Chapter: 118

Alternatively, she could end up with a homeless person or a drunkard and become their plaything.

Beth remained indifferent.

After dealing with Lilliana, she discreetly arranged for someone trustworthy to escort Miguel out of the city that very night.

Without asking questions, she provided Miguel with cash and some pieces of gold jewelry. "Miguel, once you leave, never return. Look after yourself well."

Beth allowed herself to cry only once Miguel had safely left Osewood.

At her old age, she doubted she would ever see him again.

Misfortune seemed a common thread among her two sons.

Her only remaining grandson was not allied with her.

Irene offered comfort to Beth as they sat together, waiting until the sky hinted at dawn.

By the time morning arrived, Miguel had managed to escape. Lilliana, on the other hand, had not succumbed to the cold nor been abducted.

She regained consciousness on her own and made her way back home.

She had wisely pretended to be unconscious, but the maids had been brutal, leaving her body covered in bruises.

Upon reaching home, Lilliana had just enough time to shower and change her clothes before her landlord pounded at the door, demanding, "Get out! I'm not renting to you anymore!"

“sir, Mr. Hewitt arranged this place for me. How can you just throw me out?" Lilliana protested.

The landlord's sneer was cold and dismissive. “I don't care if you've upset your sugar daddy or whatever. I want you out now. You have until 1 PM. If you're mot gone by then, I'll throw all your belongings out!"

With a final, intimidating bang on the door, the landlord left, and Lilliana's sense of desperation deepened.

Alan had clearly decided to kick her out.

Lilliana collected her most valuable possessions. Although she still had funds in her bank account, the prospect of affording another suitable apartment seemed impossible.

As she packed, she realized she had to abandon many of her clothes, which overwhelmed her with sadness, causing her to weep.

By noon, the landlord, along with several men, showed up earlier than expected.

Lilliana pointed out the time on the clock and pleaded her case.

The landlord forcefully pushed her aside. "Stop with the excuses, I'm not buying them!" he snapped. “I've even brought movers to help you. Aren't you thankful?"

The men ruthlessly ripped through the clothes she hadn't yet packed.

One of them gazed at her, his eyes fixating on her bruises. “I didn't expect someone who looks so innocent to be so wild in bed! How about some fun? Make it worth my while, and you can crash at my place."