanna’s wrist, stopping the p mid–air.


    Remington had arrived. His shirt cuffs were crisp white, and the metallic sheen of his watch reflected a


    sharp light.


    Lizetta felt the re piercing her eyes, making them burn and tear up even more.


    “Remington, what the hell are you doing!? Let go!” Hanna struggled furiously.


    “What are you doing, Mom!”


    Remington frowned, his gaze sweeping over Lizetta’s damp hair and cheeks. Seeing she was okay, he


    finally let go.


    Hanna, stopped by her son, was even more enraged, pointing at Lizetta.


    “Just look at what she’s done! I had Cecilia and Maria over for flower arranging, and she had to send


    her mom, that parasite, to make a scene right at our doorstep!


    Crying and wailing that she can’t make ends meet because her daughter won’t help her! I have never


    been so humiliated in my life! If it wasn’t for Eve being here to calm me down and talk sense into me,


    I’d be in the ER with high blood pressure by now!”


    Lizetta had already wiped her face, looking coolly at Hanna, “I didn’t send for her, and if you’re so


    embarrassed by such rtives, you could’ve just had security kick her out.”


    Hanna didn’t do that, which gave Jolin the chance to show up at the doorstep. The real reason Hanna


    didn’t have security throw her out was all about saving face, worrying about gossip that she was


    heartless and wouldn’t acknowledge her poor inws.