Chapter 56

Meanwhile, Liza stood on the street, clutching nothing but a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Grateful for Dean's help, she reflected, "I suppose he could have killed me. I almost wish he had. Bastard."

It was a tough life when nobody wanted her around. Even the desperate truck drivers discarded her once they got what they wanted. While she had grown accustomed to this way of living over the years, she realized she was getting too old to be out in the cold, selling the only warmth she had left.

That villa had been everything to her—her home, the only place she had felt truly anchored since, well, a long time ago. With no living family to lean on, her options were limited.

There was no chance she could turn to Aries after what his son had just put her through. He would never support her anyway. "Mr. My Son Does No Wrong" was more accurately "My Son Beats Me When I Make Him Mad." It was pathetic how much Aries tried to maintain his façade.

So, who could she build a new foundation