Karol felt his heart skip a beat.

Could this wretched woman have discovered everything?

No, it couldn't be. He had covered his tracks perfectly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Karol said, rising to hide behind Kaden, adopting the posture of someone seeking protection.

As her knight in shining armor, Kaden was willing to go through hell and back for her.

"Lilah, don't push it too far! We need to clear things up today."

He stared directly at Lilah, his words firm and resolute.

"To be fair, Miss Morris is quite adept at manipulating men.

After all the terrible things she's done, she still managed to pull off one last big scheme, which almost led to my son's death. Yet here she is, like a lotus rising unstained from the mud, with Mr. Morris standing up for her and shielding her from everything.

Truly impressive," Lilah remarked, with a smile that didn't touch her eyes, filled with mockery as she looked at Karol.

"You're lying, I didn't do it!" Karol's voice quivered with a sob, making her appear even more fragile and pitiable, driving Kaden to the brink of madness.

"Alright, Gerard, could you have your people escort Mr. Morris out? Let's have a private chat with Miss Morris," Lilah said, unwilling to waste more words.

Gerard nodded, and with a wave of his hand, Calvin led a group of people to separate the pair.

Karol didn't even have time to shout before Calvin covered her mouth and knocked her out.

"What's going on? How did she end up back here?" Miranda asked, descending the stairs and spotting Karol unconscious on the living room sofa, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Lilah sat calmly, her hand resting on her son's shoulder, ready to teach him a lesson.

"Come join the fun," she invited Miranda. "By the way, how's Livia doing? Is she feeling any better?"

Miranda nodded, "That dear girl was quite weak, unconscious for two days. The doctor and I detoxified her, so she should be fine after some rest."

Lilah understood and felt a growing fondness for Livia.

"Son, always remember your Aunt Livia's kindness, okay? If it weren't for her saving you this time, Mommy might never have seen you again," she told her son. Jerrold nodded, somewhat understanding.

"Since that's the case, Mommy, can I go take care of Aunt Livia?

I don't want to stay here," he asked, wanting to escape.

Karol had left a deep impression on his young mind, and seeing her made him instinctively want to hide.

"No," his mother said, pressing him back down before he could stand.