Evelina looked all woebegone as she stepped forward.
Liz, are you still ticked off about what happenedst time? I’m sorry, okay? It was my pregnancy
messing with my appetite, and me being all weak and hypoglycemic that made me fall and Remi
thought you pushed me. He’s just super protective of the baby. Liz, I’m seriously saying sorry here. Can
you forgive me?”
She was skinny as a rail, with a in face and features that weren’t anything to write home about
individually, but together, they kinda worked–in a lost–littlemb sorta way, especially with that pure,
innocent look stered on her face.
Right then, she was the picture of sincerity, which made it hard for anyone to give her a hard time. But
Lizetta? She saw right through it, seeing nothing but bad news.
She couldn’t stand Evelina pulling that act, as she still remembered their first meeting clear as day.
Evelina had been led into the Hawthorne family’s living room by ra, where she had gone straight for
Lizetta with a hug, then quickly let go, all jittery, apologizing.
“Liz, I’m so sorry, did I get your dress dirty? I swear it wasn’t on purpose.”
Before Lizetta even got a grip on what was going on, ra, all heartache and worry, scooped Evelina
up and red at her.
“Mommy, who’s this?”
Little Lizetta didn’t get why her mom was cuddling some other kid, and just asked, but Evelina freaked
out like a startled deer.
“Does Liz not like me? I’m sorry, I’ll just go.”
ra had whisked Evelina away, and turned sharply to Lizetta: “Don’t call me mom anymore, I’m not
your mother!”
Years had passed, and Evelina hadn’t changed a bit.
Lizetta quirked a lip, “Fine, take a bow then.”
Evelina was stunned, and Lizetta was dripping with sarcasm.
“You’re the one making a big show of apologizing. I’d be letting you down if I didn’t let you take a bow
to match your earnestness.”
As if Evelina would go for that.
With tears brimming, she turned with a pleading look to Remington.
Lizetta followed her gaze, and her clear eyesnded on Remington.
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There he was, with that deep, unfathomable look. Lizetta was wearing a daffodil–yellow dress that day,
with her hair casually clipped up, and a couple of strands falling softly beside her face, making her skin
look even more charming.
As she sat next to Hogan, her dress swayed and brushed against his sult pants, and she looked every
bit the docile wife.
This woman, who had bolted from home for eight days, not to mention hopping on some random
dude’s motorcycle that night, was now delivering love–packed lunches to another
man.
Remington noticed a dish of sweet and sour crispy eggnt in the lunch box–a dish that’s simple, but a
real hassle to make. She really went all out.
His already icy demeanor seemed to drop a few more degrees.
“That day was my misunderstanding, and it had nothing to do with Evelina! Since you pped her,
you’ve blew off some steam; don’t be someone who can’t let things go.”
Lizetta’s heart squeezed. She didn’t know what she was expecting; why would she think Remington
gotta be any different from ra back then.
Pfft.
Before Lizetta could respond, Hogan stood up and spoke.
“Mr. Dashiell, you’ve got it wrong. If someone without a leg to stand on still tries to argue their case,
why should someone in the right have to let it slide?”
Their gazes shed across the room, almost like a standoff with des drawn.
Remington’s thin lips quirked slightly, “Dr. White, that ain’t right either. What matters between spouses
isn’t about being right or wrong; it’s about caring for each other. Liz,e here.”
He turned his gaze to Lizetta and beckoned her with his hand.
Staring at his outstretched palm, Lizetta felt her heart was being squeezed.
He said what mattered was caring for each other, but did he even care about her?
If he did, what was Evelina to him?
But his words and look were so damn misleading, making Lizetta’s head spin and tempting her to reach
out and take his hand.
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But before Lizetta could react, Evelina had butted in between her and Remington, all frantic.
“Remi, Dr. White, please, no more fighting. I’ll bow and apologize to Liz.”
Evelina bent over to bow, and that’s when a shrill and vicious shout cut through the air.
“Hogan, you heartless quack! You let my son die, you owe me his life!”
With that scream, a middle–aged man in a long–sleeved ck shirt yanked a knife from his clothes and
started waving it around like a maniac.
Lizetta, with her back to themotion, instinctively turned around, only to see a sh of steel heading
straight for her face.
“Ah! Remi! Save me!”
In the chaos, she heard Evelina’s scream. Remington must have gone to save her.
Lizetta’s heart sank; her body tensed up, and her mind went nk. She barely had time to close her
eyes, almost resigned to waiting for the knife to strike.
But the anticipated pain never came.