Remington hadn’t expected to be pushed away by Lizetta, who, it seemed, had taken Hogan’s side in


    this quiet drama unfolding in the heart of their small town.


    As Remington stood there, a chill seemed to envelop him, his gaze fixed on Lizetta, lips pressed into a


    thin line.


    Lizetta, under the intensity of his stare, felt a mix of irritation and sadness, as if someone had sprinkled


    salt on an open wound, the pain gnawing at her from the inside.


    For a moment, she nearly gave in, almost ready to apologize without pride.


    But she clenched her fists, holding back.


    Seeing her stubbornness, Remington’s eyes gradually cooled, his emotions settling into a quiet


    resignation as he let out a scoff, “Impressive, really,” he said, before turning and walking away, leaving


    Lizetta standing alone.


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    Watching him go, Lizetta felt a sting in her eyes, a wave of emotions welling up inside her.


    “Liz, I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you,” Hogan said, his brow furrowed in regret as he watched


    Remington’s retreating figure.


    Lizetta bent down to pick up Hogan’s jacket from the ground, dusting it off and handing it back to him.


    “Hogan, I’m sorry. Let me apologize on behalf of my husband,” she said, the distance in her voice


    marking the boundaries of their rtionship clear.


    Hogan, epting the jacket, couldn’t help but notice the subtlety in her words. A smile touched his lips,


    despite the sadness in his heart.


    “I’m not that fragile. A punch is nothing, especially since Mr. Dashiell didn’t go all out. He was probably


    just jealous.”


    Jealous? Lizetta doubted it.


    To her, it seemed more like a possessive streak in him.


    If he was truly jealous, would he have left her and Hogan alone?


    She managed a bitter smile, changing the subject. “Hogan, what brings you here?”


    “I was checking on a former patient. The new doctor isn’t quite familiar with the case history, so I


    thought I’d help out,” Hogan exined, his dedication clear.


    Lizetta knew Hogan was a responsible doctor; after all, he had been her brother’s primary physician.


    “So, you’ve decided to stay? What about your ns to study abroad?” Hogan looked at her, suddenly


    serious.


    “I love him, and now with Joy, I want to give it another try,” Lizetta confessed, her love for Remington


    clear in her eyes.


    Hogan wasn’t surprised. Letting go of love was never easy. He knew too well how hard it was to give


    up on someone, especially when it came to Lizetta and Remington.


    Despite the bitterness in his heart, Hogan nodded. “I wish you both the best, but you should think


    carefully about your studies. A woman trapped in marriage will slowly fade.”


    Moreover, it was not easy to be the wife of a man like Remington.


    Lizetta was a jewel, and Hogan wanted her to shine, not to be easily buried in a golden cage made by


    her husband.


    Lizetta smiled, her determination shining through. “Don’t worry, Hogan. I fought hard for the chance to


    study abroad. I haven’t given up.”


    Reassured by her conviction, Hogan smiled, letting the subject drop. After bidding farewell, Lizetta


    headed towards Remington’s room, her steps halting as she rounded a corner.


    There stood a tall figure by the window, a cigarette between his fingers. As he took a drag, the dim light


    cast shadows over his handsome face, making him seem both aloof and somehow more approachable.


    Was he waiting for her? Lizetta’s heart skipped a beat at the thought.