ã€ŠShattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemptionã€‹


 Chapter 1

    They said a man was most likely to cater to a woman¡¯s wishes in bed and right afterward,

    After a heated romp, still basking in the afterglow, Lizettay spent on the man¡¯s chest, her eyes misty

    as she looked up at him and held out her hand.

    ¡°Where¡¯s my anniversary gift?¡±

    Unlike her disheveled state, the man was still dressed to the nines, with only his tie a bit loosened,

    revealing a sharp, sexy Adam¡¯s apple.

    His deep¨Cset eyes were sculpted, with a natural cool, abstinent vibe in them. But it was this dapper

    dude who, just moments ago, had gripped her waist, not letting her pull away, driving passionately,

    pulling her into the whirlpool of desire.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart was still racing, sweet anticipation brewing within.

    The man nced down at her, ¡°What anniversary?¡±

    Lizetta froze. He had been away on a business trip for over a month, and she thought his return today

    was to celebrate her birthday and their wedding anniversary with her.

    She had heard that he went through quite a hassle abroad to buy a naming right to a small asteroid,

    and his mom had even given him the Dashiell family heirloom jade bracelet.

    Either would have made her ecstatic.

    ¡°You know exactly what I¡¯m talking about!¡± Lizetta huffed, reaching up to kiss his lips.

    But she missed. Remington dodged. Her kissnded on thin air; she didn¡¯t even graze his face.

    Lizetta stiffened. They had done everything, but he had never kissed her. She thought today would be

    different, but it turned out.

    A woman¡¯s sweet softness, a brief careless fling was simply not enough. Remington¡¯s body reacted

    swiftly, taking her hand and cing it on his belt buckle, his voice teasing.

    ¡°Not satisfied just now? Want a gift? Let¡¯s see how you perform.¡±

    Lizetta fought down the creeping feeling of disappointment, her cheeks flushing again. Though they

    had been married for two years, intimate encounters were scarce. She was a bit shy, pulling her hand

    away.

    ¡°You do it yourself,¡± yet, leaning in, she handed him a condom.

    Ostrich act, Remington snorted. His gaze fell on the condom, his eyes suddenly icy cold, his hand

    pinching her chin.

    ¡°Lizetta! Who taught you these nasty tricks?¡±

    His handsome face lost the lustful heat, his voice now only cold and displeased, the earlier flirtatious

    warmth vanished like a dream.

    Lizetta was dazed, only realizing what he meant when she saw that all the condoms were tampered

    with. She understood that Remington thought she had sabotaged them, just like the scheme she pulled

    on him four

    years ago.

    From head to toe, Lizetta felt a cold chill, ¡°It wasn¡¯t mel¡±

    She went to the drawer to find the remaining condoms to prove her innocence, but they too had been

    carefully opened.

    Remington was already getting dressed, looking down at her from his lofty position.

    ¡°Not you? Who else woulde in here?¡±

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    Remington was a clean freak with a strong sense of territory, he didn¡¯t like servants in tas bedroom

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    Lizetta, fearing his displeasure, took it upon herself to clean the room, something fermington was melt

    aware of. Yet, her efforts now served as evidence against her

    With a sour feeling in her heart, Lizetta remembered her mother inw had visited a few days ago and

    had entered the bedroom.

    ¡°It was your mom.¡±

    ¡°My mom? You think that¡¯s likely?¡± Remington¡¯s voice was chillingly cold,

    Hanna would be overjoyed if Lizetta couldn¡¯t have children, paving the way for a divorce. Lizetta¡¯s lips

    moved, but she found herself speechless.

    He didn¡¯t believe her, and nothing she said would make a difference. Hadrit she exined enough in

    the past?

    ¡°You¡¯re incorrigible!¡±

    Her silence seemed like an admission, Remington¡¯s eyes sharpened, and he turned to leave.

    Lizetta, in a panic, reached out to grab his hand. Just then, Remington¡¯s phone rang. He shook her off

    to answer it, his voice instantly softening on the other end.

    ¡°Yeah, I know it¡¯s today. I¡¯ll be right there; you wait for me.¡±

    Lizetta faintly heard a woman¡¯s coquettish voice from the phone. As he opened the door, she grabbed

    her nightgown and got out of bed to follow him.

    Her gown snagged on a wine ss on the bedside table, shattering it, wine sttering everywhere.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t care, running to block the door, angrily confronting him, ¡°Who is she? Have you been with

    her this whole month you were away? Now you¡¯re leaving me to go see her? You can¡¯t go! You

    promised to spend today

    with me.¡±

    Remington¡¯s gaze was cold as he looked at her, his voice as chilly as a winter night, ¡°Lizetta, time and

    again, do you think you have the right to ask anything of me?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned pale in an instant. The man pulled away mercilessly and walked out, leaving

    Lizetta leaning against the door frame, tears in her eyes, shouting, ¡°If you leave, we¡¯re getting a

    divorce!¡±

    Down the corridor, the man¡¯s footsteps didn¡¯t pause for a second, quickly disappearing around the

    corner. Lizetta copsed under the weight of it all, kneeling on the floor.

    When she was eight, Remington had taken her, barely alive, back to the Dashiell family, making her his

    sister in

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 Chapter 2

    He was there for her first parent¨Cteacher conference, taught her how to ride a bike, and even did her

    first hair

    braid.

    Even when she got her first period or needed a bra, it was he who braved the store to get her pads and

    training bras. For ten years, he was like a brother, like a father to her.

    At eighteen, Remington would go to the ends of the earth for Lizetta. At eighteen, Lizetta climbed into

    his bed, got caught, and it sparked a major scandal in Zion City. Fiona Dashiell, his grandma, beat him

    ck and blue, forcing him to marry her.

    His girlfriend, Evelina Hawthorne, left the country heartbroken.

    He married Lizetta but didn¡¯t love her, ying house without any real affection. A year ago, in a

    drunken haze, he made a move without a shred of emotion and refused to have children with her.

    He resented her for ruining everything and wouldn¡¯t let her call him ¡°Remi¡± anymore. Yet, although she

    loved him deeply, she kept her feelings hidden, terrified of tainting his image ¨C how could she ever drug

    him and climb into his bed?

    Four years ago, that night, she had no idea what happened. Since then, everyoneughed at her for

    being promiscuous, and the Dashiell family never epted her.

    She was alwayspliant and trod carefully. She thought when her mother¨Cinw brought out the

    family bracelet and Remington spent their anniversary with her, it was a sign that she was finally

    epted and liked by him. But it was all just her foolish fantasy.

    Hope and despair were only a hair¡¯s breadth apart. Everything that happened today was like a silent

    p, waking her uppletely.

    She didn¡¯t want to go on like this. She wanted a divorce ¨C to set him free and to free herself!

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, why are you sitting on the floor?¡± Edith stood at the door, looking surprised.

    Lizetta turned away, quickly blinked away her tears, and stood up.

    ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

    ¡°Before Mr. Dashiell left, he asked me to bring medicine up.¡±

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    Edith held a ss of water and a pill, and Lizetta knew it was birth control. She took it and swallowed it

    in front of Edith.

    After Edith left, Lizetta closed the door and numbly started to tidy up the mess on the floor. It was only

    when she saw the bloodstains on the floor that she realized a piece of broken ss had pierced her

    foot, smearing blood all over her sole.

    Sheughed at herself mockingly, cleaned the floor, and then attended to her wound.

    Descending the stairs to the dining room, the candlelit dinner and cake she had prepared were still

    neatlyid

    out.

    Lizetta sat down alone, picked up the utensils, and slowly ate, as if payingst respects to her failed

    marriage. In the living room, Edith¡¯s panicked voice rang out, ¡°Something¡¯s wrong; Mr. Joseph Dashiell

    has a high fever!¡±

    Yesterday, her eight¨Cyear¨Cold brother¨Cinw Joseph was sick and insisted on meeting Lizetta. The

    bracelet incident, it was he who spilled the beans to Lizetta.

    Lizetta¡¯s face changed, ¡°You go start the car; I¡¯ll take Joseph out right away.¡±

    ¡°Liz, I feel bad.¡±

    Lizetta rushed into the room; the child¡¯s forehead was burning up, feverishly clinging to her palm.

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    ¡°I¡¯m here; don¡¯t be scared, Joseph. We¡¯ll go to the hospital right away.¡±

    By the time they reached the hospital, it was nearly midnight, and after a series of checks, Joseph was

    admitted.

    Hanna and Wilma rushed over to keep watch, and Lizetta went to get the medical report. Thinking

    Joseph might fuss when he woke up in the night, Lizetta decided to go back to the ward to grab her

    bag and buy some

    snacks.

    The door to the ward was ajar, and she could hear crying and talking.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry too much, Mrs. Hanna Dashiell. The doctors say Joseph¡¯s leukemia isn¡¯t high risk, and he

    might not need a bone marrow transnt.¡±

    ¡°I know, but Joseph has rare blood type. We can¡¯t avoid transfusions. If Lizetta could have a matching

    child, it would at least mean she¡¯s somewhat useful. The Dashiell family hasn¡¯t been supporting her for

    nothing.¡±

    In an instant, Lizetta felt like she¡¯d been struck by lightning. She understood then ¨C Joseph was the

    apple of her mother¨Cinw¡¯s eye, born in her old age.

    Hanna didn¡¯t want her to get pregnant; she wanted her to bear a savior for Joseph, a living donor.

    Chilled to the bone, Lizetta turned numbly and walked to the outpatient hall.

    She thought the night couldn¡¯t get any more absurd, but then she looked up to see her husband.

    Remington was with another woman, both wearing glowing headbands, looking like a couple of

    lovebirds.

    He was looking at his phone while the woman yfully reached up to tweak a wolf ear on his

    headband. The family jade bracelet glittered on her wrist ¨C the Dashiell family heirloom.

    Lizetta¡¯s world spun, and she felt nauseous, turning her head to retch. Remington looked up and saw

    Lizetta.

    Their eyes met, and Lizetta froze.

    Remington¡¯s expression was unchanged; he said something to the woman, who then looked over.

    Only then did Lizetta see her face clearly ¨C the fair, innocent andely.

    It was Evelina; she hade back!

 Chapter 3

    Lizetta watched their side¨Cby¨Cside figures, feeling a chill in her heart. No wonder she mentioned

    divorce and he didn¡¯t even turn his head. Turned out his old me was back.

    Remington strode over, his gaze sweeping across Lizetta¡¯s overly pale face, frowning, ¡°Feeling under

    the weather?¡°¨C

    Evelina also came over, grabbing Lizetta¡¯s hand with concern.

    ¡°Your hand is freezing, Lizetta. Don¡¯t tell me you got the wrong idea. Today¡¯s my birthday, see, and after

    being away for four years, my folks insisted on throwing a birthday bash. Who knew right after the cake

    I¡¯d get a tummy ache, so Remi had to apany me to the hospital.¡±

    Lizetta swiftly withdrew her hand, moving so fast that Evelina¡¯s hand was left hanging in the air, causing

    Remington to disapprove with a darkened gaze.

    Lizetta noticed and felt a wave of bitterness swell in her heart.

    She shared a birthday with Evelina, and it wasn¡¯t that Remington had forgotten or hadn¡¯t prepared a

    gift, it was just that he had someone more important to be with, someone more important to pamper.

    Hiding her fragility, Lizetta forced a smile and tiptoed to remove the headband from the man¡¯s head.

    ¡°This doesn¡¯t suit you,¡± with a casual flick, she tossed the headband straight into the trash can.

    Evelina¡¯s smile froze on her face.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s sick, in the pediatric ward; we have his brain CT scan.¡±

    Lizetta handed the report to Remington and then bolted, her steps quickening. She stepped out of the

    outpatient hall and couldn¡¯t help but look back.

    Remington was apanying Evelina upstairs, and from start to finish, he hadn¡¯t looked back at her

    even

    once.

    Eyes brimming, Lizetta spun around only to bump into someone head¨Con. She fell to the ground, the

    familiar voice of a middle¨Caged woman scolding from above.

    ¡°Young people these days! Can¡¯t you watch where you¡¯re going? Honestly!¡±

    ¡°Forget it, Eve¡¯s waiting for us.¡±

    Regaining her senses from the pain, Lizetta looked up only to see the anxious backs of the Hawthorne

    parents as they hurried away.

    Memories flooded back of when she was a child, sick and rushed to the hospitalte at night in her

    father¡¯s arms. ra Hawthorne would hold her little hand and say, ¡°Be brave, Liz, mom and dad are

    here.¡±

    She and Evelina were the true and false heiresses switched at birth, and once discovered, the families

    had immediately swapped the children back.

    At six, she lost the parents who loved her and gained an abusive father and a selfish mother.

    At eight, Lizetta nearly died at the hands of the abusive Hans Gardenia, and at ten, her older brother

    Thaddeus Gardenia carried her, who was bloodied, to kneel at the Dashiell family¡¯s mansion doorstep.

    Begging Fiona to adopt Lizetta out of an old friendship with the grandmother, Remington braved the

    snowstorm to bring Lizetta back to the Dashiell family.

    Sixteen years ago, Evelina appeared, and Lizetta lost her home. Now, Evelina had reappeared.

    Like fate, Lizetta sensed she would lose everything. But she was too weary to hold on any longer.

    Late summer, clouds heavy, tree branches dense overhead, the evening breeze already cool, Lizetta,

    holding her shoulder and limping, walked down the street, passing young dancersughing and joking

    loudly as they went

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    Lizetta stopped and stared nkly.

    She was six years younger than Remington and had skipped grades to catch up with him, getting into

    the top dance academy by fifteen.

    Graduated at eighteen, her professor rmended she study abroad, but Lizetta had declined.

    For the past four years, she did just one thing ¨C waiting for Remington, waiting for him to turn around

    and marry her, clinging to the shell of a marriage, day after day, year after year.

    Now twenty¨Ctwo,pared to her peers brimming with youth, she felt like an old soul.

    Last month, her senior mentioned that a world¨Css dance master, Dories, was taking on mentee, a

    golden opportunity. He offered to help her apply for an interview.

    Lizetta had hesitated, but tonight, she had her answer.

    A taxi pulled up, honking and snapping Lizetta out of her thoughts, the driver poking his head out,

    ¡°Need a

    ride?¡±

    Lizetta stepped off the curb and bent down, ¡°I¡¯m broke, but will this do? It¡¯s tinum with diamonds.¡±

    She took off her small earring and handed it over.

    The diamond sparkled, even an amateur could tell it was something special. The middle¨Caged driver

    took it, ¡°Hop in.¡±

    Lizetta gave the address, and the driver clutched the pricey earring, ¡°Oakridge Heights, where every

    inch ofnd is worth a fortune; you¡¯re loaded, huh? How much could this earring sell for?¡±

    Lizetta leaned against the window, eyes closed, ¡°Six figures.¡±

    The driver didn¡¯t buy it, ¡°Miss, you¡¯ve got jokes.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t continue the conversation, her thoughts drifting far away.

    That year she was twelve, at the age when little girls yearn for beauty; she and Ynda had nned to

    get their ears pierced.

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    But back in the day, she got pricked by her mom Jolin Gardenia with a needle and it left her with some

    serious mental scars. She tried to get her ears pierced three times and chickened out every time, yet

    she was green with envy seeing others rock some snazzy studs

    Remington was off studying in Astoria and somehow caught wind of this. He came back for Christmas

    and, out of the blue, whipped out an ear piercing gun, iming it was just a toy, and duped her into

    giving it a whirl-

    The guy brushed her hair aside, the gun aimed at her lobes, and before she knew it -bam, bam- she

    had pierced ears.

    Fuming, she chased after him swinging her fists, ¡°I hate you, Remi!¡±

    He turned around, she stumbled into his arms, and under the warm sun, he bent down and tenderly

    wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

    ¡°Little Liz, such a drama queen.¡±

    Later on, Remington went all out and had the world¨Crenowned designer Jonathan whip up a custom

    pair of earrings just for her.

    A masterpiece, starting at six figures, no less. She wasn¡¯t one for bling, but she wore those earrings for

    ten years straight, never taking them off.

    A decade. She¡¯d think something that felt like a part of her, in her flesh and blood, would be

    excruciating to let go. Turned out, not so much.

    On the big screen at the street corner, some gossip news was ying, and a reporter cornered Evelina

    at the airport, grilling her about her love life.

    ¡°Yeah, there¡¯s a guy I¡¯m mad about. We split over a misunderstanding four years ago, but I believe true

    lovers will eventually reunite.¡±

    She turned to the guy next to her with a smile, and the gutsy reporter shoved the mic his way.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, are you the man Ms. Hawthorne is head over heels for?¡±

    The guy signaled his bodyguard to step up, and with a protective hand, he whisked Evelina away.

    Lizetta looked away, a sarcastic smile on her lips. Happily ever after, how lovely

    Turned out, as usual, the wife was thest to know when the hubby strayed

    Just then, the driver piped up. ¡°Miss, there¡¯s a car tailing us, someone after you?¡±

    Lizetta nced back, a ck Bentley on their tail with a license te too bold to ignore. In a blink, the

    Bentley sped up, tires screeching in a drift, blocking their way.

    The driver mmed the brakes; Lizetta lurched forward, then snapped back by the seatbelt, her head

    spinning.

    Then came the tapping on the window. Deliberate and rhythmic, it struck a chord in Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    Her knuckles went white gripping the seatbelt, refusing to look over.

    Remington¡¯s lips barely parted, his gaze sweeping towards the driver, who, caught in that icy stare, felt

    like prey under the gaze of an alpha wolf and quickly unlocked the door.

    The door swung open, and Remington leaned inside.

    With a click, he yanked off her seatbelt, his hand pressing against the inside of the seat, his eyes

    piercing into

    Lizetta

    He was so close she thought he might kiss her, but all he did was sneer, ¡°Lizetta, ying possum?

    That fun for you?¡±

    Lizetta. Since that night, he hadn¡¯t called her ¡°Liz¡± with that affectionate tone, nor had he let her call him

    ¡°Remi¡°.

    A dull ache in her chest, Lizetta turned her head, ¡°ying possum sure beats your time¨Cmanagement

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    Her voice was hoarse, and without another word, Remington scooped her out of the car.

    ¡°Let go!¡± She struggled.

    ¡°Chill out!¡± His grip on her hip was firm and unyielding, as if scorching her skin; she fell silent.

    ¡°What¡¯s with the foot?¡± His voice was deep.

    Lizetta slipped off her ts, revealing a bandaged foot stained with blood. She stayed quiet;

    Remington¡¯s expression turned dark as he stuffed her into the backseat and folded himself in alongside

    her.

    The door m shut, the cramped space filled with his brooding presence.

    Lizetta barely moved when his hand reached over, brushing her hair aside, his intense gazending on

    her now empty earlobe, suddenly sharp.

    ¡°Where are the earrings?¡±

    He pinched her soft lobe, twisting it cruelly.

    ¡°Ouch, lost them,¡± Lizetta winced in pain.

    Remington let go, took hold of her chin, and forced her to look at him. Out of the corner of her eye,

    Lizetta saw the taxi speeding away around the corner; taking with it was her broken heart.

    Remington¡¯s voice wasced with anger, ¡°Lost it? What¡¯s that supposed to mean, huh?¡±

    Tears welled up in Lizetta¡¯s eyes, her voice steady, ¡°Lost it means I don¡¯t want it anymore! Remington

    Dashiell, I¡¯m not joking, and it¡¯s not just a spat. Let¡¯s get a divorce.¡±

    She didn¡¯t want the earrings he gave her! And she didn¡¯t want him either!

 Chapter 5

    The silence in thepartment hit like a ton of bricks as a dangerous whirlpool seemed to swirl in

    Remington¡¯s eyes.

    ¡°What did you just call me? Say that again!¡±

    Lizetta used to call him ¡°Remi¡± all the time. But after that night, he forbade her from calling him that.

    Marriage was supposed to be the epitome of equality, yet this was the first time Lizetta addressed him

    by his name. How ironic and sad.

    Lizetta faced his icy re, her pale lips trembling as they parted, her voice crystal clear despite the

    nerves.

    ¡°I said, Remington Dashiell, let¡¯s get a divorce.¡±

    As soon as the words left her mouth, everything went ck before her eyes, followed by two loud

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    By the time Lizetta realized what happened, she was sprawled across Remington¡¯sp, her rear end

    smarting from two firm spanks that he had delivered with real force.

    Frozen in disbelief, Lizetta was a cocktail of shame and anger, ¡°Let me go! Remington, you jerk! What

    gives you the right to hit me, mmph!¡±

    Lizetta struggled and kicked only to receive even more forceful spanks in return.

    The pain in her butt brought back memories of thest time she got a spanking ¨C when she was fifteen

    and developing fast, so she bound her chest tightly with cloth, not out of shame but for fear her dancing

    wouldn¡¯t look good if she grew toorge.

    Remington discovered her secret after over a month, and after getting scolded by the doctor for the

    hard lumps that formed, she ended up over the arm of the sofa in the study getting her rear end

    swelled up.

    The pain in her chest and butt was so bad she had to lie on her side for days, walking around like a

    zombie, mercilessly mocked by him.

    Spanking was his way of teaching his little sister a lesson, but she was no longer his little sister.

    ¡°Lizetta, use your brain to think before you speak! Do you think marriage and divorce are some kind of

    joke?* His warning voice boomed above her, ¡°Tell me! Where are the earrings?!¡±

    Remington sneered, knowing just how much she treasured that pair of earrings. He was also well

    aware of how much she relished being called ¡°Mrs. Dashiell¡°.

    ¨C

    Now she was casually saying she lost them and wanted a divorce did he look like someone who would

    buy that?

    ¡°I lost them! Are you getting deaf in your old age?!¡±

    ¡°Fine, Lizetta, you¡¯d better hope I don¡¯t find them!¡±

    He yanked her up from hisp and pinned her hands behind her with one hand, suddenly leaning in to

    press her

    against the car seat.

    Lizetta fought back, but the difference in strength between men and women made her helpless under

    his weight.

    Hisrge hand slid under her thin chiffon dress, beginning a thorough search from the neckline down. It

    grazed her chest, then her slender waist.

    Suddenly, his knee parted Lizetta¡¯s legs, and his searching hand slipped further in, inch by inch.

    Through the thin fabric, it felt less like a search and more like a humiliating tease.

    Who would hide earrings in such a ce! Lizetta let out a high¨Cpitched moan, ¡°Ah, they¡¯re really not on

    me; stop touching, ah, let go!¡±

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    Remington¡¯s patience was wearing thin with every word from her. Her dress was torn open from the

    neckline, instantly splitting down to her navel.

    Lizetta turned pale, frantically trying to cover herself, ¡°We¡¯re in the street!¡±

    But then, two more sounds, and her dress waspletely torn, falling away from her body. Before she

    knew it, Lizetta was hoisted up and straddling hisp.

    Her bare legs against the cool fabric of his suit pants, her exposed back to the air, she struggled briefly

    only to be held down even tighter.

    It was clear that he was getting hot under the cor, pinching her waist and deliberately making her feel

    it.

    ¡°You¡¯re insane!¡±

    ¡°So this is just because I won¡¯t have kids with you, this whole charade?¡±

    Anyone passing by the window could see her, looking indecent sitting on top of a man. Just like the

    high society rumors, Lizetta was a born seductress, climbing into Remington¡¯s bed at eighteen.

    Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Lizetta shook her head, her words weak, ¡°It¡¯s not about having

    kids. I already told you, I didn¡¯t mess with the condoms!¡±

    The sound of a zipper being pulled open was amplified in her ears, and Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected him to

    get serious.

    She used her hands and feet, struggling fiercely, ¡°Let me go! You bastard!¡±

    She lifted her right foot to kick him, but her ankle was suddenly caught firmly in his grasp, his voice

    laced with a hint of menace.

    ¡°Need that foot? Want to dance in the future? Don¡¯t you want to have kids? Now that I¡¯m offering, you

    don¡¯t want it?¡±

    The pain in her foot was nothingpared to the agony in her heart.

    He had been keeping his distance since they got married, unwilling to be close or have children. But

    now he seemed to have changed his tune ¨C did he find out about Joseph¡¯s condition in the hospital

    room?

 Chapter 6

    But this just made it even harder for Lizetta to swallow, it was downright pathetic

    Her eyes were zing with fury. ¡°Yeah, I wanted kids before, but now, no way, no how! I¡¯m still young,

    why should I go off the deep end and pop out babies for some old geezer! I¡¯m not ying tricks, I¡¯m

    dead serious about getting a divorce!¡±

    ¡°Ha, divorce? Screw up, trash my stuff, and then wave divorce in my face like some kind of threat!

    Don¡¯t forget how younded the title of Mrs. Dashiell. You gotta earn the right to even talk about

    splitting up¡±

    He justughed off her words, not even finding them funny. He seemed livid, a vein throbbing on his

    forehead as he gripped her chin andmanded.

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    ¡°Take it back!¡±

    ¡°Or what? I¡¯ll spit in your face and we¡¯ll see if you can take that back, Lizetta shot back defiantly, locking

    eyes

    with him.

    In the distance, the re of approaching headlights shone, casting a pale light on Lizetta¡¯s ashen face

    and her nearly bare, baster body. She was terrified and tried to dodge out of the way, but Remington

    held her shoulder firmly. The light grew brighter, and he watched her disheveled helplessness with

    malicious

    amusement.

    Lizetta was shaking and cowering, wisely yelling out, ¡°I¡¯m sorry!¡±

    The next second, the man grabbed a nket and wrapped her up in it haphazardly, while Lizetta

    scrambled to the side in a panic.

    He let her crawl away, picking up the shredded dress and shaking it out in disbelief.

    Of course, no earring would fall out. Only then did Remington believe that the earrings were truly gone.

    ¡°Look at you, growing a backbone! Lizetta, there¡¯s a limit to this nonsense!¡±

    Those earrings had its significance, she tossed it away over some petty issue, and had the guts to

    bring up

    divorce.

    After his cold words, Remington straightened his clothes, got out of the car, mmed the door hard,

    and headed for the driver¡¯s seat.

    Lizetta curled up, mping her lips shut, scared that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into

    tears.

    He didn¡¯t love her, didn¡¯t trust her, and would never see her scars. Even now, he still thought she was

    just acting

    up

    He didn¡¯t realize the courage she had to muster just to let go of the earrings. Her face was pale, her

    eyes hollow and empty

    Remington, with a stern face, nced at her through the rearview mirror, feeling a twinge of heartache

    and an almost imperceptible panic

    In the past, she would have thrown herself at him and begged for forgiveness when he got mad, but

    today

    The car was eerily silent Back at the vi, Remington carried Lizetta, nket and all, out of the car

    Edith was at the hospital, no one was home, and the ce was pitch ck.

    Remington carried Lizetta up to the second floor and into the bathroom. The sound of running water

    filled the space, and Lizetta struggled to lift her head. ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    ¡°ying dead no more?¡±

    Remington ripped off the nket and dumped Lizetta right into the tub. The water in the tub was

    shallow and a bit cool, Lizetta¡¯s right leg was propped on the edge of the tub, her legs forced apart in a

    humiliating position

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    She tried to pull her leg back, but Remington held her knee down.

    ¡°I¡¯ve got no interest in fools flirting with death! Warm up and get out to treat those wounds, and keep

    your feet dry.¡±

    He left after saying that, not lingering any longer.

    The water in the tub gradually warmed, and Lizetta copsed from exhaustion. On the balcony,

    Remington tore off his tie and lit a cigarette, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing, smoke billowing out.

    His voice, raspy from the smoke, spoke into the phone, giving the license te number, ¡°Go get those

    earrings back.¡±

    At the hospital lobby, Lizetta still had the earrings on; it wasn¡¯t hard to guess where they were.

    A torn set of condoms, piled up in the trash can, Remington¡¯s gaze drifted over, the smoke swirling, the

    irritation in his eyes slowly fading.

    The same person who was scheming to have kids a moment ago, now talking about divorce, really?

    Wrapped in a bathrobe, Lizetta limped out of the bathroom as Remington sat on the edge of the bed on

    the phone.

    ¡°Yeah, rest up, I¡¯lle see you tomorrow.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes drooped as she walked towards the sofa.

    At two in the morning, still having the energy to mess around with someone else¡¯s man, Evelina must

    be some kind of angelic witch, sharp as a tack; who needed rest?

    She grumbled internally, and before her butt hit the sofa, Remington scooped her up onto his shoulder.

    His towering height ¨C six foot two ¨C made Lizetta let out a scream, disoriented and tossed onto the bed.

    She scrambled up, furious and ready to cuss him out, but a wave of nausea hit, and she rushed to the

    side of the bed to throw up.

    Her back was patted, and Remington handed her a tissue. Lizetta caught her breath, leaning against

    the headboard, and he handed her a ss of water.

    She had barely taken a sip when he asked, ¡°Pregnant?¡±

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    ¡°Pfft.¡± Lizetta choked and coughed.

    She looked guilty as sin, and Remington¡¯s eyes grew grimmer, ¡°Spit it out!¡±

    Lizetta hurriedly put down her ss of water, ¡°Is it that I can get pregnant by magic, or do you have

    some kind

    of special talent to reproduce remotely? Which time did you not take proper precautions?¡±

    Her tone became inevitably tinged with bitterness and annoyance towards the end.

    ¡°Sharp¨Ctongued, aren¡¯t you!¡± Remington chuckled ironically.

    But he probably also thought it was impossible for her to be pregnant and didn¡¯t pursue the topic

    further.

    He knelt on one knee beside the bed, holding her ankle and opened the medical kit. Lizetta didn¡¯t

    resist, she knew his temperament and that he was stubborn.

    As a husband, he didn¡¯t love her, but as a brother, he was almost perfect. He rested her right foot on

    his knee, holding her pale ankle and used tweezers with iodine to clean the wound.

    He did this with a grace and dignity all his own. She watched him, feeling like she was transported back

    fourteen years when he carried her bloodied self home, and she wouldn¡¯t let a doctor near her because

    of her trauma.

    The young man squatted in front of her bed, gently treating her wounds.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be scared, Liz. I will protect you. We won¡¯t let you get hurt again, okay?¡±

    It had been a long time since they had shared such warmth and closeness. Four years of cold distance

    was enough to show he didn¡¯t love her!

    Remington finished bandaging her up and pulled something out of the medical kit, tossing it to Lizetta.

    ¡°Go test yourself.¡±

    It was a pregnancy test.

    Lizetta pressed her lips, ¡°I haven¡¯t eaten anything this afternoon, just a stomach upset.¡±

    ¡°Go test!¡± The man cut her off.

    He was really scared of her being pregnant, wasn¡¯t he? It made sense; he had never wanted to give

    her a child, and now with Evelina back, it was even less likely.

    Lizetta picked up the pregnancy test and dragged her weary body into the bathroom.

    Five minutester, she came out and handed the test to Remington, ¡°One line ¨C not pregnant. Happy

    now?¡±

    Her tone was sarcastic, and Remington nced at the test with a cool gaze and an icy voice, ¡°It¡¯s for

    the best.¡±

    He clearly didn¡¯t want her pregnant. Sleeping with her must¡¯ve been ast resort, and having a baby

    was probably an abomination in his eyes. Any child would be considered a bastard, probably.

    ¡°I¡¯ll sleep in the study. You better reflect on this,¡± Remington turned and left.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze fell on the pregnancy test thrown in the trash can, her legs gave out, and she copsed

    on the bed.

    The next day, Lizetta woke up to the bright daylight. She moved slightly, felt something against her ear

    on the pillow, and sure enough, her hand found a pair of earrings.

    She looked in the vanity mirror and saw the diamond¨Cset gardenia¨Cshaped earrings with two light pink

    pearls at the center.

    It hade back to her in the end. Lizetta¡¯s feelings wereplicated.

    03-07

    Her phone rang, and she found her bag had been returned too. Ynda was on the other end.

    ¡°Liz, are you okay?¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s all over the hot search; the Dashiell family¡¯s son expanding his territory and triumphantly returning

    with a beautiful artist. And a bunch of cluelessizens are eating it up; do they even know they¡¯re

    munching on crap?¡±

    Evelina yed the violin, and the Hawthorne family, willing to ssh the cash, had organized a few

    solo concerts for her abroad.

    ¡°Anyone can throw money around, and only outsiders think she¡¯s some kind of new¨Cgen violin artist.

    Buying two million followers and acting all high and mighty, they have no idea. You have a solid five or

    six million real fans

    and are never snobbish like her.¡±

    Lizetta had an online alias, just for fun; she never took it seriously, but Ynda was proud of it. Lizetta

    smiled and took off the earrings.

    ¡°Yeah, Remington likes that witch; nothing I can do about it. I¡¯m not ying along anymore.¡±

    ¡°What do you mean by not ying along?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m going to divorce him. Can I stay with you for a few days?¡±

    Ynda knew all too well what Remington meant to Lizetta; she used to think the world could end and

    Lizetta would never give up on Remington.

    The news was too shocking; the phone nearly dropped.

    Lizetta had breakfast and went into the study.

    After printing the divorce papers, she organized her electronic resume, stage videos, various awards,

    and recent dance practice records neatly and sent them to Hogan White to apply on her behalf.

    Leaving the study, she started packing. She only took a few clothes for all seasons, and Ynda came

    to pick her up.

    Lizetta got into the car and took onest look at the vi in the morning light, feeling the sting in her

    eyes.

    Ynda held her hand, ¡°Looking back at a jerk, you¡¯ll be unlucky for life!¡±

    Lizetta squeezed her hand back, ¡°Right, looking forward; the next one will be better behaved.¡±

    Just then Lizetta¡¯s phone rang; it was a text from an unknown number. Caught at a red light, Ynda

    nced

    at it and eximed.C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

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    ¡°April? Isn¡¯t she Evelina¡¯s agent? What does she want with you?¡±

    ¡°She wants to set up a songwriting session.¡±

    ¡°For Evelina? Wow, talk about dropping 100 grand right off the bat.¡±

    Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡°Uh¨Chuh,¡± Lizetta nodded and casually cklisted April¡¯s number.

    Ynda couldn¡¯t help but crack up, ¡°Evelina¡¯s got some nerve, with her mediocre chops!¡±

    Lizetta dropped her bags off at Ynda¡¯s ce and hopped a cab to Starlight.

    The Dashiell Group, a hundred¨Cyear¨Cold empire, was like an aging aircraft carrier showing its ws,

    hard to turn around. Eight years back, Remington made some bold moves, carving out the Starlight

    Group from the Dashiell. Group, infusing it with fresh lifeblood.

    Under his guidance, the Starlight Group rode the waves, gobbling up growth at a pace that left the

    Dashiell Group in the dust.

    Nowadays, the Dashiell Group was still in the hands of Remington¡¯s dad, Nathan, but it was Remington

    who was the star yer at the helm of the Starlight Group, outshining his old man. They said he was

    the heir of the Dashiell Group, but it was pretty clear they were riding on his coattails now.

    A year ago, Fiona, wanting to foster some marital bonding, had Lizetta join the Starlight Group¡¯s

    president¡¯s office as a lowly clerk.

    The office was buzzing today, with secretary Lydia handing out wedding candies because she was

    pregnant and leaving.

    Lizetta snagged some candy, offering her congrats. Back at her desk, she started typing up her

    resignation letter.

    Lydia spotted this and blurted out in surprise, ¡°Lizetta, you got a bun in the oven too?¡±

    All eyes were on her, as usual. Beauties always got the spotlight.

    Since Lizetta started, her looks had drawn a slew of admirers, till Remington caught sight of her desk

    buried in roses and was in a funk for days.

    Dering herself married had finally fended off the suitors, though nobody knew she was hitched to

    Remington.

    ¡°Nope, I¡¯m quitting for a different reason.¡±

    ¡°So when are you guys nning on having kids? Makes sense, you¡¯re still young.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯d love to start early, get back in shape sooner rather thanter, but oh well.¡± Lizetta kept typing away,

    casually responding.

    But Lydia, ever so perceptive, got the wrong end of the stick, ¡°Your hubby¡¯s shooting nks?¡±

    ¡°Not exactly, he¡¯s quite capable; it¡¯s just that it¡¯s all for naught.¡±

    Lydia was gobsmacked.

    ¡°You mean your man¡¯s got azoospermia?! And bad breath on top of that? Girl, you gotta know when to

    cut your losses.¡±

    Previously, Lydia had seen a couple kissing in the parking lot and thought the woman looked like

    Lizetta, so she asked if it was Lizetta¡¯s hubby picking her up.

    Lizetta had joked that she and her husband had never kissed, which somehow spiraled into the office

    joke that her husband had severe halitosis.

    Now, with no way to clear the air, Lizetta found herself saddled with another rumor. She gotta hand it to

    Lydia for her top¨Cnotch readingprehension skills.

    As Lizetta thought of Remington¡¯s cold, aristocratic face and pped this newbel on him, she

    couldn¡¯t suppress a snort.

    ¡°Is this how you work now? The Starlight Group doesn¡¯t pay you to loaf around!¡±

    Lizetta turned to see the stony¨Cfaced Remington, her smile freezing on her face.

    Cedric, who knew Lizetta¡¯s true identity, had spoken up, and then nced at the boss nervously,

    breaking out in a cold sweat.

    Lydia went pale. The boss¡® aura was just like some drama¡¯s leading man.

    Worried Lydia might be startled, Lizetta was about to intervene when Remington spoke up, ¡°Thanks for

    your hard work. Hand out the resignation bonus; might as well spread some joy.¡±

    After he instructed Cedric, Lydia quickly thanked him, relieved. The tension in the room melted away,

    but the man¡¯s frosty gaze was locked on Lizetta.

    ¡°Lizetta,e in for a sec,¡± he walked into his office.

    ¡°Good Lord, Mr. Dashiell is as charming as ever.¡± Lydia nudged Lizetta, ¡°You¡¯re so gorgeous; why not

    ditch your sterile hubby and go for Mr. Dashiell?¡±

    ¡°Lizetta? Yeah right, she¡¯s been under Mr. Dashiell¡¯s nose for a year. If he was interested, would he

    wait till now?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t you follow the news? Mr. Dashiell and Ms. Hawthorne are often seen together.¡±

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell must be in love. Getting some of Lydia¡¯s good fortune must mean he¡¯s nning to have

    kids with Ms. Hawthorne, right?¡±

    Lizetta felt the sting of their casual remarks.

    It was not like she¡¯d just been there a year. When she was born, just three days old, Remington had

    visited the hospital with Fiona and even held her, only to be peed on by the tiny girl.

    So really, she¡¯d been ¡°around¡± for twenty¨Ctwo years. No love was just that, no love. There wouldn¡¯t be a

    day of it

    in her lifetime.

    After printing out her resignation letter, Lizetta walked into his office.

    The man sat behind his desk, looking through documents, exuding an air of noble detachment. Without

    even lifting his head at the sound of her footsteps, he asked coldly, ¡°Is this how you reflect?¡±

    Before the echo faded, Lizetta ced two documents in front of him. One was a divorce agreement,

    the other her resignation letter.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, if you could sign both, that would be great. Thanks.¡±

 Chapter 9

    Remington looked up, his gaze icy cold.

    ¡°I don¡¯t have time for your make¨Cbelieve games. Take it back.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m serious.¡±

    Remington tossed the pen he was holding without a hint of emotion. The steel pen ttered on the

    desk, striking a chord in Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    ¡°Divorce reasons, huh? Bad breath and azoospermia? You know spreading rumorses with

    consequences,¡± his voice was chilly.

    Lizetta felt a twinge of guilt about this, her eyshes fluttering slightly.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t start those rumors. I¡¯ve spelled out the reasons for the divorce clearly.¡±

    Remington flipped through the papers, his eyesnding on the annotated reasons for divorce, his look

    growing even colder.

    ¡°Huh, care to exin what ¡®no love, no sex, a marriage in name only¡® means?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips, ¡°Just stating the facts.¡±

    Remington stood up, his long legs taking him around the desk. His towering presence forced Lizetta to

    sidestep until her lower back was pressed against the solid desk.

    With a stretch of his arm, he easily cornered her with nowhere to retreat. He leaned in close, his voice

    simmering with fury by Lizetta¡¯s ear.

    ¡°Stating the fact? Who was the manst night who made you moan non¨Cstop, the one you clung to,

    begging him not to leave?¡±

    Thinking aboutst night brought tears to Lizetta¡¯s eyes. The more fiery the start, the more deste the

    end.

    She put her hand against his chest, ¡°Severely underperforming, are you saying a ny¨Cyear¨Cold man

    who¡¯s good to go once every three years should shout about his sex life through a megaphone?¡±

    Last night was an exception, and besides, her husband wouldn¡¯t even kiss her.

    A vein throbbed in Remington¡¯s forehead; this woman dared to mock his manhood. Her pushing only

    fueled his anger further. He gripped her wrist, his chest pressing forward.

    Lizetta was forced to lean back; years of dance training made her back as flexible as a willow branch

    against the desk, her hair spilling across it. This position caused Lizetta¡¯s chest to heave against his

    sturdy torso.

    Remington¡¯s voice was cold, ¡°I had no idea you were so needy. Who are you nning to find to satisfy

    you after the divorce, Mrs. Dashiell?¡±

    Lizetta, infuriated, tried to kick him, but her leg was trapped by his long limb. His legs were like iron

    bars, and Lizetta couldn¡¯t break free, identally brushing against something she shouldn¡¯t have and

    freezing up

    She was discussing divorce, and Remington was getting a reaction.

    ¡°You jerk!¡± Lizetta was red¨Cfaced with frustration.

    Remington sneered, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, your unsatisfied desires isn¡¯t this exactly what you¡¯ve been

    scheming for? You trapped me four years ago; you should be prepared to atone for a lifetime!¡±Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Lizetta¡¯s face went pale; he had always med her.

