Even someone as gutsy as Ynda was breaking out in a cold sweat, her face white as a sheet.


    “Remi, this has gotta be Lizetta’s doing. Hot Chili must be dancing to Lizetta’s tune, you can’t just pin it


    all


    on her.”


    Cassius was seriously worried that Remington might just choke Ynda right there and then.


    He stepped up to shield her a bit and tried to reason with Remington.


    But Ynda wasn’t having any of it. Anxious that Remington might unleash all his fury on Lizetta, she


    pushed Cassius aside and blurted out.


    “Why wouldn’t a wife dare to tell her husband she’s pregnant? What’s that all about? Mr. Dashiell,


    maybe you should take a long, hard look in the mirror, huh? Who says it was all Liz’s idea, I also,


    mmph!”


    She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Cassius mped a hand over her mouth.


    But at that moment, Remington was too preupied to squabble with Ynda, storming out of the


    private room with a murderous vibe trailing behind him.


    Ynda, in a panic, shoved Cassius away. “Let go of me! How can you dump all the me on Liz?”


    “You’re biting the hand that feeds you, you know! I’m saving your butt here, or else you’ll be screwed!


    It’s their marital issue, and Liz is carrying Remi’s kid. What’s he gonna do to her? You better watch your


    own back, you dimwit!”


    Despite Cassius‘ warnings, Ynda was still worried sick. She fumbled for her phone to call Lizetta.


    Cassius snatched the phone out of her hand.


    “What the heck? Give it back!”


    “No way! You do realize that tipping someone off only makes things worse!”


    Ynda was livid, chasing Cassius around the room like a headless chicken.


    At the airport, in the waiting lounge.


    “Ugh.”


    Lizetta doubled over, bracing herself against the wall, retching into the trash bin again.


    “Take a sip of water, it might help.”


    Hogan’s soothing, concerned voice came from behind her. He patted her back gently and handed her


    an opened bottle of water.


    Lizetta looked up, her face pale, and took a sip.


    “Thanks, Hogan.”


    “Howe your morning sickness has gotten so bad all of a sudden? Were you like this before?”


    Hogan, seeing Lizetta covered in a sheen of sweat, frowned with concern.


    Lizetta shook her head, forcing a smile.


    “I’m fine, really. I’ll be boarding in a sec. You don’t have to stick around, Hogan. You better hurry on.”


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    After making sure she was seated, Hogan left for another lounge area at her insistence


    There she sat, hand on her belly, her expression a mix of helplessness and sadness.


    “Joy, do you know I’m leaving your dad? Are you sad for me?”


    That day, after leaving the Dashiell family mansion, Lizetta had given the baby this nickname in the tar


    She thought, from now on, it would only be her and the baby, side by side.


    The baby was her joy, her source of energy


    Joy was such a good kid, didn’t fuss at all, just a few days of moming sickness for Lizetta in the


    beginning Then, it was as if the kid knew how to spare her feelings, understanding the hardships of her


    mom


    Lizetta had been dancing and hustling hard for cash, a tough grind. If not for Joy being so easy on her


    she couldn’t have managed all that.


    But for some reason, just as she was on her way to the airport, the morning sickness hit her like a truck


    As if Joy knew they were about to part ways.


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    “Joy, is it you don’t want me to leave?”


    The thought filled Lizetta with an overwhelming sadness and a bitter taste in her mouth.


    Lost in her thoughts, the airport suddenly buzzed withmation.


    People gasped in awe.


    “Holy cow, is that some celeb or big shot with all those bodyguards?”


    “Ah! The guy in the lead is so hot! What an aura, what a presence!”


    Lizetta instinctively looked up, following everyone’s gaze, and her heart skipped a beat in stock.