"...Which family did you just say Ashley belongs to?"
For a moment, Liza forgot how to breathe.
She didn’t know this.
Had she been so busy with her own work that she had never thought to look into Ashley’s background?
Did Tommy know?
No.
Liza rarely involved herself in Tommy’s affairs anymore, but if he had known something this significant, she would’ve noticed.
It would’ve bothered him.
"I’ll send people to retrieve you and the Boss," Julio’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "If Dominion gets in the way, we’ll deal with them. The Boss’s old partners are deeply concerned and are willing to provide anything he needs."
Liza tightened her grip on the phone.
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say another word.
She quietly ended the call.
Her eyes fell to the floor as confusion flooded her mind.
"No..." she shook her head. "There’s no way Dominion would — they wouldn’t do that to us."
Her gaze slowly drifted toward Primo, who was still sleeping peacefully.
Leaning against the wall, she let her shoulders sag.
"The Ashley and Lucian I know aren’t people like that," she whispered to herself. "They would never.. There has to be some misunderstanding."
It wasn’t surprising that Liza knew nothing about the alliance between Dominion and the Di Carpios.
Ever since Tommy left the underground, their lives had revolved around legitimate businesses—more specifically, Liza’s company and her research.
That didn’t mean Tommy hid everything from her.
Whenever something truly important happened, he always told her.
"No, Liz..." She closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. "Don’t let your thoughts run wild. Julio doesn’t know the whole story.
"I trust Ashley."
"I trust Lucian."
When she opened her eyes again, they landed on Primo. The little boy stirred, stretched lazily, and slowly sat up.
A gentle smile spread across Liza’s face.
"I trust them," she whispered. "They wouldn’t do this to us."
There was no reason for Lucian or Ashley to spend the entire night helping Tommy if they had wanted him dead.
She had been with them the whole time.
If they truly intended to kill him, they wouldn’t have done everything possible to save him.
Liza recalled how Ashley had offered her own blood before she even knew Tommy’s blood type.
The smile on her face slowly faded.
"But..." She tightened her grip on the phone. "...even if there’s an explanation..."
"If it’s true she’s a Di Carpio..."
Liza feared what that truth would mean for Tommy and Ashley.
Deep down, she knew she would still adore Ashley.
But at the end of the day, she was Tommy’s wife. No matter what happened, she would stand beside her husband.
The history between Tommy and the Di Carpios ran too deep. Too much blood had already been spilled.
And just as Liza would choose Tommy... she believed Ashley would choose her father.
No matter how terrible Marshal might be, he was still Ashley’s father. Children instinctively fought for their parents, regardless of who those parents were to everyone else.
If only Liza knew.
Knock. Knock.
Liza’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the sound. She turned toward the door just as it slowly opened.
Then, Ashley’s head peeked inside.
She looked around until her eyes landed on Primo, who had just sat up on the bed.
"Primo, where’s—" She stepped inside on tiptoe before finally noticing Liza standing in the corner.
Her face immediately brightened.
"Auntie."
Ashley hurried over, smiling as though she had enjoyed a full night’s sleep, despite them both knowing she should still be resting.
"Good news." Her smile widened. "Uncle Tommy stabilized early this morning. The doctors said they’ll keep monitoring him in the ICU for a little longer before transferring him to a regular room."
She paused, relief filling her eyes.
"But he’s out of critical condition now. They said he should wake up soon."
Liza barely heard the words.

[I can stay with Grandpa too. Can I? I want to talk to him.]
A few minutes later...
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