    ¡°That night, I truly didn¡¯t know what happened.¡±

    ¡°The drink was handed to me by you, and only you registered your fingerprint to enter the bedroom

    besides me. Who else could it be if not you?¡±

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    Lizetta choked up; no more exnations would work. He was convinced she had betrayed his trust,

    and she was at a loss for words.

    They went from being as close as siblings toplete strangers. She felt as if she was back on that

    morning, waking up to his fury and his piercing words.

    ¡°Lizetta, I didn¡¯t fricking raise you all prim and proper just for you to climb into my bed!¡±

    Tears welled up in Lizetta¡¯s eyes, her pale face reflecting her pain, ¡°I regret it, okay? Take that as me

    being regretted.¡±

    Remington¡¯s scoff was cold.

    ¡°Knowing you¡¯re the sinner, just be a good Mrs. Dashiell! Besides, look at yourself ¨C which part of you

    wasn¡¯t given by the Dashiell family? A thousand square meter vi, jewels and clothes galore, a no¨C

    limit credit card to swipe as you please. Living in thep of luxury like this, can you survive without

    me?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s throat felt like it was filled with hot gravel as she murmured.

    ¡°So even you never respected me.¡±

    He thought she was just a parasite, leeching off the Dashiell family, unworthy of her own life. Even if

    she left with nothing after the divorce, she still wouldn¡¯t be in the same league!

    Her voice was so low that Remington, even close, couldn¡¯t make it out.

    He frowned slightly; seeing her pale, fragile demeanor, he felt a twinge of pain in his own heart. He had

    spoken too harshly in his anger, and just as he was about to exin, a knock on the door sounded.

    Lizetta snapped back to reality; pushing Remington away with reddened eyes, she blurted out, ¡°Then

    just watch ¨C let¡¯s see if I can survive without you!¡±

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    Lizetta bolted out, shoving the door open, but froze in her tracks as she looked up.

    Standing there was Evelina! She asked with concern, ¡°Sis, why the waterworks? Did Remi chew you

    out? I¡¯ll have a word with him for you.¡±

    Though they¡¯d never been sisters for a day, Evelina always put on this insincere act, calling Lizetta

    ¡°Sis¡°.

    The embarrassment of being caught in her mess by her arch nemesis just cranked up Lizetta¡¯s

    difort a

    notch.

    The man¡¯s steady footsteps approached, hisposure and dignity stark against Lizetta¡¯s disarray; he

    seemed utterly unfazed.

    ¡°I told you I¡¯ll go to the hospital to see you? Howe you¡¯re here already?¡± His tone with Evelina was

    aplete 180 from the cold¨Chearted vibe just moments before.

    Evelina cracked a smile, ¡°I got discharged already. Just came to save you the trip.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to stick around for their lovey¨Cdovey show and was about to split when Remington

    grabbed her wrist, ¡°Whip up some watermelon juice.¡±

    Evelina loved watermelon juice; Lizetta hated it with a passion.

    As kids, Hans and Jolin got into a fistfight, blood sttering on the sliced watermelon, making it hard to

    tell what was redder.

    Remington knew that full well! And he still had the nerve to make his wife wait on his mistress. Lizetta

    felt like her heart was being carved out, thinking he had rocks for brains.

    ¡°Did you suddenly lose your hands or something, Mr. Dashiell?!¡±

    She yanked her wrist away and stormed off, Evelina¡¯s anxious voice trailing behind her.

    ¡°Remington, she is delicate and can¡¯t handle the stress. Go talk with her.¡±

    ¡°Leave her be!¡±

    Bursting out of the building, Lizetta hugged herself and slowly crouched down on the sidewalk.

    Her vision blurred as she kept telling herself over and over, ¡°It¡¯s okay, Lizetta. Show them what you¡¯re

    made of; let everyone see!¡±

    Her phone rang. Wiping away her tears, she answered, ¡°Uh¨Chuh, okay, I¡¯ll be right there.¡±

    What Remington didn¡¯t know was that since she turned fourteen, she hadn¡¯t used a dime from the

    Dashiell family, always hustling to make her own money.

    Now with divorce, studying abroad, and her brother¡¯s hospital bills looming, Lizetta needed to save up

    more than ever. No need to stick around at the Starlight Group; her days were her own now, ripe for the

    nning.

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    No time for tears, she sprinted for the bus stop.

    Top floor office.

    The man¡¯s silhouette was tall and imposing; he stood by the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling windows, like a ruler

    looking down on his subjects with cold indifference. Yet, his back seemed to carry a hint of loneliness.

    ¡°Remi, are you and Lizetta fighting over Lucianing back?¡± Evelina, lounging on the sofa sipping

    her juice, suddenly popped the question.

    Remington¡¯s eyes sharpened as he turned around, ¡°No, it¡¯s just the usual spats between husband and

    wife. We¡¯ll be goodter. Totally normal.¡±

    They¡¯d be goodter.

    23 27

    Evelina¡¯s grip on the cup tightened as she remembered how she hadined about stomach pains

    in the hospital room yesterday, hoping to keep Remington by her side. But he had just told her to buzz

    the nurse and went chasing after Lizetta.

    Pushing down her bitterness, Evelina nodded with a forced smile, ¡°That¡¯s a relief. I thought maybe she

    found out about Lucian¡¯s return.¡±

    Seeing Remington¡¯s face turn even colder, Evelina quickly dropped the subject.

    ¡°The baby¡¯s all good, right?¡± Remington broke the silence.

    Evelina caressed her belly with a sweet smile, ¡°Oh, this little troublemaker¡¯s keeping me on my toes.¡±

    ¡°Take good care of the baby,¡± Remington instructed.

    Evelina yed the victim, ¡°Remington, is it just the baby you care about? What about me?¡±

    Remington just looked at Evelina without a word. She knew she¡¯d overstepped, so she chuckled

    nervously to change the subject.

    ¡°By the way. My agent¡¯s been having a tough time getting Maestro Adagio¡¯s new song. They¡¯re really

    digging. their heels in. Maestro Adagio¡¯s style would be perfect for me, especially as the opener for my

    homing solo concert. It would be stunning. I¡¯ve been fretting over this, tossing and turning at night.

    Can you help me get that song?¡±

    Evelina not getting her beauty sleep wasn¡¯t good for the baby. Remington nodded, ¡°I¡¯ll see what I can

    do.¡±

    Her face lit up with joy, and just then, Cedric walked in, ¡°Boss, the meeting¡¯s about to start.¡±

    Evelina urged him, ¡°Go ahead. Can I finish my juice first? The acidity¡¯s just right, and you know I

    haven¡¯t had much of an appetite these days.¡±

    Remington nodded again and left with Cedric. Evelina, holding her juice, wandered around the office,

    her eyes full of longing. She made her way to the desk, her gazending on that divorce agreement.

 Chapter 11

    Lizetta wrapped up her side gig at the dance training center as the evening crept in. She¡¯d been

    shaking it as a dance instructor at this joint for a year now, teaching adult modern dance on evenings

    and weekends.

    Today, the manager roped her inst minute to cover for a kids¡® ss, and boy, was she a hit! With

    solid skills plus being easy on the eyes and super patient, the kiddos totally dug her, and the feedback

    was off the charts. She stepped out of the locker room, and the manager handed her an envelope with

    money in it, ¡°Lizetta, you were a real lifesaver today. How about jumping ship to the kids¡® crew? We¡¯ll

    bump your hourly rate by a bill.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes sparkled, ¡°Count me in. I¡¯m free as a bird these days.¡±

    After leaving the center, Lizetta hopped in a cab to the hospital. Hanna¡¯s words fromst night had

    rattled her, and she¡¯d been stewing about Joseph ever since.

    When she got to his room, the help was fussing over Joseph trying to feed him, but the tyke was having

    none of it.

    He was the Dashiell family¡¯s little tyrant, and the servant didn¡¯t stand a chance. Spotting Lizetta, they

    bolted, relieved.

    ¡°You heartbreaker! Why¡¯d it take you ages toe see me?¡±

    Lizetta sauntered over, ¡°Here I am now; eat up.¡±

    ¡°Howe you didn¡¯te with my brother? Did he give you grief again? Liz, you¡¯re such a knockout.

    Dump him and find someone who¡¯s attentive. Or hey, wait for me to grow up; that works too.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. The kid was barely out of short pants and he was talking about being

    attentive?

    But she yed along with a nod, ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s the n.¡±

    Before she knew it, Joseph fished out a phone from under the covers and hollered into it, ¡°Remington,

    you hear that? Liz is over you!¡±

    Joseph hung up, grinning at Lizetta, ¡°If you¡¯re ticked off, he¡¯s gotta know. You can¡¯t bottle it up; that

    way, he cane and sweet¨Ctalk you.¡±

    ¡°Look at you, all wise beyond your years,¡± Lizetta gave the boy¡¯s head a gentle smack.

    As if Remington would ever sweet¨Ctalk her.

    ¡°Ageism, much? Us grade¨Cschoolers know all about romance.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s puppy love, and it¡¯s a no¨Cgo. You¡¯re not allowed!¡±

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    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t give the snot¨Cnosed girls at school the time of day.¡±

    ¡°As if you¡¯re not a snot¨Cnosed kid yourself.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m not.¡±

    Joseph¡¯seback was cut short by a loud, uncontroble fart. Lizetta just shook her head,ughing

    Joseph buried himself under the covers in a huff, and Lizetta went to pull the nket back, ¡°You¡¯re not

    actually enjoying the smell, aren¡¯t you? Come on, lift it up.¡±

    Out of the seven Dashiell kids, Joseph was the baby and way younger than the rest. He¡¯d always been

    super clingy with Lizetta; they were tight like siblings.

    Joseph kicked around under the covers, and then popped his head out, sneakily sidling up to Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz, did my brother give you the jade bracelet yesterday?¡±

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    Lizetta froze, and then swiftly changed the subject,

    ¡°Still got a fever today?¡± She reached out to check his forehead

    But Joseph wasn¡¯t easily fooled. He grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand and started rolling her sleeve up

    ¡°Howe it¡¯s not there? I¡¯m gonna grill him about this!¡±

    The kid was about to vault off the bed when Lizetta felt a warm rush of concern for his illness.

    Just then, a man¡¯s voice came from the door, ¡°What are you gonna grill me about?¡±

    Lizetta turned to see Remington striding in. He was talking to Joseph, but his deep eyes were locked

    on Lizetta.

    Lizetta quickly looked away, not keen on sharing the same air with him

    ¡°I¡¯m off to wash some fruit.¡±

    She brushed past Remington and headed to the mini¨Ckitchen, with Josephis voice trailing behind her.

    ¡°Remington, you didn¡¯t give Liz our family¡¯s heirloom bracelet? I¡¯m telling you, I¡¯d only let it go if it¡¯s for

    Liz Otherwise, I¡¯d make Mom save it for my future bride.¡±

    Lizetta had just reached the kitchen when she froze at the sound of Joseph¡¯s yelp.

    ¡°Ow!¡±

    Remington had smacked the back of the little rascal¡¯s head.

    ¡°Kids should butt out of grown¨Cups¡® business!¡±

    Lizetta closed the kitchen door, her lips pressed white. The bracelet went to Evelina. So, Remington

    didn¡¯t even think it was worth exining or giving his own wife the time of day, huh?

    But what Lizetta couldn¡¯t fathom was why Remington wouldn¡¯t just sign the divorce papers and marry

    Evelinal already.

    ¡°I get it. If you like a girl, you gotta treat her right, or careful, Liz will bolt, and then it¡¯ll be a Herculean

    task for you to win back her heart!¡±

    Remington sat on the couch, legs crossed, replying to emails, clearly not giving a rat¡¯s about the

    kiddo¡¯s advice. Joseph felt slighted and couldn¡¯t resist the gossip.

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    ¡°Don¡¯t kid yourself, girls these days are running the show. In our ss, Lisa and Leo were an item, but

    when Leo shared his only piece of chocte with E, Lisa dumped him after ss and hooked up with

    Jerry. She even ratted Leo out to the teacher for sneaking his phone into ss to y games. Now

    Leo¡¯s parents are being called in! Scary, right?¡±

    Remington couldn¡¯t care less about the drama over a piece of chocte. He stood up, his gaze slightly

    darkening, ¡°Zip it!¡±

    Joseph was still a bit scared of him, pouting and muttering. ¡°You¡¯ll regret this.¡±

    Lizetta was peeling an apple when a pair of arms reached around from behind and tightened around

    her waist.

    Her back was suddenly pressed against the broad, firm chest of a man, and his scent filled her nostrils.

    Lizetta stiffened, and Remington rested his head on her slender shoulders, his voice cold and low in

    her ear, ¡°Who¡¯re you nning to hook up with after dumping me?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips, ¡°Once we¡¯re divorced, it¡¯s none of your business who I¡¯m with!¡±

    ¡°We¡¯re not getting divorced!¡±

    He said it with such conviction, as if Lizetta had no say in the matter concerning their marriage.

    Lizetta mmed the fruit knife into the apple, ¡°Whether we divorce or not isn¡¯t just up to you.¡±

    She broke free from Remington and left the room with the fruit te, grabbing her bag on the way out

    and patting Joseph on the head.

    ¡°I¡¯lle to see you tomorrow.¡±

    Joseph blinked, ¡°Liz, you¡¯re not going home with Remington?¡±

    ¡°He just got here; let him spend some time with you,¡± Lizetta didn¡¯t nce at Remington, who was

    emerging. from the kitchen, and walked out.

    ¡°Remington, is Liz really over you?¡± The door closed, and Joseph¡¯s eyes widened in concern.

    ¡°We¡¯re fine; just do what the doctor says.¡±

    He was about to leave, and of course, Joseph wouldn¡¯t stop him but couldn¡¯t help worrying.

    ¡°Remington, charm Liz a little; she¡¯s easy to win over!¡±

    As Remington left the hospital room, he ran into a nurse pushing a medical cart to draw blood from

    Joseph.

    Watching the nurse go in, Remington narrowed his eyes and instructed Cedric, ¡°Check into Joseph¡¯s

    illness.¡±

    Just amon cold, why the daily blood tests?

    After a day of sses, Lizetta¡¯s foot injury had worsened.

    She had intended to catch the subway after leaving the hospital, but severe foot pain made her call a

    rideshare instead.

    She leaned against a tree, waiting by the roadside.

    A ck Bentley slowed to a stop, the window halfway down. Under the dim light before the street

    lamps were lit, the driver¡¯s chiseled profile and cool, jade¨Clike fingers resting on the steering wheel

    were distinctly visible.

    He nced over, ¡°Come home with me.¡±

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    Lizetta looked through the car window at the man, wondering if it was her decision to divorce that made

    her feel so distant from him, despite being so close.

    She shook her head at Remington, ¡°I¡¯ve ordered a ride, and I¡¯ve already moved my stuff out. I won¡¯t be

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    back.¡±

    His fingers tapped on the steering wheel a few times, a sign of his growing impatience.

    ¡°Lizetta, get in the car; do as you¡¯re told!¡±

    Lizetta had followed Remington¡¯s words for fourteen years, but he never fell for her. She¡¯d grown up

    now and didn¡¯t want to obey anymore.

    Lizetta suppressed the sourness at the tip of her nose and shook her head firmly at Remington, ¡°Check

    your schedule and let¡¯s go get the papers to end this.¡±

    Divorce was mentioned three times in as many sentences, and Remington¡¯s handsome face visibly

    darkened.

    Another car came from behind and honked.

    Remington had probably run out of patience with her. He looked away, rolled up the window, and drove

    off. Lizetta¡¯s clenched fist slowly rxed, she bowed her head to hide her teary eyes.

    A low¨Ckey white BMW pulled up in front of her, and the man who stepped out was lean and well¨C

    proportioned, with refined features and silver¨Crimmed sses adding a touch of gentle schrly

    charm.

    ¡°Hogan?¡±

    As Lizetta expressed her surprise, Hogan had already walked around the car and opened the

    passenger door.

    ¡°Where are you headed, Lizetta? Get in, I¡¯ll give you a ride.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s okay. I¡¯ve ordered a ride; it should be here any time.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve got some new information about your brother to share with you.¡±

    Hogan was Lizetta¡¯s senior in high school and studied dance under the same teacher as her, Yovnne.

    He was also the primary doctor treating her older brother, Thaddeus, who had been in a vegetative

    state after a car ident a year ago, with Hogan tirelessly working on his case.

    Lizetta canceled the rideshare and got into the car, immediately anxious to know more.

    ¡°Hogan, what¡¯s happened to my brother?¡±

    She¡¯d been too busy the past few days and hadn¡¯t had time to visit Thaddeus.

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    Thaddeus was the only one in the Gardenia family who was decent to Lizetta.

    Hans was a boozing gambler who beat his wife, and Jolin was a selfish jerk who only looked out for

    number.

    one.

    At ten, Thaddeus was Lizetta¡¯s lifeline, and when they couldn¡¯t escape, he¡¯d just hug her tight and take

    the beating with her.

    One blizzardy night, Hans lost big at gambling and, drunk as a skunk, beat Lizetta to within an inch of

    her life.

    Thaddeus, hearing the news, hopped the school fence and raced home to find Lizetta had chomped off

    one of Hans¡® ears but was also nearly beaten to death herself, with blood everywhere.

    Thaddeus carried Lizetta on his back and scampered to the Hawthorne family mansion for help, yet the

    latter were busy throwing a fancy shindig on a yacht for Evelina¡¯s first violin gig.

    With no other choice, he trudged three hours in the night to the Dashiell family vi, kneeling outside

    that was how Lizetta ended up getting taken in.

    Time flew, and fourteen years zoomed by. Back then, Thaddeus fought for a chance at life for Lizetta,

    and now she wasn¡¯t about to give up on him.

    ¡°Don¡¯t sweat it, your brother¡¯s stable, and Astoria¡¯s setting up ab specially for wakinga patients.

    I¡¯m thinking of sending your brother there, especially since you aced Master Dories¡® interview and

    you¡¯re heading. to Astoria too.¡±

    ¡°Being a medical guinea pig?¡± Lizetta hesitated.

    Hogan nodded, ¡°The lead prof, Professor Cohen, is a brain whiz. I swear, your brother won¡¯t be worse

    off there. And I wouldn¡¯t dare pull a fast one on you, tough girl.¡±

    Hogan feigned fear.

    Lizetta thought back to when they first met in the first year, taking shelter from the rain under an eave.

    She mistook him for a creep copping a feel and pped him hard, telling him to get lost.

    He didn¡¯t even exin, just walked off into the rain, and only then did she realize a broken sign was to

    me. for the ¡°assault¡°.

    The next day, she ran into Hogan again, and they were both wearing the same hoodie by coincidence.

    She rushed over to apologize, but he backed off defensively, pointing at his clothes..

    ¡°I¡¯m really not a creep.¡±

    Lizetta was mortified, even thinking about it made her face turn red. She covered her face, ¡°Hogan,

    let¡¯s not bring that up.¡±

    Hogan chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his sses.

    ¡°By the way, won¡¯t the treatment cost a fortune?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it won¡¯t break the bank. Plus, I¡¯m nning to hit the books again and might join the

    institute.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s amazing! Hogan, I can¡¯t thank you enough!¡± Lizetta was over the moon, a huge weight lifted off

    her shoulders.

    Thaddeus had been out for a year, and with each passing day, the odds of waking up dwindled. Now, at

    least there was a glimmer of hope.

    ¡°Maybe treat me to a meal? But you gotta cook it yourself. We¡¯ll be schoolmates again in Astoria, so I¡¯ll

    be expecting you to look out for me.¡±

    Hogan nced at her with a smile as refreshing as a gentle breeze. Both Hogan and Master Dories

    had the

    same alma mater.

    ¡°No prob,¡± Lizetta nodded, her smile beaming with hope for the future.

    ¡°Did you pick your audition piece yet?¡±

    ¡°I haven¡¯t even made it past the resume.¡±

    ¡°No way you won¡¯t make it. Get ready for the audition, Master Dories¡® tour is hitting our country next

    month, and the audition might just be then.¡±

    Lizetta figured Hogan made sense and nodded.

    ¡°I¡¯veposed a new piece, thinking of choreographing it for the dance. What do you think, Hogan?¡±

    ¡°Sounds like a ster idea.¡±

    They chatted away, oblivious to the icy gaze of a man in a ck Bentley, who watched them through

    two panes of ss.

    When the car pulled up to Yndaplex, Lizetta fumbled with her seatbelt, caught on her clothes.

    ¡°Let me check.¡±

    Hogan leaned over to help her out.

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    ¡°All good,¡± he smiled at her, their faces inches apart for a moment.

    Feeling a tad ufortable, Lizetta quickly thanked him and got out, waving through the window.

    ¡°Drive safe on your way back, Hogan.¡±

    The oldplex¡¯s driveway was tight, and Lizetta watched until Hogan safely drove off before heading

    inside.

    It was pitch ck; the motion¨Csensor light was kaput. Just as Lizetta reached for her phone for light, a

    strong force suddenly gripped her waist.

    ¡°Ah!¡± Lizetta cried out, her back mming against the wall.

    ¡°So lovey¨Cdovey, can¡¯t bear to part, huh? Is he your new sugar daddy? Dumbass, you think he¡¯s Mr.

    Nice Guy?¡± Came the chilling voice of a man.

    Lizetta recognized the voice, her legs giving out before being hoisted back against the wall by her

    waist. She red at his blurry handsome face and, peeved, decided to rile him up with some biting

    sarcasm.

 Chapter 14

    ¡°So what? He might not be great, but he¡¯s still better than you!¡±

    ¡°Ha, better than me? And you let him kiss you? Don¡¯t forget, Mrs. Dashiell, we¡¯re not divorced yet!¡±

    Lizetta froze, realizing that Remington had gotten the wrong idea.

    She instinctively wanted to exin, her lips barely parting when she heard the man¡¯s chilly voice again,

    ¡°Can¡¯t stand being alone, huh? No wonder you dared to jump into my bed at eighteen!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes trembled; her blood ran cold. Holding back tears, she said, ¡°Yeah, so you better sign the

    agreement fast, to save yourself from getting cuckolded. Ah!¡±

    Before she could finish, he pinched her jaw with his fingers, ¡°Is divorce the only thing you¡¯ve got to talk

    to me about now?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curled slightly, ¡°Right, why would I keep around a man who won¡¯t even kiss me? To watch

    him turn into a grumpy old man?¡±

    Remington¡¯s aura grew even colder, his fingers lifting her chin slightly.

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    She was forced to tilt her head back; her slender neck stretched to a nearly breaking curve, reflecting a

    soft glow in the dim light.

    His thumb and forefinger applied a little pressure, and Lizetta¡¯s lips uncontrobly parted like a fish

    gasping for air.

    ¡°You¡¯re that desperate for a man¡¯s kiss? Fine, I¡¯ll indulge you.¡±

    His voice was cold, but the breath on Lizetta¡¯s nose was scorching.

    Adjusting to the dim light, Lizetta red, watching as his handsome and unapproachable face drew

    closer.

    Her heart pounded like a drum, yet tears filled her eyes. How much she had once longed for his kiss.

    But not like this, not with such humiliating cruelty.

    The crisp sound of a p echoed in the dim hallway, and the faulty sensor light, joining in at the wrong

    time, suddenly lit up.

    The man tilted his head slightly, his thin lips pressed into an unhappy line, his sharp jawline even more

    resolute, his pale cheek flushed red, as if a cold mist hovered around him.

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned pale as tears streamed down her cheeks.

    The air seemed to stop flowing. The sensor light went out silently again, as if even it was intimidated by

    the man¡¯s formidable presence.

    Just as Lizetta felt she couldn¡¯t bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Remington let her go.

    Without a word, he turned and walked out of the building.

    His tall silhouette blocked the moonlight, casting a silvery glow on his broad shoulders, silent and

    traceless.

    Only when he disappeared did Lizetta gasp for air; hands trembling, she copsed to the ground. After

    a while, she got up and climbed the stairs.

    In the car, Remington lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the smoke drifted from his thin lips. He

    touched his slightly numb right cheek with his tongue.

    The littledy sure packed a punch. He looked up, his deep eyes reflecting a dim light. Seeing the

    sixth¨Cfloor light turn on, he reached out to crush the cigarette butt, and drove away.

    ¡°I think I saw Remington¡¯s car. Did he give you a ride home?¡±

    Ynda asked loudly as she walked in the door. Lizetta, sitting on the sofa applying medicine, flinched

    at the

    thought of that p.

    ¡°Ouch.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re such a klutz; don¡¯t move. I¡¯ll do it!¡±

    Ynda hurried over, took the cotton swab, and carefully treated Lizetta¡¯s wounds.

    Lizetta smiled, ¡°Yoli, what would I do without you?¡±

    Hans was abusive, and Lizetta often hid at Ynda¡¯s ce in the same building. Ynda¡¯s parents

    favored sons over daughters and were not well¨Coff, so Ynda saved her own food for Lizetta.

    The two girls, bonded through hardships, were as close as sisters. They were the same age, and while

    Lizetta had skipped grades and graduated in four years, Ynda was still a junior. She rented this one¨C

    bedroom apartment to make working easier.

    ¡°d that you know it; you¡¯re the genius beauty, and I¡¯m determined to cling to your coattails, so get

    your act together and repay me! If you ask me, you should take a good chunk out of Remington in the

    divorce, why let that witch benefit?¡±

    Lizetta gave a bitter smile. If she and Remington were a normal couple, she certainly wouldn¡¯t walk

    away empty¨Chanded.

    But she was raised by the Dashiell family, and that debt of gratitude weighed too heavy. She couldn¡¯t

    hold her head high in this marriage, and she had no right to im any property.

    ¡°He won¡¯t sign the divorce papers.¡±

    ¡°Tsk, he doesn¡¯t want you, but you can¡¯t dump him first. The prouder the man, the more it¡¯s like this.

    Remington¡¯s just amon Joe!¡±

    Ynda shook her head, feeling Lizetta deserved better. Lizetta¡¯s eyes dimmed.

    Yeah, she thought so too. Remington wouldn¡¯t care for her, and he certainly wouldn¡¯t suddenly fall in

    love with her. It was just a bruised ego.

 Chapter 15

    Remington hit the road, and before he knew it, he was cruising into Oakridge Heights.

    Oakridge Heights was pitch ck, not a single light on. He kinda regretteding back here, but since

    he was already here, he got out of the car and walked into the foyer.

    After getting hitched, he didn¡¯te back here that often, but whenever he did, the ce was always lit

    up like a Christmas tree, with a cheery littledy rushing to greet him, fussing over whether he was

    hungry or cold.

    Back in the day, he thought he wasn¡¯t cut out for that kind of doting wife waiting for him at home, but

    now he realized, he didn¡¯t get used to this destion.

    It was so cold it chilled him to the bone.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell? I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t know you¡¯d being home tonight.¡±

    The lights flickered on with a click. It was Edith who had heard the car and scurried over from the guest

    house.

    Edith was kinda puzzled why he was stumbling around in the dark, and she tentatively asked, ¡°Have

    you had dinner? Shall I whip something up?¡±

    The man climbed the spiral staircase without looking back, leaving just a few words behind, ¡°No need,

    go get

    some rest.¡±

    Remington pushed open the master bedroom door; the room was tidy, no different from usual. Except

    for the absence of that graceful figure, it felt hollow. His gaze swept around, finallynding on the

    vanity.

    On the rosewood surfacey two pieces of jewelry, resting silently. Besides the earrings, there was also

    a wedding ring. Sparkling and splendid, yet unadmired.

    Remington let out a coldugh and muttered under his breath, ¡°Easy to win her over? My foot.¡±

    He couldn¡¯t win her over, and instead got pped by her. Now he truly believed that woman was dead

    set on getting a divorce!

    Just then, Remington¡¯s phone buzzed. It was Cedric calling, ¡°Boss, Joseph¡¯s condition has taken a turn

    for the worse. The medical team is all here. You shoulde and talk to them for the details.¡±

    After rushing to the hospital and talking with the medical team until past midnight, the man stood alone

    by the window, his expression heavy. He hadn¡¯t expected his brother¡¯s illness to be so stubborn, and

    the doctor¡¯s words weighed heavily on him.

    He probably got it wrong about the condoms and Lizetta. Thinking of the woman who had stormed out,

    Remington pinched the bridge of his nose.

    In the dead of night, Lizetta was half¨Casleep when her phone kept buzzing. She rolled over, grabbed

    her phone. and saw that Remington had sent her a photo.

    In the picture, a man¡¯s strong, attractive fingers were ying with a pair of diamond earrings. The

    earrings and the wedding ring on his finger were reflecting each other in a weirdly intimate way.

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    [I¡¯ll hold onto these for you.]

    [Let me know when you¡¯reing back; I¡¯ll pick you up.]

    Lizetta stared at the screen, a bit taken aback. She thought Remington would be furious after the p,

    or at least he wouldn¡¯t bother with her anymore.

    She let out a cynical snort. Back when she used to wait for him day and night at Oakridge Heights, he

    hardly ever came back. Now that she was gone, he suddenly decided to return.

    Couldn¡¯t sleep without her? Who was he trying to fool?

    Just then, news about Remington returning from the airport with Evelina popped up again. Evelina

    wasn¡¯t a big

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    star, and the fact that the gossip was still hopping around after all this time meant someone must¡¯ve

    paid to keep it hot.

    But it also meant Remington was ying along, right? Feeling stuffy inside, Lizetta chucked her phone

    back on the nightstand, rolled over, and pulled the covers over her head, trying to get back to sleep.

    The next day.

    After wrapping up her morning tutoring session, Lizetta headed back to her modest apartment, whipped

    up at few dishes, and then went to see Joseph.

    She had the servants feed Joseph, while she sought out his doctor.

    Fiona was in poor health, and probably kept in the dark to avoid a shock. The doctors were tight¨Clipped

    about Joseph¡¯s condition, only hinting at amon cold.

    Lizetta took the initiative to bring about what she knew, and only then did the doctor reveal the severity

    of the situation.

    Exiting the doctor¡¯s office, she bumped into Hanna, who hade over. It was rare for Hanna to

    acknowledge Lizetta with a nod, but she did, instructing her, ¡°Come sit with me at the caf¨¦ across the

    street.¡±

    Lizetta followed her to the coffee shop, and they sat down facing each other. Hanna got straight to the

    point.

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    ¡°So you¡¯re up to speed on Joseph¡¯s condition, right? I know you overheard me talking with Wilma that

    night.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, about to offer Hanna a fewforting words, when she continued, ¡°You and

    Remington better get cracking on making a baby.¡±

    Lizetta choked. Clearly, her mother¨Cinw had taken the reins and decided for her. Whether or not to

    have a kid was never really her call to make.

    Thank goodness she¡¯d had enough of this life!

    ¡°There¡¯s no way Remington and I can have a child. I just asked the doctor, and he said with Joseph¡¯s

    condition¡­¡±

    Joseph¡¯s illness wasn¡¯t at the point where a bone marrow transnt was necessary, and even if it was

    an emergency, there wouldn¡¯t be time to pop out a kid. Plus, the odds of Lizetta¡¯s baby being a match

    were slim.

    With medicine advancing at lightning speed, leukemia wasn¡¯t a death sentence anymore, especially for

    a well¨Cconnected family like the Dashiells.

    Hanna was obviously freaking out, barking up the wrong tree. If having a baby was the only way to

    save Joseph, with the bond between Lizetta and Joseph, she¡¯d be willing to make that sacrifice without

    Hanna pulling all the strings.

    ¡°Shut your trap! You have to have this child!¡± Hanna cut her off.

    Seeing Lizetta frown, she softened her tone.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry; I¡¯m not expecting you to do this for free. I¡¯ll throw in 10 million if you deliver, 30 million if

    it¡¯s a match, and we can negotiate a separate price for each transfusion. As soon as you¡¯re pregnant,

    I¡¯ll advance you 2 million.¡±

    Hanna sat there, all high and mighty, stirring her coffee, as if she believed Lizetta couldn¡¯t resist such a

    juicy.

    carrot.

    Lizetta¡¯s fingers turned ice¨Ccold. In Hanna¡¯s eyes, her child was just a bargaining chip, devoid of

    emotion, to be demanded and dispensed with, just like Lizetta herself.

    She clenched her dress, her mind reying the moment Jolin had left the Dashiell family for money,

    and

    Hanna¡¯s contemptuous sneer.

    ¡°A bunch of bloodsuckers! How could Remington be outsmarted by such a woman!¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, please don¡¯t be upset. It¡¯s just 2 thousand; think of it as tossing a coin to a

    beggar.¡±

    The bitter memories made Lizetta stand up abruptly.

    ¡°To tell you the truth, my rtionship with your son is toast; we¡¯re in the middle of a divorce, so no more

    babies. You¡¯re 52, not menopausal yet, right? If you really think you need a baby to save your son, why

    don¡¯t you give it another shot? These things, you gotta do yourself; don¡¯t you think?¡±

    She grabbed her purse and left, leaving Hanna sitting there, dumbstruck, unable to believe what she¡¯d

    just heard.

    Wilma hurried over from another table.

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, what¡¯s wrong? Did Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell get under your skin again?¡±

    ¡°Ungrateful wretch! The Dashiell family really wasted their time on her; even a dog knows to be loyal to

    its master! She¡¯s making up crazy lies like divorce just to avoid having a baby!¡±

    Lizetta paused in her stride, and then walked away with even more resolve. She headed back to the

    hospital, pushed open the door to Joseph¡¯s room, and was greeted withughter and chatter ¨C Fiona

    and Remington

    were both there.

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    Seeing Lizetta, Fiona immediately waved her over, ¡°Liz,e here! Why the special treatment for

    Joseph? Am I not your favorite old baby?¡±

    The octogenarian pouted over the food, looking as forlorn as a kid fighting over candy. Lizetta

    chuckled, sat next to her, and linked arms with her, ¡°So, what do you fancy, Grandma Fiona? I¡¯ll cook

    anything for you.¡±

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    ¡°I know, Liz¡¯s sweet and sour pork is delish. That¡¯s what I¡¯m craving.¡±

    Joseph passed a piece of pork her way, but before Fiona could take a bite, Lizetta caught the scent

    and suddenly turned her head, gagging.

    Fiona¡¯s eyes lit up, pping Remington¡¯s arm excitedly, ¡°You sly dog! Is Liz pregnant? Such great

    news, and you didn¡¯t tell me!¡±

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    Lizetta frantically waved her hands, ¡°Grandma Fiona, you got it all wrong. I just caught a chill and got

    some stomach reflux these past couple of days. I just got tested the day before yesterday; definitely not

    pregnant. Remington knows.¡±

    Fiona, clinging to hope, immediately whipped her head around to look at Remington, who nodded,

    ¡°She¡¯s not

    pregnant.¡±

    The olddy¡¯s face darkened, and the hand patting Remington¡¯s arm turned into a fierce pinch.

    ¡°A man can be all high¨Cflying in his career, but if he can¡¯t take care of his wife, can¡¯t have kids, he¡¯s

    good for nothing! Tell me, you¡¯re hardly ever home, leaving your lovely wife to fend for herself. What¡¯s

    the point of having you around?¡±

    Only Fiona could talk to Remington that way; the man looked helpless.

    ¡°Lizetta and I are still young; we¡¯re not rushing to have kids.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re almost thirty; how can you not be in a hurry? I¡¯m back this time, and I won¡¯t rest until I see you

    two make a baby!¡±

    Sheid down thew, ¡°Tonight, you and Liz are moving back to the family house, and you better get

    busy making that baby!¡±

    ¡°Alright, alright, will do,¡± Remington agreed.

    ¡°What about you, Liz?¡±

    Fiona was pushing for a baby in front of the kid, and Lizetta blushed with embarrassment, worried that

    the olddy would add more, so she quickly nodded.

    ¡°I¡¯ll definitely go back to keep youpany, Grandma Fiona.¡±

    Lizetta also wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Fiona about her ns to divorce and study abroad.

    In the evening, Lizetta stepped out of Tempo Dance Studio and saw a familiar luxury car parked by the

    road.

    She hurried over, opened the door, and slid into the car, telling Cedric to ¡°Drive.¡±

    Remington looked up from his paperwork, ¡°Am I that unpresentable?¡±

    She was just a part¨Ctime teacher, and being seen getting into a luxury car could cause unnecessary

    trouble. Besides, there were two instances before when she took his car to work, and two blocks away

    from thepany building, he¡¯d tell her to get out.

    She had worked at the Group for over a year, and no one knew she was Mrs. Dashiell. The one who

    should be kept out of sight was her.

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°We¡¯re getting divorced, and I don¡¯t want anyplications.¡±

    Remington chuckled, picked up the document beside him, and tossed it to Lizetta.

    ¡°Take it back; I don¡¯t agree to the divorce. Quit your part¨Ctime job;e back to work for thepany.

    I¡¯ll pretend your little rebellion these past days never happened.¡±

    Today, when he couldn¡¯t see her bustling around, his work efficiency dropped.

    Remington¡¯s tone was domineering, and Lizetta, infuriated, picked up the divorce papers that had been

    thrown back at her.

    Why should she go back to work there?

    For the past year, she was willing to do the grunt work at thepany because she still had feelings

    for him. and wanted to make their marriage work. But even hustling under his nose every day didn¡¯t

    bring him home.

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    She was tired.

    ¡°I won¡¯t go back. I have dreams too. I¡¯m not as you say, that I couldn¡¯t live without the Dashiell family.

    I¡¯m doing fine now.¡±

    ¡°Your idea of doing fine is being a lousy dance teacher? Even when you break your leg through

    dancing, can you afford a ne?¡± Remington¡¯s gaze swept over the woman¡¯s feet.

    Her injured right foot was propped up, likely in pain. Silly woman, she was just asking for trouble!

    His disdainful tone made Lizetta feel choked up. She thought back to the phone call she got earlier in

    the afternoon.

    It was from the Dashiell Group¡¯s entertainmentpany, offering 200 grand for her new song to be

    used as the opening piece for Evelina¡¯s solo concert.

    Evelina had her parents shelling out money, and even Remington was backing her dreams to the hilt,

    while she was just fit to be a lowly clerk?

    ¡°I want to dance! I can live without jewelry. Can¡¯t I leave with nothing if we divorce?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t expect that even after he tried to hold on to her, she was still set on divorcing. An icy

    chill surrounded the man as he grasped Lizetta¡¯s chin.

    ¡°You came to the Dashiell family at eight, living in luxury until now. Do you need me to do the math for

    you? Divorce is fine, but I don¡¯t make bad deals. Pay up 3 million; then we¡¯ll talk!¡±

    Lizetta clenched her fists, her eyes widening in disbelief.

    ¡°3 million? Mr. Dashiell, you sure know the secret to wealth. Marry and divorce once a year, and you¡¯d

    get rich without lifting a finger.¡±

    Remington snorted, ¡°A measly 3 million a year, I wouldn¡¯t stoop to trading my marriage for that.

    Besides, in this world, you¡¯re the only ingrate who grew up on the Dashiell dime and still thinks of

    leaving the Dashiell family.¡±

    Lizetta was so angry she wanted to bite him, but the man, as if anticipating her move, lifted his hand

    from her chin to pinch her cheeks.

    Lizetta¡¯s face was scrunched up like a duck, and she was puffing with anger.

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    ¡°If you can¡¯t pay up, then behave yourself.¡±

    Tears welled up in her eyes, and only then did Remington let go.

    He flicked open his lighter with a click and set the divorce papers alight, tossing them into the trash

    can.

    Lizetta stared nkly at the mes, ¡°If you won¡¯t divorce, what about Evelina?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s none of your concern!¡±

    So; he nned to keep both her and Evelina? What a jerk!

    Lizetta turned her head away, fuming, when Remington suddenly said, ¡°Take it off; let me see.¡±

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    ¡°Shoes, you say?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t utter a word, but his eyes were dripping with sarcasm, as if he was saying, ¡°What else

    did you think you¡¯d be taking off?¡±

    Lizetta, fuming, turned her head away, ignoring him. The man frowned, forcibly lifted her leg onto his

    knee to check her injury, and only let go when he saw it was healing well.

    The ride back was silent; neither of them spoke a word. When they arrived at the Dashiell family¡¯s

    mansion, Lizetta opened the car door, ready to get out, when her right hand was suddenly gripped

    tight.

    Turning around, she saw the man lifting her hand and sliding a ring onto her ring finger.

    It was the wedding ring that she had taken off and left at Oakridge Heights, along with her earrings.

    Lizetta was stunned ¨C after all, this was the first time he¡¯d put the ring on her. They hadn¡¯t had a

    wedding ceremony; he¡¯d gone abroad the same day they got their marriage certificate and was gone

    for months.

    The wedding ring had been prepared by Fiona; Lizetta had put it on herself and never took it off again,

    while Remington only started wearing his a yearter, after they had resumed marital rtions.

    To her, the ring symbolized the marriage, but what she ended up defending was nothing more than the

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    Lizetta thought about taking it off, but Remington suddenly intertwined their fingers, ¡°Grandma¡¯s been

    unwelltely; don¡¯t be so headstrong!¡±

    He warned her, his knuckles pressing hard, causing a slight pain where the wedding ring chafed

    against her finger.

    Lizetta thought Remington was just trying to scare her, but upon entering the living room, she saw the

    olddy taking her medication.

    The pills were in handfuls, the dosage not like before. Lizetta didn¡¯t dare bring up divorce and went to

    make some of her favorite dishes instead.

    Right before dinner, Hanna and Remington¡¯s father Nathan came home.

