Shirley’s words left Lizetta so gobsmacked that her reaction was dyed by a split second, just long


    enough for Shirley’s hands to nearly throttle her.


    Out of the blue, Remington swooped in from behind, grabbed Shirley’s hands, and chucked her away.


    “Locked up for a full day and night and still no clue what you did wrong?”


    Remington pulled Lizetta close, giving Shirley an icy stare as shey crumpled on the floor.


    Shirley hadn’t realized Remington was in the mix. After shing with Lizetta at the café, Cedric had


    hauled her off here with bodyguards to keep watch.


    They’d kept her cooped up for over 24 hours without so much as a drop of water.


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    Now, Shirley was pale as a ghost, looking all worn out, her lips cracked and peeling from dryness.


    No wonder she was spitting mad the second sheid eyes on Lizetta.


    But with Remington’s gaze on her, fear crept back in, and tears started to fall.


    “Remi, Lizetta’s already kicked you to the curb, and I’m your blood cousin, for crying out loud. How can


    you be so blind, taking her side like that? My parents and my brother are in the dark about me being


    locked up on the down–low. If they get wind of this, they’ll surely stir up a storm with Grandma and


    Uncle to get me some justice.


    “Done wrong and still got the nerve to pull rank with Grandma and Uncle? Shirley, I’m thinking maybe


    you’re itching for a few more days in the mmer.”


    Remington’s voice was dripping with disdain as he wrapped his arm around Lizetta, ready to walk


    away.


    Shirley was in panic mode now, well aware that in the Dashiell family.not even her parents ying


    second fiddle, let alone Fiona and Nathan, couldy a finger on Remington.


    She was desperate not to be locked up again; she was practically starving.


    Scrambling up from the floor, Shirley rushed forward, crying, “Remi, what do you want. from me? If I


    have to apologize to Lizetta, I’ll do it, just say the word, please, I’m sorry.”


    But Lizetta hadn’t expected Remington to bring her here to get an apology from Shirley.


    Nor had she anticipated Shirley being locked up by Remington.


    Recalling the insults flung at her in the café, Lizetta spoke up calmly.


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    “Don’t bother! I don’t need an apology, and I’m not in the forgiving mood. Apologies are easy, and Ms.


    Shirley, you’ve yed this tune before.”


    What’s the point, really? Just the other day, Shirley was strong–armed by Fiona into making amends


    with her at the family estate.


    And what did it amount to? The very next moment, she was there at the café, cussing Lizetta out in


    front of a crowd with the foulestnguage.


    Hearing Lizetta’s response, Shirley thought she was ying it cool.


    She faced Remington, all bold and brash, “Remi, you heard her, right? She doesn’t want my apology.


    I’m truly remorseful. Since that’s settled, I’ll be on my way.”


    Thinking the ordeal was over, she made a beeline for the door, worried any dy might mean she


    wouldn’t get out.


    But the bodyguard at the door pushed her back inside.


    Shirley’s face went white as a sheet again, tears streaming down.


    “Remi, what do you really want from me?”


    Remington didn’t even look at her, just cast his eyes down to Lizetta and asked, “You sure you don’t


    want an apology?”


    Lizetta let out a self–deprecatingugh, “What good would apologies do with someone like Shirley?


    They’re utterly meaningless, only embolden her, and leave her holding a grudge, waiting tosh out


    even worse next time.”


    Remington’s expression turned frostier at Lizetta’s words. He shot a nce at Shirley.


    “Apologies time and again? Shirley, seems like you’ve been up to more than I knew about.”


    Shirley trembled, her face turning ghostly pale, wishing she could tear Lizetta’s mouth for speaking.


    Then it hit her. Lizetta wasn’t being kind by refusing the apology. It was a tactical retreat, and now Remi


    seemed even more peeved.


    Shirley shook her head, a picture of injustice.


    “It’s not like that. If Lizetta were a decent sister–inw, if her conduct was clean and she treated Remi


    right, why would I have an issue with her? It’s clear as day she’s been bewitching, scheming for your


    heart, hogging Eve’s rightful ce as your wife, and still stringing Hogan along.”


    “Zip it!” Remington cut her off with a thunderous voice.


    It was rare for him to snap like that, and Shirley immediately shivered, breaking out in a


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    cold sweat.


    The video of Shirley’s tirade against Lizetta at the café had been recorded and sent to Remington by


    Cedric. Having seen the video, Remington had decided to lock Shirley up for some self–reflection.


    Clearly, though, Shirley had missed her chance for a lenient oue.


    Lizetta, frowning, then asked, “I’ve always been on the up and up with Hogan. What’s this about the


    White family proposing marriage, and something about me not being into Hogan four years ago?


    What’s that all about?”