Liz felt a lump in her throat, the irony of the situation suffocating her.
"Enough already!" She turned back, frowning. "Kids say all sorts of things. Do you really think dredging up childhood babble is meaningful?"
"It seems you remember it all too well," Remington chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in his voice.
He stared at her. "Maybe it isn''t meaningful. But what if I be the clingy nuisance that sticks with you forever?"
Liz''s chest heaved, a sour sensation rushing to her nose. She fought it down, almost shrieking at him.
"Then I''d rather go through hell and high water to get rid of this nuisance!"
Remington saw the bitterness in her eyes, feeling a pang in his heart as if she had already carved out a piece of it.
She was indeed more ruthless than him. He had let her stick to him so easily back then; now, she wouldn''t even nce back.
Liz had been rtively stable these past few days.
However, it was clear that her postpartum depression would uncontrobly surface in Remington''s presence.
Her mood was vtile, easily agitated.
Both Liz and Remington were aware of this.
In that moment, his grip on her wrist weakened, and he let go.
"I was just joking. Don''t get so worked up. I''ve already asked Ray to handle my discharge papers. I haven''t forgotten what I said while you were unconscious."
He hade to the hospital because he was worried about her, wanting to be close.
If it hadn''t been for Mrs. Bernice Madden''s ident, which he happened toe across.
He never nned to show up in front of her, wanting to let go as she wished.
But when she chased him to the emergency exit and he saw her, he couldn''t help wanting more, to get closer.
"I''m d you haven''t forgotten. I hope Mr. Dashiell will keep his promise this time."
Liz stared at Remington, ignoring the paleness of his face, her voice cold.
Remington simply nodded.
He pulled open a drawer, took something out, and handed it to Liz.
"Take this, and I won''t bother you again."
Liz looked, her eyebrows slightly furrowing.
It was a snapped credit card. Liz recognized it as the one from their first divorce, when he demanded $3 million from her, which she had managed to give him.
Remington had snapped the card right away, clearly not having touched it since, let alone the money inside.
"The card''s snapped, it''s just a useless piece of stic to me now. You take it back."
Seeing Liz didn''t move, Remington took her hand and ced the snapped card in her palm.
Liz didn''t want to entangle with him anymore, especially since the card was hers and she had painstakingly gathered the money.
He had demanded $3 million for a divorce, ultimately deceiving her, not keeping his promise.
Now that he was returning the card, she took it without feeling guilty.
Liz clenched her fingers around it, securing it, "Any more issues, Mr. Dashiell?"
Remington looked at her intensely, his gaze thick as a whirlpool, swirling with emotions threatening to engulf her.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.
Liz''s hand trembled slightly, holding
the card, the sharp edges digging
into her palm. Just as she was about to break under his gaze, feeling increasingly panicked and agitated, he suddenly stepped
forward and embraced her.
Unlike his usual hugs, which were intensely warm and tight, as if trying to merge her into his very bones, this hug was restrained, cautious.
Liz was momentarily stunned, forgetting to resist.
Remington''s voice was rough, as if he had a mouthful of hot gravel, the words painfully hard to say.
"If letting go means you can breathe
freely, find happiness and peacene
then I''m willing to let you go. Liz, whether you''re going abroad or to another city, take care of yourself." en.swhovels
Because he knew, by letting go,
His Liz would soon be taken back by her family, whether she chose to move to Tranquil Meadows or go abroad, she wouldn''t choose to stay in Zion City.