Ynda dropped Lizetta off outside the dance troupe’s building, and before Lizetta could get out of the


    car, Ynda couldn’t help but ask, “I wonder if Badass Remington ever dared to taste that nourishing


    soup.”


    She was clearly enjoying the thought a bit too much.


    Lizetta chuckled, knowing all too well Remington’s finicky nature, especially his aversion to anything as


    rustic as offal. If he did try it, he was in for a rough time.


    “Aren’t you a bit concerned for him?” Ynda eyed Lizetta, blinking.


    Lizetta paused, her expression tuming thoughtful. She and Hanna had a spat over the soup just


    yesterday. and Hanna went crying to Remington about it.


    If Remington had cared even a bit, he would’ve known what that soup was made of. If he still ended up


    drinking that soup today, it was on him for not paying enough attention. He had iting.


    Lizetta raised an eyebrow and spread her hands, “Feeling sorry for a jerk? That’s a one–way ticket to a


    lifetime of misery, isn’t that one of your golden rules?”


    “Hahaha, exactly!” Ynda burst outughing.


    Meanwhile, at the Starlight Group.


    A visibly shaken Remington stepped out of the restroom. Hisposure was back, masking the earlier.


    difort, but his ashen face and the grim set of his jaw were hard to ignore.


    Cedric stood by, recalling how he had been the one urging the boss to have more of that concoction,


    feeling a chill run down his spine.


    “Find out where my mom got that abomination from, and cut off her supply!” Remington ordered, his


    voice cold as ice.


    Cedric, feeling like he’d been granted a reprieve, quickly nodded and scurried out.


    Then, Hanna’s call came through again. Remington answered, his tone frosty, as Hanna’s displeased


    voice filled the air.


    “I wasn’t done talking when you hung up! I’m over at Oakridge Heights, and Edith mentioned Lizetta


    hasn’t been staying heretely.”


    “She’s pregnant for heaven’s sake. If she doesn’t like staying at the mansion, she can move back to


    Oakridge Heights. I’ll bring over some nutritious stuff. Edith is reliable; she can look after her as well.”


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    “How could you let her stay out at this time? She’s young and clueless. How is she supposed to take


    care of the baby?”


    If it weren’t for thest remark, Hanna could’ve passed for a caring mother–inw. Listening to Hanna,


    Remington felt his stomach churn again.


    The man uttered in an impassive tone, “Stop with those bizarre concoctions of yours, I’ve already had


    Cedric cut off your supply!”


    “What?! I’m doing all this for whom? How could you?” Hanna’s voice grew shriller after her initial shock.


    Remington cut her off, “You know very well for whom. Mom!”


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    The way Remington emphasized “Mom” wasden with distance, irony and a bit of warning.


    Hanna paled, her breathing heavy over the phone.


    Remington didn’t give her a chance to retoft, adding, “Mind your own business from now on! And stop


    using the child as an excuse to bother her.”


    His warming was unmistakable. With that, he hung up.


    Hanna, trembling with rage, held the phone tightly in her hand. After hanging up, she took a deep


    breath to calm down, and Edith hurriedly brought her a ss of water, attempting to soothe her.


    “Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, please, don’t work yourself up; there’s something I feel I should mention.”


    “Out with it then!”


    “Well, Mr. Dashiell and Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell were always careful about contraception.”


    “Are you implying there’s something wrong with Lizetta’s baby?” Hanna’s expression darkened, and


    she sat up straighter.


    “I don’t know about that, but they either used protection or Mr. Dashiell would ask Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell


    to take pills. That much is certain.”


    Hanna’s face turned stormy instantly. She had been wondering why, if Lizetta was pregnant, she


    insisted on keeping it a secret and making a fuss about going abroad.


    Lizetta’s first day at the dance troupe went surprisingly well.


    Besides her, there were five other leads, all passionate about dance and easy to get along with.


    Even though Lizetta was thetest addition, the day’s practice brought them all into a rhythm of


    unspoken understanding.


    It had been a while since Lizetta felt this kind of experience; being among like–minded individuals


    always brought happiness.