Barbara''s outburst didn''t catch Lizetta off guard.
That day, when she t-out refused to enter the operating room, Lizetta could see her stubborn streak.
But, she was still taken aback by Barbara''s reaction.
Remington wrapped her in his arms, giving her shoulders a gentle pat before he spoke up, "You''re
overthinking this. Getting this bunch of flowers was my idea. My wife just helped pick them out and
wrapped them up herself, to show we care."
Barbara copsed onto the bed, breathing slightly heavily, her eyes, clouded with age, looked towards
Remington.
"Remington, you''re here to visit today, and you brought her along; what''s the real message you''re
trying to send? Just spit it out."
Remington let go of Lizetta''s hand and stepped forward. He bent down, taking Barbara''s frail hand in
his, the one adorned with his wedding ring.
"Mom, you can feel it yourself, my wedding ring''s always been on my finger, and my wife''s always been
by my side. She''s carrying our child, and we''ve decided to call off the divorce. We''re actually nning
our wedding. Mom, I''m sorry. I can''t keep the promise I made to you before."
Barbara touched the ring on Remington''s finger, her hands trembling non-stop. She looked at
Remington with sadness and disappointment, "Remington, you''re always the one I knew who kept your
word!" Remington, feeling guilty, held Barbara''s hand tighter, "I''m sorry. I can promise you anything
else, but not this. My wife and I love each other; we simply can''t be apart."
As Remington said this and nced back at Lizetta, although she knew his words were mainly for
Barbara, meeting his gaze, and hearing him speak of their love and inability to separate made her heart
race uncontrobly, as if it would leap out of her throat.
His gaze, even for a moment, made her feel like his words were genuine, straight from the heart. Under
his gaze, she blushed slightly.
She sped her hands tightly, gathering all her courage to say clearly, "Mrs. West, I love my husband,
and he respects you like a mother. I believe you wish for his happiness too, and I hope you can bless
us." Barbara seemed utterly disheartened, suddenly releasing Remington''s hand. She turned her head,
reaching out beside her, searching for "Ste".
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Remington nced at Eileen, who hurried forward, taking Barbara''s hand, "Mom, I''m here."
Barbara then clung to Eileen''s arm, tears streaming down her face,menting, "Ste, my poor Ste,
I''m sorry I can''t fulfill myst wish for you before I go. I''m sorry."
Eileen, patting Barbara''s shoulder, persuaded her at Remington''s gesture, "Mom, I know you only want
what''s best for me, but just being back with you and dad already makes me very happy.
Besides, I can see that Remington and his wife truly love each other. I don''t want to be the one who
breaks them apart."
"Silly girl, you''re still as kind-hearted as you were when you were little, always thinking of others before
yourself, willing to suffer just so Remington wouldn''t feel bad.
You gave your chance of escape to someone else, and took on all the suffering yourself. All these
years, I can''t bear to think how you''ve managed.
You''re always so selfless, helping others with no thought for yourself. Who''s there to help you? How
can I rest easy? My heart aches for you!"
Her tears continued to flow from her clouded eyes, her face marked with illness, making her look all the
more pitiful.
Every word was directed at "Ste", but they were also aimed at pricking Remington''s conscience.
She mentioned Ste''s sacrifices and the hardships she endured over the years, subtly implying that
Lizetta had gained everything without effort, reaping what should have been Ste''s. Lizetta felt
ufortable, worried that Barbara''s words would make Remington feel more distressed, more guilty.
She looked at Remington, only to see his brows furrowed deeply, his hands clenched so tight at his
sides that veins were visible.