Chapter 242

And now that Yolanda's shares had all gone to Wallace, they too would end up with Clifford. Once that happened, no one in the Lambert family would be able to

threaten his position.

"How do you know?" Renata asked uncertainly.

Santino smiled slightly. "Because Clifford will help you. You're his sister; he won't let you go to prison."

"But he told me to go abroad."

"Staying here amounts to the same thing. Trust me," Santino said with his signature smile, the one Renata could never resist.

"Really?"

"Really."

He caressed her face, his expression warm, though a glint of something sharp flashed in his eyes for a moment. If she left, Wallace was truly finished. It seemed there was no longer a choice to be made. He had to use Yolanda's death to save Wallace. Otherwise, once Clifford gained control of the Lambert family, he would have no chance of winning. Whatever his feelings about Wallace, the enemy of his enemy was his friend.

Renata felt a wave of relief wash over her. She buried her head in Santino's chest again, as if it were the only place she could find comfort.

"Then let's move out of the main house."

"Alright."

"We'll move as soon as the rain stops," she added.

"Okay."

He agreed to whatever she said. Renata had grown accustomed to it; Santino never seemed to refuse her in these small matters, except for the occasional times she asked him to stay home from work.

The rain poured down all day.

Latisha slept for the entire day as well. When she finally woke up, Clifford was still there. He was sitting by her bed, looking at something on his phone.

Latisha turned her head and watched him for a moment before pursing her lips. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her and she fell back against the pillows.

Suddenly, a long, slender hand rested on her forehead. "Don't move," Clifford's voice sounded from above her. "You have a fever."

Latisha fell silent. She raised her own hand to touch her cheek, but her palm was just as hot as her face, so she couldn't tell the difference.

Clifford helped her sit up and brought over a glass of water and some medicine from the nightstand. "Here, take this."

Latisha took the handful of colorful capsules and pills from him. Without even

looking at them, she tossed them into her mouth and washed them down with water.

Seeing that she had taken the medicine, Clifford said, "I have to go out for a bit. Get some rest. Ziven will bring you dinner later."

Latisha took a few more sips of water and nodded. Her head was pounding, and the fever made her feet Paghawift, as if the world were

spinning. She lay back down, too disoriented to think about anything else.

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After Clifford left, Latisha drifted into a hazy sleep.

She was woken again by a knock on her bedroom door. She rubbed her eyes, put on a robe, and went to open it.

Ziven stood outside. "Ma'am, I've brought your dinner. Would you like to come downstairs to eat?"

Latisha nodded. She stepped out of her room, but instead of heading downstairs, she went to the study and knocked on the door. When there was no response, she pushed it open and went inside.

Ziven stood behind her, looking puzzled. "Ma'am, what are you looking for?"

Latisha turned to him and signed, *I'm calling him for dinner.*

Ziven frowned. Though he couldn't understand her signs perfectly, he had a good idea of what she meant. "Didn't Mr. Lambert leave? He didn't tell you?"

Latisha froze. It took her a long moment to process his words. Right. Clifford had gone out. She'd forgotten.