In the courtyard, Edith''s face was as pale as sheet, watched over by two bodyguards.
Upon seeing Remington emerge, Edith immediately broke free from the bodyguards and rushed
forward, dropping to her knees with a thud. She opened her mouth, hoping to plead for mercy, but
Remington was concerned she might wake Lizetta, who was sleeping upstairs.
With a nce from him, the bodyguard covered Edith''s mouth and dragged her away.
"Mmmph."
Tears and snot streamed down Edith''s face as she was filled with regret and fear. She knew if she
couldn''t seize this opportunity to plead for herself, what awaited her would be severe punishment.
But Remington obviously didn''t give her that chance. Edith watched helplessly as the man got into his
car, which then sped away.
Despair filled Edith''s eyes as the two bodyguards dragged her out of Oakridge Heights.
"Get lost, you traitor," one of the bodyguards sneered.
They didn''t do anything to her, yet Edith felt even more terrified. She got up from the ground, "Mr.
Dashiell is really letting me go?"
The bodyguard turned back with a coldugh, "You better go home and see for yourself."
Edith had meddled with Remington''s wife and baby, and in fairness, Remington retaliated against
Edith''s husband and son.
Initially, Edith was bribed to betray her employer and let Evelina into Oakridge Heights because her
husband and son had fallen into gambling addiction, owing arge sum of gambling debts. This time,
Remington made them gamble even more, owe even more.
Edith had betrayed her boss; the home she tried to preserve would be probably gone. Having offended
Remington, she could no longer make a living in Zion City.
Edith understood this. As the bodyguards left, she swayed and sat down hard on the ground.
Half an hourter, at Riverbend Abbey.
Remington entered the foyer with a grim face. Hanna, sitting on the couch with a sour expression,
stood up.
Beside her were two stoic bodyguards, both Ray''s men. Highly skilled and stubborn, they only took
orders from Remington.
They ignored Hanna''smands, having brought her back from the hospital and watched over her
closely, which had been driving Hanna mad.
As Hanna saw Remington walk in, her anger surged. She grabbed the ashtray from the table and
hurled it at him.
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"Remington!"
With a bang, the ashtray missed as Remington stepped aside, and it crashed into a vase behind him,
sending porcin shards scattering across the floor. That vase was a treasure Hanna had won at an
auction, and she immediately felt a twinge of loss.
"What exactly are you doing! I am your mother, Lizetta''s mother-inw. I just wanted her to have a
simple amniocentesis test. What''s the big deal? Why treat me like this, as if I''m some sort of criminal
under surveince?"
Hanna was incredulous that Remington would make such a fuss over this, treating his own mother this
way.
She questioned furiously, while Remington stood there, his expression impassive, his voice calm, "I''m
here to inform you that from today onwards, these two will apany you at all times to ensure your
safety, until my wife safely delivers our child."
What he called ensuring her safety was essentially keeping a close watch on her, restricting her
freedom, monitoring her every move.
Hanna couldn''t believe what she was hearing, her vision darkening with rage. But Remington showed
no intention of discussing it further. He turned to leave as soon as he had spoken.
In a fury, Hanna skirted the coffee table and caught up to him, "You ungrateful son! Taking advantage of
your father''s absence to treat me with such disrespect? Stop right there!"
However, Remington didn''t stop, his cold demeanor unchanging. Hanna dashed forward, stopping
Remington.
Seeing he was serious, Hanna started to panic, her expression shifting as her eyes reddened with a
sorrowful plea.