    On seeing Lizetta, Hanna let out a scornfulugh, her eyes brimming with disdain, ¡°Making a fuss

    about divorce and then crawling back to the house ¨C shameless, spineless creature!¡±

    As Lizetta entered the kitchen, Hanna followed her in.

    Stirring the soup, Lizetta turned and smiled at her, ¡°Yeah, how could I give up the Dashiell family¡¯s

    wealth and glory?¡±

    She yed along with Hanna¡¯s insinuations, which only darkened Hanna¡¯s mood further, ¡°You finally

    admit it. I should show Remington this side of you!¡± Hanna spun on her heel and stormed out.

    Lizetta only made the olddy¡¯s favorite dishes, leaving the rest to the servants. After leaving the

    kitchen, she headed straight to Fiona¡¯s bedroom.

    To her surprise, Remington was also there. The olddy, propped up in bed, beckoned, ¡°Liz,e

    here¡±

    Sitting beside the bed, Lizetta took her hand, and the olddy asked, ¡°Are you two getting a divorce

    without telling me?¡±

    Lizetta was startled; this was her chance to tell Fiona about her ns to divorce and go study abroad.

    But the olddy¡¯s eyes were so sad and worried, as if she had aged a decade in a moment. The hand

    Lizetta held was thin and trembling.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips moved, but the words wouldn¡¯te out.

    While she was hesitating, Remington pulled her into his embrace, ¡°Grandma Fiona, we¡¯re doing good

    Right, honey?¡± Head down, he whispered in her ear.

    His breath brushed against her ear, sending a tingling sensation straight to her heart. It was the first

    time he called her ¡°honey¡°, and even if it was just for grandma¡¯s sake, Lizetta felt her defenses

    crumble.

    Blushing, she murmured, ¡°Yeah, we¡¯re good.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m not so easily fooled. I was recuperating at the sanitarium on the outskirts, and Remington insisted

    on bringing me back. Was it because you two had a tiff and he couldn¡¯t smooth it over, so he dragged

    me back with all my old bones? I¡¯m not confused; I see it all clearly. Are you going to admit it, boy?¡±

    Fiona looked at Remington, and Lizetta, surprised, also turned to him. Was it just as grandma said?

    Unable to appease her, Remington had fetched grandma to persuade her.

    Remington¡¯s expression remained calm, ¡°Grandma Fiona, you¡¯re the sharpest tool in the shed, nothing

    gets past you.¡±

    He admitted it! Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat, staring at Remington.

    Previously, she thought his refusal to divorce was about saving face or even getting back at her, not

    about holding onto her.

    But now, she thought perhaps, Remington wasn¡¯t as ruthless as she thought he was; perhaps, he

    somewhat cared about their marriage.

    ¡°Come on, say something nice to Liz!¡±

    Urged by Fiona, Remington gave a reluctant smile, his handsome features lighting up. With a casual

    turn of his head, his gaze met Lizetta¡¯s straight on.

    Her ears turned red on spot, and her heart fluttered even more. At the sight of Lizetta¡¯s blushing and

    cute demeanor, Remington¡¯s breath hitched, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing.

    He lifted his hand, gently tousled her hair, and said hoarsely, ¡°Honey, let¡¯s not divorce, okay?¡±

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    Those tender gazes, endearing touches, and lingering words, almost whispered as if from a lover.

    It was all that Lizetta had ever dreamed of.

    Her mouth was parched, her tongue bound with anxiety.

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    Her heart felt enveloped in warm water, soothing and inviting, irresistibly so.

    But this sudden euphoria was as fleeting as bubbles in the mist, she cannot grasp it.

    She bit her lip, wrestling with her fears, too terrified to speak up, thinking that there might be doom

    await her.

    Seeing this, Fiona nudged Remington.

    ¡°It¡¯s all due to you! Always gallivanting around, neglecting Liz. You must promise to be home every day

    from now on and treat Liz correctly! Otherwise, you don¡¯t deserve her forgiveness.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s fingers writhed with nervousness, but finally, she mustered her courage to nce up at

    Remington.

    Would he assent?

    With a subtle upward curl of his lips, Remington acquiesced, ¡°Yes, yes, I¡¯ll do as you say.¡±

    The olddy nodded in content and turned to Lizetta, ¡°Well, girl?¡±

    The man also turned his attention toward Lizetta, scrutinizing her countenance.

    A sour sensation filled her heart, but she couldn¡¯t resist.

    ¡°Okay.¡±

    Fiona then chortled with joy, intertwining Lizetta¡¯s and Remington¡¯s hands.

    ¡°Alright then, granny can be at peace. I¡¯m just anticipating the day when I¡¯ll hold my great¨Cgrandsons

    and great¨Cgranddaughters.¡±

    Stepping out from Fiona¡¯s room with servants bustling around, Lizetta tried to slip her hand out of his

    grip.

    But Remington held firm. She looked up at him.

    ¡°Stay at the old house tonight. Tomorrow, I¡¯ll help you move your stuff back to Oakridge Heights?¡±

    Since she had agreed to granny, Lizetta decided to give it another go.

    She nodded, ¡°Okay.¡±

    She seemed to have returned to that docile girl from the past. Remington looked deeply into her eyes,

    and he squeezed her hand before releasing it.

    His gaze made Lizetta¡¯s heart flutter, and she said, ¡°I¡¯ll go check on the kitchen.¡±

    ¡°Alright, go ahead.¡±

    Lizetta ran into the kitchen, and didn¡¯t emerge until dinner was ready.

    By then, Remington and Nathan were talking in the upstairs study. Fiona asked her to go call them

    down.

    On reaching the study door, Lizetta was about to knock but realized it was slightly ajar. Nathan¡¯s

    authoritative voice came from inside.

    ¡°Starlight Group¡¯s three key billion¨Cdor projectsunch this year, and your personal image is linked to

    thepany¡¯s. We can¡¯t risk any stock market turbulence now! You can spoil Evelina all you want

    behind closed doors, but now is not the time for a divorce. After this period, you can do whatever you

    want.¡±

    ¡°I know what I¡¯m doing, just leave it.¡±

    Lizetta froze at Remington¡¯s detached reply. He hadn¡¯t rified the matter with Evelina, nor had he

    denied Nathan¡¯s words.

    ¡°I know what I¡¯m doing¡°.

    Was this the reason he wouldn¡¯t divorce, pulling out all stops to keep her? Solely for thepany¡¯s

    image, and she had foolishly fell for it all!

    Her legs weakened, and she spun around to leave.

    In just half an hour, her heart felt shattered, pieced back together, lifted and then crushed, beyond any

    hope of repair.

    Leaning against the wall, Lizetta gasped for air beforeposing herself to head downstairs, only to

    realize she was standing outside Lucian Dashiell¡¯s room.

    Four years ago, the fifth young master Lucian decided to be a professional racer. When his family

    disapproved, he went abroad and never returned.

    His room had always been locked, but now the door was slightly ajar.

    Surprised, Lizetta pushed the door open and stepped inside, when her phone rang. It was Hogan. She

    picked it

    1. up.

    ¡°Liz, great news! Your application was epted, Master Dories will personally interview you during

    next month¡¯s tour!¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected such good news so soon, and she jumped with glee.

    ¡°Really? I¡¯m ecstatic! Ah!¡±

    She twirled in excitement, oblivious to the dark figure outside, which caught her off guard with a shriek.

    Lizetta quickly moved sideways, ¡°I have something going on here, I¡¯ll have to hang up.¡±

    After disconnecting, she turned and staggered into the man¡¯s firm chest, her nose reddening.

    ¡°Ocf. Why stalk me like that, as silent as a specter!¡±

    Remington took another step closer. Lizetta backed against the wall.

    He reached out, cornering her against the door with a jeering smile.

    ¡°Skulking in the dark, who are you longing for?¡±

    Recalling his icy demeanor, strikingly dissimr to his tenderness in Fiona¡¯s room, and reying what

    he had just said, she scoffed at herself mockingly.

    She had been so naive to cling to her fantasies.

    She calmly retired, impatiently, ¡°I was just on the phone with my senior brother. Didn¡¯t you hear?¡±

    ¡°Is that so?¡± Remington seemed skeptical, his aura frigid.

    ¡°Keep your distance.¡± Lizetta found it hard to breathe.

    When Remington thought of the night was pressed close with Hogan in the car, he didn¡¯t relent but

    instead bent his knee, trapping her even more snugly between his body and the wall.

    ¡°Heh, you say I am too close, who do you want to be close with? Your oh¨Cso¨Crighteous senior

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    Being a man, Hogan¡¯s intention was crystal clear to Remington.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face was as cold as frost, but Lizetta found him inexplicably strange.

    ¡°He just called to tell me that my elder brother¡¯s health is stable.¡±

    She didn¡¯t dare let Remington know that she was secretly preparing to study abroad.

    After all, he hadn¡¯t even agreed to a divorce, let alone thinking about studying abroad.

    But she had made up her mind and wouldn¡¯t be deceived into changing it again!

    Remington, with eyes deep as the abyss, said, ¡°Should I get you a mirror to see that guilty look on your

    face?¡± He knew her too well, including the way she lied.

    The cleverest lies were those mixed with truth and falsehood, so Lizetta says, ¡°He also mentioned that

    there¡¯s a medical institution abroad dedicated to awakeningatose patients, and we could send my

    elder brother there.¡±

    But the old fox isn¡¯t talking about the grapes.

    Remington snorted, ¡°I¡¯ll arrange another esteemed physician for your brother.¡±

    The man¡¯s making announcements, not asking opinions. He unterally ended the conversation and

    opened the door to leave.

    Desperate, Lizetta grabbed his arm.

    ¡°I¡¯ve discussed it with him! We¡¯re getting divorced, I don¡¯t want to be a bother to you anymore.¡±

    ¡°Bother him instead of me? What¡¯s your rtionship with him? Also, do you have a goldfish memory

    and have you forgotten what you just agreed to?¡±

    Lizetta snickered, ¡°That was just a line for granny. With a jerk like you, I¡¯m afraid of getting clogged milk

    ducts if we don¡¯t divorce!¡±

    ¡°Say that again, Lizetta!¡± Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened, as if he wanted to strangle her.

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    With cold determination, Lizetta stomped hard on his foot.

    Seizing the moment of his distraction, she slipped away in front of him.

    At the dinner table, Remington sat down next to Lizetta with a grim face, and Fiona red at him

    unhappily.

    ¡°Think you were born too fair¨Cskinned? Who¡¯re you scowling at? If you¡¯re not helpful, at least serve

    your wife a bowl of soup.¡±

    ¡°Granny, she specifically mentioned not wanting to bother me.¡± Remington looked at Lizetta, one

    eyebrow raised, ¡°Right, Mrs. Dashiell?¡±

    He drew everyone¡¯s attention, and Lizetta did not dare let him serve her soup.

    She stood up, ¡°I¡¯ll serve Granny the soup. I¡¯ve made her favorite carp, tofu, and mushroom soup. It¡¯s

    very fresh¡±

    ¡°Lizetta¡¯s the obedient one,¡± Hanna sarcastically remarked.

    In the past, Lizetta would have timidly served soup to everyone at the table, trying to please Hanna.

    But today, she ignored Hanna and sat down, prompting Hanna to resume her sarcastic remarks.

    ¡°It seems like we, the parents, don¡¯t deserve to drink this soup.¡±

    Fiona red at her, ¡°If you want soup, serve yourself. I bet Remington¡¯sck of handses from

    following you.¡±

    Hanna tried to say more, but Nathan cut in, ¡°Let¡¯s eat¡±

    Hanna shut up, but her expression turned even sourer.

    Fiona wasn¡¯t satisfied and threw Remington a look.

    ¡°No hands, no heart, and no words! Only Liz would marry you out of charity, otherwise, I bet you could

    never find a wife or father children in your lifetime.¡±

    What on earth had this scoundrel done to make the wife he just won over slip away again?

    The olddy had a headache.

    Hanna, disliking Fiona¡¯s words, chimed in again, ¡°Mom, you¡¯re being unfair. There are plenty of fine

    ladies out there dying to marry Remington.¡±

    Fiona was displeased, ¡°Liz grew up under my care. How can those outside vixenspare? She¡¯s also

    my lifesaver! Not to mention the flood ofdies, even a fairy descended from heaven, she would have

    to stand aside!¡±

    When Lizetta was five, Rachel Hawthorne brought her over for a visit. Fiona fainted from a heart

    condition in the secluded greenhouse, and the heavy wooden door was identally locked by the

    servants. Little Lizetta, by chance, was there, frantically banging on the door and screaming, attracting

    everyone and saved the olddy just in time,

    Later, it was discovered that the little girl¡¯s delicate hands were swollen like buns, and she nearly lost

    her voice. from shouting.

    Because of this incident, Thaddeus, having no other options, dared to kneel before the Dashiell family,

    begging them to take in Lizetta,

    Onlyter did Lizetta learn that Fiona wasn¡¯t actually home that night; it was Remington who decided to

    keep her.

    ¡°Mom, those are old stories. Besides, didn¡¯t the Dashiell family raise her too? You can¡¯t y favorites

    forever. And as for having children, it¡¯s up to the woman¡¯s ability. I haven¡¯t spared any efforts to consult

    doctors and get medicine for Lizetta these past two years. Your cherished granddaughter¨Cinw

    neither appreciates it nor cooperates, so how can you me Remington?¡±

    Fiona frowned, ¡°With good seeds, even a desert can bloom into an oasis! In the end, it¡¯s the man who

    is inadequate! Tina, serve the tonic soup prepared for Remington.¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t expect the conversation to circle back and hit him.

    The dark brown soup was brought over, emitting a less¨Cthan¨Cpleasant aroma.

    ¡°Granny, perhaps we don¡¯t need the tonic soup?¡±

    Remington sighed helplessly, while Fionaughed and pulled Lizetta¡¯s hand.

    ¡°Whether you need it or not, is up to your wife to decide.¡±

    Lizetta looked over, meeting Remington¡¯s somewhat amused gaze.

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    Over the past two years, though Hanna knew full well that Remington never came home, she still kept

    feeding her those bitter tonic brews that were supposed to help with childbirth, just to torment her.

    Lizetta, in love with Remington, wanted to manage their marriage and her rtionship with her mother¨C

    inw well, enduring everything that came her way.

    Now that Remington was the one being fed the soup, Lizetta couldn¡¯t care less.

    She turned her head away, pretending not to see.

    Remington immediately received a ¡°useless thing¡± look from Fiona.

    Remington couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, ¡°Alright, Grandma, I¡¯ll drink it all, making sure not a drop is

    wasted¨Cyour kind intentions are not in vain.¡±

    He was talking to the olddy, but his eyes never left Lizetta, biting off his words with a hint of

    something

    more.

    Lizetta felt a shiver down her spine under his gaze, thinking to herself that Remington and Hanna were

    truly mother and son.

    ¡ª-

    Caught between their res, it felt like being between ice and fire at the same time she couldn¡¯t even

    taste a thing she ate.

    That evening, as Remington pushed the bedroom door open, he saw Lizetta standing in front of the

    wardrobe.

    She mmed the wardrobe shut, looking overly startled.

    Remington¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped forward.

    ¡°Got a lover hiding inside?¡±

    He reached for the handle, but Lizetta, freaked out, held it tight, ¡°Don¡¯t open it!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s overreaction just made it seem more as though there was a lover hidden in there..

    Remington pushed gently, and her feeble attempt to stop him was utterly futile. The wardrobe doors

    swung. open to reveal.

    A variety of colorful, skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly racy costumes.

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed, ¡°I didn¡¯t buy these!¡±

    She had clothes here at the old house before; Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected that this time she came back, all

    her proper clothes would be gone from the wardrobe.

    As she tried to shut the wardrobe, Remington held the doors open.

    ¡°nning to run around naked after your bath without taking anything, or expecting me to bring you

    something mid¨Cshower? Quite scheming.¡±

    Lizetta was speechless, ¡°I¡¯ll go find my old clothes.¡±

    How had she never noticed before that Remington was such an imaginative type?

    Remington grabbed her shoulder, ¡°Naive, do you really think you¡¯ll find them?¡±

    The clothes must have been prepared by the olddy, all set up so Lizetta wouldn¡¯t find anything

    wearable

    Lizetta, annoyed, red at Remington.

    How useless was he to let the olddy go to such lengths?

    Remington probably knew what she was thinking; his handsome face was cold, his deep eyes

    unemotional, and his thin lips mercilessly said,

    ¡°Pick whatever, whatever you wear is all the same to me.¡±

    He might as well have written his disinterest in her on his face.

    Lizetta grabbed the most conservative piece she could find, ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve seen someone

    beat around the bush about being blind.¡±

    She pushed the man away and stormed into the bathroom, mming the door with a bang.

    After washing up and changing, Lizetta looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The piece she had

    chosen, although it had the most fabric, turned out to be a nurse¡¯s outfit.

    But it covered all the necessary ces, anyway. Such attire might be provocative to some, but

    Remington was as indifferent as a block of iron; what was there to fear?

    In her mind, Lizetta repeated to herself three times that Remington was frigid, feeling morally protected

    instantly as she walked out the door.

    Remington was leaning against the headboard dealing with emails on his tablet. He nced up

    casually and his knuckles tightened around the device, silently tensing.

    The white nurse¡¯s outfit fit tightly, hugging her slender waist, with her curves clearly outlined. The skirt

    was super short, barely covering her backside.

    Lizetta¡¯s beauty was striking, with her raven hair, red lips, delicate yet radiant features. Her years of

    dancing contributed to her excellent figure, unbelievable proportions, and her pristine aura.

    Those creamy, long legs in the short skirt were absolutely captivating.

    He now understood why it was called lingerie; it was the attire that could instantly arouse a man¡¯s

    desire, making him want to tear it apart within moments.

    A heat built up in Remington¡¯s throat, his Adam¡¯s apple rolling subtly as he quickly looked away.

    He put down the tablet and said, ¡°I¡¯m going to shower, you go to sleep first.¡±

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    Although Lizetta had mentally prepared herself, she was still too embarrassed to look up when she

    came out. By the time she did, upon hearing his voice, the man had already brushed past her,

    emotionlessly entering the bathroom.

    This is what they call frigid?

    More like impotence!

    Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded outside, and Lizetta quickly walked to the bed, lifted the nket,

    andy down.

    In the steamy bathroom, Remington closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. However, the

    gentle fragrance of gardenias, apanied by the steam, wafted directly into his nostrils.

    That was the scent of Lizetta, who had always used gardenia¨Cscented shower gel,

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    Threads of allure, tugging at his heartstrings.

    A surge of restless fire shot straight to his lower belly, roaming through his body, turning into an

    unquenchable heat that surged out through his nostrils.

    Remington jerked his head up.

    Damn, what had grandmother give him to drink? His nosebleed was flowing as if he¡¯s caught some

    dreadful disease!

    Lizettay on the bed, phone in hand. Thinking of Lucian¡¯s room being cleaned up, she decided to

    google some information about Lucian.

    A flood of headlines popped up on the Inte.

    #Seraphine Realm¡¯s Racing Prodigy #

    #A Whirlwind Life of the First F1 driver #

    #Ardentia¡¯s Most Promising Racer #

    #23¨Cyear¨Cold Lucian Bags a Milestone Point in His F1 Debut, Ready to Return Home#l

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curled up as she read, her eyes shining with pride, joy, and envious aspiration.

    It wasn¡¯t until she heard noise from the bathroom that she hurriedly flipped her phone face down on the

    nightstand, pulled the covers to feign sleep.

    Remington, toweling off his hair, walked toward the bed, noticed the glowing phone screen, and

    reached out to

    turn it off.

    He paused as he inadvertently saw the content on the screen.

    The man nced at the woman on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, his expression indiscernible.

    Lizetta, with her eyes closed, stiffened at the sound. Remington definitely knew she was faking sleep.

    Just as she was about to open her eyes in annoyance, the man didn¡¯t expose her. Instead, he put down

    the phone and seemed to head to the balcony. Lizetta opened her eyes to see his blurred figure

    leaning against the railing, his robe fluttering in the wild wind, with a dot of crimson at his fingertip.

    Out there with the lightning and thunder, and he¡¯s lighting up a smoke. When did his nicotine addiction

    ramp up?

    She didn¡¯t give it much thought and closed her eyes again. certain that Remington knew she was

    pretending to sleep.

    The bed dipped behind her, but she didn¡¯t pay it any mind.

    After all, they had been married for two years, and even after their intimate moments, Remington would

    usually sleep in another room.

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    Tonight, with Fiona watching, they had to sleep together, but she was well aware of their boundaries,

    they would definitely sleep separately.

    Just as she was about to fall into deep sleep again, the man¡¯s strong arms suddenly wrapped around

    her waist from behind and gently pulled her in.

    Lizetta was drawn into the man¡¯s warm embrace, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the

    scorching heat of his body and the firm lines of his chest and abs.

    He had taken off his robe.

    The man¡¯s slightly hoarse voice was right by her ear, ¡°Asleep?¡±

    The thunder rumbled again, and while the wind howled outside, the temperature inside rose rapidly

    Lizetta instantly awoke, her heart pounding as loud as the thunder outside.

    As she was still bewildered, the man¡¯s lower half pressed against her.

    A distinct heat pressed against Lizetta¡¯s hip, and her mind went nk.

    ¡°Remington.¡± She stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

    The man¡¯s lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, ¡°Why so

    nervous?¡±

    Lizetta tilted her neck to avoid his scorching breath.

    ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    Her evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be docilely petted.

    Remington¡¯s lips parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

    ¡°Don¡¯t you know why my grandma gave me that soup?¡±

    Lizetta was annoyed, ¡°I let it be because I knew you were frigid!¡±

    In the first year after their marriage, he hadn¡¯t touched her.

    Lizetta felt lost. She had tried every shameless seduction tactics.

    Yet even when she paraded around him in skimpy clothes, he would still turn a blind eye. Even when

    she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed asposed as

    a monk and even offered her a ss of ice water to cool down.

    Other men would get a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched

    her that year.

    If it weren¡¯t for those few times he did, and eachsted so long and exceeded the usual count, she

    would have suspected he had some kind of issue.

    With his level of self¨Ccontrol, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma¡¯s tonic soup was nothing to him.

    ¡°Frigid? Ha, I¡¯d be letting you down if I didn¡¯t live up to that expectation!¡±

    As he spoke, he flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones

    enveloping herpletely.

    Lizetta panicked, raising her hands, ¡°Don¡¯t! I don¡¯t want this!¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t? Weren¡¯t you the one using me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on,

    let¡¯s make up for it. Four times in one night, is that enough?¡±

    Remington forcefully ripped open the woman¡¯s neckline.

    The lightning outside illuminated the woman¡¯s face, making it stand out against the night sky.

    Her petite and delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full of panic.

    She truly didn¡¯t want it.

    Remington froze; he understood at that moment.

    Even if he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting up.

    The lust in his eyes vanished in an instant, reced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta¡¯s

    small face.

    ¡°Who do you want if not me in my bed?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes brimmed with tears as she red back at him.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want you, that¡¯s for sure! Get off me!¡± Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had

    waited for him, how he had left her alone in their bedroom.

    Now, when she was finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking her

    again?

    She resisted with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face was somber as he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was

    drowning in the man¡¯s oppressive stare, he turned andy back down.

    Lizetta breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable sadness.

    She closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

    Silence reigned for a long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice

    cut through the quiet.

    ¡°Lizetta, we¡¯re not getting divorced. Dream on!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered back.

    ¡°But¡­I miss Remi.¡±

    She missed the Remington who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had cherished her..

    She wanted to find her brother again.

    Lizetta feared that if they continued this way, they would be unrecognizable to each other, even

    the warmth in their memories would be lost.

    Lizetta spoke softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

    She thought he hadn¡¯t heard her, but then she heard the sound of the wall being knocked.

    Knock, knock, knock. Knock.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes moistened in an instant.

    He was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet she didn¡¯t cry.

    Even when deciding on divorce, she didn¡¯t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded

    down like a breached dam.

    Her memories went back to when she was eight, nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe

    psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and

    Lizetta only trusted and clung to him.

    Fiona had arranged her room next to Remington¡¯s, and when nightmares gued her, making her

    scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side,forting her until she calmed down and fell

    asleep peacefully in his

    arms.

    Even with a psychologist¡¯s intervention, her condition didn¡¯t improve. One night, Remington turned over

    in bed and kicked a lump, which startled him.

    23.29

    Turning on the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into arge

    lump, her eyes brimming with tears.

    Back then, Remington was only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace, dumped

    her back in her room.

    But the next day, as soon as he fell asleep, there was a rustling behind him again; not daring toe

    closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not

    daring to make a sound, biting the corner of the pillow asrge tears fell.

    Out of options, Remington had another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between.

    Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his bed at night.

    His sleeping habits had to change from unruly to well¨Cbehaved because of this, and the wildest young

    master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on the

    role of a nanny at night.

    It¡¯s something no one would believe!

    They shared that bed for over a year, and the dependence seeped deep into her bones.

    Until one morning, Lizetta was thrown out of his room with her nket while still in her dreams. No

    matter how much she cried or pleaded, he remained unyielding.

    Though they eventually had separate rooms, Lizetta¡¯s bed was ced against the wall next to

    Remington¡¯s room, headboard to headboard.

    With just a wall between them, Lizetta would knock on it before sleep, and Remington would respond.

    They said goodnight to each other until half a yearter when he went abroad for studies.

    From ages eight to ten, that was the closest they ever were.

    But as siblings grow up, they drifted apart with age;ter, Remington¡¯s studies abroad only widened

    their gap.

    His world grew vivid and colorful, and despite her best efforts to catch up, she was pushed to the

    sidelines, until the night of her eighteenth birthday when everything crumbled to pieces.

    But Lizetta remembered, three long knocks and one short knocks. It was her brother telling her.

    ¡°Go to sleep, I¡¯m here.¡±

    And now, it was Remington telling her that her brother had always been there.

    Yeah, he was there..

    It¡¯s just that he refused to love her, like a husband would.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart ached with a sour swell..

    Perhaps he hadn¡¯t heard her response because again came the knocks, three long and one short.

    Remington knocked twice more, and Lizetta slowly raised her hand, tapping back on the headboard.

    In the darkness, a sigh echoed, though it was unclear whose it was.

    The man raised his hand and pulled Lizetta into his embrace. Her face pressed against his broad

    chest, and this time she didn¡¯t struggle.

    She waspliant and well¨Cbehaved.

    Like the little girl who loved to cry in his memories.

    ¡°Be good, no divorce, okay?¡±

    Remington¡¯s husky voice came from above, his lips lightly kissing the top of her head.

    Lizetta¡¯s tears soaked his chest, but she said nothing.

    tears

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    Her courage had beenpletely depleted tonight, and she didn¡¯t even know if he was pretending with

    her again.

    Buzz, buzz, buzz. Remington¡¯s phone on the bedside table vibrated.

    He moved, and Lizetta immediately reached up to circle his waist.

    Remington raised his hand, brushing through her hair gently.

    ¡°Go to sleep.¡±

    Lizetta closed her eyes; her breathing gradually became steady.

    After a moment, the rustling sound was heard, the phone¡¯s light shed and then was shielded by his

    hand, the woman in his arms did not move.

    Remington gently pulled Lizetta¡¯s arm away and slowly got off the bed.

    The man took the phone into the dressing room, quickly got dressed, and left the room.

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    Chapter 22 Threads of allure, tugging at his heartstrings. A surge of restless fire shot straight to his

    lower belly, roaming through his body, turning into an unquenchable heat that surged out through his

    nostrils. Remington jerked his head up. Damn, what had grandmother give him to drink? His nosebleed

    was flowing as if he¡¯s caught some dreadful disease! Lizettay on the bed, phone in hand. Thinking of

    Lucian¡¯s room being cleaned up, she decided to google some information about Lucian. A flood of

    headlines popped up on the Inte. #Seraphine Realm¡¯s Racing Prodigy # #A Whirlwind Life of the

    First F1 driver # #Ardentia¡¯s Most Promising Racer # #23¨Cyear¨Cold Lucian Bags a Milestone Point in

    His F1 Debut, Ready to Return Home#l Lizetta¡¯s lips curled up as she read, her eyes shining with pride,

    joy, and envious aspiration. It wasn¡¯t until she heard noise from the bathroom that she hurriedly flipped

    her phone face down on the nightstand, pulled the covers to feign sleep. Remington, toweling off his

    hair, walked toward the bed, noticed the glowing phone screen, and reached out to turn it off. He

    paused as he inadvertently saw the content on the screen. The man nced at the woman on the bed,

    her eyes tightly closed, his expression indiscernible. Lizetta, with her eyes closed, stiffened at the

    sound. Remington definitely knew she was faking sleep. Just as she was about to open her eyes in

    annoyance, the man didn¡¯t expose her. Instead, he put down the phone and seemed to head to the

    balcony. Lizetta opened her eyes to see his blurred figure leaning against the railing, his robe fluttering

    in the wild wind, with a dot of crimson at his fingertip. Out there with the lightning and thunder, and he¡¯s

    lighting up a smoke. When did his nicotine addiction ramp up? She didn¡¯t give it much thought and

    closed her eyes again. certain that Remington knew she was pretending to sleep. The bed dipped

    behind her, but she didn¡¯t pay it any mind. After all, they had been married for two years, and even after

    their intimate moments, Remington would usually sleep in another room. Tonight, with Fiona watching,

    they had to sleep together, but she was well aware of their boundaries, they would definitely sleep

    separately. Just as she was about to fall into deep sleep again, the man¡¯s strong arms suddenly

    wrapped around her waist from behind and gently pulled her in. Lizetta was drawn into the man¡¯s warm

    embrace, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the scorching heat of his body and the firm

    lines of his chest and abs. He had taken off his robe. The man¡¯s slightly hoarse voice was right by her

    ear, ¡°Asleep?¡± 1/2 Chapter 22 The thunder rumbled again, and while the wind howled outside, the

    temperature inside rose rapidly Lizetta instantly awoke, her heart pounding as loud as the thunder

    outside. As she was still bewildered, the man¡¯s lower half pressed against her. A distinct heat pressed

    against Lizetta¡¯s hip, and her mind went nk. ¡°Remington.¡± She stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

    The man¡¯s lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, ¡°Why so

    nervous?¡± Lizetta tilted her neck to avoid his scorching breath. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Her evasive

    movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be docilely petted. Remington¡¯s lips

    parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever. ¡°Don¡¯t you know

    why my grandma gave me that soup?¡± Lizetta was annoyed, ¡°I let it be because I knew you were frigid!¡±

    In the first year after their marriage, he hadn¡¯t touched her. Lizetta felt lost. She had tried every

    shameless seduction tactics. Yet even when she paraded around him in skimpy clothes, he would still

    turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of

    him, he stayed asposed as a monk and even offered her a ss of ice water to cool down. Other

    men would get a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched her that

    year. If it weren¡¯t for those few times he did, and eachsted so long and exceeded the usual count,

    she would have suspected he had some kind of issue. With his level of self¨Ccontrol, he was the bane of

    Viagra; grandma¡¯s tonic soup was nothing to him. ¡°Frigid? Ha, I¡¯d be letting you down if I didn¡¯t live up

    to that expectation!¡± As he spoke, he flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming

    pheromones enveloping herpletely. Lizetta panicked, raising her hands, ¡°Don¡¯t! I don¡¯t want this!¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t? Weren¡¯t you the one using me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on,

    let¡¯s make up for it. Four times in one night, is that enough?¡± Remington forcefully ripped open the

    woman¡¯s neckline. The lightning outside illuminated the woman¡¯s face, making it stand out against the

    night sky. Her petite and delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full of panic.

    She truly didn¡¯t want it. Chapter 23 Remington froze; he understood at that moment. Even if he burned

    that divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting up. The lust in his eyes vanished in an instant,

    reced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta¡¯s small face. ¡°Who do you want if not me in my

    bed?¡± Lizetta¡¯s eyes brimmed with tears as she red back at him. ¡°I don¡¯t want you, that¡¯s for sure!

    Get off me!¡± Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left

    her alone in their bedroom. Now, when she was finally getting over him and they were about to divorce,

    why was he provoking her again? She resisted with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with

    unshed tears. Remington¡¯s handsome face was somber as he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt

    like she was drowning in the man¡¯s oppressive stare, he turned andy back down. Lizetta breathed a

    sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable sadness. She closed her eyes, forcing

    herself to sleep. Silence reigned for a long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen

    asleep, his icy voice cut through the quiet. ¡°Lizetta, we¡¯re not getting divorced. Dream on!¡± Lizetta¡¯s

    breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered back. ¡°But¡­I miss

    Remi.¡± She missed the Remington who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had cherished

    her.. She wanted to find her brother again. Lizetta feared that if they continued this way, they would

    be unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories would be lost. Lizetta spoke

    softly, and the man behind her said nothing. She thought he hadn¡¯t heard her, but then she heard the

    sound of the wall being knocked. Knock, knock, knock. Knock. Lizetta¡¯s eyes moistened in an instant.

    He was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet she didn¡¯t cry. Even when deciding

    on divorce, she didn¡¯t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like a breached

    dam. Her memories went back to when she was eight, nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe

    psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and

    Lizetta only trusted and clung to him. Fiona had arranged her room next to Remington¡¯s, and when

    nightmares gued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side,forting her

    until she calmed down and fell asleep peacefully in his arms. Even with a psychologist¡¯s intervention,

    her condition didn¡¯t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked a lump, which

    startled him. 23.29 Turning on the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead

    swollen into arge lump, her eyes brimming with tears. Back then, Remington was only fourteen with

    a temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace, dumped her back in her room. But the next day, as soon

    as he fell asleep, there was a rustling behind him again; not daring toe closer, as soon as she was

    discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make a sound, biting

    the corner of the pillow asrge tears fell. Out of options, Remington had another bed set up right next

    to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his bed at

    night. His sleeping habits had to change from unruly to well¨Cbehaved because of this, and the wildest

    young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on

    the role of a nanny at night. It¡¯s something no one would believe! They shared that bed for over a year,

    and the dependence seeped deep into her bones. Until one morning, Lizetta was thrown out of his

    room with her nket while still in her dreams. No matter how much she cried or pleaded, he remained

    unyielding. Though they eventually had separate rooms, Lizetta¡¯s bed was ced against the wall next

    to Remington¡¯s room, headboard to headboard. With just a wall between them, Lizetta would knock on

    it before sleep, and Remington would respond. They said goodnight to each other until half a yearter

    when he went abroad for studies. From ages eight to ten, that was the closest they ever were. But as

    siblings grow up, they drifted apart with age;ter, Remington¡¯s studies abroad only widened their gap.

    His world grew vivid and colorful, and despite her best efforts to catch up, she was pushed to the

    sidelines, until the night of her eighteenth birthday when everything crumbled to pieces. But Lizetta

    remembered, three long knocks and one short knocks. It was her brother telling her. ¡°Go to sleep, I¡¯m

    here.¡± And now, it was Remington telling her that her brother had always been there. Yeah, he was

    there.. It¡¯s just that he refused to love her, like a husband would. Lizetta¡¯s heart ached with a sour

    swell.. Perhaps he hadn¡¯t heard her response because again came the knocks, three long and one

    short. Remington knocked twice more, and Lizetta slowly raised her hand, tapping back on the

    headboard. In the darkness, a sigh echoed, though it was unclear whose it was. The man raised his

    hand and pulled Lizetta into his embrace. Her face pressed against his broad chest, and this time she

    didn¡¯t struggle. She waspliant and well¨Cbehaved. Like the little girl who loved to cry in his

    memories. ¡°Be good, no divorce, okay?¡± Remington¡¯s husky voice came from above, his lips lightly

    kissing the top of her head. Lizetta¡¯s tears soaked his chest, but she said nothing. tears 2/3 23:29

    Chapter 23 Her courage had beenpletely depleted tonight, and she didn¡¯t even know if he was

    pretending with her again. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Remington¡¯s phone on the bedside table vibrated. He

    moved, and Lizetta immediately reached up to circle his waist. Remington raised his hand, brushingText content ? N?velDrama.Org.

    through her hair gently. ¡°Go to sleep.¡± Lizetta closed her eyes; her breathing gradually became steady.

    After a moment, the rustling sound was heard, the phone¡¯s light shed and then was shielded by his

    hand, the woman in his arms did not move. Remington gently pulled Lizetta¡¯s arm away and slowly got

    off the bed. The man took the phone into the dressing room, quickly got dressed, and left the room.

 Chapter 24

    In bed, Lizetta opened her eyes, gazing into the void outside the window.

    In fact, she had squinted just a moment ago and seen it was a message from Evelina¡¯s agent, April

    She didn¡¯t try to make him stay, knowing it was futile.

    She had tried before; the scars on her feet hadn¡¯t even healed yet, so why bring shame upon herself

    again?

    Downstairs, the roar of a car sounded. Lizetta flipped off the covers and climbed out of bed, walking to

    the window.

    The rain that had been holding back all night now poured down in torrents, and a ck sedan sliced

    through the mist and vanished up the mountain road.

    That was the romantic rush of the man she loved towards another woman.

    Liar.

    He tricked her into believing he was there when he was not.

    Lizetta turned and went to the dance studio, which Remington had personally prepared for her when

    she was a child,plete with the best soundproofing equipment.

    She chose a powerful song, violently ripping her skirt and cor as she spun wildly.

    She danced with wild abandon. After taking a shower, she climbed back into bed. Though her body

    was exhausted, she still tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

    The bed was imbued with the scent of a man, making her restless.

    Lizetta picked up her phone, it was past 2 a.m.

    Her stomach churned; the bitter taste of medicine stirred up again.

    Why should she feel this miserable, while that dog of a man was out meeting his mistress, living it up?

    Lizetta opened her search engine, typed in ¡°infertility,¡± used Remington¡¯s phone number to leave

    messages asking for advice, and finally curled up with a nket on the sofa and fell asleep.

    The next morning, the storm had stopped, the wind and rain had ceased.

    The servants had cleared the yard of broken branches and fallen leaves early on; the storm had left no

    trace.

    Fiona had gone out to meet friends early in the morning. After Lizetta had breakfast and was. about to

    head to Tempo Dance Studio, Hanna called out to her.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s teacher sent over his lecture notes and papers. You deliver them, and maybe give him a

    hand. I¡¯ve got an art exhibition to attend and can¡¯t make it, so you¡¯ll have to apany him for the

    day.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve got stuff to do today.¡±

    Lizetta was cut off before she could finish as Hanna impatiently interrupted.

    ¡°What important thing could you possibly have, you big idler? Come on, Joseph is so fond of you. If

    you¡¯re too heartless to care for him when he¡¯s sick, fine, but you can¡¯t even do this small favor? Who do

    you think you¡¯re letting down?¡±

    The driver came in to say the car was ready, and Hanna hurried off.

    A maid handed Lizetta the tablet, and she went upstairs to print Joseph¡¯s notes and papers.

    She did not expect that just as she entered the hospital building, she would run into Evelina.

    Evelina was with April. April¡¯s bag slipped off her shoulder, spilling contents everywhere, and a

    document fluttered down near Lizetta¡¯s feet.

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    Lizetta looked down and immediately saw the words ¡°pregnancy test¡± on the paper.

    Without thinking, she bent down, picked it up, and stared hard at the name on it.

    Patient: Evelina, approximately 6 weeks pregnant.

    Her fingertips turned cold; it had been just over a month, around the time Remington was away on

    business.

    ¡°Sis, give it back to me,¡± Evelina said quickly, snatching the pregnancy test result from her.

    Lizetta just stared at her, her mind going nk, her lips trembling, her voice hoarse.

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    ¡°Is the child Remington¡¯s?¡±

    Evelina handed the test back to April to put away, her expression one of tender sweetness, with the

    glow of impending motherhood.

    ¡°Remi is really fond of this child. He even named the baby ¡®Evangeline.¡® Sounds nice, doesn¡¯t it?¡±

    So, that was a gift for his and Evelina¡¯s child.

    Evangeline, as in Evelina¡¯s fallen right into his heart? How romantic indeed.

    Lizetta felt like she had a lump of iron stuck in her throat, her face deathly pale.

    ¡°But don¡¯t worry, sis, I¡¯m not the type to force a marriage by pregnancy. I know Remi is a responsible

    man. I¡¯m not greedy; his love and our baby are enough for me.¡±

    Evelina smiled contently, her left hand casually brushing the jade bracelet on her right wrist.

    Lizetta felt like a de had sliced through her, filling her chest with grit, pain making it hard to maintain

    any facade ofposure.

    No wonder a single message was enough to send him out into the rainy night¨Cit turned out Evelina was

    pregnant.

    He had already given Evelina the Dashiell family heirloom bracelet, epting her as his wife in his

    heart.

    Was Evelina too proud, still angry about something from four years ago? Were they still squabbling?

    Lizetta bit her cheek painfully and nodded reluctantly.

    ¡°To each their own. If you¡¯re happy being the other woman and having an illegitimate child, go ahead.¡±

    She reminded herself, she was about to divorce Remington anyway. Whatever he did with Evelina had

    nothing to do with her; she should be able to handle it gracefully.

    The other woman!

    Illegitimate child!

    Evelina¡¯s fingers dug into her flesh, watching Lizetta¡¯s back as she left, a coldugh escaping her lips

    before she called out loudly.

    ¡°Isn¡¯t it funny for you to say that when you¡¯re about to get divorced, sis?¡±

    Lizetta stopped dead in her tracks, turning to look at Evelina.

    Remington had already told Evelina they were getting a divorce?

    He really couldn¡¯t wait.

