Liz burst intoughter, turning around to stuff a debit card and the deed to the house into Ynda''s


    arms. "Come on, take it! Who in their right mind would refuse money that''s literally being handed to


    them?" "Can I really keep it? But didn''t you, like, wear yourself out paying off that $300,000 debt to


    Remington?" Ynda clutched the debit card, somewhat surprised by Liz''s change of heart.


    Liz cut her off, "I was a fool back then, but things are different now. You''ve saved a life and got yourself


    hurt in the process. This is what you deserve. Why on earth would you say no? If it makes you feel


    better there''s something I need to ask of you."


    Liz had made up her mind to leave, and she was sure she couldn''t take Thaddeus with her this time.


    Ynda epted the money, and Liz hoped that if Remington, in a fit of rage, decided to ignore


    Thaddeus, Ynda could look after her big brother for her.


    She shared her wishes with Ynda, leaving her utterly shocked.


    "Look after Thaddeus? Of course, I can. But where are you nning to go? You''re pregnant with Joy,


    heading off to some unknown ce is going to be tough." Liz just offered Ynda a faint smile.


    "I''m not afraid of hardship, just heartache."


    She was exhausted. Refusing to let go, Remington constantly pressured her without considering her


    feelings.


    Ste was always lurking, and Hanna''s res made Liz feel like a walking blood bank, constantly


    fearing what madness Hanna might unleash next.


    Trapped in this hopeless marriage, Liz felt like she was suffocating.


    Ynda was worried, but seeing Liz''s weary but gentle smile, she had her eyes welled up with tears,


    and she embraced Liz tightly.


    "Alright, if you want to leave, then leave. I believe in you. But do you really think Ste will help you?"


    "She will." Liz said with conviction.


    And Liz''s judgment was proven right a weekter.


    She returned to the dance troupe, just finished with rehearsal, when her phone buzzed with a text from


    an unknown number.


    This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    [Need half a month to arrange]


    No introduction or conclusion, but Liz knew who it was and what it meant.


    She quickly replied and deleted the message.


    Putting her phone away, Liz headed for Jerome''s office.


    ne


    Jerome had given her the chance to join the troupe, and she had promised to stick with dancing until


    the baby was born next year before leaving.


    But now.


    Liz felt terribly sorry. Standing at the office door, she raised her hand but hesitated to knock.


    But she had to face what she had decided.


    With a grimace and eyes shut tight, she knocked hard.


    Unexpectedly, the door opened from the inside, and Liz''s hand, still in motion,nded forcefully on


    t of the man behind it en


    to  S


    "What are you doing?" The man''s casual, slightly amused voice came from above.


    Liz suddenly looked up, her finger still pressed against Jerome''s chest.


    Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she instinctively rubbed the spot where she had


    knocked.


    Jerome grabbed Liz''s wrist, stopping her fumbling hand.


    Liz shifted awkwardly, feeling Jerome''s gaze on her as if she were some kind of hooligan.


    "It wasn''t on purpose!"


    "You nned on making it on purpose?" Jerome raised an eyebrow.


    Liz''s face flushed even more.


    Jerome let go of her hand, and Liz quickly hid the offending hand behind her back.


    The other hand pinched her palm hard.


    That''s for acting crazy!


    "Did you need something?"


    Perhaps seeing Liz''s near-tears of embarrassment, Jerome asked.


    "Mr. Madden, were you heading out? I have something to say, but if you''re busy, I..."


    Liz felt


    moshe had picked the wrong


    having just acted like a now trying to talk about


    leaving seemed utterly ridine


    She was thinking of making a quick exit and finding another opportunityter.