Lizetta bit her lip so hard that the taste of blood filled her mouth as she mechanically nodded her head.
Yoli would be okay! Yoli had to be okay!
But deep down, she knew. There was no such thing of the most dangerous area in the head. It was the
head they were talking about - a ce where one couldn''t afford any harm. Suddenly, someone
shouted that the ambnce had arrived, and Hogan immediately scooped Ynda up in his arms.
Lizetta stood up, her vision darkening, her body swaying. Then, she felt herself being steadied by a
very familiar set of arms, a man''srge hand gripping her waist tightly. But the embrace that usually felt
warm andforting was now like being wrapped in thorns, causing Lizetta pain all over.
"Don''t touch me!"
She red with disdain, and disentangled herself from the grip, struggling to follow. But her wedding
dress, with its long train, got in her way, causing her to stumble.
Remington grabbed her arm again, pulling her back to his side with a firm voice, "I''ll carry you."
Lizetta wouldn''t have it. She yanked her arm away, bent down, and started ripping at the long train of
her dress with all her might.
The sound of tearing fabric seemed to echo right next to Remington''s ear. He felt as if what she was
tearing apart was his heart.
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However, when Lizetta looked up at him, her eyes were cold and empty. She said, "Remington,
fourteen years of kindness, love, and foolishness. Today, you and I are done!"
The torn fabric cut into Lizetta''s palm, staining it with her blood. Her pale lower lip was also bitten,
dotted with blood.
Remington saw it all, emotions churning in his eyes, almost wanting to burn everything to the ground.
But Lizetta only gave him that one look before throwing the torn fabric at his feet and turning to run
down the stairs after Hogan.
Remington lifted his foot to follow but then stopped, ultimately closing his eyes and standing frozen in
ce.
Lizetta didn''t want to see him. The ce was in chaos, and he''d arrivedte. It was his responsibility to
fix things.
The man stood there, his figure stern, fists clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He
seemed like a silent mountain, beneath which a devastating avnche was brewing.
In the grand hotel lobby, filled with people, everything suddenly felt as if it had frozen over, silent
enough to hear a pin drop.
After a moment, Remington moved. He bent down, picking up the torn fabric from the floor, clenching it
in his hand as if holding onto something this way.
He then turned, his icy gaze sweeping around before settling on Camille''s slightly swollen face. Then
he looked at Lucian who appeared guilt-ridden and heavy-hearted, his voice hoarse as he asked, "How
did she fall?"
Lucian swallowed hard, hisplexion pale.
It''d been chaotic. He''d only been trying to protect his mother and hadn''t noticed Hanna being so close
to the stairs.
He hadn''t imagined that just pushing a bit would result in such consequences. He opened his mouth to
speak, but Camille nudged him, saying, "Let me exin. You better go check on the girl; don''t leave Liz
all alone."
Lucian nodded and hurried down the stairs. Camille quickly ryed everything to Remington.
Remington listened in silence, his expression growing darker by the minute, the fabric gripped in his
hand emitting a crumpled rustle.
After Remington heard the story, his gaze swept across the room, unsurprisingly not finding Hanna and
Evelina, the two involved.
"Go, search the entire hotel if you have to, but find Mrs. Hanna Dashiell and Evelina!" Remington
ordered sternly, striding towards the banquet hall.
The journal that had always been tucked away in his office drawer - his office was tightly controlled.
Who took the photo, who was bribed to connect the device, the person behind all this, he was
determined to find out, and he definitely wouldn''t let them off that easy!