assandra was just putting breakfast out and she motioned for him to sit down as he realised there were two plates. Liam sort of half smiled as he accepted.
No sooner was the food done than Cassandra asked him what was wrong? Liam told her flatly it was none of her business. Cass agreed but if she didn’t know what it was she couldn’t help. Liam asked her why she would help him?
“Because you’re Rory’s son,” she said as she stood up collecting the dishes to put in the dishwasher.
Liam sat looking at his almost empty mug for a moment; Cass brought the coffee jug over and refilled it before motioning him to either drink it; 'fess’ up or anything other than sit there in silence.
“I’m in a mess. My last hope was to sell this house,” he said running his thumb along the rim of the mug clearly deep in thought. Cass pushed him, exactly how much of a mess and where was his fiance Lydia?
“Thousands…” he mouthed the words. “I lost my job, the house and Lydia.” He put both his hands round the mug like it were a lifeline as he confessed he had gambling debts that ran into the tens of thousands.
Cass sat down and thought for a moment before asking him where he was staying? He motioned his head toward the driveway, “In the car they are coming to repossess.” He turned his attention back to the mug then it was like as if he realised his last lifeline had gone, he put the mug down and buried his head in his hands.
“Hand the car in; there’s a spare one in the garage you can use for now,” Cass said thoughtfully. “You can start work at the company on Monday that will solve the problem of your unemployment.” Liam still had his head in his hands. “I’ll have a rent agreement drawn up and you can have your room as a lodger,” she continued. At this point Liam moved his hands so they were in a praying position about his nose and looked at her.
“Why would you do this for me?” he asked.
“Because you're Rory’s son.” She said. She wasn’t going to pretend she had ever looked on him like a son herself although she had tried in the early days but when he would scream at her time and again to "fuck off you’re not my mother," it wore thin.
“There are conditions…” she said.