"Lizetta, who gave you the nerve to interrupt your mother-inw? And where''s Remington? He''s


    nowhere to be seen," Hannained with embarrassment and annoyance.


    Lizetta sped her hands together, her voice calm, "Remi will be here any minute now, no need for you


    to worry."


    She then turned her gaze to the two bodyguards trailing behind Hanna, suggesting, "Please, Mrs.


    Hanna Dashiell, proceed to the banquet hall to rest."


    The bodyguards were specifically tasked by Remington to keep an eye on Hanna, to prevent her from


    doing anything stupid.


    Though Hanna was Remington''s mother and they hesitated to intervene based solely on her harsh


    words, Lizetta''s instruction was clear and they promptly stepped forward to escort Hanna away.


    Holding back her rage, Hanna shot Lizetta a re, her voice sharp, "All the guests have arrived, and


    there''s no sign of Remington. And you''re still here rxing? Don''t you know you should be weing


    the guests?"


    "I will, please go ahead," Lizetta replied, her tone neutral.


    With that, Hanna turned and stormed off, but Shirleygged behind, sneering at Lizetta, "Married for


    two years and suddenly deciding to have a wedding? That''s quite the joke! Let me guess, Remi only


    agreed because of the baby, no wonder he''s not showing up."


    "Shirley, your mouth must''ve been pickling in a trash can for years; why else would it stink so much!"


    Lucian walked over, grabbing Shirley by the arm and dragging her away.


    Shirley was indignant but recalling thest time Remington had her drink hot sauce as punishment,


    leaving her with a swollen mouth and two weeks of diarrhoea, she didn''t dare linger.


    "Lucian, Remi''s not here yet; why don''t you apany Liz to wee the guests?" Camille instructed,


    and Lucian nodded, not giving Lizetta a chance to refuse.


    Normally, weing the guests was a task for the bride, groom, and their families. Thus, Lizetta, along


    with Lucian and Ynda, headed to the entrance of the banquet hall. Meanwhile, a Gulfstream G550


    private jet finallynded.


    The cabin door opened, and Remington was the first to step out, cradling Ste, who was still battling a


    fever. Medical personnel were already waiting on the tarmac. They immediately approached, and


    Remington handed Ste over to the medical team, while thetter, as if sensing his departure,


    clutched tightly at his hand.


    Turning back, Remington saw Ste weakly open her eyes, her dry lips moving, her voice rough, "Don''t


    go."


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    Fear and anxiety filled her eyes, her condition evidently poor.


    Remington hesitated, unwittingly ncing at his watch before offering Ste a reassuring smile, saying,


    "Ste, don''t be scared. The medical team will take good care of you, and I''ve already arranged


    everything at the hospital.


    Your dad is waiting for you there; you''ll be with your family soon. This ce is safe, trust me. Just close


    your eyes and rest, okay?"


    However, Ste''s anxiety only heightened at his reassurance, trying to sit up from the stretcher.


    "Where is this ce? I don''t want to be left alone. Are you leaving me here?"


    Her panic was palpable. A mix of helplessness and frustration in Remington''s gaze, but Ste''sst


    question struck a chord. Sixteen years ago, he had indeed left her alone to face danger, leading to


    years of hardship.


    With a hoarse voice, Remington sat beside her, gently saying, "I won''t leave you behind, rest assured.


    Just close your eyes."