Under normal circumstances, Lucius would have just stuffed her into a cushy administrative role in the secretarial pool, but Liliana had vehemently rejected the idea. She had spent months carefully cultivating an image as a highly educated, top-tier corporate powerhouse. There was no way she was going to stoop to fetching coffee.
Eventually, Lucius grew entirely drained from her relentless theatrics and simply let her cry it out.
Liliana deeply felt the sudden coldness radiating from him. Having grown accustomed to being treated like royalty, she was vibrating with pure, unadulterated fury and desperately needed an outlet.
Just then, she spotted Leo struggling to pull open the heavy car door for her, his little voice chiming, "Mommy Lily, what's wrong? I missed you!"
All the venom boiling inside Liliana instantly found a target. Her face twisted into a demonic sneer, and without hesitation, she violently backhanded the boy across the face.
The sickening smack echoed through the courtyard, startling Mrs. Miller. The housekeeper rushed over, scooping the stunned boy off the pavement. A vicious, raised handprint was already blooming across his small cheek.
Even though Mrs. Miller knew the truth about Leo's parentage, the sheer brutality of the strike left her utterly speechless. Terrified to speak out of turn, she quickly gathered the wailing child and hurried him inside.
She was terrified Liliana would strike him again.
It was brutally obvious to Mrs. Miller that Liliana was just using the boy as a punching bag to vent her frustrations.
Leo's cheek swelled horribly, and he couldn't stop sobbing from the pain. The nursery wasn't far from the master suite. Hearing the commotion, Lucius stepped into the room. "Why is he crying so much? Did he get sick again?"
Hearing his question, Mrs. Miller instantly realized he hadn't even bothered to ask Madeline what had actually happened to his son the night before.
Lucius had always been incredibly dismissive when it came to Leo. Mrs. Miller hesitated, terrified that telling the truth might only make Lucius resent the child more.
As she stammered, Lucius pushed past her to see for himself. The moment he laid eyes on the vicious handprint, he didn't need to ask questions. He knew exactly who had done it.

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