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Fiona was gently stroking Lizetta’s hand, the affection was palpable.
She had to agreed.
How could she not? The scene in the hospital today made it crystal clear to Fiona.
Maybe letting this kid go was the real kindness.
She just hoped her grandson, who was too high and mighty to ever bow down, didn’t end up regretting
this!
“Let’s hit the road, kiddo. I have always believed you didn’t do it, you’re not the kind of person to do
such things. I know what you’re yearning for, to make things right for you, to have Remington tie the
knot with you. You two grew up together, tight as can be. Surely, you’ll have each other’s backs for life.
Remington might be a bit cold, but you’re a tender and meticulous kid. With you by his side, I can rest
easy. Who would have thought…
Ah, I don’t know anymore if the decision back then was the right one.”
Listening, Lizetta’s eyes were brimming with a bitter sweetness, her heart twisted in knots.
Her and Remington, was it a forced bad fate that ended up bearing bitter fruit?
But she never regretted it, because to her, a bad fate was still fate, and the bitter fruit was still fruit.
Only after tasting it herself did she know the vor, enough to savor it for a lifetime.
Besides, it wasn’t like she walked away empty–handed; he gave her a baby.
It was just too bad that Fiona has been longing to cuddle a great–grandson, and now she couldn’t even
break the news to her
Feeling guilty, Lizetta said, “Grandma, please don’t talk like that. I’ve always been grateful to you, thank
you.”
“Alright, you’ve put up with a lot these past few years. I’m getting old, can’t protect you anymore. Fly
away, fly high, I believe you will find
your own sky and ocean. And if you get tired, remember, no matter when, this will always be your
home, and I will always wee you
back, got it?”
Fiona was caressing Lizetta’s hair, and Lizetta was fighting back tears, but they still dampened Fiona’s
sweater, drop by drop.
Lizetta nodded vigorously, recalling how she came to Fiona’s side when she was eight and how Fiona
gave her a home.
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How Fiona protected and loved her, treating her like her own granddaughter.
And now that Fiona was getting on in years, it was time for her to be filial, but instead, she had worried
Fiona sick, and leaving the
country meant she couldn’t be the apple of her eye, leaving Fiona with more worries, making Lizetta’s
heart heavy with guilt.
“You’ve got to follow the doctor’s orders, no more hiding your meds, and no sneaking snacks at
midnight. Follow the doctor’s advice,
okay?”
“Alright, alright.”
“Take good care of yourself. You’ve got to live a long life and see me make it to the biggest
international stages.”
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“Of course, I’m going to be the grandma of world–ss dancer Lizetta, the envy of grandmas
worldwide.”
“Shall we pinky promise?”
Lizetta made a pinky promise with Fiona.
Remington, having applied burn ointment after his shower and changed clothes, caught a glimpse of
this scene through the crack in
the door.
Not wanting to intrude, he closed the door carefully and headed downstairs.
Cedric was already waiting and approached as he saw him, “Boss, Ms. Hawthorne is kicking up a fuss
wanting to see you.”
Evelina was wheeled out of the operating room half an hour after her amniocentesis, a procedure that
didn’t require anesthesia. Seeing nobody waiting for her, she started causing a scene.
Remington nodded, “Let’s roll.”
Cedric nced in the rearview mirror and, sure enough, spotted an inconspicuous ck car trailing
behind them.
Frowning. Cedric said, “Mr. Dashiell, maybe we should have Ray beef up the security. That woman has
been tailing us for days. She’s out
for revenge, and I’m worried.”
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to see Remington and, with a flicker in her hollow eyes, propped herself up to sit.
idn’t cry or make a fuss, she was unusually quiet and docile, even timid.
Joshvell, please take a seat
Remington had no intention of sitting Hands in his pockets, he stepped up to the bedside. No need, I
just say a few words and then
Evelina hodded, her fingers twined together nervously.
Remington’s icy gaze met Evelina’s, “You know why I wanted that paternity test. Take a look.”
He pulled out his phone and tossed it in front of Evelina.
Holding on to a sliver of hope, Evelina wished it wasn’t what she feared most.
Her fingers trembled as she tapped open the video. The shaky footage and the intimate sounds of a
man and a woman filled the air.
Even prepared, Evelina’s face went white with shame and she quickly deleted the video, tossing the
phone aside.
Her body shook. Of course, it was Lizetta, that bitch, who’d bumped into her in the garden.
Damn her for recording such a thing and showing it to Remington.
Evelina bit her lip hard, filled with hatred and humiliation.
But she knew all too well that showing herself like this to Remington meant her image was trashed,
tainted beyond redemption, no more chances or possibilities.
She no longer harbored hopes of bing Mrs. Dashiell.
it didn’t matter if she couldn’t be Mrs. Dashiell, as long as Lizetta couldn’t have it either.
What Evelina couldn’t have, Lizetta could forget about too!
And she had made sure of that.
When Evelina thought of this, her tears of remorse began to fall.
“H just gave in to temptation because I was so lonely. I swear, he and I only started recently.”
Before she could finish, Remington interrupted with a frown.
“You don’t need to exin this to me. I only care whether the child you’re carrying is what I want. If you
dare lie to me, you know what’sing
Of course, Evelina knew Remington only cared about the child, not her as a person, let alone her love
life.
Burning with jealousy and rage, she didn’t dare show it. Instead, she reached out a shaky hand,
swearing to the heavens.
“How could I ever lie to you? The child is fine. Mr. Dashiell, you’ve already had me go through
amniocentesis for the paternity test, right? The results should be out soon, and if I were really deceiving
you, I wouldn’t dare stay here.”
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Remington’s expression softened slightly as he asked. “How’s the child?*
Evelina showed a gentle smile, looking down and caressing her belly, softly saying, “The doctor says
the baby is healthy, has developed limbs, and is moving inside me. The doctor also said as long as I
eat well and stay rxed, the baby will definitely grow healthily and
be bom.”
Remington’s sharp gaze warmed a bit
Seeing a glimmer of hope. Evelina rose from the bed on her knees, pleading, “I know I’ve done some
irrational things recently. I realize my mistakes, and I’ll definitely correct them. As for Liz, Mr. Dashiell, if
you want me to exin to her, I’m ready to cooperate anytime.”