“Pfft, my cooking? Is that really all there is to 117 Remington said icily.
He never expected that the answer that formented him and kept him from a peaceful sleep would turn
out to be just this.
In the end, it was all just his own wishful thinking.
Lizetta felt awful inside. She had no clue what he was trying to achieve by pressing her for answers.
Was she supposed to tell him that her emotional breakdown and tears were because she loved him,
because she was too attached to
bim?
She didn’t want to be the butt of his jokes once again.
They were on the brink of divorce, what was the point of talking about love now?
It would only make her look more embarrassed, more pitiful andughable.
“Yeah!” Lizetta frowned, clearly showing her impatience.
Remington’s handsome face turned frosty. He wanted to say something more, but the sound of hurried
and disordered footsteps echoed down the hallway
It was Hanna and Nathan, rushing over with two servants in tow.
It was only this morning that the servants realized Joseph wasn’t at home, causing the household to
turn upside down.
Right on cue, Remington’s phone rang with a call concerning Joseph.
Hanna, frantic with worry, stormed over and red at Lizetta as if she were an enemy who had
wronged her child.
“Lizetta, isn’t it enough that you’ve cost me one son! Are you trying to harm Joseph too? In this freezing
weather, don’t you know Joseph can’t handle it? You made him go out in the middle of the night to look
for you, what on earth were you thinking?”
Lizetta took the verbalshing without showing much reaction, her head bowed in silence.
No matter what she said, Hanna would me her for this incident anyway.
And Lizetta did feel a bit guilty, after all, Joseph had indeed sneaked out because of her, and she felt
troubled about the little guy’s state. But Remington slightly furrowed his brows, shifting his stance to
shield Lizetta behind him, and said coldly.
“Do you have any idea why Joseph ran out?”
“How should I know! It must be Lizetta, she-”
Hanna was cut off mid–sentence by Remington, “He ran out after overhearing you and Hry talking
about Liz and my divorce. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”
Hanna’s face soured, “So you’re saying it’s all my fault now?
She was livid, and Nathan spoke up with a stern voice.
“Enough. What’s the use in pointing fingers now? Everyone just quiet down and wait for the doctor’s
assessment.”
He then turned to Remington with a harsh tone, “And you, watch how you speak to your mother!”
Seeing this, Lizetta didn’t want to stay any longer.
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“I need some air,” she murmured softly.
She turned and headed toward the direction of the elevator. Remington turned to follow but was
stopped by Nathan asking about the symptoms Joseph had before being admitted.
By the time Remington looked back, Lizetta’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
Lizetta found herself in the downstairs garden, sitting on a bench, her hand resting on her abdomen.
She wasn’t sure if the baby inside could help in treating Joseph but had already decided.
No matter what, when it was time to give birth abroad, she’d have the doctors secretly do a
compatibility test.
If it was a match, it would be a safeguard.
“Baby, you want to help your uncle too, right? If you can save him, then my baby would be born a real–
life superhero.”
“Liz? What are you doing sitting out here?”
Lizetta was whispering to her belly when she suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away.
She looked up to see Hogan. He wasn’t wearing his white coat, instead a dark grey long coat, giving
him an air of schrly elegance,
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his light gold sses catching the sunlight with a faint shimmer.
It was the first time she had seen him since she heard about the White family’s marriage proposal four
years ago.
She instantly masked the soft smile on her face, stood up, and instinctively stepped to one side of the
bench.
Hogan noticed her bodynguage, and the smile gradually faded.