Chapter: 117

During her fake pregnancy, Lilliana had been under Beth's vigilant care, comfortably settled in the Hewitt family's residence and visibly putting on weight.

Alan's grip on her tightened, his voice hardening. “Where on earth is Miguel? If you just tell me, I'll let it slide. You should know Miguel's a wanted man now. He's done for!"

Lilliana's eyes widened, a look of shock flashing across her face.

But soon, her expression shifted to one of relief. "Really? That's wonderful! I won't have to answer to him anymore!"

Realizing the implications of her outburst, Lilliana clamped her mouth shut. Alan released his hold on her, convinced of her innocence.

Despite their past as lovers, Miguel had become a constant threat to her.

Beth's piercing gaze rested on Lilliana. “What did you just say? You've been involved with Miguel too?"

She was all too familiar with her son's ways.

He had a history with numerous women, yet he never brought them home.

What set Lilliana apart?

Alan scoffed, "Grandma, you're out of the loop, aren't you? Lilliana's not even pregnant. Your darling son bribed the family doctor. It was all his plot. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself. He's jeopardized the company and even tried to use his old mistress to ruin my relationship with Kaitlin. Are you really going to help such a son get away?"

Beth stood there trembling, her face a mask of disbelief. She had never thought her most beloved son would betray her trust Like this.

Alan lingered for a moment, hoping for a reply, but silence met his expectation. With no further ado, he departed alongside the officers.

Lilliana raced upstairs, slipped into a recently purchased dress, and adorned herself with lavish jewels.

Facing looming expulsion by Beth, she intended to take with her anything of value.

However, her intentions were all too transparent. No sooner had she finished dressing than Irene Marsh, Beth's maid, seized her by the hair and hurled her to the floor.

"You little slut, how dared you allure Mr. Miguel Hewitt? You're dead meat!"

Several maids collaborated to strip her of her dress and relieve her of her precious jewels.

Stripped bare and shamed profoundly, Lilliana was left naked.

Beth observed from the doorway, her features set in a_ stern expression. "Teach her a lesson! Once done, cast her out into the streets!"

Soon, the room filled with the harrowing sounds of Lilliana's screams, blending with her desperate pleas for mercy.

Yet mercy found no place there. Ultimately, Lilliana succumbed to unconsciousness, her body marred by dreadful bruises and gashes.

Irene hastily covered her with a tattered dress and had her discarded in the street.

The night air was as cold as ice, posing a fatal risk to Lilliana if she didn't regain consciousness swiftly.