Lizetta whipped her head around and saw two rows of security in ck swiftly part the rubberneckers.


    A tall and imposing man strode over briskly, his sharp gaze piercing through. Lizetta, who was standing


    off to the side, like an arrow.


    Before Lizetta could even gather her wits, Remington’s towering figure had breezed past her like a


    whirlwind, heading straight for the counter.


    “Joseph!”


    His voice was deep and icy cold. Joseph, who was startled by his arrival, dropped the hammer he was


    holding and was about to dive under the chair.


    Remington took two quick steps forward, grabbed the boy by the back of his cor, and hoisted the now


    tall and skinny kid up.


    “Remi! I’m sorry! Ugh, I can’t breathe! Liz, save me!”


    Joseph was iling, his tiptoes nowhere near the ground, crying out for mercy. When Lizetta saw


    Joseph getting the short end of the stick, she rushed over, wrapped her arms around Joseph, and


    confronted Remington.


    “Remi, Joseph’s still sick! Let go of him! He’s already said he’s sorry!”


    While she spoke, she tried to pry Remington’s hand off Joseph’s cor with one hand, but the man’s


    grip was surprisingly strong, his palm and fingers. like iron bars, and Lizetta couldn’t budge it.


    Joseph’s neck and face were turning red, his eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Lizetta for


    help.


    I mean, even if the kid wasn’t sticking up for her, Lizetta wouldn’t stand for anyone messing with her


    little brother, not even Remington.


    In a panic, Lizetta grabbed Remington’s hand and bit down hard on the man’s wrist. She was really


    putting her back into it because she was steamed..


    Just because Evelina got a little roughed up, Remington got all fired up and protective? He didn’t even


    think twice aboutying a hand on sick Joseph!


    She was fuming and heartbroken, wishing she could take a chunk out of Remington, tasting the


    metallic tang of blood almost instantly.


    Finally, Remington let go, and Lizetta, stumbling, managed to steady Joseph. When she looked up


    again, Evelina was already in Remington’s arms, crying her eyes out.


    She clung to him, her pale face showing off a huge bruise on her arm.


    *Joseph, it hurts so bad. I’m scared. Boo–hoo. I think my hand’s broken. What if I can’t ever y the


    violin again? It really hurts so much.”


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    She was on the verge of copse, and Remington, with a slight furrow in his brows and a chill in his


    deep eyes, wrapped an arm around Evelina’s shoulder, his icy gaze fixed on Lizetta and Joseph


    leaning on her.


    “What a fine mess you two have made!”


    Watching this unfold, Lizetta felt like her blood had turned to ice. She was his wife, but there he went,


    naturally siding with his mistress.


    The two of them, her and Joseph, didn’t even weigh as much as one Evelina in his eyes. Lizetta felt


    humiliated, tugged at her lip, but before she could say anything, Joseph, leaning on her, slid to the


    ground, eyes shut.


    “Joseph!”


    Lizetta shrieked, copsing to the ground with him in her arms. She frantically caressed Joseph’s face,


    “Joseph? What’s wrong with you?”


    Joseph’s face was red and sweaty, and Lizetta, thinking of his illness, was filled with worry and panic.


    Seeing that calling his name was useless, she instinctively looked to Remington for help. But


    Remington just stood there emotionless, picking up the sobbing Evelina.


    The world went dark for Lizetta, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her eyes. bloodshot as she stared


    at Remington’s retreating figure.


    “She’s fine, but Joseph’s passed out. Can’t you see who needs saving?”


    Her voice trembled, and she shook slightly.


    Remington looked down at her, his expression cold and unfeeling, “He should face the consequences


    for his actions. Who taught him to be so arrogant and violent at such a young age?!”


    Lizetta felt like Remington was scolding her – everyone knew Joseph clung to his sister Lizetta, who


    raised him. She was both his sister and sister–inw.


    Was Remington implying she was the one who egged Joseph on? Lizetta was disappointed to the


    core, her expression calming down, and she cracked a smile, “I taught him! You got a problem with


    that? Come at me!”