    Lizetta stepped forward, returning back to Evelina. She was taller than Evelina and reached out to

    touch her head.

    ¡°Green tea¡¯s supposed to be drunk with the lid off, Evelina. Should I twist your cap to discipline you?¡±

    Evelina stiffened, and Lizetta scoffed, patting her face.

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    ¡°You said ¡®about to,¡® which means not yet. Until the day we¡¯re divorced, I¡¯m still Mrs. Dashiell, and it¡¯s

    not the ce of a mistress tough at me.¡±

    She patted Evelina¡¯s face again, a light tap, but Evelina suddenly screamed ¡°ah¡± and fell to the side.

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    The familiar voice broke the silence, and Lizetta looked up to see Remington striding over.

    Impably dressed in a sharp suit, sunlight spilling over his broad shoulders, he still carried an air of

    regalposure, though he was holding a lunchbox in his hand.

    Early in the morning, he had gone to get breakfast for Evelina.

    Lizetta watched him approach, a chill running through her veins, slowly freezing her heart.

    ¡°Evelina, what happened? How could you just hit someone like that, don¡¯t you know she¡¯s pregnant!¡±

    Evelina was on the ground, clutching her stomach, looking like she couldn¡¯t get up. April was holding

    her, condemning Lizetta.

    Themotion had already drawn a crowd, all pointing fingers at Lizetta.

    In an instant, she had be the target of public censure, Lizetta stood there numbly.

    Remington was quickly upon her, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Lizetta. ¡°What¡¯s going

    on?¡±

    Lizetta stiffened her neck. ¡°I didn¡¯t hit her, and I certainly didn¡¯t push her!¡±

    ¡°Oh, so she was knocked over by a breeze?¡± Remington¡¯s eyebrows knitted together.

    In her heart, Lizetta was like, ¡®Well, yeah, she was.

    At that moment, Evelina, supported by April, got up. She looked pained but tugged at Remington¡¯s

    sleeve.

    ¡°Remi, don¡¯t me sis, it¡¯s just that I¡¯ve had a poor appetite recently and got dizzy from low blood

    sugar.¡± But her expression was all wrong, not matching her words at all.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand her damsel¨Cin¨Cdistress act and said coldly, ¡°You heard her, right? She lost her

    bnce on her own. Can I go now?¡±

    Her defiance only made Evelina seem more fragile and innocent.

    After all, ying the role of damsel¨Cin¨Cdistress required a certain natural talent.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want topete in craftiness with Evelina, so she turned to leave, but her wrist was

    yanked back. Caught off guard by the man¡¯s forceful pull, she turned to face Remington¡¯s stern visage.

    ¡°Apologize.¡±

    A flicker of triumph crossed Evelina¡¯s eyes as she urged, ¡°Sis, I¡¯m fine. Just say ¡®sorry¡® casually, so

    Remi won¡¯t be angry.¡±

    Lizetta locked eyes with Remington, incredulous that he was demanding an apology from her under

    these circumstances.

    She let out a sarcasticugh. ¡°Apologize? Sure.¡±

    She nodded, then suddenly swung her hand, pping Evelina across the face.

    The sharp smack set off gasps all around.

    Evelina was stunned, and when she came to her senses, she cried out and threw herself into

    Remington¡¯s

    arms.

    ¡°Remi.¡±

    Lizetta raised her hand again, this time aiming for Remington¡¯s face.

    Naturally, neither the scoundrel nor the scheming woman could be spared.

    But Remington caught her wrist with a fierce grip, his face ashen, his eyes seething with anger.

    ¡°Lizetta, apologize. Don¡¯t make me say it a third time!¡±

    He didn¡¯t even notice Evelina clinging to him.

    The sight was like a p to Lizetta¡¯s face.

    Her husband defending his mistress while treating her like dirt, repeatedly demanding she apologize.

    She yanked her hand back furiously, her eyes reddening.

    ¡°Take a good look at both sides of her face, and next time you try to nder someone, at least don¡¯t be

    so dumb!¡±

    Evelina stiffened in Remington¡¯s arms, instinctively covering her face.

    Lizetta snorted in derision and walked through the nosy crowd, leaving the scene.

    Remington frowned, peeled Evelina off him, who stumbled and was caught by April.

    His gazended on Evelina¡¯s face, turning icy and sharp.

    Evelina¡¯s right cheek was smooth and fair, but the left bore a clear handprint.

    The direction she had fallen should have meant her right cheek took the hit, but clearly, it hadn¡¯t.

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    He had been so focused on Lizetta, he hadn¡¯t noticed Evelina¡¯s obvious slip¨Cup.

    Feeling his prating stare, Evelina panicked, and tears started falling.

    ¡°Remi, I really just got dizzy and lost bnce. It¡¯s okay that sis hit me, I deserved it.¡±

    Remington looked at her with deep eyes, ¡°And you just asked her to say sorry, do you think you

    deserve that?¡± Evelina clutched her stomach, ¡°Sorry, my stomach hurts a bit, I panicked and spoke

    without thinking.¡± Remington was ultimately worried about the child in her womb; Evelina had shown

    signs of a miscarriage the night before. He gestured for April to support Evelina well and led her

    towards the ward.

    Evelina watched his retreating figure, grinding her teeth. She had been too careless today.

    Once in the ward, April helped Evelina lie down. Her cheek was swelling significantly, and she tearfully

    looked up at Remington.

    She expected at least some concern from him, maybe a word of reproach for Lizetta, but he said

    nothing as April was busy fetching ice packs.

    Evelina felt both wronged and disappointed; since returning to the Hawthorne family, she hadn¡¯t been

    hit like this.

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    She was clutching an ice pack to her face, hissing in pain, ¡°I¡¯m so jealous that sis has you totally doted

    on her, allowing her to act recklessly.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s recent actions had been careless, and she was already at fault. Now wasn¡¯t the time to y

    the sympathy card, let alone adding fuel to the fire.

    April thought Evelina was out of her mind. She stealthily tugged at Evelina¡¯s sleeve, then turned with a

    warm smile to Remington.

    ¡°Is this breakfast for Evelina, Mr. Dashiell? That¡¯s so sweet of you! Evelina just had a bit of an upset

    stomach this morning, and we were just about to get something to eat.¡±

    She reached out to take the insted container from Remington¡¯s hands.

    The breakfast was actually something Remington had bought for Joseph, but he had just seen Lizetta

    also bringing breakfast for Joseph.

    Seeing April¡¯s misunderstanding, he didn¡¯t bother to correct her and simply let go.

    Evelina immediately sat up with joy, ¡°Remi, what did you get? Can I have some too?¡±

    But Remington cut her off, ¡°I¡¯ve got things to do. Keep it together, will you? Don¡¯t just run around caus

    trouble.¡±

    With that, he was out the door in long strides.

    As the hospital room door closed behind him, Evelina¡¯s smile was still frozen on her face. April opened

    the food container, revealing a colorful, childlike array of sushi. Just then, the pain on her face red up

    again, making her so mad she mmed down the spoon she had just picked up and dialed her mother,

    ra Hawthorne.

    ra arrived quickly and immediately noticed the swelling on her daughter¡¯s face.

    ¡°Eve, who did this to you?!¡±

    Evelina frantically covered her face, ¡°Mom, it was just an ident.¡±

    ¡°Nonsense! That handprint is so obvious, it¡¯s clear you got pped!¡± ra was fuming with anger, and

    April stepped in just in time.

    ¡°Evelina, there¡¯s no point hiding it from your mom. You know how¡­.¡±

    Remington left the hospital/room and hurried to the elevator, but when it was too slow, he stepped into

    the stairwell and climbed five stories to the children¡¯s ward.

    When he pushed open the door, however, only Joseph was there eating, while a servant fussed with a

    vase.

    ¡°Where¡¯s your sister¨Cinw?¡±

    Liz said she had something to do and left after dropping things off,¡± Joseph blinked. ¡°Bro, you didn¡¯t

    smooth things over with Liz yet?¡±

    Remington shot him a cold nce before turning and leaving.

    Joseph made a face. What a sourpuss.

    One womb, indeed, can only bring forth one little angel.

    Remington left the hospital and called Lizetta twice, but she didn¡¯t pick up.

    Back at the Starlight Group, Cedric approached him.

    ¡°Mr. President, the people from the Temple Group have arrived, and the meeting is all set up.¡±

    Remington nodded and strode toward the conference room. As he approached the entrance, he ran

    into Timothy Temple, who was justing back from the restroom.

    Timothy was an old friend of Remington¡¯s, a yboy with a different style but equally superior in

    stature.

    He scrutinized Remington for a moment, hands in pockets, and with a lift of his eyebrows, teased, ¡°Tsk,

    Remi, you¡¯ve got a dark cloud over your forehead, must be in a bad mood. I predict you had a tiff with

    little Lizetta, right?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t even nce at him as he passed by, coolly retorting, ¡°I predict you¡¯ll suffer verbal

    retribution today, to the point of getting sores in your mouth.¡±

    Alright, such a temper. They really did have a fight.

    He followed Remington, not daring to tease further, and got straight to business.

    ¡°I sent you the revised proposal, you got it, right?¡±

    The Temple Group and the Starlight Group had a coboration in the works, and while the deal was all

    set, a new development had popped up that morning. Timothy had been working on the revised

    proposal since dawn and had just finished it on his way over.

    For convenience¡¯s sake, he had shot it straight over to Remington¡¯s WhatsApp.

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    Remington nodded and took his seat at the head of the table, handing his phone to Cedric, who

    promptly projected the new proposal onto the big screen.

    As the discussion heated up, the notification sound suddenly started chiming incessantly.

    [Reproductive Health Center requests to add you as a friend]

    [Infertility Clinic requests to add you as a friend]

    [Renowned Reproductive Specialist Dr. Wan requests to add you as a friend]

    Ding, ding.

    The phone kept buzzing non¨Cstop.

    ¡°Pfft, cough, cough, cough!¡±

    After an awkward silence, Timothy was the first to burst out, spitting his coffee all over the table and

    coughing like there was no tomorrow.

    All the attendees were dumbstruck, with a million WTFs racing through their minds.

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    Remington¡¯s gaze was icy as he nced over, and Timothy had to cough to maintain his

    ¡°Who has Mr. Dashiell managed to anger for them to prank you like this? Quite bold.¡±

    The others caught on after hearing this.

    True, with Remington¡¯s status, if he really had such issues, he would¡¯ve sought private treatment from a

    team of specialists long ago, instead of entertaining all these randoms self¨Cpromoting online, right?

    Thankfully it was just a prank, or else wouldn¡¯t they all be at risk of being silenced for good?

    ¡°That¡¯s way out of line!¡±

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell has got to get to the bottom of this and find the sneaky little weasel behind

    it.¡±

    Everyone echoed in with agreement, while Remington¡¯s phone kept ringing. The man¡¯s face was

    stone¨Ccold as he cut off the screen projection and silenced his phone before speaking in a deep voice,

    ¡°Let¡¯s continue.¡±

    After the meeting, as soon as he got back to his office, Timothy couldn¡¯t hold back and sprawled out on

    the couch, clutching his stomach.

    ¡°Remi, it must be little Lizetta¡¯s doing, right? Haha, haven¡¯t seen her in years, and she¡¯s still so

    interesting.¡±

    He remembered back in high school, Remington had somehow offended Lizetta, and the girl sneakily

    gave him a full set of gel nails in the middle of the night, the kind that you can¡¯t scrape off.

    The kicker was, the next day Remington had an inter¨Cschool basketball game, and he yed with

    those shiny nails on full disy.

    Timothy stillughed so hard he got stomach cramps just thinking about it; he even saved a photo on

    hisputer, truly a dark spot in Remington¡¯s life.

    In this world, the only person who would dare to prank Remington like that is Lizetta.

    Remington kept a straight face, ¡°Two details in the project proposal aren¡¯t cutting it, revise them.¡±

    Timothy quickly wiped the smile off his face, ¡°Come on, I¡¯ll stop, alright? By the way, I haven¡¯t seen little

    Lizetta myself in a couple of years, when are we all going to hang out?

    You can¡¯t keep her hidden away forever, Mr. Dashiell, don¡¯t be too possessive.¡±

    Remington set up a firewall on his phone, and the Incessant prank calls and requests finally stopped.

    The man tossed away his phone and massaged his temples, just about to kick Timothy out when the

    office door opened, and Cedric walked in with a parcel.

    President, we¡¯ve just received a local express delivery, it¡¯s from thedy.¡±

    Remington frowned, his eyesnding on the parcel with a brooding look.

    But Timothy was a bit excited, taking the parcel.

    ¡°What¡¯s this, Remi, you and your wife ying some kind of romance game? Sending love letters under

    the same roof?¡±

    Remington leaned in and snatched the parcel, his voice deep.

    ¡°Are you that free?¡±

    Timothy shrugged, ¡°Looking at how cherished it seemed, tsk.¡±

    But he could tell Remington was genuinely in a bad mood, so he tactfully left the office. As soon as he

    stepped out, he pped Cedric on the shoulder.

    ¡°What¡¯s the deal with your boss and his missus?¡±

    Cedric had a hunch about what Lizetta sent, but he didn¡¯t dare say it and quickly left with a

    nervous smile.

    Inside the office.

    Remington opened the express mailer, and with a thud, a wedding ring fell out first.

    She used to cherish it, and now it was carelessly stuffed into an express bag, along with the divorce

    papers.

    Remington clenched the ring, his eyelid twitching.

    At Tempo Dance Studio, Lizetta taught sses all morning and didn¡¯t leave at noon, instead starting to

    choreograph a new piece in the dance studio.

    In the afternoon, just as she was about to go teach another ss, the manager stopped. her and told

    her that the institute had just notified them that they were no longer

    employing part¨Ctime teachers, and Lizetta was fired.

    Lizetta pleaded in every possible way, but the manager just shook his head.

    After leaving the training institution, Lizetta pulled out her phone and angrily called Remington.

    She had been working part¨Ctime there for a year, everything was fine in the morning ss, and then

    she was dismissed in the afternoon; how could there not be something fishy?

    She just hadn¡¯t expected that because of an argument with Evelina, Remington would go so far as to

    make things difficult for her.

    The phone rang incessantly, and just when Lizetta thought Remington wouldn¡¯t pick up her call, it

    connected.

    The man seemed to know why she was calling him, he was silent, calm as a stone.

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    Lizetta, however, was breathing more and more heavily, shaking with anger.

    ¡°Remington, just because I pped Evelina, you made the dance studio to fire me?¡±

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    ¡°Evelina¡¯s bun in the oven is super important, and it can¡¯t be messed up. I¡¯ll admit I jumped the gun

    today and gave you a hard time without getting the facts straight, but¡­¡±

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    Lizetta froze, and then everything before her eyes blurred.

    He said Evelina¡¯s kid was important.

    What a joke, turns out it¡¯s not that he didn¡¯t want kids; it¡¯s just that he just didn¡¯t want to have them with

    her, his wife.

    Before he dropped that bomb, she¡¯d been in denial; she couldn¡¯t believe that Remington would cheat

    on her, and that he could be so cruel.

    But now, the ugly truth was staring her in the face.

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing was painfully tight; she nearly screamed as she cut him off.

    ¡°Remington, why do you have to be such a jerk!¡±

    On the other end of the phone, the man¡¯s breath hitched, and then his voice went cold.

    ¡°Lizetta, enough¡¯s enough, quit your games ande home. I¡¯ve told you a gazillion times that

    teaching dance ain¡¯t your thing!¡±

    When Evelina popped up at the age of six and took everything from Lizetta, it was just a cruel twist of

    fate; Lizetta couldn¡¯t me anyone.

    Now, Evelina was about to take everything all over again, and Lizetta sadly realized that she was still

    as powerless and small as she was when she was a kid.

    Because the Dashiell family was never really her home.

    Even these two years with Remington, they were just a fluke; they seemed to be two years.

    she¡¯d stolen.

    Sheughed bitterly, ¡°Go home? Do I even have a home?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s rich! Looks like I¡¯ve been spoiling you rotten and letting you get all cocky!¡±

    Listening to the anger in the man¡¯s voice, Lizetta felt bone¨Ctired.

    ¡°Spoiling me? Evelina¡¯s already pregnant, where¡¯s my ce in all this? Let¡¯s get a divorce, so you can

    go back to her, make a happy family of three, and get things back on track; just stop wasting your

    precious time on me, how¡¯s that?¡±

    Four years ago, the two families had been talking marriage, and Evelina had chased after Remington

    like there was no tomorrow.

    Everyone had them pegged as an item, but then came the scandal of Lizetta climbing into her brother¡¯s

    bed, and everything screeched to a halt.

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    Heartbroken, Evelina went abroad and hadn¡¯te back for four years, and Remington med Lizetta

    every single day.

    Now she was ready to step aside, giving him back to Evelina and her kid, but why the heck wouldn¡¯t

    Remington just let her go?

    The man¡¯s sneer came through the phone, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, aren¡¯t you the generous saint! If you knew

    you were holding me back, you shouldn¡¯t have done what you did four years ago!¡±

    Lizetta swayed, ¡°I regret it; I¡¯ve told you I regret it!¡±

    ¡°Regret? That¡¯s worth something only if I forgive you, and if I don¡¯t, your regret ain¡¯t worth a dime! Get

    back here on the double, and I want to see you at Oakridge Heights tonight!¡±

    The call ended.

    Lizetta clutched her phone; her knuckles turned white as if they were about to snap.

    She wasn¡¯t going back.

    If Remington had cut her off one path, there were others to take.

    But after getting rejected by several dancepanies, and not having any luck with opera or ballet

    troupes, Lizetta was left in the lurch as the evening darkened, and her injured foot began to bleed

    again. She sat on the curb, all hungry, thirsty, and exhausted.

    Then the light dimmed, and Lizetta looked up.

    Under the tree, a familiar Bentley slowly pulled up; Cedric got out and opened the back door.

    In the back seat, a man in a three¨Cpiece tailored suit sat with his legs crossed; his posture was rxed,

    looking distinguished and as perfectly matched to the luxurious car as could

    1. be.

    Next to him was a big cake box, and on hisp was a red velvet jewelry box.

    His graceful fingers tapped lightly on the velvet box, seemingly content to wait for Lizetta

    to get in.

    Was Remington trying to make up for a missed birthday by giving her a present?

    Was this his way ofpensating for knocking up Evelina?

    But the cake and gift were just harsh reminders to Lizetta that when she needed him most, his attention

    had been all on Evelina.

    In the past, just one look from him and she would¡¯ve been over the moon, ready to forgive him for

    anything.

    But now, she didn¡¯t want to be anyone¡¯s second choice.

    Lizetta slowly got to her feet and turned to walk slowly down the long street.

    Her gait was awkward because of her injury, but her silhouette wasposed and resolute, without a

    single nce back.

    Inside the car, a flicker of surprise crossed Remington¡¯s deep eyes, which then frosted

    over.

    He watched her slender figure, and suddenly gripped the velvet box on hisp.

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    Cedric stood cautiously by the car, piping up gingerly.

    ¡°Boss, the missus might not have caught your drift. Want me to go fetch her?¡±

    ¡°No need, just drive!¡± The man¡¯s deep voice was the epitome of indifference.

    Not daring to chitchat, Cedric hopped in the car and took off.

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    As the car slowly passed the slender figure on the roadside, the man¡¯s cold sneer followed.

    ¡°What, no grub and the car won¡¯t go?¡±

    Sweat beaded on Cedric¡¯s forehead, and just as he floored it, a big box came flying in from behind.

    ¡°Dump it.¡±

    Cedric slowed down in a hurry and turned to see a cake box wedged between the seats; his face was a

    picture of hesitation.

    Remington leaned back in his seat, with his eyes slightly lifting, and gave Cedric the

    once¨Cover.

    ¡°She doesn¡¯t give a hoot about it; the alley cats and dogs aren¡¯t so fussy.¡±

    Cedric, with a heavy heart, stepped out and ditched the cake box on the curb.

    Just then, Lizetta walked up, and Cedric quickly whispered under his breath.

    ¡°Madam, it was the boss¡® orders.¡±

    The boss was hell¨Cbent on a collision course, and there was no stopping him.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze fell; there went a cake worth thousands.

    She felt that she was probably much like that cake in Remington¡¯s eyes ¨C all glitz on the surface, but

    easily discarded, not worth a second thought.

    She bent down and picked up the cake.

    Inside the car, Remington silently watched this unfold, and the corners of his lips curled into the

    slightest of smiles.

    That smile grew a tad as he watched Lizettae towards him with the cake in hand.

    He reached for the door handle, ready to open it for her, but Lizetta walked straight to the front of the

    car instead.

    Remington¡¯s brow furrowed slightly, only to see her stand in front of the car, locking eyes with him

    through the windshield.

    She arched a brow, gave a little smile, and flipped the box, sttering the cake on the Windshield.

    The cake smeared across the ss, and it slowly slid down, obscuring Remington¡¯s view.

    Lizetta, with a knee on the hood, leaned in and started drawing on the creamy windshield.

    From the back seat came an icy stare, and Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but snicker.

    Where did this jerk get the confidence to think she¡¯d just hop into his car at the snap of his fingers?

    The roar of an engine drew near as a biker kid in a ck leather jacket pulled up beside the car, then

    he rested a leg on the bike and turned to look.

    ¡°Damn, using a million¨Cdor windshield as a canvas.¡±

    Lizetta flipped her hair; her blonde locks and red lips as well as heing eyes

    made her distractingly gorgeous, and the kid¡¯s whistle died before it even started.

    Crap, the car¡¯s not worthy of that face.

    Just as the thought crossed his mind, the beauty hopped off the hood and strode over to his bike¡¯s

    pillion seat.

    ¡°Let¡¯s roll.¡± Lizetta patted the kid¡¯s shoulder.

    The kid suddenly felt like the chosen one, triumphing over a multimillion¨Cdor car with underdog pride.

    He gave the middle finger to the man who got out of the car, all cool and provoking.

    ¡°Wildflower on the run, highway escape¡¯- I¡¯m digging this plot.¡± The kid shouted to Lizetta as he lowered

    the visor, ¡°Buckle up, miss!¡±

    Lizetta wrapped her arms around his waist, and with a thunderous rev, the bike shot off like a bolt of

    lightning.

    Remington stepped out of the car, only catching a glimpse of her skirt¡¯s edge fluttering away.

    In less than half a minute, Cedric scrambled to the road, gaping at a windshield smeared with a few

    strokes of cream yet unmistakably depicting a turtle.

    Why the hell is there three green strokes on the turtle¡¯s head? What¡¯s with the green¨Chaired turtle?

    ¡°Nice? Funny?¡±

    A voice rang out from behind, and Cedric instinctively replied.

    ¡°Good.¡±

    He turned and, upon facing Remington who was so icy that it seemed he was shedding Icicles, he

    instantly mmed up.

    Boss, I¡¯ll take care of it right away.¡±

    Cedric went back to the car for cleaning supplies, but even the jack¨Cof¨Call¨Ctrades secretary wasn¡¯t a

    master of all ¨C especially not cleaning.

    By the time Remington finished his cigarette, Cedric had smeared cream all over the windshield, which

    completely obstructed the view.

    Remington watched his hapless secretary, feeling his headache intensifying.

    Cedric slumped, feeling wronged, and he wished to say:

    Oh, my boss, thedy¡¯s hard to please, and you¡¯re not doing any better. Why¡¯d you have to rile her up?

    At the entrance of the Happy Community, the bike came to a stop.

    Lizetta got off and turned to leave, but the kid leaned over and grabbed her arm.

    ¡°Miss, how about adding me on WhatsApp? We did share an escape, after all.¡±

    He was reaching for his phone when Lizetta swiftly grabbed his arm, twisted it behind him, and pushed

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    The helmet took a knock on the front of the bike, and the young guy was totally thrown for

    loop by this curve¨Cball.

    Lizetta let go, and the dude yanked off his helmet, revealing a head of grandma¨Cgray curls and

    features so fine that they were almost criminal.

    You¡¯re really gonna screw me over without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, huh?¡±

    Lizetta was already a few meters away, but the kid, not having it, shouted even louder.

    ¡°Hey, I bet we¡¯ll meet again. If fate¡¯s kind, hit me up on WhatsApp!¡±

    Lizetta, not even turning around, gave a casual wave and said, ¡°Thanks.¡±

    Figuring she was on board, the kid had his brows lifted, and his eyes were full of mischief. After

    watching Lizetta disappear, he put his helmet back on, snapped down his visor, and zoomed off against

    the wind.

    When Lizetta walked in, Ynda was making instant noodles. Lizetta sniffed and asked, ¡°Got any

    more?¡±

    Ynda grabbed another cup from the kitchen. By the time the noodles were ready, Lizetta had

    changed into her home clothes

    The two sat cross¨Clegged on the carpet around a tiny table in the small living room, which was barely

    ten square meters.

    Ynda also grabbed a couple of beers, popped one open with one hand like a boss, and handed it to

    Lizetta

    ¡°Feeling crappy? Spill the beans.¡±

    Lizetta was all about maintaining her figure and skin for dancing, so she normally wouldn¡¯t touch this

    junk food with a ten¨Cfoot pole.

    She clinked her can with Ynda¡¯s, took a big gulp of the cold beer, and felt some of the gloom wash

    away.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s pregnant, and I pped her. That dirt¨Cbag Remington got me canned from my training gig.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s words had Ynda¡¯s emotions on a roller coaster, who squeezed her beer can until it creaked.

    ¡°Is Remington out of his mind? Passing up a feast for a taste of Evelina¡¯s stale leftovers? Hold on, Liz,

    are you sure Evelina¡¯s kid is Remington¡¯s?¡±

    Lizetta barely tasted the noodles as she nodded in confirmation.

    Pretty damn sure.¡±

    That¡¯s what Evelina had said, and she was already sporting the Dashiell family heirloom bracelet.

    Remington gave a rat¡¯s ass about Evelina and the kid and never denied a thing.

    What was there left for Lizetta to hope for?

    Dump his ass, and fast! I hope that dog of a man gets what¡¯sing to him¨Cgues, a pile of kids,

    and nobody to call his own!¡±

    Ynda was livid, genuinely feeling for Lizetta.

    The whole switched¨Cat¨Cbirth drama had everyone pitying Evelina for her hard knocks, but no one

    thought about how Lizetta, being innocent and clueless, had her world turned upside down overnight.

    There were plenty of fish in the sea, and Evelina knew damn well that Remington was Lizetta¡¯s only

    lifeline, yet she went after him hammer and tongs.

    That woman was up to no good, aiming to snatch everything from Lizetta.

    And Remington, too¨Che knew the size of the shadow Evelina cast over Lizetta¡¯s heart. If he had to

    cheat, Ynda wouldn¡¯t have been so cut up about it if he¡¯d chosen anyone else.

    She was so pissed that she felt like grabbing a kitchen knife, but Lizetta justughed and leaned in for

    a hug.

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    ¡°It¡¯s probably for the best. A wake¨Cup call that stings might make me snap out of it faster,¡±

    Feeling her nose tingled, Ynda wrapped her arms around Lizetta¡¯s shoulders, and Lizetta smiled.

    ¡°Eat up, the noodles are getting cold.¡±

    She lowered her head to pick at the noodles; as the scent of the seafood vor wafted up, Lizetta

    suddenly gagged.

    Ynda¡¯s face fell, ¡°Liz, don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re pregnant.¡±

    Lizetta froze, clutching the utensils tightly.

    Last time Remington had told her to take a pregnancy test, Lizetta, being stubborn, didn¡¯t bother and

    just sprinkled some water on it instead.

    Her periods were irregr, and she¡¯d been feeling sick these past few days¨Cso she had her doubts

    deep down there.

    She remembered how she clung to him and he lost control the night before Remington¡¯s business trip.

    The next morning, she¡¯d stayed in bed until noon.

    Could they have gone too hard and not noticed a broken condom?

    Lizetta¡¯s face drained of color as she set down her utensils and looked at Ynda.

    Half an hourter, Ynda sneaked back in, disguised with a wig from her live streaming. kit and heavy

    makeup.

    She ripped off the wig, ¡°I was incognito, no way I was spotted. Now go take the test. If that jerk got two

    women pregnant at the same time, he¡¯s really doggone!¡±

    Lizetta took the pregnancy test from her, and nervously headed to the bathroom.

    As the first red line appeared on the pregnancy test, Lizetta held her breath.

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    Just then, another faint pink line began to slowly emerge on the pregnancy test.

    It wasn¡¯t clear, but it seemed to be a faint positive.

    She was pregnant.

    Lizetta¡¯s legs gave way; she plopped down on the toilet seat cover, staring into space at that soft pink

    line.

    Ynda snatched the pregnancy test, and her hands were shaking with fury, ¡°Damn it, where the hell

    was Remington hiding when they were handing out human decency? Knocking up two women at the

    same time? That bastard can really pull some shit!¡±

    She squatted down and wrapped her arms around Lizetta, ¡°Liz, what¡¯s your game n? You gonna

    keep the baby?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t have a clue.

    She had promised Remington that they wouldn¡¯t have kids after they got married, but deep down she

    was dying for one.

    She was desperate for a baby to validate her rtionship with Remington.

    She had even thought that maybe, just maybe, if she had his child, Remington would finally ept her

    as his wife and start to fall for her.

    Now she knew how foolish and demeaning that thought was, and she was determined to let it go.

    But just her luck, the baby decided toe now.

    Just as Lizetta was a mess, her phone rang; wanting a break from her thoughts, she answered the

    phone immediately without even having looked at the caller¡¯s ID.

    ¡°Maestro Adagio? This is Evelina, I¡¯m reaching out about setting up a music deal. I believe. William

    from The Dashiell Group made it clear, money ain¡¯t an issue. If you¡¯re not satisfied, we can up the

    ante.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s phone was dual¨CSIM, and Evelina contacting this number meant she was reaching out to her

    alias.

    Lizetta frowned, and just as she was about to hang up, Evelina raised her voice.

    ¡°With The Dashiell Group and the entire Starlight Group backing me, your music will get the promotion

    it truly deserves. There are plenty of talented folks out there, but talent alone won¡¯t cut it. On the flip

    side, there are a dime a dozen cases of people getting sidelined or cklisted because they were too

    cocky to seize their chance. Isn¡¯t that right?¡±

    Evelina was basically threatening to cklist Lizetta

    music career would be dead in the water.

    Lizetta remained cool as a cucumber.

    Ynda, feeling like she was to burst a blood vessel, grabbed the phone and let loose.

    ¡°Excuse me? This is the first time I¡¯ve heard someone make having a sugar daddy sound so fresh and

    innocent! Do you even know your own level? If our Maestro Adagio gives you his music, do you

    seriously think your amateur fiddling is gonna do it justice? Why drop The Dashiell Group¡¯s name in a

    music deal; do you think the world revolves around you? With your crappy skills, you¡¯re just looking for

    a shortcut. The way I see it, if you ain¡¯t got the talent, all the effort in the world¡¯s just gonna make it hurt

    more. Better tuck yourself in and call it a night, and stop harassing us!¡±

    Ynda unleashed her tirade and cut the call.

    Worried, she looked at Lizetta, who had just found out about her pregnancy and was now dealing with

    the brazen mistress who had knocked at her door, especially since that jerk. was backing the mistress

    to steal her creative work.

    Ynda feared Lizetta couldn¡¯t handle it all.

    But Lizetta just chuckled; he stood up from the toilet seat, and yfully ruffled Ynda¡¯s hair.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go.

    I¡¯m not in the mood for instant noodles anymore. Let¡¯s hit up a restaurant; I gotta treat your golden

    mouth right.¡±

    Lizetta linked arms with Ynda and headed out the door.

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s carefree attitude, Ynda breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

    ¡°You¡¯re right. You¡¯ve got a special condition now; you need to eat something nutritious. And we gotta

    find a step¨Cdaddy for Remington¡¯s kid.¡±

    The two of them stormed out the door, leaving a trembling Evelina back in the hospital

    room.

    ¡°She¡¯s just a no¨Cnameposer; does she really think she¡¯s some sort of maestro? I was doing her a

    favor by offering a deal, and you heard the crap she just spewed!¡±

    April tried to calm her down, but Evelina wasn¡¯t listening.

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    She could never forget the first time she saw Lizetta; she was in a bun, wearing a pink and white

    princess dress, barefoot on the couch, ying the violin.

    The music was enchanting, it was like seeing a princess in a castle.

    But that should have been her life!

    All these years, she stuck with the violin with the single goal to crush Lizetta.

    But she was only average in talent ra was a dancer, and she, Evelina, is the biological daughter. But

    the one who Inherited the musical and dancing talents somehow seemed to belong to Lizetta, the fake

    heiress!

    No matter how hard she tried over the years, she always fell short. The fleeting look of disappointment

    in her mother¡¯s eyes fueled Evelina¡¯s burning jealousy and hatred towards

    Lizetta.

    Now that she was back in the country to develop her career, she wanted to dazzle everyone at her first

    solo concert. ssic violin pieces were too easy to reveal her technical shorings.

    She had set her sights on Maestro Adagio, since one of his works, a hip¨Chop infused piece, helped a

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    This tune is such a breath of fresh air, and it¡¯s just what she needed to make up for her shorings

    on the violin and enable her to really knock people¡¯s socks off.

    I¡¯ve got this piece in the bag!¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes were icy as she stared down William from the Dashiell Group.

    ¡°William, the big boss handed this off to you, and I couldn¡¯t care less how you get it done¨CI just want

    results. If you can¡¯t handle this little thing and get the boot, don¡¯te crying to me.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Ms. Hawthorne, I¡¯ll hunt down her and have a good talk with her.¡±

    Lizetta had been job hunting for two days without any luck; clearly, Remington was trying to strong¨Carm

    her into throwing in the towel anding back.

    Knowing she had hit a dead end with the usual job agencies, Lizetta decided to think outside the box

    and asked Ynda to keep an eye out for other part¨Ctime gigs.

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    Back in the day, this girl got bullied too and vowed to be a knight in shining armor, SO that she

    could protect both herself and Lizetta. She¡¯d sneak into martial arts sses whenever she could.

    Turns out she was a natural, and even got into film school on a martial arts schrship.

    Now she¡¯s a stunt double on set, and has been added to a bunch of extras and crew

    groups

    She¡¯s a social butterfly, who knows a ton of people, so in no time, she found Lizetta three part¨Ctime

    jobs.

    Lizetta had been so busy with the side hustles that she hadn¡¯t visited the hospital for days, but today

    she brought two homemade meals with her.

    She dropped off the first meal for Joseph and then headed upstairs with the second.

    She had promised Hogan she¡¯d cook for him, so she took the chance while spoiling Joseph to make

    Hogan a packed lunch too.

    As she approached the elevator, the doors opened, and out stepped Remington and Evelina, side by

    side.

    Not wanting to bump into them, Lizetta quickly ducked into the nearby stairwell.

    ¡°Oops!¡± Evelina stumbled near the stairwell.

    Remington caught her in time, ¡°Be careful.¡±

    ¡°These heels seem a bit slippery.¡±

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    have someone bring you another pair.¡±

    Remi, you don¡¯t have to be so delicate with me, I¡¯m not made of ss.¡±

    The familiar voice of the man and Evelina¡¯s honeyed tones drifted away gradually.

    Lizetta leaned against the wall, with her nails scratching against it in frustration, and thought about how

    much Remington cared about the child in Evelina¡¯s belly.

    Remington entered Joseph¡¯s room first, while Evelina lingered, while casting a seemingly casual nce

    towards the stairwell with a sly smile on her lips.

    She had seen Lizetta.

    It took Lizetta a moment to emerge.

    She went upstairs, but Hogan was still in surgery, so she visited Thaddeus¡® room first.

    Taking over from the caregiver Zora, she massaged Thaddeus¡® legs.

    As Thaddeus had been in aa for six months, his muscles became atrophied and thin. Lizetta

    massaged him, while recalling thest time she saw her brother before the ident.

    He was excited about a big financial case he was handling. He said once it was done, he could buy a

    two¨Cbedroom apartment.

    ¡°Then you¡¯ll have a ce to call home, Liz. If you¡¯re ever unhappy with the Dashiell family, juste

    back. I can take care of you forever.¡±

    He had smiled warmly while patting her head.

    But the case never closed, and her brother had an ident. As she wiped his face with a towel, she

    teased, ¡°Are you staying asleep just to avoid buying me that house? Listen up, my material desires only

    grow with age. If you don¡¯t wake up, I won¡¯t settle for a two¨Cbedroom¨CI¡¯ll need at least a four¨Cbedroom

    t!¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re low¨Cballing your brother, why not aim for akeside vi?¡±

    Hearing a teasing voice from behind, Lizetta turned to see Hogan, which made her

    slightly with a smile.

    ¡°You haven¡¯t had dinner yet, right? I brought some food.¡±

    blush

    ¡°How about we enjoy it in the garden downstairs? The air¡¯s nice today,¡± Hogan suggested, while picking

    up the thermal container.

    The hospital garden was lush with green grass, and the evening breeze carried the warmth ofte

    summer and a hint of earthy fragrance.

    Hogan, being gracious, ate neatly but clearly savored the meal.

    Lizetta sat next to the bench, and as she was about to inquire about Thaddeus¡® overseas

    treatment, an annoyed voice came from behind.

    ¡°Sister?¡±

    Lizetta turned to see Evelina in a hospital gown.

    The tall figure standing beside her was none other than Remington, with Cedric behind him holding a

    lady¡¯s cashmere shawl.

    The man exuded his usual chill, and his presence, being frosty and cold, seemed to bring an early

    autumn to the corner.

    Evelina¡¯s gaze lingered meaningfully on Lizetta and Hogan.

    ¡°Sister, you¡¯re still so likable, and your friends are all so impressive. Who¡¯s this?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned cold, ¡°You¡¯re still as unlikeable as ever, always talking in riddles.¡±

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    Evelina looked all woebegone as she stepped forward.

    Liz, are you still ticked off about what happenedst time? I¡¯m sorry, okay? It was my pregnancy

    messing with my appetite, and me being all weak and hypoglycemic that made me fall and Remi

    thought you pushed me. He¡¯s just super protective of the baby. Liz, I¡¯m seriously saying sorry here. Can

    you forgive me?¡±

    She was skinny as a rail, with a in face and features that weren¡¯t anything to write home about

    individually, but together, they kinda worked¨Cin a lost¨Clittlemb sorta way, especially with that pure,

    innocent look stered on her face.

    Right then, she was the picture of sincerity, which made it hard for anyone to give her a hard time. But

    Lizetta? She saw right through it, seeing nothing but bad news.

    She couldn¡¯t stand Evelina pulling that act, as she still remembered their first meeting clear as day.

    Evelina had been led into the Hawthorne family¡¯s living room by ra, where she had gone straight for

    Lizetta with a hug, then quickly let go, all jittery, apologizing.

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m so sorry, did I get your dress dirty? I swear it wasn¡¯t on purpose.¡±

    Before Lizetta even got a grip on what was going on, ra, all heartache and worry, scooped Evelina

    up and red at her.

    ¡°Mommy, who¡¯s this?¡±

    Little Lizetta didn¡¯t get why her mom was cuddling some other kid, and just asked, but Evelina freaked

    out like a startled deer.

    ¡°Does Liz not like me? I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯ll just go.¡±

    ra had whisked Evelina away, and turned sharply to Lizetta: ¡°Don¡¯t call me mom anymore, I¡¯m not

    your mother!¡±

    Years had passed, and Evelina hadn¡¯t changed a bit.

    Lizetta quirked a lip, ¡°Fine, take a bow then.¡±

    Evelina was stunned, and Lizetta was dripping with sarcasm.

    ¡°You¡¯re the one making a big show of apologizing. I¡¯d be letting you down if I didn¡¯t let you take a bow

    to match your earnestness.¡±

    As if Evelina would go for that.

    With tears brimming, she turned with a pleading look to Remington.

    Lizetta followed her gaze, and her clear eyesnded on Remington.

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    There he was, with that deep, unfathomable look. Lizetta was wearing a daffodil¨Cyellow dress that day,

    with her hair casually clipped up, and a couple of strands falling softly beside her face, making her skin

    look even more charming.

    As she sat next to Hogan, her dress swayed and brushed against his sult pants, and she looked every

    bit the docile wife.

    This woman, who had bolted from home for eight days, not to mention hopping on some random

    dude¡¯s motorcycle that night, was now delivering love¨Cpacked lunches to another

    man.

    Remington noticed a dish of sweet and sour crispy eggnt in the lunch box¨Ca dish that¡¯s simple, but a

    real hassle to make. She really went all out.

    His already icy demeanor seemed to drop a few more degrees.

    ¡°That day was my misunderstanding, and it had nothing to do with Evelina! Since you pped her,

    you¡¯ve blew off some steam; don¡¯t be someone who can¡¯t let things go.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart squeezed. She didn¡¯t know what she was expecting; why would she think Remington

    gotta be any different from ra back then.

    Pfft.

    Before Lizetta could respond, Hogan stood up and spoke.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯ve got it wrong. If someone without a leg to stand on still tries to argue their case,

    why should someone in the right have to let it slide?¡±

    Their gazes shed across the room, almost like a standoff with des drawn.

    Remington¡¯s thin lips quirked slightly, ¡°Dr. White, that ain¡¯t right either. What matters between spouses

    isn¡¯t about being right or wrong; it¡¯s about caring for each other. Liz,e here.¡±

    He turned his gaze to Lizetta and beckoned her with his hand.

    Staring at his outstretched palm, Lizetta felt her heart was being squeezed.

    He said what mattered was caring for each other, but did he even care about her?

    If he did, what was Evelina to him?

