Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Just then, before Lizetta could get a word in, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

Kevin stood at the doorway, “Remington, Eve has been crying her eyes out. If she keeps this up, she’s going to wear herself down. We really can’t calm her down. Could you please try persuading her?”

Lizetta felt a growing anger inside her, provoked time and again by Evelina’s nauseating taunts.

Instead of leaving Remington’s embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his collar, softening her voice as she spoke.

“Babe, I haven’t seen you for a week. You’re not going anywhere; you have to stay and console me. Otherwise, I’ll cry for you to see.”

She went for it and started to fake cry.

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Kevin was shamelessly disrespecting his age–coming in to see her sitting on Remington’s lap, any self–respecting elder would have excused themselves.

But not only did he pretend not to notice, he even had the audacity to ask Remington to check on his daughter.

If he’s going to be shameless, why should Lizetta need for propriety?

While nestled in the man’s arms, her hands gripped the man’s necktie.

One hand pulled, the other tightened the knot.

The message was clear: if the “pup” didn’t behave, it was going to end up strangled by its leash. It was up to him to figure it out.

With his large hand gripping Lizetta’s waist, Remington remained leaning. back, his stoic expression lifting slightly to reveal a hint of helplessness as he looked at Kevin.

“Please forgive me. I can barely handle one at home. How about I send Cedric to check on her instead?”

He himself wasn’t going, and sending a secretary in his place, what was that

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about?

Kevin’s expression turned sour as he glared at the two on the couch and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Lizetta’s heart was pounding. She felt a bit dazed.

Did she really make Remington stay this time? He didn’t leave her behind. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

She realized she had misunderstood him about the bracelet; he had prepared it as a birthday gift for her.

If all those were misunderstandings, what about the child in Evelina’s womb?

Remington had never admitted that the child was his, right?

Lizetta’s heartbeat quickened. She looked up, wanting to ask him again, but the man lifted her and plonked her on the couch.

The man stood up, leisurely straightening his tie and shirt, his gaze cold and detached as he looked down at her.

“We need to maintain decorum in front of the elders. This won’t happen again. Rest for a while. I’ll check on the situation and be back in half an hour. Wait

for me.”

The Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family were old friends and had numerous business dealings.

Today’s incident was indeed initially the Dashiell family’s fault, and Remington really didn’t want to make things look bad.

As for Evelina’s child, she hadn’t chosen to have it of her own free will. Absolutely nothing could go wrong with that.

With those words, the man turned and strode out the hospital room door.

Lizetta sat on the couch, feeling cold all over.

After a while, she let out a light laugh.

Laughing at her own forgetfulness and for getting ahead of herself again.

“Liz, don’t be sad. My bro is too much. I’ve got some primo connections; I’ll

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arrange a new boyfriend for you!”

Her icy hand was taken. Joseph, barefoot, squatted in front of her, clutching her hand, his face full of sympathetic anger.

Lizetta felt a warmth in her heart and quickly said.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes? Get back to bed quickly.”

She led him back to the bed and rubbed his feet with her hands, feeling

downcast.

Even Joseph knew how bad it was to leave her at this time, but that man, time and again, did whatever he pleased.

In the end, it was about a lack of love.

Lizetta couldn’t possibly stay obediently in the hospital room waiting for Remington to return. Just after she left, Joseph pulled out his phone.

He opened the class group chat, selected a saved picture of Lizetta performing ballet on stage, and sent it out with a message.

[Seeking a husband for a little fairy, my sister, fair, rich, and beautiful.]

[Gentle, beautiful with a great temper, fluent in four languages and skilled in eight musical instruments, sings like an angel, dances captivatingly.]

[If your family has handsome elder brothers, handsome uncles, handsome. cousins, hurry up and send me their pictures. Deadline tomorrow morning, don’t miss out.]

He was attending Zion City’s best international school, his classmates came from no ordinary families. This chat group was just for the students, and no teachers were present.

He couldn’t believe that with his persuasive power, he couldn’t find Liz a fitting handsome hubby.

Ding–dong, ding–dong.

There they were, the private messages started flooding in, Joseph kicked his legs in excitement.

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Remington pushed the door open and entered the hospital room, and sure enough, Evelina was still lying in the hospital bed, crying her heart out.

Kevin and April were anxiously trying to comfort her at the side. Seeing Remington, they tacitly stepped aside.

“Eve, stop crying, Remington’s here,” Kevin said, relieved.