Evelina mbered off the couch, green with envy, and took a few swings at it with her nched fists.


    Lizetta had rolled up in Ynda’s second–hand Chevy, and when Remington dashed out of the vi, all


    he caught was the tall lights cutting a swath through the yard as the car sped off.


    He was sweating buckets from the fever, and a shiver ran through him as the cold wind hit.


    “Boss! What the heck’s going on? Let me help you inside.”


    Cedric came running over; his car was parked in the shadows outside the vi. Seeing Lizetta arrive,


    he was put at ease.


    He set an rm to remind him in an hour – if Lizetta was still there by then, he could call it a night with


    mission aplished.


    But who would’ve thought, just by snoozing a bit, it seemed like he missed the main event? Seeing the


    boss, in pajamas, one slipper missing and a thunderous look on his face, Cedric was shook.


    He’d been with Remington for eight years and had never seen him in such a sorry state. Cedric used to


    think that if the sky fell, Mr. Dashiell would hold it up with his mouth, never losing his cool.


    Remington’s eyes were icy as he red at Cedric, “How did Evelina get here?”


    “Uh? Ms. Hawthorne came?” Before Cedric could finish, he was sliced by Remington’s re. A cold


    sweat broke out on his forehead, “I’ve been negligent.”


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    Remington shrugged off Cedric’s helping hand and turned to go inside, slipping on his missing shoe


    with a poker face a few steps away, his silhouette stern as he entered the vi and instructed Cedric.


    “Call an ambnce; get her out of here.”


    Back in the bedroom, Evelina was still pale and listless on the couch. Upon seeing Remington enter


    without Lizetta behind him, Evelina breathed a sigh of relief, her voiceced with concern.


    “Remington, did you exin everything to her? Do I need to help with anything?”


    Her unfinished words faded under his icy stare, and she felt a knot in her stomach. Remington’s


    handsome face was back to its usual calm and cool, hardly betraying any emotion.


    “No need!” He cut Evelina off sharply; this mess was only getting messier.


    Rubbing his throbbing temples, he asked, “Who let you in, and how did you get here?”


    No one sent me. Remington, you got hurt because of me. I was worried and wanted to check on you.


    The door was open when I got here. I’m sorry, Remington. I had no idea Lizetta was here. If I had


    known, I definitely wouldn’t havee! I’ll call her right now and exin everything.”


    Evelina reached for her phone, but in doing so, she revealed more of the scratch marks on her arms


    and under her clothes – a shocking array of blues and purples.


    Her face twisted in pain, her hands trembling as she searched for her phone.


    She looked pitiful. Still, Remington didn’t want any trouble for the kid she was carrying, so he softened


    his voice and said firmly, “Don’t bother! And the injury on my arm wasn’t from defending you. Don’t


    come here again; it’s not some ce you cane to!”


    Evelina’s face turned even paler, wounded as she looked at Remington, who detachedly averted his


    gaze and ordered, “Cedric, help Ms. Hawthorne downstairs to wait for the ambnce; don’t let anything


    happen to the kid in her belly.”


    Cedric hurried over, not minding Evelina’s reaction, and dragged her off the couch and out. Remington


    picked up his phone and headed to the study. When he called Lizetta, she had already driven two


    streets away, not wanting to pick up.


    But Remington kept calling, relentless. Lizetta swiped to answer, not letting Remington get a word in,


    she said with a sneer, “Remington, when the hell are you going to sign the divorce papers? I can’t wait


    another day! This clingy, dragging–it–out act isn’t like you. If it weren’t for Evelina jumping around in


    front of me all the time, I’d think you were head over heels for me.”


    Silence reigned on the other end of the phone. If it weren’t for the sound like knuckles cracking, Lizetta


    would’ve thought the line had cut off..


    “You’re that eager to get divorced?”


    Just as Lizetta was about to hang up, not being able to stand the silence any longer, Remington’s voice


    finally came, dark and sinister.


    “Yes! We didn’t get married for love in the first ce. Isn’t it better to just split cleanly now and each go


    our own way?”


    Lizetta didn’t hesitate with her answer; she had already made up her mind before, especially now with


    Evelina in the picture.


    With the other woman showing up at her doorstep, if she didn’t get a divorce, was she waiting to be


    kicked out by these two?


    “Go our own way? Hmph.”


    After a pause, Remington replied through gritted teeth. Just as Lizetta thought he was still angry and


    unwilling to agree, his voice returned to calm; he coolly said, “Fine, as you wish. Tomorrow at nine, see


    you at City Hall.”