    But his words and look were so damn misleading, making Lizetta¡¯s head spin and tempting her to reach

    out and take his hand.

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    But before Lizetta could react, Evelina had butted in between her and Remington, all frantic.

    ¡°Remi, Dr. White, please, no more fighting. I¡¯ll bow and apologize to Liz.¡±

    Evelina bent over to bow, and that¡¯s when a shrill and vicious shout cut through the air.

    ¡°Hogan, you heartless quack! You let my son die, you owe me his life!¡±

    With that scream, a middle¨Caged man in a long¨Csleeved ck shirt yanked a knife from his clothes and

    started waving it around like a maniac.

    Lizetta, with her back to themotion, instinctively turned around, only to see a sh of steel heading

    straight for her face.

    ¡°Ah! Remi! Save me!¡±

    In the chaos, she heard Evelina¡¯s scream. Remington must have gone to save her.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart sank; her body tensed up, and her mind went nk. She barely had time to close her

    eyes, almost resigned to waiting for the knife to strike.

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    Lizetta just felt herself yanked away by a strong force, and the next second, she was enveloped in a

    comforting and warm embrace.

    She breathed in the cool fragrance of the man, like frosty pines on snowy peaks, with a power to

    soothe the soul.

    Lizetta looked up incredulously into Remington¡¯s deep eyes. For a moment, it was as if she could only

    see her own reflection in his gaze.

    ¡°Scared stiff, huh? It¡¯s all good now.¡±

    Hisrge hand caressed the top of her head, and his voice was soft and low.

    Lizetta stared at him dumbfounded, feeling her heart racing as if it might burst out of her chest, yet she

    was unsure whether it was due to his gentleness now or the shock from

    before.

    She lifted her hand and clung tightly to Remington¡¯s waist.

    Evelina, copsed in Cedric¡¯s arms, turned her head and caught this scene.

    In the nick of time just before, she had thrown herself at Remington, yet he didn¡¯t hesitate to toss her

    aside. If Cedric hadn¡¯t caught her, who knows how embarrassed she¡¯d be right

    now.

    Evelina even suspected that if she hadn¡¯t been between Remington and Lizetta, he wouldn¡¯t have

    bothered to toss her aside; his eyes were only for Lizetta!

    Now, as Evelina saw Remington and Lizetta in each other¡¯s arms, jealousy burned in the depths of her

    eyes.

    She hurried forward. ¡°How can there be such a lunatic in the hospital? It¡¯s a good thing Remi pushed

    me away! Oh my God, Remi is hurt!¡±

    Brought back to reality by the noise, Lizetta finally noticed a gash on Remington¡¯s right

    arm.

    The suit jacket and white shirt were torn, with blood dripping steadily¨Cwhich was a shocking sight.

    Evelina clutched Remington¡¯s arm, with tears falling like rain.

    ¡°It¡¯s all my fault, if it weren¡¯t for pushing me out of the way, you wouldn¡¯t have been hurt.¡±

    So he had made sure Evelina was safe before saving her? This injury was also for Evelina¡¯s sake.

    LE are you okay?¡±

    Remington had shielded Lizette and kicked the attacker away. The guy tried to get up but Hogan

    delivered an extra kick and pinned him down with his hands behind his back on the ground.

    Now that security had taken control of the situation, Hogan finally got a chance to check In on Lizetta.

    Lizetta shook her head at him. ¡°I¡¯m fine, and my senior brother is¨COuch!¡±

    She didn¡¯t get to finish her sentence as a man¡¯s strong grip clenched her waist, and his fingers dug into

    the soft flesh there; the pain it caused made her whimper.

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    After the security came to ask Hogan to handle the aftermath, he apologized to Lizetta.

    ¡°The guy¡¯s son hadte¨Cstage brain cancer, and was now not eligible for surgery. He begged me on his

    knees yesterday to operate, but I had to refuse. His son passed away this morning. Sorry for dragging

    you into this. I¡¯ll have a colleague take care of Mr. Dashiell¡¯s wound.¡±

    He turned to call a nurse over, then hurried off with security.

    ¡°Ouch, Remi, does it hurt?¡±

    Evelina, still crying, blocked the nurse.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes were cold as she yanked Evelina away.

    ¡°He¡¯s not dead yet, and your tears aren¡¯t antiseptic, so spare him the extra moisture if you want him to

    heal faster!¡±

    Remington looked down at Lizetta with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

    She was like a little cat guarding her food, and it was kind of adorable.

    Evelina staggered back a couple of steps, and used Lizetta with tearful eyes.

    ¡°Remi got hurt because of me, so why can¡¯t I cry?¡±

    Remington, getting a headache from the noise, nced coldly at Cedric and ordered.

    ¡°Take her back to her room.¡±

    Cedric quickly stepped forward, and draped a shawl over Evelina. ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, let me escort you.¡±

    Evelina didn¡¯t want to leave; she didn¡¯t want Lizetta and Remington alone together. She showed a

    pained expression, supporting her belly, and her face turned slightly pale.

    ¡°Remi.

    Before she could finish, Remington said.

    ¡°Go rest. I¡¯lle see you in a bit.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes brightened, and without further fuss, she obediently nodded, turning to

    Lizetta.

    ¡°Sis, since Remi doesn¡¯t take care of himself, please make sure the nurse bandages him up properly,

    okay?¡±

    She gave Lizetta a concerned nod before turning to leave.

    Lizetta pulled Remington to sit on the bench, gesturing for the head nurse toe over, and she

    couldn¡¯t help but murmur.

    ¡°This is quite the love scene.¡±

    Remington raised his arm to cooperate with the nurse to cut off the sleeve.

    Hearing her words, he lifted his lids; his gaze was deep, and lips curled slightly.

    ¡°Jealous?¡±

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    Lizetta red at him; her almond¨Cshaped eyes almost popped, ¡°Can¡¯t you tell that I¡¯m talking about

    taking gunpowder?¡±

    Remington raised an eyebrow, ¡°If you¡¯re so full of fire, just don¡¯t blow me up with you.¡±

    Lizetta was fuming, but the head nurse couldn¡¯t help but let out a chuckle.

    Worried she might shake and hurt Remington further, Lizetta quickly told her, ¡°Easy does

    It.¡±

    The head nurse, a woman in her forties, couldn¡¯t help but smile at Lizetta and said, ¡°You¡¯re all bark and

    no bite, sweetie. Rx, I¡¯m a pro. Won¡¯t hurt your boyfriend. Besides, he¡¯s a big boy, can¡¯t he handle a

    little scratch?¡±

    By then, Remington¡¯s sleeve was cut open, revealing his wound.

    It was a good ten centimeters long cut, with his skin peeled back, which was quite bloody

    to behold.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart clenched, and she bit her lip. ¡°That looks pretty bad, how can you say it¡¯s nothing?

    Nurse, please, no more chatting.¡±

    She was more nervous than the head nurse, and even more than the injured Remington.

    The head nurse found it amusing, while Remington, somewhat resigned, reached out with. his

    uninjured hand and sped Lizetta¡¯s neck from behind.

    With his warm touch, Lizetta was pulled into his chest, with her forehead against his heart. She couldn¡¯t

    see anything, and Remington¡¯s voice came from above, tinged with.ughter, ¡°It¡¯ll be over soon.¡±

    ¡°Oh.¡±

    Lizetta nestled in his arms, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, and for some reason, she felt a

    tinge of sourness in her nose.

    She didn¡¯t move, and the nurse quickly disinfected the wound.

    ¡°Need to stitch this up.¡±

    The moment Lizetta heard about stitching, she anxiously tried to lift her head, but his big hand gently

    caressed her neck.

    ¡°Don¡¯t move.¡±

    The tingling sensation made Lizetta soften again, and Remington nodded at the nurse.

    ¡°Thanks, she¡¯s always been a drama queen, sorry for theugh.¡±

    The head nurse worked skillfully; after finishing the stitching and applying medicine, she

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    took the gauze from a colleague and said with a smile, ¡°You¡¯re lucky, having a girlfriend who cares

    about you so much.

    Lizetta moved again, and Remington¡¯s thumb brushed her earlobe, pinching the reddened flesh.

    ¡°She¡¯s my wife.¡±

    The head nurse was a bit surprised, mainly because Lizetta looked just like a college gid

    After she finished bandaging Remington, she stood up and pulled down her mask to speak.

    ¡°You need to cherish her, roping her in so young.¡±

    The head nurse and her assistant left, and Remington let go of Lizetta. She looked up at him with a

    barely suppressed smile in her eyes.

    Remington looked down, meeting her smiling eyes, whose curving looked pretty attractive

    ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡± His tone softened.

    Lizetta blinked, ¡°The nurse was implying you¡¯re robbing the cradle, didn¡¯t you catch that?¡±

    Remington pursed his lips, thinking that the point of the nurse¡¯sment was to take good care of her,

    yet she sure knew how to pick up on things.

    He leaned down, brushing his nose against Lizetta¡¯s.

    Their breath mingled in the intimate space and filled it with a palpable tension.

    Lizetta stiffened, ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    Her voice trembled despite her efforts.

    ¡°Checking just how tender this grass is.¡±

    Lizetta, embarrassed and annoyed, pushed him away.

    The man let go, then he stood up and ruffled Lizetta¡¯s hair, ¡°Stop fussing. I asked Cedric to tidy up for

    you. Head back to Oakridge Heights early, okay?¡±

    Lizetta watched him; his arm was wrapped in bandages, and his torn suit jacket was draped over his

    shoulder, the evening light cast a warm, gentle hue over his broad shoulders and the sharp lines of his

    face, making him irresistibly handsome.

    Her hand quietly rested on her belly, and she thought, for the baby¡¯s sake, maybe she should try again.

    Pinching her palm with her fingertips, Lizetta asked almost timidly, ¡°What about Evelina?¡±

    Remington thought she was asking whether he would visit Evelina and, recalling Evelina¡¯s

    gesture of holding her belly as she left, he said, ¡°I¡¯ll check on her. You go ahead, I¡¯ll be back

    soon.

    Lizetta felt her heart turn cold in an instant. The warmth and flutter she felt moments ago turned to

    nothing because of his words.

    She shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m not going back.¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened, and as she stepped away, he grabbed her shoulder in a firm

    grip.

    ¡°Lizetta, what do you really want?! I¡¯m hurt, shouldn¡¯t you move back in to take care of me?¡±

    Lizetta found it funny, struggling to get free, ¡°Weren¡¯t you injured for Evelina? Let her move in and take

    care of you, and she¡¯d probably be happy with that.¡±

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    Remington scoffed, ¡°She¡¯s afraid of blood.¡±

    Lizetta was generous, afraid she couldn¡¯t push her husband out the door fast enough.

    Indeed, Evelina had a fear of blood, supposedly from childhood trauma due to domestic violence by

    Hans, but Lizetta had been beaten even worse by Hans. Didn¡¯t she deserve to be traumatized?

    Feeling her heart ached, Lizetta pulled her shoulder from Remington¡¯s grasp.

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    ¡°Sure, I¡¯ll head back, but I¡¯ve got one condition.¡±

    She seemed to soften; as a result, Remington¡¯s face finally lightened up a bit, and his tightly pursed lips

    turned to rx.

    ¡°Name it.¡±

    ¡®There¡¯s thisposer online, who goes by Maestro Adagio. He¡¯s got this new track, and I want it.¡±

    Lizetta stood tall, with her fists clenched.

    She knew the kind of pull Remington had. She didn¡¯t want to hand that song over to Evelina, but if the

    Dashiell Group kept snooping around, they¡¯d find her sooner orter, and they had ways to make her

    bend.

    Remington didn¡¯t see iting that Lizetta would bring up Maestro Adagio. His brows furrowed slightly.

    That song was part of a deal he¡¯d already hashed out with Evelina.

    Plus, Evelina was dying for that track, and there was Lizetta, justzing around at home, wanting that

    song just to spite Evelina. He said sternly, ¡°Don¡¯t be a brat, that¡¯s a no¨Cgo. Pick something else.¡±

    Lizetta bit the tip of her tongue, tasting the bitter sweetness of blood.

    She knew it she¡¯d humiliated herself once again.

    ¡°Be a good girl. I snagged some top¨Cnotch blood diamonds in Celestia, and aren¡¯t you into Elsa¡¯s

    designs at Tiff, the up¨Canding jewelry designer? I¡¯ll have her whip up a bracelet for you.¡±

    He didn¡¯t finish his sentence when Lizetta cut him off.

    ¡°Give it to Evelina. She might not like blood, but she sure likes blood diamonds.¡±

    She started to walk away, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

    Jewelry¡¯s great and all, but to someone like Remington, it¡¯s just the easiest way to sweet¨Ctalk someone

    without breaking a sweat.

    He¡¯d dig into Maestro Adagio¡¯s background just because Evelina wanted it.

    But he never cared about what Lizetta wanted. Even when she mustered the courage to ask, all she

    got was disregard and lip service.

    That fleeting tenderness just now was probably another ploy to coax her back.

    Lizetta picked up the pace, soon breaking into a run.

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    Rounding the path, she bumped into someone.

    Sorry!

    Liz, what¡¯s wrong?¡±

    Hogan¡¯s clear voice rang out. He¡¯d finished his business but doubled back, feeling worried. Lizetta¡¯s

    eyes were red¨Crimmed; not wanting to be seen like this, she kept her head down.

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    ¡°I just remembered I¡¯m almostte for a part¨Ctime gig.¡±

    She tried to sidestep Hogan, but he stepped aside to let her pass, then he followed.

    ¡°I¡¯ll drive you.¡±

    Lizetta was hurting inside, not in the mood for chat, so she just quickened her steps.

    Her emotional outburst took Remington by surprise, and it irked him.

    He¡¯d never tried so hard to keep someone around, yet she still wanted a divorce, as if every second

    with him was agony. Fine, then let her go a hard knock might just straighten her out!

    But remembering the redness at the corners of her eyes as she left, Remington abruptly

    started to follow.

    That¡¯s when he saw in

    and Hogan¡¯s silhouettes, one after the other, walking away.

    The man¡¯s tall figure shielded the woman¡¯s, and their shadows merged in the setting sun.

    A chill settled in Remington¡¯s eyes as he halted his steps.

    Lizetta headed to Zion Theatre. Though she didn¡¯t join a dancepany after graduation, Professor

    Blue, who taught her at university and valued her talent, was an honorary advisor of the theatre and

    allowed Lizetta to use the stage when it was free.

    She¡¯d sometimese here to practice and record dance videos.

    Linking her music to the sound system, she stood barefoot in the spotlight, and a violin¡¯s intive

    melody filled the air.

    Pivoting on her right foot, she had her body sway and spin; her movements became more free and

    fluid, as graceful as a nymph skimming over water, as if she was defying gravity and dancing like a

    butterfly.

    The music was sometimes sad, sometimes joyous, slow here, fervent there ¨C just like Remington was

    to Lizetta.

    A light of redemption, yet a descent into ash.

    Remington had no clue about the pressure Lizetta had faced during his four¨Cyear absence.

    All the onlinements and nder, the defamation and insults, the Dashiell family¡¯s disapproval, the

    sneers and taunts, the belittling.

    Her disrupted dance dreams, her brother¡¯s trouble, the weight too heavy for Lizetta¡¯s fragile twenty¨C

    year¨Cold shoulders. She¡¯d even developed mild depression, leading to severe insomnia.

    This song was born out of an overdose of sleeping pills; when she woke to the chirping birds of dawn

    and thought of him in her dreams, her inspiration was sparked.

    Lizetta danced with abandon; her face was indistinguishable between sweat and tears, all drenched.

    Suddenly, the music stopped dead, and lights went zing.

    With her legs giving out, Lizetta fell to her knees; she was gasping for breath as she lifted her head.

    A figure standing at the side door of the stage looked at her with aplex gaze.

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    It was Evelina¡¯s mom, ra.

    Lizetta steadied her breath, slowly stood up, and called out.

    ¡°Mrs. Hawthorne.¡±

    ra gave her a nod, walked over, picked up a towel from the front row of seats, and handed it to

    Lizetta.

    ¡°Thanks.¡±

    Lizetta took it, wiping the sweat and tears from her face, turning slightly to avoid showing ra her

    disheveled state.

    ¡°Liz, I wanna have a chat with you.¡±

    ra spoke up, and Lizetta turned around, having a hunch why she was there. Lizetta nodded and

    replied, ¡°I¡¯ll just change some clothes and be right back.¡±

    ra nodded, ¡°Go ahead.¡±

    Lizetta took a quick shower, got changed, and came back to the venue. ra was still in front of the

    stage. Lizetta walked over.

    ra didn¡¯t turn around, staring at the stage and said, ¡°You remember, right? You snagged your first

    dancepetition gold medal on this stage when you were just five. You were so tiny but already

    rock¨Csolid, blew everyone away. I was so proud.¡±

    Back then, Lizetta was the little princess of the Hawthorne family, everyone said she was a chip off the

    old block but surpassed her parents; ra had her sessor, and ra herself was excited to tears.

    As a kid, Lizetta had been coddled and attentively groomed by ra and Kevin. Had she been their

    own flesh and blood, she¡¯d have been the luckiest little princess in the world, smooth sailing all the way

    up. But s.

    Lizetta knew ra wasn¡¯t here to rekindle their broken mother¨Cdaughter bond. She asked outright,

    ¡°Mrs. Hawthorne, you came to me for something, right?¡±

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re a born dancer. The Dashiell family¡¯s only cramping your style and soul, and Remington

    doesn¡¯t love you./I hope you can continue to shine on stage.¡±

    ra pulled out a check from her bag, ¡°Here¡¯s 500 gr¨¢nd, enough to set you up for studying abroad.

    Leave Zion City, will you?¡±

    Lizetta looked at the check handed to her, feeling neither moved nor anything but humiliation and

    disappointment.

    She knew ra¡¯s plea for her to leave was to clear the path for Evelina. Even though she

    knew she shouldn¡¯t take it to heart from those who ditched her, maybe the love she got too little, she

    still remembered the affection from her parents when she was a kid.

    Sometimes she¡¯d even wake from nightmares calling out for her mom.

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    Jolin was selfish and Indifferent, let Hans abuse her and took her frustrations out on Lizetta with

    needles. Lizetta never saw Jolin as her mom; it was ra she called for.

    But ra had long given her up; she was a child without a mother.

    Evelina was her own daughter. Lizetta held no grudges for being abandoned back then, but now, to

    step on her for her own daughter, to expect gratitude was too much.

    Lizetta looked up, ¡°Evelina got pregnant before marriage. Rather than worrying about my future, maybe

    you should focus more on teaching your own daughter, Mrs. Hawthorne.¡±

    ra¡¯s face turned cold, her expression flitting with difort.

    ¡°Lizetta, it takes two to tango. Eve getting pregnant means a guy wanted her to. Four years ago, the

    Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family discussed marriage, and Remington had agreed. If you hadn¡¯t

    stepped in, Eve¡¯s child would be born into their wedded bliss!¡±

    Lizetta clenched her fists, only knowing that four years ago everyone assumed Evelina and Remington

    were an item. But she didn¡¯t know Remington had agreed to tie the knot.

    ¡°You owed Eve from childhood; you stole her marriage four years ago. Now that Eve¡¯s pregnant, it¡¯s

    time for you to step aside!¡±

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s peace, ra frowned but her heart didn¡¯t soften; she stuffed the check

    into Lizetta¡¯s hand.

    Lizetta stepped back, her spine straight as it¡¯s stepping aside,

    if ready to snap. ¡°Ewan it Remington has to tell me himself.¡±

    ra sighed, ¡°Liz, consider it paying back the six years of care from me and my husband. I¡¯m begging

    you to do right by Eve.¡±

    Her face was full of love for Evelina, plotting for her daughter, but carelessly stabbing at Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    To do right by Evelina, but who was gonna do right by her? Lizetta¡¯s throat tightened; ra left the

    check on the chair and walked away quickly. As she gazed at ra¡¯s retreating figure, thest bit of

    warmth and admiration in her eyes vanished.

    ra was wrong; she owed nothing to the Hawthorne family. Their six years of love were for their

    daughter, not for Lizetta.

    And now, by what right did they have to guilt¨Ctripping her?

    ra left the building, the sky outside already dark, the Hawthorne family car parked

    under a tree not far away. She was about to step forward when a voice called from

    above.

    Mrs. Hawthorne.¡±

    ra looked up; the second¨Cfloor window opened, and Lizetta¡¯s beautiful face shone in the night, her

    hand slightly raised.

    ¡°Your generosity is too much for me to bear. Please take it back.¡±

    The check fluttered to the ground by ra¡¯s feet as the window closed.

    ra¡¯s face turned ugly with anger and humiliation, mixed with an unspeakable dejection. Inside the

    car, Evelina, unable to wait, pushed the door open and ran over, ¡°Mom, how did it go? Did she agree?¡±

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    Lizetta was already on the brink of divorce, and now someone was throwing cash her way. There was

    no way she¡¯d say no to that.

    The moment Lizetta pocketed the dough, whether she went through with the divorce or not, Remington

    couldn¡¯t stand having wool pulled over his eyes. It was like she was nting a thorn right in his heart.

    ra shook her head, ¡°Let¡¯s talk back in the car.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s heart sank in an instant. She thought that with Lizetta¡¯s soft spot for ra, the old ¡°motherly

    love¡± card, there was no way Lizetta could turn her down.

    What an ungrateful snake! As the car started moving, Evelina¡¯s tears started flowing like a waterfall,

    and she threw herself into ra¡¯s arms.

    ¡°Mom, I don¡¯t care that Lizetta got mad, pped me, all of that jazz. But my belly¡¯s getting bigger by the

    day, and Remington, still hung up on Fiona, won¡¯t get a divorce.

    How can I bear to have my child be the talk of the town? I had a rough enough childhood; I don¡¯t want

    my baby to be born into this cruel world.¡±

    ra¡¯s heart was shattered, and she patted Evelina trying tofort her, ¡°Don¡¯t you worry I¡¯m gonna

    make sure you get what you want.¡±

    After she sent Evelina to her hospital room and made sure she was asleep, ra stepped out and

    made a call, her voice light, ¡°Fancy grabbing a coffee when you¡¯re free?¡±

    Night fell.

    Fresh out of the shower, Lizetta counted her stash of cash again, furrowing her brow. As hard as she

    was hustling, saving money for regr folks was like watching paint dry. She was always spending

    more than she was saving.

    She¡¯d scraped together not even 30 grand. Who¡¯d have thought Mrs. Dashiell would be scraping by like

    this?

    Lizetta was feeling a bit down in the dumps, thinking, actually trading in that dirtbag for 500 grand didn¡¯t

    seem like such a bad deal.

    Just as she was about to hit the hay after tidying up her stuff, her phone buzzed.

    Ynda had already knocked out, and Lizetta, not wanting to wake her, quickly answered the phone

    and headed to the balcony.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, the boss might have an infected wound and seems to be running a fever. I¡¯m sent out of

    town and can¡¯t make it back. Could you please rush over to Oakridge Heights to check on him?¡±

    It was Cedric,

    Lizette frowned, ¡°What about Edith? She¡¯ll take care of him.¡±

    Can¡¯t reach Edith by phone. Mrs. Dashiell, please, go check on him. Nobody¡¯s answering his cell either;

    he might have passed out from the fever.¡±

    Cedric¡¯s voice was filled with urgency, and Lizetta started to worry too. She tried calling Edith and

    Remington, but no dice, no one was picking up.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t dare dy, quickly changed and dashed to Oakridge Heights. As she stepped into the

    foyer, the vi was pitch ck, not a soul around, like no one was home.

    Lizetta started thinking maybe Cedric gave her the wrong address, that Remington wasn¡¯t even here.

    She went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and there was a nightlight on. Remington was

    propped up against the headboard, eyes closed, not sure if he was asleep

    or not.

    Seeing him there, Lizetta breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over. The moment her hand touched his

    forehead, Remington suddenly grabbed her wrist, his palm burning hot.

    He¡¯d definitely got a fever. Thinking he was awake, Lizetta leaned in, but then she saw his eyes were

    still tightly shut, his handsome face slightly flushed, breathing a bitbored clearly, he was out cold.

    Couldn¡¯t let anyone touch him even in his sleep, huh? Lizetta chuckled to herself, tried to pull away, but

    Remington¡¯s grip was like iron.

    ¡°Let go,¡± she touched his face with her other hand.

    Perhaps the coolness of her handforted him, Remington nuzzled into her palm and mumbled,

    ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡±

    Sick Remington seemed kinda cute to Lizetta, but then she remembered ra¡¯s words about it taking

    two to tango, and she was tempted to p him again.

    She leaned in closer, her voice soft, ¡°It¡¯s mom, sweetie. Say ¡®mom¡®, and I¡¯ll go get your medicine.¡±

    Before she could finish, he opened his eyes. His deep¨Cset eyes were lucid and sharp, not a hint of

    grogginess.

    Lizetta panicked; her instinct was to bolt. But the next second, he pulled her in forcefully, she lost her

    bnce, fell on top of him, and he held her down tightly.

    His feverish body heat scorched Lizetta, and she froze on spot.

    ¡°If I call you ¡®mom¡®, would you dare respond?!¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice was hoarse with illness, but it was fierce in Lizetta¡¯s ear.

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    Lizetta thought to herself, she¡¯d have to hear that, but she didn¡¯t dare say it out loud.

    Instead, she said, ¡°You¡¯ve got a fever, let me go, and I¡¯ll get you some medicine.¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t let go, instead, he rubbed his forehead against her neck and said, ¡°You actually came

    back!¡±

    There was anger in his tone, but Lizetta weirdly picked up a hint of hurt. It tugged at her heartstrings,

    and she pressed her lips, saying, ¡°You¡¯re not the one who took a bullet for Evelina. You should have

    here take care of you. Mmm.¡±

    He bit her ear, his burning heat enveloping her cool earlobe. Lizetta couldn¡¯t tell if it was the heat or the

    pain that made her whimper, trembling lightly.

    Remington released her ear and let out a raspy chuckle by her ear, ¡°Are you a fool, believing anything

    anyone tells you?¡±

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    What¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡± The man¡¯s breath was practically drilling into her ears, leaving

    Lizetta¡¯s head all muddled.

    Blind much? Figure it out yourself,¡± Remington snapped, shoving Lizetta away.

    Lizetta stumbled, nearly taking a spill. She shot Remington a nce, ¡°I¡¯m going to get the -medicine.¡±

    She quickly brought over some warm water and meds, helping Remington sit up.

    ¡°Did you take the fever reducer?¡±

    Remington nodded slightly.

    Since he couldn¡¯t take another fever reducer so soon, Lizetta picked it out, watched as he swallowed

    the anti¨Cinmmatory pills, and then felt his forehead again.

    ¡°Howe you¡¯re still burning up after the fever meds?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes drooped, silent. He hadn¡¯t taken any medicine; he was just putting on an act

    because he was worried that if the fever went down, she would take off again.

    ¡°Just lie down, I¡¯ll get you an ice pack to cool off.¡±

    As Lizetta tried to get up, Remington caught her wrist. With a tug, she toppled onto the bed, ending up

    in his arms.

    His forehead pressed against the back of her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist, he spoke in a

    soothing tone.

    ¡°No need. You¡¯ve got a cold heart and ¨¢ colder touch, which is just as good for cooling down. Let¡¯s just

    sleep like this for a bit.¡±

    She did tend to run cold; even in the summer her skin was cooler than most. As kids, whenever

    Remington got sick with a fever, he¡¯d grab her hand to use as a cool touch.

    And in winter, Lizetta liked to snuggle into Remington¡¯s arms. He ran hot, better than a hot water bottle.

    Shey there quietly; time seemed to stretch out, calm and peaceful. At the thought of what he¡¯d just

    said, Lizetta¡¯s mind shed back to the danger in the hospital, the gleam of the sharp knife she¡¯d

    closed her eyes to.

    She asked softly, ¡°You took that knife for me, didn¡¯t you?¡±

    She held her breath, waiting, and after a while, a proud snort came from behind her, ¡°Mm¨Chmm.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart felt lighter, a smile creeping onto her lips. The situation back then was

    chaotic. She hadn¡¯t expected Evelina, that scheming witch, to spout such nonsense right In front of

    Remington.

    So, you realize you¡¯ve been a thankless wretch, and you¡¯ve got nothing to say for it?¡±

    She kept quiet for a moment, and Remington¡¯s lips moved slightly. His lips brushed against her neck, a

    mix of ticklish and tantalizing; Lizetta felt her body heated up.

    She bit her lip, resisting the tingling in her heart.

    ¡°But you were with Evelina for her birthday, showering her with gifts.¡±

    She cut herself off, biting her tongue. Too much frustration, jealousy felt like a waste of energy, and

    saying such things aloud made her feel ashamed.

    Remington¡¯s voice carried a hint of helplessness.

    ¡°What did I give her? Didn¡¯t Ie home to be with you that day? You¡¯re young but already forgetful,

    can¡¯t even remember where the gift is?¡±

    Lizetta froze, then something clicked, and she tried to get up to check. But Remington tightened his

    grip, holding her close as if to meld her into his chest.

    ¡°Stay still, the gift isn¡¯t going anywhere. Just stay with me; I¡¯m in pain.¡±

    Tears welled up in Lizetta¡¯s eyes. So, he had prepared a gift for her too; it wasn¡¯t all about Evelina.

    Her heart fluttered with a mix of joy and sweetness, but then the thought of Evelina being pregnant

    turned all that sweetness bitter again.

    She choked up, taking a moment before speaking.

    ¡°I know you don¡¯t love me, that you married me out of obligation. So these past two years, I¡¯ve tolerated

    being neglected and aggrieved, swallowed the bitterness, and neverined. We could divorce, but

    you shouldn¡¯t have trampled over our already broken marriage by cheating, making me aughing

    stock!¡±

    She waited for Remington¡¯s response, still clinging to a sliver of hope. She hoped he would tell her

    himself that Evelina¡¯s child wasn¡¯t his,

    But there was only silence from behind her. Not a word from him. Lizetta¡¯s tears fell. After a long while,

    feeling cold inside, she pried his hands off and sat up, only to find Remington had fallen asleep.

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    Whether he hadn¡¯t heard her or had nothing to say, she couldn¡¯t tell. Lizetta was exhausted and didn¡¯t

    want to delve further.

    She tucked him in and left the bedroom for the third¨Cfloor activity room. Pushing open the door, she

    was greeted by a huge w machine.

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    So this thing, Lizetta got it when she was nine, thanks to Remington. She couldn¡¯t quite recall why she

    was down in the dumps back then, but anyway, Remington took her out to try her luck at the w

    machine. End of the day, the siblings blew over 200 coins and didn¡¯t snatch a single fuzzball.

    Lizetta ribbed him for his crappy skills, but Remington fired back, saying it was the w machine¡¯s

    stingy odds that were to me, not his technique.

    Lizetta turned a deaf ear, and the next day, her superpetitive brother lugged home this very w

    machine, rigged it so the odds of winning were a solid 100%.

    In no time, he snagged Lizetta a sofa¡¯s worth of plushies, and while she was secretly thrilled, she

    pouted and griped about him making her fave game boring.

    Later, Remington whipped up a little odds¨Ctweaking app on his phone, so he could switch up the

    chances whenever he wanted.

    From then on, this w machine turned into Lizetta¡¯s very own Doraemon. Feeling blue? She¡¯d give it a

    whirl for a little pick¨Cme¨Cup. In high spirits? She¡¯d take a shot; it¡¯d drop a surprise.

    When her birthday rolled around, she¡¯d be buzzing with excitement, practically glued to the machine,

    wondering what would pop out.

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    Ever since her fallout with Remington four years back, she hadn¡¯t touched a single gift from that

    machine.

    That was why it never crossed her mind that Remington would stash this year¡¯s present in there. She

    squatted down, fumbled around underneath, and sure enough, found a bunch of specially customized

    coins.

    Half an hourter, Lizetta¡¯s floor was littered with gift boxes; all unwrapped, only four had something

    inside.

    A wedding ring, earrings ¨C stuff Remington must¡¯ve slipped in over the past couple of days. And the

    other two? Her birthday present and their anniversary gift.

    A swanky diamond¨Cstudded watch, a mini camera ¨C Lizetta hit y and found a birthday message

    recorded just for her.

    It were blessings from her idol, the music maestro in Celestia, Cash. The legend was 78 and hadn¡¯t

    made a public appearance in ages.

    Scoring that birthday shout¨Cout must¡¯ve taken Remington some real elbow grease.

    Clutching the camera, Lizetta was a cocktail of excitement from her idol¡¯s encouragement

    and a deep, stirring emotion that wouldn¡¯t quit.

    It was like a feather dropped in theke of her heart, causing ripples that tickled her senseless, bringing

    an uncontroble sweetness to her soul.

    She decided to let bygones be bygones for the sake of the gifts, at least for now, and take good care of

    him.

    Gifts in arms, she bounced back to the bedroom, all set to check if Remington¡¯s fever had. broken,

    when rustling noises from the dressing room caught her ear.

    A burr? Not likely, with Oakridge Heights¡® tight security. Maybe Edith had found out Remington was

    sick?

    Lizetta headed for the dressing room, snagging a feather duster off a low cab just in

    case.

    But what she saw inside was beyond her wildest It was Evelina.

    guesses.

    Drawer open, clutching a pair of men¡¯s undies, she spun around at the sound. Their eyes. locked, and

    Evelina looked gobsmacked.

    ¡°What are you doing here, Sis? Remington told me you¡¯d moved out and asked me to look after him.

    I¡¯m so sorry; had I known you wereing back, I wouldn¡¯t have intruded.¡±

    Lizetta felt her blood run cold, her grip on the feather duster shaking.

    Remington¡¯s mistress had waltzed right in just like that. Catching her off guard, even as she was

    brimming with joy, like a bucket of ice water thrown on her scalding heart, ripping open a raw wound.

    ¡°How did you get in?!¡± She demanded.

    Evelina smiled, ¡°Well, someone gave me the code, of course. And to think it¡¯s my birthday ¨C that sure

    was a surprise.¡±

    This was the home Lizetta and Remington shared after marriage, with a password set by him. Lizetta

    had always thought it was their birthdays and anniversary, but Evelina¡¯s words made her realize it could

    just as well be Evelina¡¯s birthday.

    Lizetta felt like she was about to burst, her head buzzing.

    But Evelina wasn¡¯t done twisting the knife, ¡°Oh, and Sis, Remington isn¡¯t really into this brand of

    condoms ¨C says they¡¯re not thin enough for a good feel. But have you two always been using

    protection? You¡¯ve got quite the stockpile.¡±

    With that, Evelina fished a box from the drawer and waved it teasingly at Lizetta.

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    Lizette cracked a chilly smile, strutted over, and swung her arm.

    Ouch!¡±

    The feather duster whacked Evelina¡¯s arm hard, prompting a yelp as she dropped everything she was

    holding.

    The feather duster kepting for her, and Evelina, in agony, darted around the room in chaos. She

    hadn¡¯t expected Lizetta toy into her without so much as a word, and now she felt as if she was

    swelling up from hits to her hands, back, shoulders, and legs.

    Cradling her head and shielding her face, she cursed furiously, ¡°Lizetta, have you lost your damn mind?

    Back off, what gives you the right to hit me?¡±

    Lizetta scoffed, ¡°What happened to calling me ¡®Sis¡®? Should I just let the filth in the house fester and

    stink up the ce? That reeking off you, it¡¯s strong enough to be smelled from miles away.¡±

    Two more sharpshed from Lizetta, putting her back into it. Evelina couldn¡¯t take it anymore, she

    bolted from the dressing room with her head in her arms.

    Lizetta¡¯s chest heaved as she looked at the things Evelina had touched, feeling likest night¡¯s dinner

    was about toe spewing up her throat.

    She yanked out everything Evelina had touched from the drawer and tossed it into the trash. She came

    out of the dressing room, and found Evelina hadn¡¯t left; she was by the bed, leaning over to tend to

    Remington.

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    Lizetta felt a chill run down her spine, her voice sharp as ice.

    ¡°Get your filthy hands off!¡±

    She approached, and a frightened Evelina let go, but at that moment, the groggy man in bed reached

    out and grabbed her, ¡°Don¡¯t go.¡±

    His husky voice broke the silence, and Lizetta felt as if her feet had been nailed to the floor. The room

    turned dark before her eyes, yet Evelina¡¯s face lit up with glee.

    ¡°Remington, you¡¯re awake?¡±

    Evelina leaned in closer, not forgetting to shoot Lizetta a provocative look.

    This was her and Remington¡¯s bedroom, her home, her sanctuary. How could Lizetta stand for this?

    She charged over, shoving Evelina aside, and fought the urge to p Remington as she

    wered Remington, can you even see who¡¯s human and who¡¯s a ghost here?¡±

    The pills Remington had taken were soporific, and he hadn¡¯t been resting well these days. He was

    comforted in Lizetta¡¯s embrace and had dozed off.

    Pulled and prodded, he finally stirred, vaguely aware of a woman¡¯s voice and movement. Assuming it

    was Lizetta, he instinctively reached out.

    Now, seeing Lizetta¡¯s pale, angry face, red eyes staring back at him, Remington began to wake up.

    The man frowned, still confused about the situation.

    Over at the sofa, Evelina clutched her belly and dropped to her knees, ¡°Ah! My stomach, the baby.

    Remington, Lizetta pushed me and I hit my belly; it hurts so much!¡±

    Remington¡¯s expression shifted, he quickly got out of bed and helped Evelina sit on the sofa.

    Evelina¡¯s face was ghostly white, covered in cold sweat, her hand clutching her belly. Her sleeve slid

    up, revealing red welts, as she looked up at Remington with trembling hope.

    ¡°Lizetta hit me with the feather duster a couple of times, Remington; what if something happens to the

    baby? I¡¯m so scared.¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned icy, and he red coldly at Lizetta, his voice filled with anger, ¡°Who

    told you to hit her? Lizetta, what¡¯s gotten into you to be so crude?¡±

    Ridiculous. His mistress was brazen enough to invade her space and sicken her, and she wasn¡¯t

    allowed to get angry?

    ¡°I¡¯m crude? That¡¯s nothingpared to you two shameless, disgusting lovebirds! You asked her to be

    here and then called me over for what? To be humiliated? Should I just watch you two getting it on and

    p along to be considered graceful and proper?¡±

    ¡°Shut up! What are you ranting about!¡±

    Remington¡¯s face darkened, veins throbbing at his temples. How could he and Evelina have that kind of

    rtionship?

    In her eyes, was he really the kind of man who¡¯d bring any random woman home?

    Seeing Remington¡¯s reaction only seemed to Lizetta like his rage was still shielding Evelina.

    Evelina could do as she pleased, but Lizetta was not to speak up. Coldness was filled with Lizetta¡¯s

    heart.

    ¡°Remington, don¡¯t be angry, it¡¯s my fault foring and causing a misunderstanding.¡±

    Evelina, one hand on her belly, tugged anxiously at Remington¡¯s arm, trying to stand up. Lizetta

    watched them tug and pull at each other, her eyes and body aching. She couldn¡¯t

    tand another moment.

    ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll give you two space!¡±

    She turned and walked away, tears welling up in her eyes. As they glistened under themplight by the

    bed, they seemed to shake Remington¡¯s heart, snapping him out of his feverish haze Into sudden

    rm.

    He stepped forward to follow, but Evelina suddenly clung to his arm, ¡°It hurts, Remington.¡±

    Remington yanked his arm free, leaving her on the sofa, and hurried out the door, his figure quickly

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    Evelina mbered off the couch, green with envy, and took a few swings at it with her nched fists.

    Lizetta had rolled up in Ynda¡¯s second¨Chand Chevy, and when Remington dashed out of the vi, all

    he caught was the tall lights cutting a swath through the yard as the car sped off.

    He was sweating buckets from the fever, and a shiver ran through him as the cold wind hit.

    ¡°Boss! What the heck¡¯s going on? Let me help you inside.¡±

    Cedric came running over; his car was parked in the shadows outside the vi. Seeing Lizetta arrive,

    he was put at ease.

    He set an rm to remind him in an hour ¨C if Lizetta was still there by then, he could call it a night with

    mission aplished.

    But who would¡¯ve thought, just by snoozing a bit, it seemed like he missed the main event? Seeing the

    boss, in pajamas, one slipper missing and a thunderous look on his face, Cedric was shook.

    He¡¯d been with Remington for eight years and had never seen him in such a sorry state. Cedric used to

    think that if the sky fell, Mr. Dashiell would hold it up with his mouth, never losing his cool.

    Remington¡¯s eyes were icy as he red at Cedric, ¡°How did Evelina get here?¡±

    ¡°Uh? Ms. Hawthorne came?¡± Before Cedric could finish, he was sliced by Remington¡¯s re. A cold

    sweat broke out on his forehead, ¡°I¡¯ve been negligent.¡±

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    Remington shrugged off Cedric¡¯s helping hand and turned to go inside, slipping on his missing shoe

    with a poker face a few steps away, his silhouette stern as he entered the vi and instructed Cedric.

    ¡°Call an ambnce; get her out of here.¡±

    Back in the bedroom, Evelina was still pale and listless on the couch. Upon seeing Remington enter

    without Lizetta behind him, Evelina breathed a sigh of relief, her voiceced with concern.

    ¡°Remington, did you exin everything to her? Do I need to help with anything?¡±

    Her unfinished words faded under his icy stare, and she felt a knot in her stomach. Remington¡¯s

    handsome face was back to its usual calm and cool, hardly betraying any emotion.

    ¡°No need!¡± He cut Evelina off sharply; this mess was only getting messier.

