Barbara was on the verge of copse, who would dare to mess with her?
She held Evelina close, and even Ray didn''t have the guts to forcefully take her away.
With half of her face buried in Barbara''s embrace, Evelina nced at Lizetta, a hint of defiance in her
smile.
"Oh, mom, please don''t say that. You need to take care of yourself. Our West family only has so few
people left. We can''t afford to lose even one more!"
The two hugged and cried together, making it seem like whoever appeared weaker was in the right.
Just then, the hospital room door opened.
Martin''s stern voice echoed, "Remington, what are you doing? Let go!"
"Mom!"
Beside Martin, a long-haired woman rushed in, eximing, and ran to the bedside.
She sat down, gently patting Barbara''s back, then looked up at Remington pitifully, asking, "Remington,
what happened? My mom''s not in good shape. Can we talk about this outside?" Lizetta was taken
aback as she looked at the woman with long hair.
This woman must be the real Ste.
She was the woman Remington had abandoned their wedding for, rushing thousands of miles, unable
to wait even a day to bring back.
Despite Lizetta''s ims of indifference, at that moment, she couldn''t help but stare breathlessly at the
woman.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
She was very slender, beautiful, yet pale, with refined features not much different from her photos.
At least Lizetta recognized her instantly, although the Ste in those childhood photos was sunny and
lively.
But the woman before her looked sorrowful, timid, and fragile as ss.
The way she looked up at Remington, pleading, panicked, and dependent, was truly pitiable.
Lizetta''s gaze shifted to Remington.
The man, sure enough, was also looking down at Ste, his eyes no longer as sharp as before.
In Lizetta''s eyes, he seemed to be so tender that he was almost melt.
Perhaps Remington felt Lizetta''s scrutinizing gaze because he suddenly turned to look at her.
Lizetta didn''t flinch, crossing her arms and curling her lips sarcastically.
Ste, perhaps noticing Remington''s silence, timidly tugged at his sleeve.
"Remington?"
Remington met Lizetta''s icy and mocking stare, frowning slightly.
Her expression of amusement made him feel ufortable. Did she really not care at all?
He was about to brush off Ste''s pull, but in that moment, his lowered gaze caught sight of Ste''s
maimed fingers.
His movement halted, and his voice softened.
"Ste, I don''t want to disturb your mom either. We can talk outside, but Evelina muste with us."
Barbara immediately tightened her grip on Evelina, "No way! Nobody is taking my daughter-inw and
my grandson away!"
Her breathing becamebored, a frightening sign of her agitation.
Ste, in panic, tried to soothe her, while Martin frowned in annoyance, "Remington, I know about what
happened at your wedding! It was all caused by your so-called wife. Luckily, your mother and Evelina
were unharmed at that time, just some insignificant person took the fall.
The Dashiell family''s reputation was tarnished why are you making a scene here, instead of locking.
yourselves in and settling things
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with your wife?"
Lizetta suddenly scoffed,
"Insignificant person? Ha, she has a
eli
name, it''s Ynda! If it weren''t for her, Evelina would have been the one to take that fall, and the child
of the West family in her womb would''ve been lost! What? Does the West family think granting favors
means others are indebted for life? When it''s your turn to appreciate someone else''s grace, you
downy it? Indeed, being hypocritical is always the easiest path."
Martin''s face darkened, ring at Lizetta, "Sharp-tongued wench!"
"No match for your hypocritical facade." Lizetta retorted.
Martin''s face turned even darker, "Remington, you''re letting her get away with this nonsense?"
Remington''s lips parted slightly, but he said, "Ynda did indeed save Evelina. We have the video as
proof."