“Mr. Remington is finally back on the market, isn’t it, Mrs. Dashiell? My folks have a daughter who’s


    about to graduate from an hy League school and retum home. Maybe she could join you for a cup of


    coffee.”


    “Let’s not rush into anything”


    Hanna’s voice chimed in casually, while Remington’s face was as unreadable as still water. He strode


    towards the drawing room.


    “How can we not be in a hurry? Mr. Remington is pushing thirty, and your former daughter–inw


    hasn’t given you any grandkids in two years. Ouchr


    In the parlor, threedies were arranging flowers with Hanna. Mrs Frost was the one speaking.


    She hadn’t finished her sentence when she inadvertently looked up and saw Remington at the door.


    The man wore a ck mask, his expression hidden, which only made him look more stem and


    intimidating.


    Mrs. Frost got such a scare, she pricked her finger on a rose thom, drawing blood.


    She tumed pale and gave an awkward smile.


    “Mr. Remington.”


    Hanna turned her head, equally surprised to see Remington. She quickly put down the hydrangea she


    was holding, stood up, and greeted him with a smile.


    “Remington, what brings you back? Mom was just chatting with friends about your marriage. They’re all


    very concerned about you.”


    Hanna was cut off mid–sentence by Remington.


    His gaze was sharp as ice, not moving from Mrs. Frost, as he spoke coolly.


    “So, the Frost family breeds their offspring byying eggs? Mrs. Frost, no wonder you and your


    husband have a brood of eighteen. I just wonder how many of those eggs you actuallyid yourself.”


    Mrs. Frost’s husband was notorious for his phndering ways, fathering illegitimate children left and


    right, yet Mrs. Frost herself only had one daughter.


    Remington’s words hit Mrs. Frost like a dagger to the lung. Her face alternated between shades of red


    and white.


    en? What el


    She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word against Remington’s icy stare.


    Justst month, her husband was known to have thirteen bastards, and now eighteen? else was he


    hiding from her?


    With that thought, Mrs. Frost grabbed her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to


    get to the bottom of this..


    Remington’s gaze then swept over the other twodies.


    “Hry, my wife might not be up to snuff, but she sure beats raising someone else’s grandkid


    unknowingly, doesn’t she?”


    Hry’s grandson had been revealedst year not to be her son’s child at all. This scandal was


    supposed to be tightly under wraps, and the kid had been shipped abroad.


    How did Remington know?


    Hry’s face turned sour, but before she could say anything, Remington’s gaze had already moved on


    to Tracy


    Tracy shivered, quickly mustering a nervous chuckle, and said apologetically, “Mr. Remington, I


    misspoke, I’m so leave now.”


    She grabbed her bag and scurried out with her head down.


    Seeing this, Hry quickly followed suit.


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    In less than a minute, the parlor was left with only Hanna, her face a mask of rigid shock.


    Hanna clutched her chest, her vision darkening, ring at Remington.


    These were all my guests! Remington, did youe back just to drive me to an early grave?”


    Remington made her embarrassed, making her wonder how she would face the social circle from now


    on.


    But Remington’s eyes were cold as he looked at the deeply embarrassed Hanna.


    “Did you ever leave me any dignity?“,


    “How haven’t ……..”


    Hanna’s angry retort was silenced by Remington’s icy interjection.


    →taking my


    “Remember, husband and wife are one and the same! Not only did you leave me without dignity, but


    you’ve trampled the Dashiell


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    family’s reputation through the ma


    His waice was heavy, as words biting


    Under lus finca demuanne, Hanna fall angry, hurt, and a twinge of quilt


    Che couldn’t helteve that even after his divorce from Lizetta, Remington would still defend her to such


    lengthst


    She argued back, “You and Lizetle are divorced, aren’t you? So what if I and my friends talk about her?


    Which word wasn’t true? Does it justify you making such a scene and driving my gurls away?”


    Seeing she still dude’t realize her fadt, femington could only imagine how she must huve treated Lizetta


    these past two years.