    Rubbing his throbbing temples, he asked, ¡°Who let you in, and how did you get here?¡±

    No one sent me. Remington, you got hurt because of me. I was worried and wanted to check on you.

    The door was open when I got here. I¡¯m sorry, Remington. I had no idea Lizetta was here. If I had

    known, I definitely wouldn¡¯t havee! I¡¯ll call her right now and exin everything.¡±

    Evelina reached for her phone, but in doing so, she revealed more of the scratch marks on her arms

    and under her clothes ¨C a shocking array of blues and purples.

    Her face twisted in pain, her hands trembling as she searched for her phone.

    She looked pitiful. Still, Remington didn¡¯t want any trouble for the kid she was carrying, so he softened

    his voice and said firmly, ¡°Don¡¯t bother! And the injury on my arm wasn¡¯t from defending you. Don¡¯t

    come here again; it¡¯s not some ce you cane to!¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face turned even paler, wounded as she looked at Remington, who detachedly averted his

    gaze and ordered, ¡°Cedric, help Ms. Hawthorne downstairs to wait for the ambnce; don¡¯t let anything

    happen to the kid in her belly.¡±

    Cedric hurried over, not minding Evelina¡¯s reaction, and dragged her off the couch and out. Remington

    picked up his phone and headed to the study. When he called Lizetta, she had already driven two

    streets away, not wanting to pick up.

    But Remington kept calling, relentless. Lizetta swiped to answer, not letting Remington get a word in,

    she said with a sneer, ¡°Remington, when the hell are you going to sign the divorce papers? I can¡¯t wait

    another day! This clingy, dragging¨Cit¨Cout act isn¡¯t like you. If it weren¡¯t for Evelina jumping around in

    front of me all the time, I¡¯d think you were head over heels for me.¡±

    Silence reigned on the other end of the phone. If it weren¡¯t for the sound like knuckles cracking, Lizetta

    would¡¯ve thought the line had cut off..

    ¡°You¡¯re that eager to get divorced?¡±

    Just as Lizetta was about to hang up, not being able to stand the silence any longer, Remington¡¯s voice

    finally came, dark and sinister.

    ¡°Yes! We didn¡¯t get married for love in the first ce. Isn¡¯t it better to just split cleanly now and each go

    our own way?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t hesitate with her answer; she had already made up her mind before, especially now with

    Evelina in the picture.

    With the other woman showing up at her doorstep, if she didn¡¯t get a divorce, was she waiting to be

    kicked out by these two?

    ¡°Go our own way? Hmph.¡±

    After a pause, Remington replied through gritted teeth. Just as Lizetta thought he was still angry and

    unwilling to agree, his voice returned to calm; he coolly said, ¡°Fine, as you wish. Tomorrow at nine, see

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    The call ended, and Lizetta mmed on the brakes, gasping for air as she leaned over the steering

    wheel

    It was the oue she had desperately wanted, but at this moment, she felt anything but relieved or

    happy.

    She suddenly threw her head back, forcing the tears back into her eyes, and only when she looked

    down did she notice the small camera still hanging around her neck.

    It was the gift from Remington. She hadn¡¯t bothered to grab anything else when she left the house, but

    the camera had ended up dangling from her neck.

    She had been excited to wake him up and ask how he managed to get in touch with Cash, but who

    would know.

    Lizetta yanked off the camera, flung open the car door with all her might, and tossed the camera into a

    nearby trash can.

    She got back in the car, and drove off. But she hadn¡¯t gone far before she abruptly stopped, reversed,

    and, ultimately, couldn¡¯t resist picking the camera back up.

    Why should the idol take the fall for a jerk? It was not the idol who was at fault, the jerk didn¡¯t

    deserve it!

    Oakridge Heights.

    The ambnce arrived quickly. Evelina was loaded on, and it sped away with its siren wailing.

    In the mountains, a Bentley was parked in a secluded spot, watching the ambnce disappear into the

    distance. ra in the back seat looked anything but pleased,

    ¡°How could this happen!?¡±

    ¡°This time didn¡¯t work out: I¡¯ll n for the next. Lizetta doesn¡¯t have much clout but she¡¯s too proud and

    fragile, no rush.¡±

    The person beside her patted her reassuringly.

    Meanwhile, after Cedric had gotten Evelina out of there, he returned to the vi, feeling weak in the

    knees as he climbed the stairs.

    He had screwed up big time at work today, failing to keep the door and letting Evelina sneak in. He had

    no idea what kind of punishment was awaiting him.

    Cedric felt like punching himself for greedily snagging that one hour of sleep. His phone rang. and he

    answered. After listening for a moment, his expression turned serious.

    ¡°Okay, I got it. I¡¯ll report to the president right away.¡±

    He hurried upstairs and headed towards the study. The door wide open, the janitors were

    dragging the sofa and carpet out. Cedric stepped away, walked to the door, and knocked before

    entering.

    Remington stood by the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling window, his tall silhouette against the dense night outside, as

    immovable as a mountain, silent and solitary, except for the intermittent glow of a cigarette between his

    fingers.

    A few butts were already stubbed out in the ashtray beside him. Cedric¡¯s eyelids twitched violently; he

    sensed trouble.

    He took the initiative, ¡°Boss, there¡¯s been a problem with the project at Solstice Kingdom; it¡¯s tricky. I

    request to go there immediately to redeem myself; please give me a chance.¡±

    The next day dawned clear and refreshing.

    Lizetta was up early, or more urately, she hadn¡¯t slept at all. She med her insomnia on

    excitement, about to get divorced, about to free herself and be single again. She was over

    the moon.

    Looking at her pale, haggard reflection in the mirror, Lizetta morosely ruffled her messy hair, ¡°Lizetta,

    beautyes too easily for you; that¡¯s why you don¡¯t cherish it. That just won¡¯t do!¡±

    Muttering to herself, she quickly washed up, did her hair, and put on a stunning makeup. She then

    picked out a gorgeous outfit and stepped out of her bedroom.

    Ynda was practicing boxing in the living room and whistled when she turned and saw Lizetta.

    ¡°Gorgeous! Are you aiming to be a heartless ck widow?¡±

    Lizetta was in a ck figure¨Chugging dress, with a ck leather jacket and ck boots to match. She

    looked ready to attend a funeral with a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

    With her fiery red lips, she was the epitome of deadly allure.

    ¡°Sending off the ex¨Chusband, wishing him to be dead to me.¡±

    Today was indeed the funeral for her marriage, which was fine by her. Lizetta grabbed her bag at the

    door; she had prepared all her documents the night before. Ynda came over.

    ¡°Are you sure you don¡¯t want me toe with you?¡±

    Lizetta pinched her face. ¡°It¡¯s just a divorce, not that big a deal.¡±

    She arrived at City Hall by eight, and though Lizetta got in line early, there was still no sign of

    Remington by nine.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but remember the day they got their marriage certificate. She had thought

    Remington was forced to marry her and wouldn¡¯te early, so she dawdled to look prettier for the

    photos, arriving only after ten.

    To her surprise, Remington had been waiting for quite a while, and Cedric said if she hadn¡¯t beente,

    they could have been the first couple to get married that day.

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    Lizetta felt a mix of annoyance and joy, thinking maybe Remington wasn¡¯t entirely devoid of love for

    her. Unfortunately, Remington left the country right after they left the office, shattering her delusions.

    Maybe Remington was getting back at her for beingte to their wedding. With that thought. Lizetta

    patiently waited.

    But she waited until closing time, and Remington never showed up, the worst part being he didn¡¯t even

    call.

    Lizetta was livid, tried calling that jerk, but the call didn¡¯t go through. She tried calling Cedric, but no one

    picked up his phone.

    On her way back, Lizetta saw a video posted in the Starlight Group chat. The remation project that

    Starlight Group was cooperating on with Solstice Kingdom had an ident; two

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    Remington must have hightailed it out of there in the dead of night. In the video, the guy¡¯s trench coat

    was pping in the sea breeze as he weaved through the bustling crowd, looking all frosty and serious.

    Lizetta let out a sigh. No clue when he¡¯d be back, but it was crystal clear this divorce wasn¡¯t happening

    today.

    Right then, she got a message from Ynda.

    [Don¡¯te back yet.]

    Half an hourter, Lizetta got another message from Ynda, and she rushed home, bursting through

    the door with urgent questions.

    ¡°What¡¯s gone down?¡±

    ¡°People from the Dashiell Group showed up. Look at this.¡±

    Ynda nodded toward the coffee table, where a business card and a few printed contracts wereid

    out. It was all about that gig for Evelina, where Lizetta had used Ynda¡¯s info online.

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t surprised they¡¯de knocking. ¡°Did they give you a hard time?¡±

    Ynda shrugged, ¡°Just the usual stick¨Cand¨Ccarrot tactics. Pfft, as if I¡¯m buying it. They think they can

    ruin my future and get me kicked out of school? The Dashiell family ain¡¯t exactly mobsters.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s expression turned somber. The Dashiell family might not be mobsters, but they sure had their

    ways.

    If they decided to cut off someone¡¯s air supply, squashing little fish like them wouldn¡¯t even cause a

    ripple.

    She was kicking herself for not busting Evelina¡¯s hand yesterday, making it impossible for her to ever

    y the violin again. That¡¯d show her for stealing tunes.

    ¡°Let her y, then,¡± Lizetta tossed the contract back on the table.

    Ynda blinked, annoyed, ¡°Why should she get to y? Who¡¯s scared of a little showdown?¡±

    Lizetta cracked a smile instead, ¡°Tell them the tune¡¯s not for sale, but Evelina can have a one¨Ctime

    performance license for 200 grand.¡±

    She was itching to see what kind of hot mess Evelina would make of it.

    Ynda¡¯s eyes bulged, ¡°Haha. 200 grand for a one¨Ctime gig? That¡¯s a real bargain for Bitch Evelina!

    I¡¯m on it.¡±

    After shooting off an email, she reached out to Lizetta, ¡°Where¡¯s the divorce paper, c¡¯mon, hand

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    it over. Gotta Taunt it on Facebook and find some new prospects white I¡¯m at it

    Lizetta plopped down on the sofa. ¡°Didn¡¯t go through: Remington¡¯s left the country.)

    Ynda beld back, but couldn¡¯t help cursing.

    ¡°Figures, jerks like him never y it straight! Off on a trip,ving the groundwork for his side chick while

    dragging his feet on the divorce, You could make a bulletproof vest out of his thick skin and it¡¯d stop a

    nuke! What a fricking showott!¡±

    Evelina sported when she heard about the 200¨Cgrand for a one¨Ctime license,

    ¡°Poorposer, what a money grab! But at least she¡¯s sensible,¡±

    It wasn¡¯t her money anyway, she just cared about the oue, and she was in a pretty good mood.

    April joked, ¡°Probably got greedy once they saw Mi. Dashiell¡¯s people. These so¨Ccalledposers act

    all high and mighty, but throw enough cash and they fold faster than anyone.¡±

    *200 grand for a one¨Ctime performance right? Later, we can spin it as Mr. Dashiell¡¯s favoritism toward

    you. Won¡¯t that just kill people

    Evelina¡¯s eyes lit up, ¡°You better get a good putt piece written, and let everyone know just how greedy

    thatposer is.¡±

    April was a pro at this game of stepping on one and touting another. She nodded, ¡°Got it. You practice

    with the violin; it¡¯s been a while,¡±

    Evelina hadn¡¯t touched the violin since returning home; her mind was no longer on ying.

    April handed her the violin, and Evelina reluctantly struck a pose. The violin screeched, and she tossed

    it aside, her face contorted with pain and irritation.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s all Lizetta, that bitch¡¯s fault; my arm and hand are killing me. I¡¯m done practicing!¡±

    The bruises from the beating hadn¡¯t faded, and Evelina¡¯s face twisted with hatred. She remembered

    ra sneaking a peek at Lizetta¡¯s childhood dancepetition videos the other night after meeting

    her, and her jealousy burned even hotter, venom in her eyes,

    If only Lizetta¡¯s legs were ruined!

    Remington had vanished without a trace, and only after a day did he send Lize a message,

    [Major project ident, left the country, return date uncertain.]

    Lizetta, fuming, promptly blocked him.

    A week flew by, autumn rains unceasing. The air in Zion City had turned decidedly chilly.

    Lizetta left without taking any designer clothes from the wardrobe; they were meant for Mrs. Dashiell,

    not for her.

    So, Ynda took advantage of the weekend to drag Lizetta out shopping. They entered the mall, and

    Ynda, arm in arm with Lizetta, made a beeline for a familiar shoe store.

    ¡°You¡¯ve gotta wear soft, t shoes now, ditch the old ones. We¡¯ll buy a couple of pairs today.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Sure, sure, I¡¯ll follow your lead.¡±

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    She tried on a pair of ballet ts while Ynda spotted another unique pair and dashed off.

    Lizetta stood up, taking a few steps to see if they pinched, not noticing a wet spot on the floor that had

    been missed by the mop.

    She stepped on it, her feet slipped out from under her, and she crashed backward.

    ¡°Liz!¡±

    Ynda caught it out of the corner of her eye and nearly had a heart attack. Lizetta was pregnant, and

    this fall could very well mean the end for the baby.

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    Lizetta only freaked out for a sec she¡¯d taken so many tumbles while dancing that her muscles have a

    mind of their own now.

    She was about to pull a mid¨Cair twist and flip when a big hand mped down on her side. Before

    Lizetta could even process what was happening, she was scooped up off the ground into a full¨Con bear

    hug.

    Her heart pounding, Lizetta looked up and locked eyes with the man who¡¯d been MIA for a week. The

    mall¡¯s overhead lights were blinding, but there he was, holding her, his perfectlybed hair catching

    the starlight, looking like some sort of god with his handsome face.

    He was dressed to kill today in a ck shirt and a silver¨Cgray checkered tie. His suit wasn¡¯t the run¨Cof¨C

    the¨Cmill kind ¨C it had a bold peakpel design, and with that silver brooch and matching watch

    gleaming, he was the epitome of posh arrogance.

    Lizetta was so stunned being in his arms that she was totally spaced out. Then he whispered in her

    ear, ¡°What, I¡¯ve been away that long and you couldn¡¯t recognize your own hubby?¡±

    Hubby? That was a new one for Lizetta ¨C she couldn¡¯t help but blush to her roots, all dibobted.

    It wasn¡¯t until she caught the scoffing, not teasing, look in Remington¡¯s eyes that she snapped back to

    reality.

    She pushed him away and hopped down, quipping, ¡°Yep, didn¡¯t recognize you. After all, even a mutt

    can look like a gentleman for a day.¡±

    Remington almost burst outughing in fury. He¡¯d saved her and this was his thanks ¨C a dig at his

    humanity?

    ¡°Can¡¯t walk upright anymore? All you got left is a sharp tongue, huh? If I¡¯m a mutt, then you¡¯re

    mutt¡¯s mate.¡±

    Remington steadied her and then let go.

    Mutt and the mate? What the heck ¨C Lizetta was not amused.

    ¡°Boss, everyone¡¯s still waiting.¡± Cedric stepped up, a respectful reminder in his voice.

    Only then did Lizetta notice that Remington showing up had been strictly business. A lineup of suited

    and booted elites stood at the shoe store¡¯s entrance, all eyes on them, waiting for him.

    Even among these older folks, Remington¡¯s regal aura was undeniable. His status was clear as day.

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t sure if they¡¯d caught her snarkyments, and she blushed, looking down.

    Remington addressed the store manager, who looked like they were scared to breathe, ¡°Clean this

    floor up, get some proper mats for the try¨Con area, and don¡¯t leave safety hazards lying

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    around.¡±

    The manager nodded like their life depended on it, even scribbling notes.

    Remington nced at Lizetta and then walked away without another word.

    The elites swarmed him, and he was back in business mode in no time, sharp as ever, ¡°What¡¯s with the

    leasing strategy here? The advertising¡¯s not cutting it. Who¡¯s still backing this outdated setup?¡±

    As the group moved off, Ynda rushed over, grabbing Lizetta¡¯s hand and whispering with a squeal,

    ¡°Gotta admit, Badass Remington¡¯s got the hardware and software down pat. That aura of his ¨C I didn¡¯t

    even dare toe over. If only he didn¡¯t have any crap to deal with, he¡¯d be perfect.¡±

    Lizetta was helpless, ¡°Why do I feel like you¡¯re trash¨Ctalking me?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s eyes popped, ¡°No way, he¡¯s been eating you up recently? Where have you two been rolling

    in the hay? You¡¯re staying with me ¨C howe I don¡¯t know squat?¡±

    ¡°Speaking of which, this mall belongs to the Dashiell Group?¡±

    Lizetta went back to trying on shoes, ignoring Ynda, but it seemed like she wasn¡¯t destined for a

    peaceful shoe shopping experience today.

    A snarky voice came from behind, ¡°Hrious, some people would do anything to marry into wealth and

    yet they¡¯re stuck browsing at a plebeian shoe store, not minding the shame they bring to the Dashiell

    family.¡±

    Lizetta turned around and saw Evelina and Shirley, looking like two peas in a pod.

    was Shirley who¡¯d been making the snide remarks. She was the sixth child in Remington¡¯s generation

    and was the daughter of Remington¡¯s uncle.

    Before Lizetta was taken in, Shirley relished being the one and only girl, but when the former was

    adopted, without changing herst name, she stepped into the family hierarchy and had Remington¡¯s

    backing.

    Whatever Shirley had, Remington made sure Lizetta had too ¨C and often, what he gave Lizetta was

    even better than what was nned for Shirley.

    High and mighty Ms. Shirley Dashiell couldn¡¯t stand it. So, to Shirley, Lizetta had always been a thorn in

    her side. It was no surprise that Shirley and Evelina were thick as thieves..

    ¡°Do you like the shoes here, Sis? Pick any pair, I¡¯ll buy them for you. After all, they¡¯re not expensive.¡±

    Evelina came over, sounding all generous, as if she¡¯dpletely forgotten the p she¡¯d received.

    Lizetta motioned to a shopping guide, ¡°Bring me one of each size from these two rows; she¡¯s footing

    the bill.¡±

    She pointed at Evelina, whose smile instantly stiffened, ¡°Sis.¡±

    Ynda rolled her eyes. ¡°If you can¡¯t afford it, shut it. Seriously. I¡¯m so done with people who unt

    what theyck!¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not that I can¡¯t afford it, or that I¡¯m stingy with you, but buying so many shoes is just

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    ¡°So, you told me to pick whatever I wanted, right? I made my choice. Why do you care if I¡¯m buying

    them to wear or to p some cheap witch across the face with? What¡¯s the matter, didn¡¯t get enough

    last time and already forgot the sting?¡±

    Evelina suddenly remembered the marks that Lizetta left on her body with a feather dusterst time,

    which took a whole week to fade. She stepped back, her face turning sour.

    Ynda immediately grabbed a shoe and swung it fiercely through the air, ¡°Can¡¯t lie, these shoes have

    some real bounce¨Cback. Bet they¡¯d pack a punch on a skank¡¯s face.¡±

    Evelina shrunk back, and Shirley, fuming with anger, stepped forward, ¡°Who are you calling a skank!?¡±

    ¡°Whoever takes it personally, that¡¯s who! Why bother asking?¡± Ynda rolled her eyes.

    Shirley was so mad she was practically steaming, about to swing her purse. and go at it, but Evelina

    held her back.

    ¡°Chill out, Shirley. If Lizetta here doesn¡¯t appreciate my good intentions, let¡¯s just head across and

    continue our bag shopping spree. You pick a few your

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    like; they¡¯re on me.¡±

    She pulled Shirley away, but Ynda couldn¡¯t help but whisper to Lizetta, ¡°Is she some kind of

    phnthropist or just a rich fool looking to shed her cash, like she gets nastily itchy if she doesn¡¯t give

    stuff away?¡±

    Lizetta shrugged. But when Shirley heard this, she spun around, chin up.

    ¡°You have no clue! Remi¡¯s patrolling the mall today, and it was clear from the get¨Cgo. Anything Evelina

    fancies, it¡¯s on his tab. Not just a few purses, even if she picked out a whole cartload, she could afford

    to gift it.¡±

    Damn! That Remington, that douchebag, didn¡¯t even mention footing the bill. when he saw Lizetta

    earlier.

    Nice move, spending money on a mistress to p his own wife¡¯s face, huh?

    ¡°Liz.¡± Ynda was filled with regret, wishing she hadn¡¯t spoken so rashly, and now she had upset

    Lizetta.

    But Lizetta¡¯s face was stoic. She looked at Shirley and said, ¡°Thanks for the reminder, Shirley. I¡¯m

    about to run to the supermarket and grab some big scissors. Since I own half of everything that¡¯s

    Remi¡¯s, whatever you buy, I¡¯ll just cut it in half.¡±

    ¡°You! Just admit you¡¯re jealous of Evelina, quit the passive¨Caggressive crap.¡±

    ¡°Jealousy¡¯s for creatures of the same species. My Liz is fairy¨Clevel; why would she be jealous of you

    getting uglier or doing facial surgery more often?¡±

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    Shirley was so infuriated by Ynda she almost hopped on one foot. Evelina, worried the fight would

    be too embarrassing and alert Remington, dragged Shirley away.

    Ynda grabbed Lizetta, ¡°Take back every word I said about that jerk having any guts. Let Remington,

    that scumbag, softie with ED, loser, go get rotten with that bitch!¡±

    Lizetta patted her hand, ¡°Forget them, bad vibes.¡±

    Having lost her mood, Lizetta said to the shopping guide, ¡°I¡¯ll take the pair I tried on; just wrap them up

    for me.¡±

    She handed the shoes over, and the shopping guide smiled, ¡°Sure thing, Miss. I¡¯ll get you a fresh pair

    to wrap up; these are just the disy model.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, not really caring.

    As they left, the salesperson took the shoes off the shelf again and hurried to the back. Her phone

    rang, and she answered.

    ¡°Take care of those shoes.¡±

    Evelina ordered, her eyes full of annoyance, wanting to teach Lizetta a lesson, maybe even break her

    leg. How lucky could that woman get, just when Remington decided to show up!

    ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, rest assured,¡± the shopping guide flipped the shoes over,

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    revealing greasy stains on the soles.

    Lizetta and Ynda left the shoe store and headed to a restaurant upstairs.

    They ordered some spicy dishes, the scent already sending tantalizing.. aromas their way before they

    even started to dig in.

    Lizetta actually loved spicy food because Rachel had it frequently, and she¡¯d grown up influenced by

    that. But the Dashiell family¡¯s pte was more on the nd side.

    Living under the Dashiell roof, Lizetta had to go with the flow; even in Oakridge Heights, she always

    prepared mild food, just in case Remington came home. Meal after meal eaten alone piled up to her

    disappointment.

    ¡°Oh, no! Baby, are you okay? Let me check!¡±

    At the next table, a young mother identally knocked over a cup while pouring water, sshing hot

    water. She burned her arm but immediately checked on her daughter sitting in a high chair at a

    distance.

    Lizetta was lost in thought until Ynda put a couple of slices of cooked fish into her bowl.

    ¡°This ce¡¯s fish is top¨Cnotch. Eat up; the little one needs nourishment. I¡¯m looking forward being the

    baby¡¯s godmother.¡±

    Lizetta snapped back to reality, ¡°I haven¡¯t decided yet.¡±

    Ynda didn¡¯t respond, and just pushed her phone over with a photo on the screen of Lizetta

    daydreaming.

    ¡°Look at that smile, you¡¯re glowing with motherly love. You¡¯d be surprised if you could actually let go. If

    you want it, go for it. I¡¯ll even shave my head and y dad if needed; it¡¯s no big deal.¡±

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    Lizetta had her palm pressed against her belly under the table, eyeing that photo. So that was the kind

    of smile she had on her face just a moment ago.

    Warm and yearning. Yeah, as the days rolled by, she found herself bing more and more attached.

    Aside from Thaddeus, this kid was her only flesh and blood left in the world. And hey, this was her and

    Remington¡¯s child.

    ¡°We gotta figure out a way to get a prenatal checkup at the hospital.¡±

    Ynda was really stepping up like a worried dad, but Lizetta frowned and shook her head. She didn¡¯t

    dare go. If she did, she feared that with the Dashiell family¡¯s clout in Zion City, it wouldn¡¯t stay hidden

    from Remington.

    She still wanted to divorce Remington and skip the country ASAP, without any moreplications.

    Once abroad, it would be easy¨Cpeasy when the baby was born. Even if the Dashiell family caught wind

    of it, by then Remington would probably have tied the knot with Evelina and had their own kiddo, and

    wouldn¡¯t give two hoots about her baby.

    Her phone vibrated on the table. Lizetta nced at it ¨C Shirley was calling. Lizetta declined without a

    second thought, and just as she put the phone. down, it rang again.

    Ynda grumbled, ¡°What a pain in the neck, she¡¯s not gonna rest until we run after her with scissors, is

    she?¡±

    ¡°Ignore her. Aren¡¯t you a sucker for pork? Give it a try.¡±

    Lizetta silenced her phone and set it aside. But peace was short¨Clived. The screen lit up once again;

    this time with a call from Hanna.

    ¡°Don¡¯t pick up, it¡¯s your mother¨Cinw, and it can¡¯t be good news,¡± Ynda pursed her lips.

    Lizetta thought it over but decided to answer, sensing trouble brewing. And from what she knew about

    Hanna, dodging her call now would just mean

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    more hassleter.

    ¡°Lizetta, are you at the mall? Get down to the jewelry section on the first floor and sort things out. I¡¯ll be

    there shortly!¡±

    Hanna¡¯s voice was stern, and she hung up before Lizetta could get a word in. Confused, Lizetta settled

    the bill with Ynda and they headed downstairs.

    The jewelry area was packed like sardines, especially around the jade

    counter.

    Ynda plowed ahead, making way for Lizetta to follow. Before she could get a clear view, Lizetta

    caught a familiar wailing.

    ¡°Joseph, let me go!¡± It was Evelina.

    ¡°Holy smokes! Why¡¯s it sound like a pig ughter in the mall!¡±

    Ynda broke through to the front and gasped at the scene. Lizetta saw it too. Inside the jade counter,

    Joseph had two bodyguards pinning Evelina down, hammer in hand, ready to smash her wrist.

    Evelina, her arms forced onto a small table, was panic¨Cstricken, tears streaming down her face. She

    screamed at the bodyguards, ¡°Let go! I¡¯ll call the cops if you don¡¯t. They won¡¯t touch Joseph, but you

    won¡¯t get away with it in front of all these people!¡±

    The bodyguards hesitated, while Joseph, with one foot on a stool, looked every bit the thug kingpin

    junior.

    ¡°Whose side are you on, the Dashiell family or hers? Hold her tight, or I will have you pack your bags

    and hit the road!¡±

    He waved the hammer and warned Evelina again. ¡°That bracelet belongs to my Liz; you think you¡¯re

    worthy? Just keep them paws still, and I won¡¯t hit you! But if you squirm, and I cripple you, don¡¯t me

    anyone but yourself!¡±

    As Joseph raised the hammer again, Evelina turned ghostly pale, screaming for help, ¡°Shirley! Shirley,

    save me!¡±

    Shirley stepped forward to grab the hammer from Joseph, scolding furiously.

    ¡°Joseph, let her go! Did you hear me?¡±

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    ¡°Shirley, back off, or I¡¯ll smash you too! You¡¯re not the sharpest tool in the

    shed to begin with; one hit from me and you¡¯ll be a total idiot in the Dashiell family¡¯s pocket!¡±

    Shirley was livid. She was all delicate anddylike, no match for a

    rambunctious brat, hopping mad.

    When she turned, she spotted Lizetta, who had just made her way through the crowd, and her rage

    boiled over. She let go of Joseph and charged at Lizetta, ¡°Lizetta! This has got to be your doing!

    Joseph listens to you the most; make him let Evelina go!¡±

    ¡°Ah! My hand, my hand is broken!¡±

    Shirley hadn¡¯t even grabbed Lizetta when Evelina let out a blood¨Ccurdling scream. Joseph had brought

    down the hammer!

    And at that moment, Cedric¡¯s voice rang out from behind the crowd, ¡°Clear the area; no photos

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    Lizetta whipped her head around and saw two rows of security in ck swiftly part the rubberneckers.

    A tall and imposing man strode over briskly, his sharp gaze piercing through. Lizetta, who was standing

    off to the side, like an arrow.

    Before Lizetta could even gather her wits, Remington¡¯s towering figure had breezed past her like a

    whirlwind, heading straight for the counter.

    ¡°Joseph!¡±

    His voice was deep and icy cold. Joseph, who was startled by his arrival, dropped the hammer he was

    holding and was about to dive under the chair.

    Remington took two quick steps forward, grabbed the boy by the back of his cor, and hoisted the now

    tall and skinny kid up.

    ¡°Remi! I¡¯m sorry! Ugh, I can¡¯t breathe! Liz, save me!¡±

    Joseph was iling, his tiptoes nowhere near the ground, crying out for mercy. When Lizetta saw

    Joseph getting the short end of the stick, she rushed over, wrapped her arms around Joseph, and

    confronted Remington.

    ¡°Remi, Joseph¡¯s still sick! Let go of him! He¡¯s already said he¡¯s sorry!¡±

    While she spoke, she tried to pry Remington¡¯s hand off Joseph¡¯s cor with one hand, but the man¡¯s

    grip was surprisingly strong, his palm and fingers. like iron bars, and Lizetta couldn¡¯t budge it.

    Joseph¡¯s neck and face were turning red, his eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Lizetta for

    help.

    I mean, even if the kid wasn¡¯t sticking up for her, Lizetta wouldn¡¯t stand for anyone messing with her

    little brother, not even Remington.

    In a panic, Lizetta grabbed Remington¡¯s hand and bit down hard on the man¡¯s wrist. She was really

    putting her back into it because she was steamed..

    Just because Evelina got a little roughed up, Remington got all fired up and protective? He didn¡¯t even

    think twice aboutying a hand on sick Joseph!

    She was fuming and heartbroken, wishing she could take a chunk out of Remington, tasting the

    metallic tang of blood almost instantly.

    Finally, Remington let go, and Lizetta, stumbling, managed to steady Joseph. When she looked up

    again, Evelina was already in Remington¡¯s arms, crying her eyes out.

    She clung to him, her pale face showing off a huge bruise on her arm.

    *Joseph, it hurts so bad. I¡¯m scared. Boo¨Choo. I think my hand¡¯s broken. What if I can¡¯t ever y the

    violin again? It really hurts so much.¡±

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    She was on the verge of copse, and Remington, with a slight furrow in his brows and a chill in his

    deep eyes, wrapped an arm around Evelina¡¯s shoulder, his icy gaze fixed on Lizetta and Joseph

    leaning on her.

    ¡°What a fine mess you two have made!¡±

    Watching this unfold, Lizetta felt like her blood had turned to ice. She was his wife, but there he went,

    naturally siding with his mistress.

    The two of them, her and Joseph, didn¡¯t even weigh as much as one Evelina in his eyes. Lizetta felt

    humiliated, tugged at her lip, but before she could say anything, Joseph, leaning on her, slid to the

    ground, eyes shut.

    ¡°Joseph!¡±

    Lizetta shrieked, copsing to the ground with him in her arms. She frantically caressed Joseph¡¯s face,

    ¡°Joseph? What¡¯s wrong with you?¡±

    Joseph¡¯s face was red and sweaty, and Lizetta, thinking of his illness, was filled with worry and panic.

    Seeing that calling his name was useless, she instinctively looked to Remington for help. But

    Remington just stood there emotionless, picking up the sobbing Evelina.

    The world went dark for Lizetta, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her eyes. bloodshot as she stared

    at Remington¡¯s retreating figure.

    ¡°She¡¯s fine, but Joseph¡¯s passed out. Can¡¯t you see who needs saving?¡±

    Her voice trembled, and she shook slightly.

    Remington looked down at her, his expression cold and unfeeling, ¡°He should face the consequences

    for his actions. Who taught him to be so arrogant and violent at such a young age?!¡±

    Lizetta felt like Remington was scolding her ¨C everyone knew Joseph clung to his sister Lizetta, who

    raised him. She was both his sister and sister¨Cinw.

    Was Remington implying she was the one who egged Joseph on? Lizetta was disappointed to the

    core, her expression calming down, and she cracked a smile, ¡°I taught him! You got a problem with

    that? Come at me!¡±

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    Remington was so mad his veins were popping.

    Evelina raised her hand and gently patted Remington¡¯s chest, speaking in a soft and frail voice,

    ¡°Remington, don¡¯t be mad. I¡¯m okay; just got whacked on the arm by a hammer. I¡¯m not that delicate.¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t say another word, took his gaze back, and briskly walked out with Evelina in his arms.

    Evelina, nestled in the man¡¯s embrace, secretly shed a triumphant smile at Lizetta without making a

    scene. Lizetta felt her blood turn to ice, her face losing itsst bit of color.

    ¡°Remington, do you even count as a man?! Your wife and your brother are over there, and you¡¯re just

    gonna walk out holding that damn thing?¡±

    Ynda, fuming with rage, charged forward trying to stop them. If Remington. walked out with Evelina,

    wouldn¡¯t Lizetta be theughingstock?

    But the man didn¡¯t stop his stride and ordered the bodyguards, ¡°Clear the way!¡±

    Two bodyguards immediately stepped up to pull Ynda away, but she was too fierce for them,

    knocking them down in the blink of an eye.

    However, that dy was enough for Remington to walk away with Evelina. Ynda wanted to chase

    after them, but Lizetta spoke up.

    ¡°Ynda, don¡¯t chase them; let them go.¡±

    She had already be the joke of Zion City four years ago. Only then did Ynda run to Lizetta, who

    furiously red at the remaining bodyguards.

    ¡°Joseph has fainted; aren¡¯t you going toe over and help?!¡±

    Her voice was urgent, genuinely worried something might happen to Joseph. Then, she felt a tickle in

    her palm, and Lizetta was startled, looking down:

    Joseph sneakily opened one eye and made faces at her.

    This little rascal, he must have been holding his breath just now, his face all

    red and sweaty, and she fell for it, nearly scared to death!

    She pinched him discreetly, and the bodyguards quickly stepped forward, picking up Joseph and

    hurrying outside.

    Meanwhile, Remington, holding Evelina, exited the mall, and Cedric had the car ready and came over.

    Meeting Remington¡¯s impatient gaze, Cedric hurried over, ¡°Boss, let me.¡±

    Evelina immediately looked up sadly, clinging to Remington¡¯s cor with her uninjured right hand,

    ¡°Remi.¡±

    But her little act didn¡¯t make Remington hesitate for a second, as he handed her over to Cedric¡¯s arms.

    Evelina held on, not wanting to let go, and Cedric said, ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, the boss¡® arm hasn¡¯t had the

    stitches removed yet from his previous injury.¡±

    Evelina immediately let go, her eyes filled with concern, ¡°It¡¯s been a week; howe your wound

    hasn¡¯t healed? Later at the hospital, have the doctor take a look too; I¡¯m really worried.¡±

    Remington nodded slightly, catching a glimpse of the bodyguards carrying out Joseph, and then

    stepped into the car. This little brat, always such a good

    actor!

    Lizetta followed the bodyguards, holding Joseph¡¯s hand, and once they left. the mall, she saw

    Remington bend over to get into the car, and the vehicle sped away.

    ¡°Pfft! In such a hurry, probably rushing to Evelina¡¯s funeral!¡±

    Joseph couldn¡¯t hold back hisughter, shaking all over, which made the bodyguard stop in his tracks

    to look down.

    Lizetta pinched the little guy¡¯s hand, worriedly saying, ¡°He¡¯s in shock, quick! Get him in the car.¡±

    Once in the car, Lizetta let Joseph lean on her shoulder and asked him in a low voice, ¡°What

    happened?¡±

    Joseph, resting his head on Lizetta¡¯s shoulder, whispered the story to her.

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    A couple of days ago, Joseph saw Evelina at the hospital and noticed the bracelet on her wrist,

    immediately recognizing it as the heirloom jade bracelet of the Dashiell family.

    Today, he heard that Shirley and Evelina were meeting up to go shopping, so he immediately followed

    them with his bodyguards.

    He wanted Evelina to take off the bracelet, but she wouldn¡¯t cooperate, and the bracelet was too small;

    even the salesdy couldn¡¯t get it off after trying with foam and all.

    Evelina also made some snide remarks about Lizetta, and Joseph, unable to hold back, had someone

    fetch a hammer.

    ¡°Too bad my brother arrived too quickly; I didn¡¯t hit the mark. Otherwise, I would¡¯ve smashed it even if I

    had to break it, just not let her wear it! Who does she think she is? Liz, you¡¯re the only one I

    acknowledge!¡±

    Lizetta was touched inside, gently patting the kid¡¯s head.

    Ynda leaned in and whispered to Joseph, ¡°Joseph, that¡¯s where you went wrong; how could you just

    lash out like that? You should have brought me along!¡±

    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll call you next time.¡±

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    ¡°Let me tell you, I¡¯m good with a hammer. I¡¯ll teach you, and once you¡¯ve practiced, aim right for that

    witch¡¯s head, blow her brains out, see if it¡¯s white or ck, ouch!¡±

    Lizetta tapped Ynda¡¯s head with her finger, ¡°Don¡¯t lead the kid astray!¡±

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    Ynda realized it wasn¡¯t cool to talk to kids like that and quickly backpedaled, ¡°Hey, I was just

    messing with you; don¡¯t take it to heart.¡±

    Joseph gave her an eye roll, sporting an ¡°as if I¡¯m as gullible as you¡± smug look.

    At the sight of them bickering, Lizetta¡¯s lips curled slightly, her spirits lifted a bit.

    At the hospital, Ynda got a call to head back to set, leaving Lizetta waiting alone outside the ER. The

    doc checked things out and soon had Joseph moved to a room for observation.

    Hanna rushed in and immediately lit into Lizetta, ¡°I told you to handle things; how the heck did you let

    Joseph end up fainting and hospitalized? Can you do anything right?¡±

    Seeing Lizetta catch heat, Joseph hopped off the bed in a jiffy, ¡°I¡¯m fine, Mom;y off Liz. It¡¯s my bad;

    come at me.¡±

    Hanna, freaked out, hurried to the bedside, clutching Joseph, panicked, ¡°What are you standing up for?

    Lie down this instant. Tell me, where does it hurt? How did you just pass out? Nosebleed? Fever?¡±

    Lizetta turned and slipped quietly out of the room, saving herself the hassle of Hanna¡¯s wrathter.

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    She closed the door behind her, and as she turned around a p came flying. Her ear was ringing

    before she realized what happened.

    Her eyes went cold as she stared at the person in front of her. It was ra, with Kevin hurrying over

    too, holding back a fuming ra who looked ready to p Lizetta again.

    ¡°What¡¯s this about? Let¡¯s talk it out.¡± Then, he looked at Lizetta, ¡°Liz, you okay? Your mom, I mean,

    ra¡¯s just freaked out because of Eve¡¯s injury. Don¡¯t hold it against her.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s cheek stung, her hands clenching at her sides.

    ¡°So, I get pped for no reason and I¡¯m not supposed to care? How¡¯s that fair?¡±

    ¡°You talking back now! Are you saying you didn¡¯t put Joseph up to smashing Eve¡¯s hand? Last time, it

    was you who pped Eve, leaving her all bruised. Why are you so vicious?¡±

    ra was seething, as if she couldn¡¯t wait tond a couple more on Lizetta.

    Kevin frowned too, ¡°Liz, you used to be such a kind and generous kid, not like this. This isn¡¯t how ra

    and I raised you.¡±

    He looked disappointed and confused.

    Lizetta felt like she¡¯d been stripped bare and thrown into a blizzard, then med by the very people

    who once gave her warmth, as if she should be grateful.

    A frosty sarcasm sealed in her eyes, ¡°Sure, you raised me till I was six, but you raised your daughter,

    not me. By your logic, should I charge you with abandonment?

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    After I turned six, you didn¡¯t hesitate to dump me, knowing full well what Hans was like, and still, you

    shipped me off to the Gardenia family. When you chose your own daughter over me, any debt of

    upbringing was severed. You can¡¯t have it both ways!¡±

    ¡°You ungrateful brat!¡± ra¡¯s face burned as she raised her hand again.

    Lizetta grabbed her arm firmly, ¡°Enough! If you want to y the elder card, go lecture your own kid.

    We¡¯re not rted; I don¡¯t owe you my attention! I¡¯ll let this slide, but if there¡¯s a next time, I¡¯ll hit back

    twice as hard!¡±

    She brushed off ra with a look that was just shy of cursing them out, thinking they should have the

    sense not to overstep, not to y the age card. ra trembled with rage; Kevin¡¯s expressionplex,

    he pulled at ra, who was not ready to give up squabbling, ¡°Let it go. Let¡¯s check on Eve.¡± He led

    ra away.

    Down the hall in Evelina¡¯s room, her hand had been treated. It looked bad, but

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    it was just tendon and flesh wounds, no broken bones. Yet Evelina winced in pain, sobbing against the

    headboard.

    ¡°I¡¯m not one to hold grudges, but I¡¯ve only seen my sister four times since I got back, and been hit three

    of those. Why can¡¯t she stand me? Just because I came back to the Hawthorne family, she got sent

    away. But I¡¯ve suffered six years in her ce; I wanted to be with our parents too.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s tears fell faster, leaning into Remington¡¯s arms. After such injustice, she hoped Remington

    would hold her,fort her, dry her tears, or even just pat her head.

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    Remington sidestepped smoothly, not batting an eyelid as he dodged Evelina¡¯s little stunt.

