Remington hit the road, and before he knew it, he was cruising into Oakridge Heights.


    Oakridge Heights was pitch ck, not a single light on. He kinda regretteding back here, but since


    he was already here, he got out of the car and walked into the foyer.


    After getting hitched, he didn’te back here that often, but whenever he did, the ce was always lit


    up like a Christmas tree, with a cheery littledy rushing to greet him, fussing over whether he was


    hungry or cold.


    Back in the day, he thought he wasn’t cut out for that kind of doting wife waiting for him at home, but


    now he realized, he didn’t get used to this destion.


    It was so cold it chilled him to the bone.


    “Mr. Dashiell? I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d being home tonight.”


    The lights flickered on with a click. It was Edith who had heard the car and scurried over from the guest


    house.


    Edith was kinda puzzled why he was stumbling around in the dark, and she tentatively asked, “Have


    you had dinner? Shall I whip something up?”


    The man climbed the spiral staircase without looking back, leaving just a few words behind, “No need,


    go get


    some rest.”


    Remington pushed open the master bedroom door; the room was tidy, no different from usual. Except


    for the absence of that graceful figure, it felt hollow. His gaze swept around, finallynding on the


    vanity.


    On the rosewood surfacey two pieces of jewelry, resting silently. Besides the earrings, there was also


    a wedding ring. Sparkling and splendid, yet unadmired.


    Remington let out a coldugh and muttered under his breath, “Easy to win her over? My foot.”


    He couldn’t win her over, and instead got pped by her. Now he truly believed that woman was dead


    set on getting a divorce!


    Just then, Remington’s phone buzzed. It was Cedric calling, “Boss, Joseph’s condition has taken a turn


    for the worse. The medical team is all here. You shoulde and talk to them for the details.”


    After rushing to the hospital and talking with the medical team until past midnight, the man stood alone


    by the window, his expression heavy. He hadn’t expected his brother’s illness to be so stubborn, and


    the doctor’s words weighed heavily on him.


    He probably got it wrong about the condoms and Lizetta. Thinking of the woman who had stormed out,


    Remington pinched the bridge of his nose.


    In the dead of night, Lizetta was half–asleep when her phone kept buzzing. She rolled over, grabbed


    her phone. and saw that Remington had sent her a photo.


    In the picture, a man’s strong, attractive fingers were ying with a pair of diamond earrings. The


    earrings and the wedding ring on his finger were reflecting each other in a weirdly intimate way.


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    [I’ll hold onto these for you.]


    [Let me know when you’reing back; I’ll pick you up.]


    Lizetta stared at the screen, a bit taken aback. She thought Remington would be furious after the p,


    or at least he wouldn’t bother with her anymore.


    She let out a cynical snort. Back when she used to wait for him day and night at Oakridge Heights, he


    hardly ever came back. Now that she was gone, he suddenly decided to return.


    Couldn’t sleep without her? Who was he trying to fool?


    Just then, news about Remington returning from the airport with Evelina popped up again. Evelina


    wasn’t a big


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    star, and the fact that the gossip was still hopping around after all this time meant someone must’ve


    paid to keep it hot.


    But it also meant Remington was ying along, right? Feeling stuffy inside, Lizetta chucked her phone


    back on the nightstand, rolled over, and pulled the covers over her head, trying to get back to sleep.


    The next day.


    After wrapping up her morning tutoring session, Lizetta headed back to her modest apartment, whipped


    up at few dishes, and then went to see Joseph.


    She had the servants feed Joseph, while she sought out his doctor.


    Fiona was in poor health, and probably kept in the dark to avoid a shock. The doctors were tight–lipped


    about Joseph’s condition, only hinting at amon cold.


    Lizetta took the initiative to bring about what she knew, and only then did the doctor reveal the severity


    of the situation.


    Exiting the doctor’s office, she bumped into Hanna, who hade over. It was rare for Hanna to


    acknowledge Lizetta with a nod, but she did, instructing her, “Come sit with me at the café across the


    street.”


    Lizetta followed her to the coffee shop, and they sat down facing each other. Hanna got straight to the


    point.