Lizetta’s voice through the phone wasced with a chill that was palpable even across the digital


    divide.


    Remington paused, slightly taken aback. “You’ve got it all wrong. I just wanted to rify things”


    Lizetta wasn’t surprised that Hanna had gone running to Remington, probably exaggerating the story


    for effect.


    She didn’t bother exining hersell.


    Her voice was cool, detached. “No need to ask me. Whatever your mom says goes.”


    Remington’s brows knitted together. Lizetta, don’t be like this.”


    A stifledugh escaped Lizetta. “You’re mistaken. A woman throws a fit because she wants to be


    coddled. Is throwing a fit with you ever productive? Besides, only those who fear losing each other fuss


    and fight.”


    If she was ready to walk away, there’d be no tantrums.


    Just a heart gone cold.


    Lizetta was about to end the call when another woman’s voice came through.


    “Remington, did you skip breakfast toe to the hospital? I asked the housekeeper to pack


    something up for you from the hospital cafeteria. It’s not much, but it should tide you over”


    Lizetta recognized the voice, even over the phone.


    Truth be told, it was a pleasant, unpretentious voice.


    It was Ste.


    No wonder Remington had rushed out so early, eager to see his childhood friend.


    Perhapsst night’ste return wasn’t due to overtime at the office after all.


    With a self–deprecating smile, Lizetta didn’t hesitate to end the call,


    In the hospital corridor.


    Remington, phone still in hand, furrowed his brows.


    He couldn’t quite grasp the meaning behind Lizetta’s words, but he sensed something was off about


    her demeanor towards him.


    He turned, signaling the woman behind him to keep quiet, and pressed on.


    “What do you mean by Tosing each other?”


    But the line had already gone dead.


    His concem deepened, confirming his suspicion that Lizetta was indeed upset with him.


    He tried calling back, only to be sent straight to voicemail.


    Thinking back on Hanna’s words about Lizetta storming out of the family home in a huff, he reached


    out to Cedric with a task.


    “Find out where my wife went.”


    After hanging up, he finally turned around,


    “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were on a call. I hope I didn’t interrupt the woman apologized.


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    Remington’s voice softened, “It was my wife.”


    The woman nodded, understanding, Suddenly, Remington asked, “Do pregnant women often get


    moody?”


    “Ah?” The woman looked surprised.


    Clearly, she hadn’t expected such a question from him


    “Just this morning, my wife was fine. But during our call, she got really angry, and now she’s not


    answering my calls at all.”


    The woman paused, thenughed unexpectedly


    “What’s so funny?” Remington’s brows furrowed.


    Embarrassed, the woman quickly waved it off. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect someone like you to worry


    about these things.”


    Remington raised an eyebrow. “And why shouldn’t 17”


    The woman nodded, smiling. “You’re right. It was narrow–minded of me. Hormonal changes during


    pregnancy can indeed make emotions run wild, which is why they need extra care and attention.”


    They continued their conversation on the way to the ward.


    09:30


    At the ward’s entrance, Martin emerged, all smiles, alongside the doctorn.


    After the doctors left, Martin pped Remington on the shoulder “Thanks, Remington. The doctor said


    Barbara’s spirits have been lifted, and her condition has improved. She does look much better today.


    You and Ste should go in and see her”


    From a distance, someone was taking several photos of them with their phone


    It was half an hourter when Rensington emerged from the ward


    By then, Cedric was already waiting outside.


    As Remington walked towards the elevator, he inquired, “Did you find her?”