    With an even tone, the guy said, ¡°It shouldn¡¯t be Lizetta who asked Joseph to stir things up. You¡¯ve

    mistaken her.¡±

    Evelina was gobsmacked. Here she was, and Remington was quick to jump to Lizetta¡¯s defense. Tears

    welled up as she looked up, choking on her sobs, unable to get a word out, and buried herself in

    Shirley¡¯s embrace.

    Shirley, ying the spokesperson Evelina wished for,id into Remington, ¡°Remi, just look at the state

    Eve¡¯s in! She¡¯s been practically living in the hospital, always roughed up by Lizetta, who you¡¯ve spoiled

    rotten! Eve¡¯s the biological daughter, and Lizetta¡¯s just a faux one. If it wasn¡¯t for your backup, she

    wouldn¡¯t dare to be this brazen! Eve¡¯s been through the wringer, and you¡¯re still shielding Lizetta?

    C¡¯mon, Joseph¡¯s just a kid; he¡¯s got no beef with Eve. He wouldn¡¯t pick on her for no reason ¨C it¡¯s gotta

    be Lizetta pulling his strings! Joseph¡¯s been Lizetta¡¯s little puppet since forever!¡±

    Shirley was secretly hoping Remington would beat Lizetta up now that Evelina was hurt so bad. A

    nobody, an ill¨Comened wretch, and she was trampling over her? No way!

    Remington¡¯s gaze was heavy enough to turn Shirley pale, her heart skipping a

    beat.

    ¡°Shirley, on what grounds are you standing here? Don¡¯t forget you¡¯re a Dashiell. Lizetta is your sister¨C

    inw! Get out.¡±

    His voice was calm, not scolding, but Shirley was petrified, not daring another peep. She knew

    Remington was livid, and she wasn¡¯t about to test his limits.

    Her eyes reddened as she staggered away from Evelina and ran out. Evelinal fell back onto the bed,

    her lips trembling.

    ¡°Remington, Shirley just came to my defence; was that a shot across the bows for me? You¡¯re ming

    me when I¡¯m the one who got the short end of the stick.¡±

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    Her tears flowed freely, the picture of distress. Remington saw her tear¨Cstreaked face, but his mind

    shed to Lizetta¡¯s stubborn, red¨Ceyed defiance.

    He spoke a tad softer, a glimmer of annoyance in his eyes.

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    ¡°Joseph was out of line today; I¡¯ll give him a talking¨Cto and have hime apologize. But let me be

    clear, Lizetta had nothing to do with this mess. Here, take this card and treat yourself to whatever you

    fancy; let¡¯s call itpensation.¡±

    He took out a bank card from his wallet, ced it on the nightstand without another nce at a stunned

    Evelina, and uttered, ¡°Get some rest.¡±

    He turned and strode to the door, pulling it open and leaving before Evelina could protest or cling on.

    As soon as he shut the door, he bumped into Kevin and his wife, with Lizetta trailing behind them.

    His eyes met Lizetta¡¯s, who turned her head away with a cold expression.

    Remington¡¯s gaze turned icy, his aura suddenly sharp.

    ¡°Remington, you.¡± ra began.

    She barely got a word out before Remington¡¯s eyes swept over her, his voice cold and using, ¡°Who

    laid a finger on my wife¡¯s face?!¡±

    Lizetta was taken aback by his direct confrontation, her head whipping around to face him. Wasn¡¯t he

    worried about Evelina, leaving her and Joseph. behind, and now what was this about?

    Before she could figure it out, Remington was in front of her, pulling her into his arms. In doing so, he

    identally bumped ra, causing her to stumble and be caught by Kevin.

    ¡°Does it hurt?¡±

    Remington reached out to touch Lizetta¡¯s injured face but paused, not wanting to cause her more pain.

    Lizetta¡¯s nose tingled with a mix of emotions she couldn¡¯t unravel, her tear

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    ducts threatening to betray her.

    She blinked rapidly and said in a low voice, ¡°Leave it be.¡±

    Remington snorted, ¡°You¡¯ve got some nerve. If you¡¯re so capable, you. should¡¯ve kept the riffraff at

    bay.¡±

    ra, implied to be the riffraff, bristled with indignation.

    ¡°Remington, what do you mean by that!? Eve¡¯s been hurt time and again because of her, and we

    haven¡¯t had any serious squabble with her. This time, all we did was give her a bit talking¨Cto and p

    some sense into her for once. And now I¡¯m the one left with a bruised heart by her defiant retorts! You

    turn a blind eye to her antics, and now you¡¯re even egging her on?¡±

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    Lizetta was on edge hearing her twist the truth like that; she simply wanted to set things straight.

    She tried to step forward to rify, but the guy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his

    embrace.

    Remington¡¯s voice was cool as ice, ¡°No serious squabble? Ha, my wife gets. her face busted by you

    guys, and you still talk about not having serious squabble?¡±

    ra was overpowered by his dominance, her face freezing up.

    Kevin gave her a nudge. Regardless, Lizetta was Remington¡¯s wife. Smacking Lizetta was like

    smacking Remington himself.

    He forced a smile, ¡°Remington, Eve¡¯s had it tough, and ra was just overzealous with motherly love.

    Lizetta¡¯s said some pretty harsh words too. Even though she grew up in the Dashiell family, ra and I

    have been keeping her in our thoughts, feeling like she¡¯s one of our own. To watch her act all brash and

    bossy, it¡¯s hard for the elders not to step in and discipline.¡±

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    Remington¡¯s gaze icy, not giving an inch.

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    ¡°My wife is shy and tolerant, understanding and reasonable. If the elders really had a point, she would

    naturally listen. So the idea of slight discipline isughable. I wasn¡¯t aware the Hawthorne family ran a

    courtroom, setting up their own kangaroo court?!¡±

    Kevin¡¯s face stiffened too, the atmosphere turning awkwardly.tense.

    Maybe Evelina caught wind of the argument outside, because the hospital room door swung open and

    she showed up, her arm in a sling, surprised.

    ¡°Dad, mom? Remington, what¡¯s going on?¡±

    ra, anxious and caring, steadied her, ¡°Eve, why are you out here? Get back and lie down.¡±

    She and Kevin tried to help Evelina back inside, breaking the stiffness. But then Remington piped up

    again, ¡°Isn¡¯t Mrs. ra Hawthorne nning to

    apologize to my wife before going back in?¡±

    ra turned around incredulously, and Evelina¡¯s face was a mix of shock and hurt. Even Lizetta was

    caught off guard. Was Remington really going to put his future inws on the spot for her, again and

    again?

    ¡°Why should I apologize, Remington? Look at what happened to Eve¡¯s hand!¡±

    ra¡¯s face flushed with anger, and Lizetta chimed in just in time.

    ¡°Mrs. ra Hawthorne, got any proof that today¡¯s mess had anything to do with me? Seems like you¡¯re

    just picking on the softest target.¡±

    Kevin¡¯s face darkened too, ¡°Then let¡¯s have Josephe over and sort things. out face to face!¡±

    Joseph had stood up for Lizetta, and now she certainly couldn¡¯t throw him under the bus.

    She scoffed, ¡°If Evelina hadn¡¯t yed the other woman first, snatching things she shouldn¡¯t have, she

    wouldn¡¯t have gotten hit. Even if Joseph did wrong. the root cause is Evelina herself. It¡¯s her ownck

    of integrity!¡±

    Evelina looked utterly bewildered and wronged, crying out, ¡°What have I taken that I shouldn¡¯t have?

    Are you randomly pinning a theft charge on me now?¡±

    Lizetta grabbed Evelina¡¯s arm, lifting the injured hand. The jade bracelet that couldn¡¯t be removed was

    still on her wrist. But because the arm was swollen from the injury, the already ill¨Cfitting bracelet was

    stuck on her wrist bone, looking quite ridiculous.

    ¡°This bracelet is a Dashiell family heirloom, Ms. Evelina Hawthorne. Doesn¡¯t seem quite right for you to

    have it, does it? Joseph was just trying to take back what belonged to the Dashiell family. You weren¡¯t

    cooperating, and a kid might act a bit rashly, but it¡¯s all understandable. Sure, he¡¯s a kid with no sense

    of proportion, but don¡¯t you, Ms. Hawthorne, an adult, know any better? Shouldn¡¯t you know not to

    mess with things that aren¡¯t yours?¡±

    Her hubby had given the mistress a bracelet ¨C bringing that up was embarrassing for herself, and

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to mention it in the first ce.

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    But she couldn¡¯t let Joseph take the fall, gettingbeled as a violent, heartless young tyrant, smashing

    someone¡¯s hand for no reason.

    What she didn¡¯t expect was Evelina¡¯s expression ¨C not smug, nor ashamed, but full of bewilderment

    and injustice as she looked at her.

    ¡°Sis, what are you talking about, a family heirloom bracelet?¡±

    Lizetta was taken aback, ncing back at Remington, only to see him with a face utterly dark.

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    ¡°Sis, I bought this bracelet with my own money; how on earth could it belong to the Dashiell family?

    Framing someone with ame excuse, that¡¯s not tool at all.¡±

    Evelina burst into tears again, while Lizetta still had a grip on her wrist.

    She looked down at the bracelet closely and noticed something was off. At first nce, the bracelet

    looked a lot like the Dashiell family¡¯s, but it was narrower, and the green was faded by twenty percent.

    Up close, it had some discoloration and wasn¡¯t as clear as the Dashiell family¡¯s ¨C it wasn¡¯t even in the

    same league.

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    It was just that the high¨Cquality part was worn on the outside by Evelina, and Lizetta hadn¡¯t looked

    closely, so she hadn¡¯t spotted the difference.

    ¡°Ouch.¡±

    Evelina cried out in pain, and ra reached out to smack Lizetta¡¯s hand away. ¡°Let go already!¡±

    Remington, with a dark expression, pulled Lizetta away and wrapped his arm protectively around her.

    At that moment, Cedric arrived with a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket, sent to apologize on

    Joseph¡¯s behalf.

    ¡°Sir?¡±

    Remington gave him a nce and said to Kevin, ¡°It¡¯s all a misunderstanding. Joseph recklessly injured

    Ms. Evelina Hawthorne, but Mrs. ra Hawthorne also hit my girl without discrimination. Since that¡¯s

    the case, we¡¯re even.¡±

    He looked at Cedric, ¡°I left a card in Ms. Evelina Hawthorne¡¯s room. Go get it.¡±

    Cedric immediately responded and went into the room.

    Remington didn¡¯t linger, taking Lizetta by the shoulders and heading towards Joseph¡¯s room.

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    Cedric quickly came out with the card, leaving the fruit basket and flowers outside without taking them

    into the room.

    He gave a polite nod to Evelina and the other two standing stiffly at the door and caught up with the

    others.

    Evelina, furious, shed tears again, clenched her fists, but the movement pulled. at her wound, turning

    her face pale and making her shiver.

    ¡°What do you mean we¡¯re even? My hand is nearly broken from being hit, and Lizetta just got a p.

    How is that the same? And to think, he can just take back a gift card that¡¯s been given out. Joseph

    didn¡¯t even bother toe and apologize himself. Does he think I deserved it? How could he be like

    this!¡±

    So was her pain all for nothing?

    ¡°Eve, don¡¯t get worked up. Mom knows you¡¯ve been wronged, and we won¡¯t let this go just like that,¡±

    ra consoled, finally coaxing Evelina back into her

    room.

    In Joseph¡¯s room, Remington let go of Lizetta as they entered, and she automatically stepped aside.

    with

    Hanna was by the bed, wiping Joseph¡¯s face, and when they came in, she turned and asked, ¡°How¡¯s

    Evelina? Did you apologize to her?¡±

    Her gaze then fell on Lizetta, ¡°Always causing trouble!¡±

    ¡°Mom, I¡¯ve already said it was my fault. I¡¯ll take the fall for my own actions;

    : it

    has nothing to do with Liz!¡±

    Joseph stirred in bed, not even caring for his face to be wiped anymore.

    Remington frowned, ¡°Joseph was acting recklessly; don¡¯t take it out on others.¡±

    They were all protecting Lizetta, treating their own mother with disrespect, and Hanna felt a chill in her

    heart, her disdain for Lizetta growing.

    She threw the towel into the basin, ¡°Fine, I¡¯m the viin; you¡¯re all in cahoots.

    I¡¯m out of here!¡±

    Hanna grabbed her bag and left, getting angry just seeing Lizetta.

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    Only the three of them were left in the room, with the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed,

    commanding respect without anger.

    Lizetta, thinking of the bracelet mix¨Cup, had no ground to stand on and kept her head down.

    Joseph, on the other hand, pouted, ¡°Remi, Liz and I did nothing wrong. It¡¯s your fault for giving Evelina

    our family¡¯s heirloom jade bracelet. Does she even deserve it? I didn¡¯t get my hands on it today, but

    next time, mmph!¡±

    Lizetta hurried over to cover Joseph¡¯s mouth, whispering urgently, ¡°You got it wrong; the bracelet isn¡¯t

    the Dashiell family¡¯s. Shut up already.¡±

    Joseph blinked, ¡°Really?¡±

    Lizetta nodded regretfully, and Joseph, with wide confused eyes, said, ¡°But it looked identical.¡±

    Stubborn Joseph wouldn¡¯t back down, challenging Remington with an attempt at justification, ¡°That¡¯s

    still on you, Remi. If you had given the bracelet to Liz earlier, we wouldn¡¯t have made this mistake.¡±

    Lizetta wanted to smack the boy; who wanted to be in his ¡°we¡°?

    Remington¡¯s aura grew even colder as he chuckled. Looking at the two fools sitting side by side on the

    bed, he said, ¡°Yes, me me. Should I also praise you two for being the heroes, dumb and adorable?

    Even a mouse knows to sneak around when it¡¯s dark and windy, but you two? Making a scene in our

    own mall for the whole town to see, showing off yourck ofmon

    sense?¡±

    Joseph blushed from the scolding but still wanted to argue back. Lizetta tugged at him.

    Remington saw them sitting there quietly and his expression softened a bit, ¡°Do you realize what you

    did wrong?¡±

    Lizetta nodded and looked at him, ¡°Sorry for causing you trouble. And thanks

    for earlier.¡±

    Her polite and distant apology and thanks sounded even more unpleasant to Remington¡¯s ears.

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    The guy had ice in his eyes and a chill that crept into one¡¯s bones.

    Lizetta chickened out, which was kindame but, hey, he just did her a solid. At least she kept up

    appearances as Mrs. Dashiell in front of the others.

    Joseph pouted, ¡°Remi, when are you gonna hand over the bracelet to Liz?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes fluttered; deep down, it bugged her.

    Remington didn¡¯t send the family bracelet to Evelina, which gave her a secret thrill and a glimmer of

    hope.

    But Remington¡¯s voice was as frosty as ever, ¡°After pulling a stunt like that, you still expect the

    bracelet? Even if Evelina didn¡¯t get it, doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s only belong to her!¡±

    Lizetta felt a chill in her heart, and Remington couldn¡¯t read her expression as she hung her head low.

    He was about to suggest that if someone would just swallow their pride, admit their mistake, and cut

    out the constant divorce drama, he might still. give up the bracelet. But before he could say it, Lizetta

    looked up and, with a smile, told Joseph.

    ¡°I couldn¡¯t care less about that bracelet, so drop it, will you?¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened. Of course she didn¡¯t care; she didn¡¯t even give a damn about

    him.

    He stood up, his voice cold as ice, ¡°When you mess up, you better show some attitude. Go and face

    the wall and reflect on what you¡¯ve done wrong!¡±

    Joseph could tell he was really ticked off this time and didn¡¯t dare talk back, just mumbled, ¡°Okay.¡±

    The kid hopped off the bed and shuffled over to stand in the corner. Lizetta didn¡¯t budge, though. She

    wasn¡¯t his little sister, and she wasn¡¯t about to stand in punishment.

    She grabbed a basin of water and headed for the bathroom. As she brushed

    past Remington, he grabbed her wrist hard enough to almost make her drop the basin.

    She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain, defiantly met his gaze, and said with a sarcastic smile,

    ¡°What¡¯s the n? Squeeze till my hand breaks to get back at me for Evelina?¡±

    This woman must be going through a dyed rebellious phase. She used to be so well¨Cbehaved, and

    now she was prickly as a little hedgehog.

    He could get a mouthful from her without saying a word.

    Remington let go and gave a cold smirk, ¡°You¡¯re overthinking it. Your hands. ain¡¯t worth as much as

    Evelina¡¯s; she¡¯s a violinist.¡±

    With that, he turned and left, the hospital room door mming shut with a bang.

    Lizetta felt like she¡¯d been pricked with needles. Yeah, Evelina¡¯s hands were precious, ying a single

    tune and Remington would throw down 200 grand.

    What was she inparison? She gulped down her frustration before finally stepping into the

    bathroom.

    She figured Remington must have seen Evelina again; he had to hurt the feelings of his beloved and

    now probably had to figure out how to sweet¨CtalkN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.

    her.

    With her head down, she rinsed and wrung out the towel, hanging it on the rack near the corner, when

    the sound of the door opening came from behind.

    Without turning, Lizetta said softly.

    ¡°Joseph, no monkey business, okay? The old devil¡¯s cunning as a fox; he¡¯ll probably double back to

    check on you. Get back to your spot and look all obedient; that might cool his temper once he gets

    back and sees it. Add some crocodile tears even when you have to pinch your leg for them, and your

    could probably charm your way out of this.¡±

    Having finished her piece, she didn¡¯t hear an answer from Joseph and was about to look back when a

    chilling voice came from beside her ear.

    ¡°Old devil? Cunning as a fox? Charm my way out?¡±

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    His voice was frosty, making the hairs on the back of Lizetta¡¯s neck stand on end. She straightened up,

    standing stiff as a board like she was being punished with a military stance, even more cowed than

    Joseph.

    As Lizetta realized this, her temper red, and she was about to walk away when his arms caged her in

    from both sides, his broad chest warm and imposing against her back.

    Frozen, she said, ¡°How dare you eavesdrop!¡±

    Remington snorted, ¡°Now you¡¯re really ying the me game, huh? I walked

    in fair and square. You¡¯re the one talking to me, so how am I the one

    eavesdropping?¡±

    ¡°Listening in without permission is still eavesdropping. I was talking to Joseph, not you.¡±

    She threw out all sorts of twisted logic, but Remington couldn¡¯t be bothered to argue with her

    childishness and just scoffed.

    ¡°Oh really? And how else would I find out about all these little schemes you have up your sleeve to deal

    with me?¡±

    ying sweet, crying, acting cute ¨C those were her go¨Cto moves to handle him, and if those failed,

    she¡¯d fake being sick.

    But truth be told, she¡¯d always listened to him and hardly ever resorted to those tactics. Still, being

    called out made Lizetta¡¯s face heat up, and the sting on her pped cheek burned even more.

    As she was feeling ufortable, a cool sensation pressed against her swollen right cheek. It was

    Remington, holding an ice pack, applying a coldpress to her face.

    The shock of cold made Lizetta shiver.

    ¡°Does it hurt?¡± He asked softly, right by her ear.

    The defenses Lizetta had crumbled; her voice was soft and tinged with emotion as she asked, ¡°Do you

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    Lizetta held her breath, waiting for the man¡¯s response.

    ¡°If I wasn¡¯t concerned about you, what am I doing now?¡±

    His answer was nonchnt, but Lizetta¡¯s heart couldn¡¯t help but race out of control.

    His protectiveness, his response, somehow sparked a tiny bit of hope in her heart again.

    Her eyes misted over, ¡°When I hit Evelinast time, did you feel sorry for her too? Did you ice her up?¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Take a guess.¡±

    Without a direct answer, that must mean yes!

    Lizetta felt like smashing his head in.

    She turned around in anger, and Remington¡¯s body pressed closer again.

    Faced with him once more, she was cornered between his body and the wall, ring at him with her

    head tilted back.

    Remington¡¯s lips curved slightly, appearing leisurelyposed.

    ¡°Caring so much, yet you won¡¯t admit you¡¯re jealous?¡±

    Lizetta thought he was insane, her expression cooling off.

    ¡°We¡¯re not divorced yet; you¡¯re my husband. Women do not like being cuckolded either, okay?¡±

    The smile in Remington¡¯s eyes faded slightly, ¡°Since you know we¡¯re not divorced, then move back

    home.¡±

    Why could he bring this up again? Lizetta wanted to remind him that they would be divorced by now if

    he hadn¡¯t broken theirst appointment.

    But Remington preempted her: ¡°I had the bedroom cleaned up, everything¡¯s new ¨C the sofa, the

    carpets, the bedding.¡±

    Thinking of previously encountering Evelina when she returned, Lizetta¡¯s face went stone¨Ccold.

    ¡°You can clean a room, but you can¡¯t wash away the filth that¡¯s gotten into my eyes and heart! I¡¯m not

    coming back, get away! Go coddle your Evelina!¡±

    She pushed at Remington hard, not expecting him to actually stumble backward, his expression

    changing slightly.

    ¡°Ouch.¡±

    In the cramped space, his intake of breath was especially noticeable.

    Lizetta, slightly panicked, grabbed his arm and urgently unbuttoned his shirt cuff to roll it up.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on? Hasn¡¯t your arm wound healed?¡±

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    Rolling up the sleeve, there was indeed a bandage on his forearm, stained with traces of blood.

    Lizetta¡¯s expression changed, and she said angrily.

    ¡°Why hasn¡¯t it healed after so many days? What have you been doing, haven¡¯t you taken care of

    yourself on the trip?¡±

    Remington has a strong ability to heal; minor wounds can heal overnight without medication. However,

    it¡¯s been seven or eight days since this injury, and it¡¯s still bleeding. This is abnormal.

    Thinking of Joseph¡¯s illness, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but fear the worst, anxiety

    written all over her face.

    She grabbed Remington, wanting to rush outside to call a doctor.

    But she couldn¡¯t pull him along. Instead, Remington grabbed her wrist, gave a gentle pull, and Lizetta

    turned and fell into his arms, where he held her tightly.

    Lizetta froze, his chin resting on top of her head, his voice carrying a smile.

    ¡°You¡¯re this worried about me?¡±

    Lizetta took a shallow breath, his presence always managing to make her feel instantly at peace.

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    ¡°Stop talking nonsense,¡± she murmured.

    Even if not as husband and wife, they still had an unbreakable bond of sibling¨Clike affection.

    Even if divorced, she would still be the person most wishing for his peace and happiness in this world.

    ¡°Then let me hold you for a while.¡± Remington¡¯s chin moved slightly, making Lizetta¡¯s head itch where it

    rubbed against her.

    His voice seemed to carry a tone of affection; Lizetta thought she must have made it out of her mind.

    She smiled helplessly, ¡°I¡¯m not a miracle cure that can heal wounds, you know? Stop it, let¡¯s get a

    doctor to check it out.¡±

    Remington sighed, ¡°I know what¡¯s going on. There¡¯s a set of traditional remedies for stopping bleeding

    and promoting tissue growth. Just do as I say. Now, raise your hand.¡±

    His voice was serious, and Lizetta subconsciously obeyed, raising her hand and following his

    instructions.

    ¡°Put it on my waist.¡±

    ¡°Okay, and then what?¡±

    ¡°Pat it gently, smooth it.¡±

    Lizetta was puzzled, ¡°Are you sure you got it right?¡±

    Despite her question, she still obediently patted and smoothed down his back. After a while without

    further instructions, she asked, ¡°What¡¯s next step?¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice held a smile, ¡°Tell me. I¡¯m not being stubborn, no more talk of divorce.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡± Lizetta repeated, then suddenly realized.

    She had been so concerned that she got yed by him!

    She was mad at herself for being slow and at him for being wicked. She

    pushed him away, her face flushed with anger.

    ¡°Remington, can you be any more childish!¡±

    She was genuinely worried about him, and he was just ying her!

    Lizetta turned to leave, reaching for the door handle, but Remington quickly caught up and ced his

    hand over the door.

    He lowered his eyes, ¡°I¡¯m serious. I wasn¡¯t ying you. Don¡¯t you know that wound healing is closely

    rted to mood? This is all because of you

    upsetting me. If you behave and stop making me angry, the wound will naturally heal.¡±

    Lizetta scoffed, ¡°I¡¯m not some dog you¡¯ve raised. I can¡¯t just obediently listen.¡± She pulled the door with

    force, and Remington¡¯s cool voice sounded above her head.

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    ¡°You¡¯re far too grand to settle for being a dog; after all, you¡¯re aiming to be a

    backstabber.¡±

    Lizetta pushed Remington¡¯s hand away, opened the door, and left, fearing that another second¡¯s dy

    wouldnd them on the front page of the society.

    news.

    Lizetta stepped out of the hospital room, with Remington following. Joseph, who had been facing the

    wall, started to speak with a trembling voice.

    ¡°I¡¯m wrong, I¡¯m so wrong. I really messed up.¡±

    Remington walked over, and Joseph straightened up even more, stealthily pinching his thigh to force

    out a string of tears on his cheek.

    ¡°Brother, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯m willing to go apologize to Ms. Hawthorne. Can you please not be so angry?

    You¡¯re so busy, and I¡¯ve only added to your worries by getting sick. I¡¯m really thoughtless.¡±

    He swayed a bit as he spoke.

    Remington sat down on the couch, ¡°Legs gone numb?¡±

    Joseph, facing the wall, made a triumphant little face ¨C the experiences taught by Liz were the most

    useful; his brother had softened.

    But just as he was ready to copse onto the bed, he heard Remington add.

    ¡°If you¡¯re that useless, stand for two more hours.¡±

    Joseph???

    After leaving the hospital room, Lizetta still made a visit to the hematology department.

    The doctor said he¡¯d be right over, so Lizetta first returned to the ward to grab a first¨Caid kit from the

    nurse¡¯s station to treat Remington¡¯s wound.

    She had been wondering if Remington was deceiving her and that his wound had already healed. But

    when the bandage was unwrapped, it was truly bloody and showed no signs of healing.

    Lizetta frowned as she disinfected and applied medicine, feeling both heartbroken and furious.

    ¡°You got yourself injured and still insisted on carrying someone. She hurt her hand, not her legs!¡±

    Remington looked down, ¡°How do you know this wound came from carrying her, and not from when

    you pushed me earlier?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart soured and she nearly broke the cotton swab in anger.

    ¡°Yes, of course, if there¡¯s a mistake, it must be mine. What fault could she possibly have? She¡¯s just a

    fragile, helpless, poor thing.¡±

    Hearing her sarcasm, Remington for some reason felt a bit likeughing.

    He raised his hand and gently touched Lizetta¡¯s head.

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    Lizetta disdainfully turned her head away and looked up.

    ¡°What do you mean then?¡±

    Remington¡¯s deep gaze seemed to harbor emotions Lizetta couldn¡¯t quite discern, his lips curving

    slightly as he said,

    ¡°I mean, be a little kinder to me.¡±

    Lizetta thought they were arguing, but out of nowhere, he threw her a

    curveball.

    Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze.

    Just then, Cedric knocked and brought the doctor in.

    Lizetta stood up and moved aside as the doctor came forward to examine the

    wound and asked,

    ¡°It doesn¡¯t look too bad; it should be healing. The medication has been applied on time, and there

    hasn¡¯t been a reinjury, has there?¡±

    Remington nced at Cedric without betraying any emotion, and Cedric immediately responded.

    ¡°Yes, everything¡¯s been done strictly ording to medical advice. The president has never had this

    issue with past injuries.¡±

    The doctor pondered for a moment, ¡°Well, let¡¯s take a blood sample for test.¡±

    He instructed the nurse, who quicklypleted the blood draw.

    Lizetta anxiously asked, ¡°When can we expect the results?¡±

    ¡°Tomorrow.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, then heard the doctor add,

    ¡°What¡¯s with the injury on that wrist?¡±

    Following the doctor¡¯s words, Lizetta saw the bite mark on Remington¡¯s other wrist, partially hidden

    under his shirt cuff.

    That was from when Lizetta had bitten him in the mall.

    Remington turned his wrist to hide the bite mark and said,

    ¡°Bitten by a cat, it¡¯s a minor injury, no need for a checkup.¡±

    The doctor didn¡¯t get a clear look andughed, ¡°Well, that¡¯s one strong little kitty. Just remember to

    clean the wound and get vinated.¡±

    Lizetta, the strong ¡°kitty¡± with biting wit.

    Remington¡¯s gaze swept over Lizetta as her cheeks began to flush, and he nodded.

    ¡°Strong indeed, fortunately, it¡¯s a domestic cat, immune since she was little, so no rabies shots

    needed.¡±

    The doctor left with the nurse, and Cedric followed them out.

    On the hospital bed, Joseph had fallen asleep without anyone noticing.

    The man leaned back on the sofa with a slightly weary expression, his tie loosened. The defined line of

    his throat was bathed in light and shadow, with the cold white of his skin reflecting light, spreading to

    his sexy corbones.

    His appearance was indeed blessed, but a pretty facade that couldn¡¯t hide a ck heart.

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    Lizetta red at him, ¡°You¡¯re the cat!¡±

    Remington tugged her, and Lizetta, losing her bnce; plopped down onto his

    She struggled to get up, but Remington spoke up.

    ¡°Don¡¯t move, or you¡¯ll tear my wound again.¡±

    Lizetta froze, and Remington wrapped his arms around her.

    ¡°All these wounds were from protecting you, and now they won¡¯t heal properly, making everything

    inconvenient. Let¡¯s forget about the lost wages and medical expenses. Just move back to take care of

    me. That¡¯s not too. much to ask, is it?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes fixed on his bloody wound; she hesitated, then rxed.

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    Just then, before Lizetta could get a word in, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

    Kevin stood at the doorway, ¡°Remington, Eve has been crying her eyes out. If she keeps this up, she¡¯s

    going to wear herself down. We really can¡¯t calm her down. Could you please try persuading her?¡±

    Lizetta felt a growing anger inside her, provoked time and again by Evelina¡¯s nauseating taunts.

    Instead of leaving Remington¡¯s embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his

    cor, softening her voice as she spoke.

    ¡°Babe, I haven¡¯t seen you for a week. You¡¯re not going anywhere; you have to stay and console me.

    Otherwise, I¡¯ll cry for you to see.¡±

    She went for it and started to fake cry.

    H

    Kevin was shamelessly disrespecting his ageing in to see her sitting on Remington¡¯sp, any

    self¨Crespecting elder would have excused themselves.

    But not only did he pretend not to notice, he even had the audacity to ask Remington to check on his

    daughter.

    If he¡¯s going to be shameless, why should Lizetta need for propriety?

    While nestled in the man¡¯s arms, her hands gripped the man¡¯s necktie.

    One hand pulled, the other tightened the knot.

    The message was clear: if the ¡°pup¡± didn¡¯t behave, it was going to end up strangled by its leash. It was

    up to him to figure it out.

    With hisrge hand gripping Lizetta¡¯s waist, Remington remained leaning. back, his stoic expression

    lifting slightly to reveal a hint of helplessness as he looked at Kevin.

    ¡°Please forgive me. I can barely handle one at home. How about I send Cedric to check on her

    instead?¡±

    He himself wasn¡¯t going, and sending a secretary in his ce, what was that

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    about?

    Kevin¡¯s expression turned sour as he red at the two on the couch and stormed out, mming the

    door behind him.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart was pounding. She felt a bit dazed.

    Did she really make Remington stay this time? He didn¡¯t leave her behind.

    She realized she had misunderstood him about the bracelet; he had prepared it as a birthday gift for

    her.

    If all those were misunderstandings, what about the child in Evelina¡¯s womb?

    Remington had never admitted that the child was his, right?

    Lizetta¡¯s heartbeat quickened. She looked up, wanting to ask him again, but the man lifted her and

    plonked her on the couch.

    The man stood up, leisurely straightening his tie and shirt, his gaze cold and detached as he looked

    down at her.

    ¡°We need to maintain decorum in front of the elders. This won¡¯t happen again. Rest for a while. I¡¯ll

    check on the situation and be back in half an hour. Wait

    for me.¡±

    The Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family were old friends and had numerous business dealings.

    Today¡¯s incident was indeed initially the Dashiell family¡¯s fault, and Remington really didn¡¯t want to

    make things look bad.

    As for Evelina¡¯s child, she hadn¡¯t chosen to have it of her own free will. Absolutely nothing could go

    wrong with that.

    With those words, the man turned and strode out the hospital room door.

    Lizetta sat on the couch, feeling cold all over.

    After a while, she let out a lightugh.

    Laughing at her own forgetfulness and for getting ahead of herself again.

    ¡°Liz, don¡¯t be sad. My bro is too much. I¡¯ve got some primo connections; I¡¯ll

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    arrange a new boyfriend for you!¡±

    Her icy hand was taken. Joseph, barefoot, squatted in front of her, clutching her hand, his face full of

    sympathetic anger.

    Lizetta felt a warmth in her heart and quickly said.

    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you wearing shoes? Get back to bed quickly.¡±

    She led him back to the bed and rubbed his feet with her hands, feeling

    downcast.

    Even Joseph knew how bad it was to leave her at this time, but that man, time and again, did whatever

    he pleased.

    In the end, it was about ack of love.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t possibly stay obediently in the hospital room waiting for Remington to return. Just after

    she left, Joseph pulled out his phone.

    He opened the ss group chat, selected a saved picture of Lizetta performing ballet on stage, and

    sent it out with a message.

    [Seeking a husband for a little fairy, my sister, fair, rich, and beautiful.]

    [Gentle, beautiful with a great temper, fluent in fournguages and skilled in eight musical instruments,

    sings like an angel, dances captivatingly.]

    [If your family has handsome elder brothers, handsome uncles, handsome. cousins, hurry up and send

    me their pictures. Deadline tomorrow morning, don¡¯t miss out.]

    He was attending Zion City¡¯s best international school, his ssmates came from no ordinary families.

    This chat group was just for the students, and no teachers were present.

    He couldn¡¯t believe that with his persuasive power, he couldn¡¯t find Liz a fitting handsome hubby.

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    Ding¨Cdong, ding¨Cdong.

    There they were, the private messages started flooding in, Joseph kicked his legs in excitement.

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    Remington pushed the door open and entered the hospital room, and sure enough, Evelina was still

    lying in the hospital bed, crying her heart out.

    Kevin and April were anxiously trying tofort her at the side. Seeing Remington, they tacitly stepped

    aside.

    ¡°Eve, stop crying, Remington¡¯s here,¡± Kevin said, relieved.

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    Evelina buried her face in the nkets, shoulders shaking uncontrobly, her voice hoarse.

    ¡°You¡¯re lying to me, Remi isn¡¯ting, he only cares about sister. I¡¯m so jealous of her, having that

    amazing man to cherish her wholeheartedly.¡±

    ¡°Just leave me alone. My hand hurts, my heart hurts even more. I¡¯ll be fine. after I cry it out.¡±

    Kevin nced at Remington, gestured with his hand, and left with April.

    Remington took a few steps forward, his eyebrows furrowed with a hint of impatience, and he spoke.

    ¡°Enough, stop crying.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s trembling body stiffened, she tidied her hair before looking up at him.

    Unspoken, her tears flowed first.

    Her eyes were reddened, her pale face and her delicate, wless skin presented a pitiable look that

    she had practiced since childhood in front of the mirror.

    She knew the best angles, how to make hershes wet without looking a

    mess.

    To win her parents¡® affection, she had put a lot of effort into this appearance, which always moved

    people¡¯s hearts.

    She looked up at Remington with surprise, a tear rolling down from the corner of her eyes, hanging on

    her chin.

    ¡°Remi, you really¡­¡±

    But before she could finish, Remington interrupted her coldly.

    ¡°Did you just get diagnosed with over¨Csensitivity?¡±

    She froze, Remington¡¯s reaction was too abnormal.

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    Without giving her another look, he hooked a chair over with his long leg, sat down in front of the

    sickbed in a casual, authoritative posture.

    He rested his arms naturally on his knees, leaning slightly forward, bringing his handsome face closer

    to Evelina.

    Evelina held her breath, her heartbeat chaotic, staring at the man, unable to

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    move.

    Remington¡¯s eyes red at her, his lips lifting slightly as he said,

    ¡°Tears are only tears when someone cares; otherwise, tears and snot are just annoying fluids,

    understand?¡±

    Evelina felt like she¡¯d been stabbed in the heart, the pain was excruciating. The breath she was holding

    in due to being too nervous burst out suddenly, and she ended up blowing a big snot bubble.

    She was mortified, her face flushed red, not daring to meet Remington¡¯s disgusted gaze.

    Remington, with a push of his long legs, forcefully slid the chair back, its squeak sounding almost like a

    silent mockery, a p to Evelina¡¯s face.

    Evelina cried even harder; this time without any sense of beauty, with tears

    and snot flowing together.

    She turned away in panic, nearly fainting from anger.

    Remington¡¯s limited patience was running thin. He tossed her a couple of wet tissues and nced at

    his watch.

    He had promised Lizetta to wait no more than half an hour, and if Evelina kept crying like this, it was

    uncertain if he¡¯d make it back.

    ¡°If you really can¡¯t calm down, we¡¯ll talk next time.¡±

    He stood up, and suddenly Evelina grabbed his hand.

    Remington frowned, intending to shake her off, but Evelina fell back onto the pillow, her face a mess of

    agony.

    ¡°Remi, it hurts, my stomach hurts so much!¡±

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    Remington¡¯s expression shifted, he stood up and flung back the nket. Bright smear of blood was

    spreading from beneath her.

    Remington¡¯s gaze darkened; he tried to shake her off to call a doctor, but Evelina clung to him, her face

    deathly pale, yet staring at him, gritting her teeth and said,

    ¡°It¡¯s you who want me to give birth to it. Stay with me, don¡¯t you dare leave! Otherwise, I won¡¯t have this

    child!¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned cold, but he stayed still, leaning over to press the call button.

    ¡°I won¡¯t leave, calm down.¡±

    Because of Evelina¡¯s emergency, Remington was detained. By the time he got back to Joseph¡¯s room,

    Joseph had already been discharged, no issues found, and taken home.

    Naturally, Lizetta was long gone. Remington took out his phone to send Lizetta a message.

    [Ran away? That¡¯s not honorable.]

    He thought it over, deleted it, then rewrote.

    [Where did you go? I¡¯ll pick you up. Brought your favorite foie gras from Solstice Kingdom, want to try

    it?]

    He double¨Cchecked the message, hit send, but a line of red text popped up from the system.

    [Litchi has enabled friend verification; you¡¯re not yet friends, please send a friend request.]

    Remington, having never encountered this, stared at the message for a moment before he realized

    what it meant.

    He chuckled, his slender fingers moving again, following the instructions to resend the friend request,

    only for the system to pop up another message.

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    Three days whizzed by, and Lizetta was preupied with dance rehearsals. and choreography,

    preparation for auditions, and side gigs here and there, leaving her to crash into bed for merely five or

    six hours a day.

    That noon, after checking in on Thaddeus, she was stopped by Tina as she left the hospital.

    Tina hade to drop off an invitation and a gown for the evening¡¯s

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    shindig a farewell dinner the Hawthorne family was throwing for Evelina.

    ¡°This gown was a treasured piece from the olddy¡¯s collection. If she were still with us, she would

    have been delighted to see you wear it,¡± Tina said, and Lizetta, running her fingers over the gown,

    looked wistful, filled with longing and memories.

    Rachel had a soft spot for Lizetta. When she passed away, Lizetta was still the Hawthorne family¡¯s

    golden girl, and that made Rachel the most loving granny

    in her heart.

    Lizetta agreed, but upon entering the venue in that gown that evening, she could tell something was

    off.

    She had unwittingly chosen a dress identical to that of the evening¡¯s main character, Evelina.

    Evelina wore a dark green, V¨Cneck, velvet mermaid dress that entuated her slim figure,

    complemented with a ruby ne that radiated grace and elegance.

    Lizetta¡¯s gown, while identical in material and color, featured an intricate ruffled neckline, which seemed

    overly cumbersome.

    Lizetta¡¯s figure, demeanor, and beauty were evident, and the gown did not look bad on her. But next to

    Evelina, her dress¨Cfrom style to taste¨Cseemed hopelessly outdated.

    ¡°Pfft, what¡¯s she wearing? Some kind of ancient relic?¡±

    ¡°A faux heiress remains a faux heiress. Even after years with the Dashiell

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    family, a sparrow doesn¡¯t be a phoenix.¡±

    ¡°Today is Eve¡¯s spotlight. Who¡¯s she trying to impress by dress¨Cshing? It¡¯s like she¡¯s trying to

    embarrass Eve, but, bless her, she just ended up being the joke of the night. Hrious!¡±

    The moment Lizetta walked in, the ce was buzzing with snickers and gossip.

    Of course, Evelina heard of it. She smiled, sauntered over to Lizetta, and took her arm through hers.

    ¡°Sis, what brings you here? Ah, my bad¨CI¡¯m thrilled you could make it.¡±

    Everyone was paying attention to the exchange, and Evelina¡¯s words only made them look down on

    Lizetta even more.

    So, it turned out she hadn¡¯t even been invited¨Chow shameless she was!

    ra noticed themotion too and was about to butt in when the entrance stirred up a new frenzy.

    ¡°Gosh, it¡¯s Mr. Dashiell! Mr. Dashiell actually showed up¨Cguess the rumors with Ms. Hawthorne are

    true!¡±

    ¡°So handsome, what a presence! He and Ms. Hawthorne are just perfect for each other¨Csuch a match

    made in heaven!¡±

    The murmuring surged once again.

    The Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family were not of the same social ss; there was quite a gap.

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    Lizetta¡¯s marriage to Remington was a secret one, hence no one here really knew she was the faux

    golden girl turned Mrs. Dashiell.

