Remington pulled out the chair for Fiona, while Lizetta helped the olddy to her seat. Then, they heard Remington speak. "Grandma, you''re absolutely right. I''m already in such a mess, and I regret it enough. Please, let''s just move past this."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Fiona, her heart aching for her grandson, turned to Lizetta and said, "Liz, could you help him get cleaned up? Seeing him like this breaks my heart." Lizetta understood Fiona''s intentions all too well.


    Earlier, Tina mentioned the guest room''s hot water was broken, and Lizetta didn''t think much of it until she saw that oil painting in the bedroom. It became clear that Fiona wanted her to discover that painting, hoping she and Remington could mend their rtionship.


    In this moment, as Fiona yed matchmaker, Lizetta met the olddy''s gaze, feeling a bit soft-hearted. However, she also knew raising false hopes in Fiona only to disappoint herter was even more uneptable.


    So, she bit her lip and firmly declined, "Grandma, I''d rather help you with dinner. Let''s have the maid help Mr. Dashiell get cleaned up."


    Sitting next to Fiona, Lizetta''s refusal was clear. Fiona realized she hadpletely shut the door on the idea, especially after recalling how Tina had identally spilled juice on Remington, who had rushed back to his room.


    The two had spent quite a while in the bedroom, disheveled. Fiona had hoped there might be some sparks, some progress, but...


    She red at Remington in disappointment.


    Useless, not even able to charm his own wife!


    Absolute deadweight.


    "Fine, if a grown man can''t even dry his own hair, he deserves to be miserable!"


    Remington took a seat across from Lizetta, locking eyes with her as she looked down.


    "Grandma, you''ve got me all wrong. I''m actually quite good at drying hair; I just can''t be bothered with my own," he retorted.


    Lizetta felt a rush of warmth remembering his touch in her hair.


    Fiona''s gaze lingered on Lizetta and Remington, sensing something had indeed happened between them.


    Feeling the olddy''s scrutinizing eyes, Lizetta''s cheeks warmed. She tried to get up to serve Fiona some soup, but the butler suddenly entered, announcing, "Madam, Ms. West has arrived."


    The atmosphere in the dining room turned tense.


    For over a month, Remington had refused to see Ste. Yet, she kept visiting the Dashiell family estate every now and then, clearly aiming to win Fiona''s favor to marry into the Dashiell family.


    Fiona, unaware of the full story but remembering Ste had once saved Remington, couldn''t outright dismiss her. However, she didn''t meet Ste every time she visited; out of ten attempts, she might see her four or five times.


    "Send her away. Today''s not a good day for visitors," Remington said, frowning deeply.


    He was a bit irritated. Of all times, Ste had to choose now to visit. Could she know Lizetta was here?


    Concerned for Fiona''s health and considering the unresolved issues with the West family, he hadn''t borated much to Fiona. But his past attitude towards Ste had been clear. Yet, it seemed Ste hadn''t taken the hint, stillcking a sense of propriety.


    Remington''s gaze turned cold. As the butler turned to leave, Fiona suddenly spoke, "Let her in."