Mentioning letting Lizetta go, the man fell silent once again.
That suffocating silence was like a blunt knife cutting through flesh, making Fiona equally ufortable.
But the grandmother didn''t try to persuade him further. She knew that this time, Remington would figure things out. "Grandma, she hasn''t woken up yet?" Remington furrowed his brows slightly.
He had brought Lizetta back from the West family about seven or eight hours ago. How could she still be asleep...
"She must be exhausted. I''ve asked the kitchen to be ready at all times. Liz can eat whenever she wakes up."
Fiona sighed again, lifting her hand to rub her chest where it felt tight.
Remington hurried to support Fiona back to her bedroom, helping the elderlydy to lie down.
Fiona, holding Remington''s hand, spoke with heavy guilt, "I''m sorry, my dear. I failed to raise your father properly and didn''t keep your mother-inw in check. Knowing her foolishness, I still indulged her, leading you and Liz to suffer so much, causing today''s disaster..."
She was the elder, responsible for disciplining her daughter-inw.
She was well aware of Hanna''s partiality and mistreatment towards Lizetta.
In the past, she always thought of Nathan''s wrongdoing first, turning a blind eye to Hanna''s actions, never truly punishing her.
That indulgence led Hanna tomit such absurd actions.
"Grandma, what''s done is done; there''s no use in dwelling on it. You should rest now. Liz wouldn''t want to see me like this. When she wakes up tomorrow, she''ll need you to take care of her andfort her even more."
Remington sped the elderlydy''s hand, covering her with the nket.
Fiona, however, wore a look of shame and worry, "But, this thing with Hanna, how are we going to exin it to Liz tomorrow?"
The baby, harmed before even having a chance to see the world, for such reasons... the child''s umbilical cord blood taken by the culprit...
Such news, not to mention Lizetta, even Fiona found it unbearable and suffocating today.
Thinking of Lizetta''s frail body facing another blow, Fiona found herself at a loss for words.
"Then don''t tell her," Remington said sternly.
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Fiona looked at Remington, "If you don''t tell Liz, she will hate you."
Remington''s cold lips curled into a self-mocking smile, "She already hates me."
With that, he turned and walked out.
Fiona watched his back, her eyes filled with tears.
It was unclear what karma had led to such a situation.
Remington went upstairs, pushing the door into the bedroom.
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Remington bent down, quickly stabilizing the chair, and gestured for her to be quiet.
Frightened by his bloodshot eyes, the maid covered her mouth and hurried out.
Remington sat beside the bed, pulling Lizetta''s hand from under the nket, holding it in his.
He gazed down at her still pale face, "Not telling you, in case you find out the truth, will you hate me even more?" His voice was hoarse, yet Lizetta gave no response.