    Overhearing the snide remarks, Lizetta turned to see a tall, dapper man in a sharp, dark grey suit

    approach, while Evelina had already let go of Lizetta, joyfully going to greet him.

    ¡°Remi, you finally made it! We¡¯ve all been waiting for you to start the feast.¡±

    Then, out of the blue, all the lights went out, and a spotlight hit Evelina and the

    man in front of her.

    With music swelling up, Evelina reached out her hand, bending her knees slightly in a yful invitation

    to dance.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, may I have the honor of a dance?¡±

    Cheers filled the air, and Lizetta, jostled by someone, stumbled to the side, her side mming into the

    edge of a table, a sharp pang shooting through her.

    Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, and as she looked up, her vision blurred with the sight of the man

    and woman dancing gracefully among the crowd.

    It must be the pain, she thought, as she turned away and fled the scene, hurrying into the restroom.

    But she hadn¡¯t expected that even there, someone wouldn¡¯t give her a break.

    ra followed, frowning, ¡°Lizetta! Who allowed you toe here, dressing like that? Who are you

    trying to outshine, and who are you trying to embarrass? It¡¯s not right for you to be here. Leave, now!¡±

    ¡°I came with an invitation, and Tina brought me this dress, saying if granny were alive, she¡¯d want me

    here,¡± Lizetta exined.

    But ra cut her off, furious, ¡°What granny? That¡¯s Eve¡¯s granny, not yours! Tina retired from our house

    last month. You¡¯re just a web of lies! After all these years, must you still take what¡¯s Eve¡¯s?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips together, fully aware this was all Evelina¡¯s doing.

    If Tina hadn¡¯t deliberately brought up Rachel, striking at Lizetta¡¯s soft spot, she wouldn¡¯t havee at

    all.

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    ¡°I have no interest in taking her stuff! But since I¡¯m here, when I leave is up to me. My husband¡¯s still

    outside. If Mrs. Hawthorne doesn¡¯t want me to¨Cstorm out right now, grab my man, and make a scene,

    you better stop breathing down my neck.¡±

    If Lizetta were to step out now and announce her rtionship with Remington, Evelina would be the

    laughingstock.

    ra was displeased but she refrained from acting for fear of affecting others. ¡°Considering the

    Hawthorne family put a roof over your head for six years, do me a solid and don¡¯t stir the pot today, I¡¯m

    asking you as your aunt.¡±

    Lizetta kept her lips sealed, and ra beat feet out of there.

    Lizetta snickered and headed into the cubicle.

    When she returned to the venue, all the lights were on.

    The Evelina family was at the center of it all, with Remington naturally by their side. They were standing

    together, looking like one big happy family.

    Many people there already considered Remington the future son¨Cinw of the Hawthorne family.

    ¡°Remi, I¡¯m a bit tired from all the dancing. Could you help me upstairs for a rest?¡±

    Evelina looked up at the man before her.

    He was so tall and handsome, so powerful and maic, standing by her side, making everyone else

    green with envy.

    Evelina felt like she was the happiest princess tonight.

    Without thinking. Evelina reached out to loop her arm through Remington¡¯s, but the man turned away to

    take a ss of champagne from a tray held by a server nearby.

    Evelina¡¯s pupils constricted and her nails dug into her palms.

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    She thought Lizetta, after seeing her waltz with Remington, must have left heartbroken.

    But no, Lizetta was still around, and not just that.

    Lizetta¡¯s previously outdated dress with a ruffle neckline had its cor andce at the hem torn away by

    her.

    Now, in an off¨Cthe¨Cshoulder number that showed off an attractive corbone and a skirt that stopped at

    the knees, she had put her drop¨Cdead gorgeous. legs on full disy with an asymmetrical hemline.

    She walked in, looking like a whole new person.

    Her beauty made people unconsciously clear a path for her, her aura of beauty silenced the room, and

    all eyes turned to her, unconsciously drawn in.

    Evelina was seething, quickly turning to see if the man next to her had noticed¨Cand sure enough,

    Remington couldn¡¯t peel his eyes off Lizetta.

    Damn Lizetta!

    Evelina regretted inviting her now.

    But there Lizetta was, right in front of them.

    Remington¡¯s eyes swept over her daring dress and he frowned slightly. ¡°What are you doing here?¡±

    He didn¡¯t know she wasing tonight.

    But Lizetta figured Remington thought she was cramping Evelina¡¯s style and her chest tightened, yet

    she managed a smile.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I know I¡¯m not wee. I won¡¯t stick around; I¡¯ll just drop off my gift and leave.¡±

    Then she turned to Evelina, ¡°Evelina, this is my homing gift to you, hope you like it.¡±

    Standing there, Lizetta towered over Evelina, who was less than 5.5 feet and pregnant in t shoes,

    making her legs look even shorter and her proportions.

    out of whack.

    While Lizetta, in t shoes herself, had a pair of stunningly long legs, a dancer¡¯s posture and excellent

    bearing, and on top of that, a beauty that could eclipse everyone at the event.

    Her altered dress might not fit like a glove but it was enough to make Evelina look like mere dust in

    comparison, like a maid.

    Lizetta stuffed something into the hands of the displeased¨Clooking Evelina. It was a piece of fabric,

    extra material torn from Lizetta¡¯s dress, casually tied up by Lizetta and mockingly thrust into Evelina¡¯s

    hands.

    Without lingering, Lizetta turned and walked away, Evelina was so angry, barely managing a smile as

    she said.

    ¡°Mom, Dad, I¡¯ll walk my sis out.¡±

    Remington¡¯s brow furrowed, about to step forward, but Kevin wrapped an arm

    around him.

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    ¡°Remington, I¡¯d like to speak with you about some business matters, may I have a moment?¡±

    Lizetta picked up the pace, Evelina¡¯s voice trailing after her.

    ¡°You did that on purpose! unting your charms regardless of the asion, proud of yourself as all the

    men can¡¯t take their eyes off you, aren¡¯t you?!¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t be bothered with her ranting, but Evelina picked up a pebble, wrapped it in the torn

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    Lizetta felt a hit on the back of her head and stopped in her tracks. Whirling around, she crossed her

    arms and looked at Evelina.

    ¡°Don¡¯t forget! It was you who invited me. You loveparisons and outshining others so much, I was

    just being kind, satisfying that whim of yours. Why are you fury? Is it because you are ugly, so that you

    are justified?¡±

    Evelina was fuming, ready to blow a gasket. She stormed up to Lizetta, raising hand to strike.

    But Lizetta was quick on the draw. She firmly grabbed Evelina¡¯s hand.

    ¡°Enough, Evelina!¡±

    Evelina snorted with contempt. ¡°So, what if you¡¯ve attracted all the attention? Remi still danced with

    me, didn¡¯t he? Lizetta, don¡¯t you forget, without the Hawthorne family, without me, you¡¯d be nothing but

    a street rat from the slums, with no chance of rubbing elbows with someone like Remi. Oh, and you

    showing up in that dress left by my grandma? Don¡¯t you find yourself ridiculous? Is that your grandma

    or mine? Clearly, it¡¯s mine!

    Without my grandma¡¯s nostalgic affections, would Fiona cherish you? Would the Dashiell family have

    taken you in? Without my granny, you¡¯d be a big fat nothing!¡±

    Evelina shouted with suppressed anger. Lizetta clenched her teeth, her body trembling slightly.

    ¡°If thinking that way

    way makes you feel superior, then go right ahead,¡± Lizetta said coolly, shaking off Evelina¡¯s grip.

    Lizetta turned to leave again, but Evelina couldn¡¯t stand her aloof and disdainful attitude.

    What gave Lizetta the right?

    Evelina grabbed Lizetta again, ¡°You stole my life and became Mrs. Dashiell. I¡¯m just asking you to give

    it back, what¡¯s wrong with that? Remi never loved you; he¡¯s always loved me!¡±

    Evelina was like a madwoman, relentlessly pestering.

    The night air was chilly, and Lizetta felt a cold shiver.

    She flung Evelina away, ¡°I already said, think whatever you want, but let go! Do you want everyone to

    come out and watch this farce?¡±

    Evelina cooled down a bit upon hearing that.

    Lizetta pulled her hand back and sighed in relief, but then Evelina spoke again.

    ¡°It¡¯s not that I want to think this way, but that Remi truly loves me more, Lizetta, do you dare to verify

    that? Because I do!¡±

    Lizetta was still puzzled by Evelina¡¯s meaning when suddenly Evelina let out a yell and lunged toward

    her.

    Lizetta stumbled, and with a couple of sshes, both women fell into the pool nearby.

    Unprepared for the fall, Lizetta swallowed some water and felt a cramp in her call.

    As she calmed herself intending to swim upward, she felt a weight around her waist ¨C Evelina was

    clinging tightly to her in the water, dragging her down.

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    Lizetta had never imagined Evelina could go this crazy!

    Holding her breath, she

    in her chest grew scacked and pulled, but couldn¡¯t shake Evelina off. Bubbles escaped her mouth as

    the air

    This wouldn¡¯t do. Lizetta clenched her fist and struck Evelina on the head.

    That¡¯s when Evelina let go.

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    Survival instinct made Lizetta kick Evelina away, swimming in the opposite direction, afraid of being

    entangled again. She didn¡¯t see that, as Evelina sank, an agile figure was swimming towards them.

    As Lizetta turned her head again due to a cramp in her calf, she saw Remington holding Evelina,

    swimming towards the light above the pool.

    Lizetta felt a sharp pain in her chest, unable to determine if it was from severeck of oxygen or

    something else.

    Struggling to swim upward, her legs cramping, she panicked and swallowed water again.

    Losing control, Lizetta sank deeper into the cold, dark depths.

    The water was freezing, overwhelming.

    With her eyes open, she could no longer see Remington or Evelina.

    Left alone, she faced death in solitude.

    Lizetta gave up the fight, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes as she closed them.

    Brother, you promised to protect me, always.

    You promised.

    Remington emerged from the water with Evelina and was about to leave her,

    But Evelina clung to him, crying out, ¡°My child. Lizetta kicked my stomach, my child.¡±

    Evelina had recently shown signs of a miscarriage, causing Remington to hesitate in his return to the

    pool.

    He had seen it all.

    With two more sshes, two more people jumped into the pool.

    Lizetta was a great swimmer, she didn¡¯t need saving and could have made it out on her own.

    ¡°Remington, what are you waiting for? Take Eve back, get the doctor, hurry!¡±

    ra urged anxiously, and Remington quickly carried Evelina away.

    But he didn¡¯t see that just behind him, Lizetta was being lifted from the water, her face deathly pale,

    silent and

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    After being vigorously pressed on her chest, Lizetta suddenly choked and coughed back to life.

    Leaning against the person behind her, Lizetta was in a daze, with near¨Cdeath memories shing back

    as she saw through her bleary eyes Remington carrying Evelina away at a brisk pace.

    He didn¡¯t look back.

    ¡°Lizetta! You¡¯re faking it, right? You¡¯re like a fish in water,e on, speak up.¡±

    The person who rescued Lizetta from behind patted her face, bringing her back to her senses as she

    looked at him.

    She was surprised to find it was Cassius Sterling.

    He was Remington¡¯s brother, from the Sterling family, long¨Ctime acquaintances of the Hawthorne

    family. Cassius treated Evelina like a sister and always thought Lizetta was a gold digger who had

    dyed Remington¡¯s life, and therefore, he had a low opinion of Lizetta.

    ¡°Thanks, cough cough.¡±

    Lizetta apologized, feeling grateful despite everything since he saved her life.

    Cassius just huffed and ran his fingers through his drenched hair.

    ¡°Don¡¯t thank me; I didn¡¯t save you out of any personal regard, just basic human decency. If I¡¯d known it

    was you, I wouldn¡¯t have bothered getting wet! You sure you¡¯re okay?¡±

    He looked at her with pure distaste, and Lizetta gave a self¨Cdeprecatingugh.

    ¡°A scourge like me can survive a millennium; what could possibly happen to me?¡±

    Already humiliated enough, she had no desire to seek sympathy from someone who loathed her.

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    Cassius sneered, pushed Lizetta away from him, and got up to leave. Lizetta didn¡¯t say another word.

    There

    e were still onlookers: Kevin was frowning and staring at Lizetta with a stern look.

    ¡°Liz, you pushed Eve in, didn¡¯t you? You really are¡­ never mind, you¡¯re not wee here. Just go.¡±

    He then apologized to the other guests, ¡°Sorry for the scare. Let¡¯s go inside, I¡¯ll apologize with a drink.¡±

    He ushered everyone away, leaving Lizetta alone, drenched and kneeling by the poolside.

    A servant, taking pity on her, sneaked over and tossed her a big towel.

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia, better get going.¡±

    Lizetta thanked the servant and wrapped herself up, stumbling away.

    Upstairs, in Evelina¡¯s room, several servants and ra were fussing over her.

    Someone was fetching hot water, someone else was drying her hair, others were checking on her

    condition.

    Evelina was leaning pathetically against ra, clutching a cup; seeing she was all right, Remington

    turned to

    leave.

    But Evelina suddenly raised her voice, ¡°Mom, it was sister who pushed me! She dragged me into the

    water, I can¡¯t swim, I was so scared! Sister didn¡¯t save me; she hit my head, kicked me. It was

    terrifying, too terrifying. I thought I¡¯d never see you again!¡±

    ra stood up enraged upon hearing this.

    ¡°This is attempted murder, call the police! I¡¯m calling them right now!¡±

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    Remington stopped in his tracks; Evelina saw this and a gleam ofughter shed in her eyes, though

    her crying

    intensified.

    Remington walked back, snatched the phone from ra¡¯s hand.

    ra looked at him in disbelief and demanded, ¡°Remington, what do you mean by this?!¡±

    Remington coldly replied, ¡°They both fell in together, no one saw Lizetta push her. How can you im

    attempted

    murder?¡±

    Evelina looked hurt as she gazed at Remington, ¡°Remi, you saw it! You must have. She was hitting me

    in the water, how could you?¡±

    Her tears flowed profusely, partly acting, partly genuinely heartbroken.

    At that moment under the water, she fell in with mental preparation. Naturally, she was much more

    composed than Lizetta, who choked and panicked immediately upon falling.

    She also saw Remingtoning out then, which is why she and Lizetta fell into the water together, and

    only let go of Lizetta after seeing Remington swim towards them.

    She was convinced that Remington had seen Lizetta hit her.

    But to Evelina¡¯s dismay, even after witnessing Lizetta¡¯s wicked acts, Remington still unhesitatingly

    defended her. Evelina was dead with envy!

    ¡°I didn¡¯t see anything! You were just panicked and imagined things, right, Evelina?¡±

    Remington came to the bedside, looking down at Evelina from above. He was asking her, but his tone

    was derative.

    He was defining the situation, warning her to drop it.

    With red eyes, Evelina clenched her cup and grabbed Remington¡¯s sleeve.

    ¡°Remi, stay with me, and I won¡¯t press charges. I¡¯m really scared.¡±

    ¡°No, we must call the police,¡± ra insisted, clearly dissatisfied.

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    Remington gave a cold look.

    ¡°Lizetta¡¯s my wife. Are the Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family, including me, Remington, picking

    a fight?¡±

    His voice was cool but the threat in it sent chills down one¡¯s spine.

    ra trembled all over, herplexion turning ugly.

    With a mix of grievance and forbearance, Evelina looked at her, ¡°Mom, maybe it was just my illusion.

    Sister wouldn¡¯t do such a vile thing. Let¡¯s just drop it, okay? Please apologize to the guests for me. It¡¯s

    enough that Remi stays by my side.¡±

    ra had no choice but to leave, and Evelina reached to move Remington¡¯s hand down to hold his.

    He slipped out of his sleeve, saying.

    ¡°I¡¯m going to change.¡±

    He was still wet, and Evelina could only say, ¡°Yeah, Remi, hurry and don¡¯t catch a cold.¡±

    He left, and the driver was waiting at the door holding aplete set of recement clothes from the

    car.

    ¡°Where¡¯s the missus?¡± Remington didn¡¯t take the clothes, but frowned and asked.

    The driver, Christ, was taken aback, ¡°The missus? She¡¯s probably bathing and changing clothes.¡±

    Remington then took the clothes and was escorted by a servant to a guest room to change.

    Christ went downstairs and, finding a servant, urgently inquired about Lizetta, only to be told she had

    already left.

    Christ was surprised and hurried to drive out of the Hawthorne family residence, just in time to see

    Lizetta hailing a cab and getting in.

    Christ didn¡¯t pursue further and drove back.

    It wasn¡¯t until the next morning that Lizetta saw Remington again. Coming out of the hallway, she saw

    the familiar car parked under a tree nearby.

    The man stood by the car, smoking. Seeing her, he crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the

    trash, then started walking towards her.

    Lizetta pretended not to notice and walked past him.

    Remington frowned, ¡°You didn¡¯t get sickst night, did you?¡±

    The weather was cold; Evelina had developed a feverst night, and because she was pregnant, she

    couldn¡¯t take medicine. With the servant taking care of her all night, Remington couldn¡¯t leave.

    He called Lizetta, but this woman had blocked him, leaving him no way to check on her.

    Lizetta had a slight feverst night, but she was in good health and had herself some hot water and felt

    much better by morning.

    She turned around sarcastically, ¡°Mr. Dashiell,ing to show concern now? Isn¡¯t it a bitte? Oh,

    that¡¯s right, I remember now. Mr. Dashiell, you were busyst night taking care of your sweetheart, how

    could you bother with me? Luckily, I¡¯m like a weed, not as delicate as those noble flowers, so I¡¯ve got

    resilience on my side! I¡¯m doing just fine, no need for your concern!¡±

    After speaking, Lizetta turned to leave.

    He didn¡¯t want her anymore, and she didn¡¯t need his pretend concern now.

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    But Remington suddenly gripped her shoulder tightly.

    ¡°Lizetta! Do you really have to talk to me like this? You pushed Evelina into the water, you did

    something wrong. and let others clean up the mess, and you still think you¡¯re right?¡±

    ¡°I didn¡¯t push her!¡± Lizetta retorted, struggling.

    Remington said sternly. ¡°Evelina can¡¯t swim. Would she jump in by herself?¡±

    Lizetta felt as if her heart was being squeezed, struggling to breathe, and she didn¡¯t want to argue

    anymore.

    She knew he wouldn¡¯t believe her; she just knew.

    Exhausted, she said, ¡°Whatever, if you think I was the one wicked enough to push her, you don¡¯t need

    to pretend to care now. Let go.¡±

    She forced her emotions in check, pushed Remington away, and walked forward step by step.

    Remington rubbed his temples and caught up with her again.

    ¡°Add me back!¡± hemanded sternly.

    He was done with the anxiety of not being able to reach her likest night.

    He insisted, and Lizetta didn¡¯t want to tangle with him further. Silently, she took out her phone and

    added him back.

    ¡°Can I go now?¡±

    She asked, her whole demeanor rebellious and unyielding.

    Remington was exasperated. He hadn¡¯t slept all night and had been waiting here since before dawn,

    not wanting to keep arguing with her, and he had lost the patience to coax or care for her.

    He slowly let go of her hand.

    Days flew by, and Lizetta hadn¡¯t seen Remington again.

    She had added his number, but he hadn¡¯t contacted her either, it seemed they had an unspoken cold

    war.

    That day, after finishing her performance at the mermaid¨Cthemed restaurant, Lizetta emerged dripping

    wet from

    the water.

    She went to the changing room to shower and change and was about to leave when the manager

    came over

    with a smile.

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia, that regr customer Mr. March over there would like to buy you a drink. He¡¯s a friend

    of the boss, so do him a favor.¡±Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Lizetta frowned and said coldly, ¡°Entertaining with drinks is not part of my job.¡±

    She stepped forward to leave, while the manager was in a dilemma, a figure blocked Lizetta¡¯s way.

    It was a man in his mid¨Ctwenties, sharply dressed, looking pretty decent but with an air of ¡°I¡¯m so

    handsome¡± stered all over his face. His forced suaveness was off¨Cputting.

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia, right? I really enjoyed your performance. Do me the honor of joining me for dinner, and

    this will be yours.¡±

    He flicked a BMW keychain, swinging them, his eyes scanning Lizetta from head to toe.

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    Lizetta kept it simple and ssy, rocking a in white tee and jeans without showing an inch of skin.

    Yet somehow, her no¨Cfrills getup took on a whole new vibe on her, making her look effortlessly chic.

    shes of her frolicking in the water just moments ago crossed his mind ¨C her glorious, golden

    mermaid tail, her skin as smooth and wless as frosted snow, and her posture gliding through the

    water with grace, like a legit deep¨Csea mermaid princess ¨C it was alluring, innocent, and seductive all

    at once.

    You¡¯d never guess the knockout figure hidden beneath that oversized white tee if you hadn¡¯t seen it

    with your own eyes. And let¡¯s not forget the supple and lively feel of those legs, usually wrapped up in a

    fish tail, tumbling through the water, which must feel absolutely mind¨Cblowing wrapped around a man¡¯s

    waist.

    ¡°Back off!¡±

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    Lizetta¡¯s expression turned icy as the guy ogled her a bit too obviously.

    The manager frowned, ¡°How can you talk to Mr. March like that.¡±

    Daniel March just smiled as he stepped aside, all charm and grace; he even gave the manager a

    reassuring wave to show he didn¡¯t mind.

    As Lizetta walked away, Daniel watched her until she was out of sight, savoring the moment before

    turning back and patting the manager on the shoulder.

    ¡°That¡¯s the spice I¡¯m talking about. It¡¯s only tasty if it¡¯s got a kick. Send me her part¨Ctime schedule

    here.¡±

    Stepping out of the mermaid¨Cthemed restaurant, Lizetta could still feel that creepy, clingy vibe on her

    back like she was being watched.

    Feeling annoyed and fed up, she figured her days working this gig were numbered.

    But when it rains, it pours. Right on cue, her phone rings ¨C it¡¯s Jolin.

    Picking up, Lizetta is hit with Jolin¡¯s piercing cries.

    ¡°Where the hell have you been, you good¨Cfor¨Cnothing? Your brother and I are about to get kicked out

    of the hospital. If you don¡¯t show up, we might as well drop dead together!¡±

    Rushing to hail a cab, Lizetta also called Ynda.

    Ynda, hearing about the trouble with Thaddeus, soothed Lizetta and headed to the hospital herself.

    They bumped into each other right outside.

    The scene outside Thaddeus¡® room was a hot mess, with Jolin tussling with a couple of nurses.

    Upon seeing Lizetta, Jolin made a beeline for her and grabbed her arm.

    ¡°Liz, why the heck are they throwing us out? Doesn¡¯t the Dashiell Group own this hospital? I¡¯m telling

    you, I¡¯m the mother¨Cinw of your honorary chairman!¡±

    She snapped at the nurses and then pushed Lizetta, ¡°What are you zoning out for? Call Remington,

    now!¡±

    Jolin¡¯s voice was loud, drawing weird looks from everyone; people were probably wondering which rock

    this Mrs. Dashiell crawled out from under.

    Embarrassed, Lizetta stood there as Ynda stepped in to pull Jolin away.

    ¡°What kind of mother are you? Other than hitting up Liz and the Dashiell family for money, what have

    you ever done? For the past year, Liz has been the one taking care of Thaddeus while he¡¯s bedridden.

    How many times have you shown up? Don¡¯t you feel any shame?!¡±

    Jolin staggered back from the force of Ynda¡¯s words and turned on her with a finger pointed.

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    ¡°What¡¯s it to you how I talk to my daughter?!¡±

    ¡°Do you even consider Liz your daughter? Where were you when Hans hit her?

    Where were you when she was starving, searching through trash cans for food in her bare feet? Now

    after she¡¯s taken in by the Dashiell family, you suddenly want to see your daughter every month and

    have the cheek to show up for cash. You let everyonebel her a leech, and how dare you call yourself

    her mother! Do you only remember you have a daughter every time when there¡¯s trouble?¡±

    Ynda was shaking with anger, recalling the first time she met Lizetta.

    The poor girl went from rich kid to nobody¡¯s problem, burning her hand while boiling water, with nothing

    to eat at home, and Jolin nowhere in sight.

    Kicked out by a drunken Hans in the dead of winter, she was scavenging through the neighborhood

    trash bins in just her thin clothes.

    When Ynda found her, Lizetta looked like a drenched Persian cat, with her expensive fur all soaked;

    she scared and helpless.

    was

    Ynda couldn¡¯t understand it. Jolin wasn¡¯t Mother of the Year, but she used to fight with Evelina and

    Hans.

    Was it because Lizetta was only brought home at six that there were no feelings,pletely

    disregarding her own flesh and blood?

    Jolin, confronted by Ynda, turned a sickly shade of green; her face was a mix of awkwardness and

    embarrassment as she looked at Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m just so worried about your brother, and you must be too. Please, ask Remington what¡¯s going

    on.¡±

    Thaddeus¡® life depends on the hospital equipment, and Lizetta has ns to send her brother abroad for

    treatment. She can¡¯t let anything happen to him now, not when there¡¯s hope on the horizon.

    She thought of reaching out to Hogan to smooth things over, but the nurses told her he¡¯s off on a

    medical aid mission for about half a month.

    Remembering Remington mentioning recing her senior brother, Lizetta had her suspicions grow that

    he¡¯s behind all this.

    Taking out her phone, she dialed Remington; her fingertips were icy.

    Remington knew he¡¯s the only blood rtive she cares about, yet he dares to use her brother¡¯s life to

    manipte

    her.

    Is he trying to force her back?

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    This call just wasn¡¯t getting picked up, no matter how long it rang.

    Lizetta kept dialing over and over, but got no answer from the other side.

    Couldn¡¯t tell if he just didn¡¯t see it, or if he was purposely giving her the cold shoulder as a lesson.

    ¡°Badass Remington not picking up the phone? Just like him!¡± Ynda gritted her teeth.

    ¡°Did you tick off Remington or what? Spit

    it out!¡± Jolin was so anxious that she started shoving Lizetta around.

    Lizetta stumbled from the push; her bag hit the deck, and out tumbled a divorce agreement.

    It was a fresh copy she¡¯d made, signed and ready to be pped in Remington¡¯s face the next time she

    saw him. to make him sign it.

    Jolin picked it up and stared at Lizetta in disbelief.

    ¡°What the heck did you do to get dumped by Remington? The sky is falling! Go beg him to take you

    back, get on your knees if you have to, go!¡±

    Lizetta was just so drained, and this was her own mother.

    Her daughter¡¯s getting divorced, and she¡¯s not worried about the hurt but about losing the glitz and

    m.

    Lizetta shook off Jolin, ¡°Go kneel yourself!¡±

    Jolin stumbled back; as she was about to blow a fuse, she locked eyes with Lizetta¡¯s steely gaze and

    froze.

    She was the type to bully the weak but cower before the strong, so she chickened out.

    But Lizetta couldn¡¯t just stand by and watch her big brother get kicked out of the hospital, so she

    grabbed Ynda¡¯s hand.

    Ynda immediately said, ¡°You go ahead, I¡¯ve got this. I¡¯ll make sure nothing happens to your brother.¡±

    Only then did Lizetta clutch her phone and rush out of the hospital.

    In the evening, Maplewood Club.

    The biggest den of iniquity in Zion City, where all the high rollers hang out.

    Lizetta asked for Timothy and heard that Remington had a shindig here tonight.

    The club was no ce for just anyone; Lizetta waited outside, and Timothy showed up pretty quick.

    He was decked out in a wine¨Cred V¨Cneck suit; his hair was not as slick as usual, with bangs covering

    his devil¨Cmay¨Ccare brows ¨C oozing nobility that onlyes from rolling in dough; utterly charming.

    ¡°Timothy, thanks a million.¡±

    Timothy smirked and raised an eyebrow, ¡°Little Liz, you look even prettier than two years ago. Come

    on, let me sneak you in.¡±

    Soon enough, they were standing at a secluded VIP room door.

    Timothy paused and filled her in.

    ¡°I gave the guys downstairs a heads up. From now on, you cane straight to this VIP room. It¡¯s just

    for the bros to hang out, not open to the public. Wanna see Remi? You won¡¯t go wrong here.¡±

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    ¡°Thanks, Timothy.¡±

    Lizetta smiled her thanks, but she didn¡¯t really think she¡¯d being back to find anyone.

    Once she and Remington were done, their worlds would be totally different.

    A server pushed open the door, and out spilled the music and chatter.

    ¡°Ha, Lizetta in the same league as Evelina? Remi would pick Evelina for sure. Lizetta¡¯s been on the

    receiving end of his cold shoulder because of Evelina for years.¡±

    ¡°Well, that¡¯s not a given. Lizetta¡¯s like his own flesh and blood. Even if there¡¯s no love between them,

    there¡¯s sibling affection, right? Remi used to spoil her rotten, promising the moon and stars.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s feet froze at the door.

    The voices inside kept going, dripping with endless mockery.

    ¡°Pssh! That¡¯s just Remi being protective! Even his pets get the royal treatment. Right, Remi?¡±

    Lizetta recognized it was Cassius¡® voice.

    She held her breath, hoping to hear a retort, but all she got was a man¡¯s mocking, indifferent tone.

    ¡°If you know I¡¯m protective, then zip it!¡±

    Lizetta felt the icy voice slice through her skin, and the blood it drew was as cold as ice.

    Hanna said she wasn¡¯t even as good as the Dashiell family¡¯s dog, but it turned out in Remington¡¯s

    eyes, she, Lizetta, was just his best¨Ckept pet.

    And she was openly judged and mocked by his buddies as a bit of banter.

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned pale, and by then, the room¡¯s upants finally noticed them.

    ¡°Yo, Timothy¡¯s here, and he¡¯s brought a new me. Must be a knockout. Come on, let¡¯s get a look!¡±

    Someone called out and pulled Timothy aside, exposing Lizetta to everyone¡¯s gaze.

    Her eyes locked with the man lounging on the VIP room sofa.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze swept past the delicate figure beside him, and she shed a smile.

    Oh, Evelina was there too.

    Sorry to interrupt, she thought. Sorry to crash the party.

    The room went from buzzing to dead silent.

    Evelina¡¯s eyes darted around, filled with envy.

    Lizetta was just too stunning. Without any makeup, she¡¯d stand out, like the first red plum blossom on a

    winter¡¯s day effortlessly stealing the scene.

    ¡°Liz? Come in and take a seat.¡±

    Evelina quickly walked up to Lizetta, reaching to pull her in as if nothing had happened in their past.

    Lizetta sidestepped, leaving Evelina with an awkward expression, her ha

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    ¡°Who is this chick? Not giving Ms. Hawthorne any respect, huh? Not afraid her high horse will throw her

    back out?¡± Celebrity Lulu chimed in.

    Since Evelina was Remington¡¯s date, she looked to butter her up and earn some good karma.

    The vibe instantly got more awkward.

    Lizetta gave Remington an icy stare; not intending to go in, she just said, ¡°Can youe out for a

    sec?¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were frosty.

    The dude was sitting there, with his legs crossed, idly swirling his wine ss and not budging an inch.

    The ce was lit up, booze flowing, with beauties and gents everywhere, and there he was, sitting like

    he owned the ce, his sharp feature exuding this exclusive aura ¨C he was definitely the center of

    attention.

    He didn¡¯t say a word, didn¡¯t move, and nobody dared to make a peep.

    The tension was worse than before, and this unbearable silence made Lizetta wish she could just turn

    around. and bolt.

    But Thaddeus was counting on her rescue, so walking away wasn¡¯t an option.

    With her lips pressed together, she tried again: ¡°I kinda need to¡­¡±

    That¡¯s when Remington finally spoke up, ¡°Who told you toe here? If you¡¯ve got business, we can

    talkter.¡±

    His words might as well have been ¡°You¡¯re not wee here, now scram.¡±

    Lizetta felt a chill creeping up her spine. She shouldn¡¯t havee, and this was utterly humiliating.

    She was Timothy¡¯s plus one, and he didn¡¯t expect things to go south like this.

    He raised a hand, trying to put it around Lizetta¡¯s shoulder to keep her there, but he felt a death re

    and stopped short..

    Balling his hand into a fist, he coughed lightly and said. ¡°Little Liz, you had a spat with Remi? No

    wonder he¡¯s been sulking all night. Now you can¡¯t leave, right? Come on, I¡¯ve got high EQ, and let me

    mediate for you guys.¡±

    Someone teased, ¡°With the speed at which Timothy¡¯s girlse and go, you trying to offload Remi

    too?¡±

    ¡°Get lost!¡± Timothy shot back with augh.

    Evelina lowered her head down, with her eyes flickering. She knew exactly why Remington was being

    so cold to Lizetta.

    She grabbed Lizetta¡¯s arm, holding her back, ¡°This is Lucian¡¯s wee back party. It must¡¯ve been

    Lucian himself who invited you. After all these years, you and Lucian are still close. You nevere

    out to these things, but for Lucian¡¯s return, you show up.¡±

    Lucian¡¯s wee back party?

    Lizetta was clueless, she knew from the news that he was returning to the country, but she didn¡¯t

    realize it was tonight. She missed Lucian, as she hadn¡¯t seen him in two years.

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    With Thaddeus¡® thing tonight, she had to sort it out, so she let herself be half¨Cdragged to the couch.

    Evelina sat next to Remington, ¡°Sit by me, sis. Let¡¯s chat.¡±

    She pulled Lizetta down, nting herself between her and Remington.

    Remington¡¯s whole vibe got even colder, and his grip on the wine ss turned his knuckles white.

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    He treated Lizetta like she was invisible, and she sure as hell didn¡¯t want to throw herself at him.

    She shook off Evelina¡¯s hand, strode over to a solitary armchair on the edge, and said, ¡°Keep it going,

    will ya? Who picked this song? Not gonna sing?¡±

    The song that was cut off was Lulu¡¯s im to fame; she stood up and started to sway gracefully, as if

    she was ready to wow everyone.

    The music started again, and the room came back to life, but there was still an odd undercurrent.

    While everyone was having fun, they were also discreetly watching the trio.

    Lizetta grew up in the Dashiell family but, being invisible from the very first, she was never really one of

    them.

    Until she was twelve, when Remington almost killed a guy over her, and the Dashiell family had to pull

    some strings to hush it up.

    Remi had a sister, who was drop¨Cdead gorgeous and precious, and Zion City knew it.

    But Remington was protective, and with the age difference, he didn¡¯t bring Lizetta out much. The young

    gents there might¡¯ve seen her once or twice at most.

    Eventually, the little orphan girl from the Dashiell family became the future mistress of the house, in a

    not¨Cso¨Cmorous way.

    The taboo and scandalous gossip made Lizetta the talk of the town behind closed doors.

    But with Remington being abroad for the past four years and having barely been seen with Lizetta, the

    whispers died down over time.

    Today, the rarely seen couple was in the same room but not together, with Remington sitting with an

    ex¨Cgirlfriend instead.

    And considering they¡¯d been married for two years without a proper wedding.

    Evelina went abroad, and Remington followed her to expand his empire in a foreign country, so the

    unspoken understanding grew. The looks towards Lizetta ranged from pity to disdain.

    Lizetta was well aware of it and have been used to it by now.

    She grabbed her phone and shot a message to Ynda.

    [Bit of trouble here, might take longer.]

    Ynda sent back a meme.

    A knife stuck in a dog, with the dog¡¯s head photoshopped to Remington¡¯s.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curled up, but then Evelina piped up.

    ¡°Are you messaging Lucian? When¡¯s he getting here?¡±

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    Feeling totally fed up with being pestered by her, Lizetta nced over with irritation.

    ¡°Are you really that curious? Want me to hand over my phone to you?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes reddened, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to pry into your privacy.¡±

    Snorting with a smirk, Cassius poured himself a full ss of red wine and approached Lizetta.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s been taking good care of you, and here you are not giving a damn and being all passive¨C

    aggressive. You¡¯ve hijacked Evelina¡¯s life, and now you can¡¯t even drink a ss of wine as an apology?

    It doesn¡¯t seem too much to ask, does it?¡±

    With a different kind of rough¨Cand¨Ctumble good looks, Cassius had a rugged charm.

    Especially when he was putting someone on the spot, that wild vibe was suffocating.

    Lizetta, looking at the full ss of wine with a cold gaze, said, ¡°I¡¯m allergic to alcohol, can¡¯t drink it.¡±

    ¡°My sister¡¯s allergic to alcohol? Since when. Oh no, wait!¡±

    Evelina called Lizetta out, and her face was panicked as she covered her mouth.

    Such a novice at ying the innocent ¨C it wasn¡¯t that her skills slipped, but that she was sure Cassius

    would believe her.

    Sure enough, Cassius scoffed. ¡°Allergic? Pull the other one. Even if you were, you¡¯d drink it. If anything

    goes. down, I¡¯ve got your back.¡±

    If a real allergy took a life, someone like Cassius could certainly handle it; in their eyes, what do other

    people¡¯s joys and sorrows matter?

    Just like Remington could put her on a pedestal one moment and throw her into the mud the next.

    Remington sat there, watching coldly. It was Cassius who was giving her a hard time, but wasn¡¯t it also

    Remington who put her through hell?

    Would drinking this ss get Remington to back off and quiet down the hospital ordeal?

    But did he know that she was pregnant?

    Lizetta gave a bitterugh, and her smile was tinged with paleness.

    She took the ss and stood up.

    ¡°I¡¯ll drink this. I was out of line today, showing up uninvited. I¡¯ll settle my own dues.¡±

    She held the stem ss with her delicate hand, tilted her head back, with her hair cascading down, and

    downed

    the drink with finesse.

    After finishing, she flipped her wrist to show Cassius the empty ss, ¡°Happy now?¡±

    Her red lips were stained with the drink of the night, making her stunningly beautiful and breathtaking.

    Cassius caught his breath.

    Lizetta tossed the wine ss onto him, and he caught it in a daze.

    Grabbing her bag. Lizetta walked out with long strides.

    Remington¡¯s deep eyes followed her retreat, and a cold fissure seemed to tear through his gaze.

    She said she was an uninvited guest.

    He mmed the wine ss on the table, not too hard, but the sound unnervingly tightened everyone¡¯s

    chest.

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    NO

    Remington stood up and followed her out, leaving a bunch of people looking at each other, clueless

    about what just happened.

    As soon as Lizetta left the private room, she dashed straight into the restroom and made herself throw

    up.

    It was so agonizing that it felt like her entire stomach was being churned upside down.

    But she had to do it, to make sure the baby wasn¡¯t affected.

    Once Lizetta felt like she was about to vomit bile, she flushed the toilet, sat on the bowl to catch her

    breath for a while, and then walked out sweating profusely.

    She washed her hands and face at the sink, and coughed violently from the throat irritation caused by

    vomiting. with her wet hair messily stuck to her face.

    ¡°Litchi?¡±

    A familiar male voice came from behind, and Lizetta turned around to see a handsome young face.

    The man was tall, not wearing a suit but a baseball cap, a loose jacket, and jeans that perfectly

    showcased his ?great physique and long legs.

    The young race car driver exuded a vibrant, fiery hormone aura.

    His deep¨Cset eyes bore some resemnce to Remington, highlighting their cousin rtionship.

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    ¡°Cough¡­ Lucian, you¡­ cough cough!¡±

    Lucian patted Lizetta¡¯s back. ¡°In the few years I haven¡¯t seen you, you¡¯ve picked up a stutter? Never

    heard of that being an acquired condition.¡±

    Lizetta caught her breath with his help, ¡°Lucian, long time no see.¡±

    Lucian flicked her forehead with a rogueish grin.

    ¡°Ouch! Lucian! You didn¡¯t go abroad for racing, but to learn the Iron Finger technique!¡±

    Lizetta protested, and Lucian gave her a resigned smile.

    Seeing her disheveled hair, he reached out to help her tuck it behind her ear.

    Before his hand touched her, anotherrge palm abruptly grabbed his wrist.

    Lucian turned his head and saw the indifferent man. He reached out his arm with a smile.

    ¡°Remi.¡±

    The two cousins hugged briefly, and then Remington pulled Lizetta into his arms.

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t about to let him hug her.

    She frowned and struggled, but Remington held her tight, while telling Lucian.

    ¡°Everyone¡¯s waiting for you, so if you¡¯ve arrived, better go join them. Your sister¨Cinw isn¡¯t feeling

    well, and I¡¯ll

    take care of her.¡±

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    Lizetta stood there, with hands on her hips, silenced and stiff as a board after Remington¡¯s warning,

    and she gave Lucian a reluctant nod.

    ¡°Alright, I¡¯m heading in.¡±

    As Lucian walked away, Lizetta immediately gave Remington a stomp on the foot and shoved him

    hard.

    ¡°Back off!¡±

    She had managed to make herself throw up in time, but the alcohol had infiltrated her system, causing

    her to wobble a bit.

    Remington pulled her back and cradled her slender waist with hisrge hand, plopping Lizetta onto the

    sink counter and enveloping her with his arms.

    Remington had a stern look on his face, with his gaze fixed on her, and his thin lips curled up in an

    indescribable

    sneer.

    ¡°What¡¯s the matter, am I cramping your style and interrupting your little walk down memoryne?¡±

    Lizetta was enveloped by his breath, the familiar cool scent mixed with sweetness, unmistakably

    Evelina¡¯s perfume.

    The nerve of this guy, acting like she was the third wheel to his little fling, and now he has the gall to

    turn the tables on her.

    Lizetta tried to back away in disgust. ¡°Yes, I¡¯ve already cleared the way for you by hiding out here. You

    got your awkward moment, and I¡¯ve had my drink, so what more do you want, chasing me down to this

    spot?¡±

    The mirror on the wash basin cast a cold light on Lizetta¡¯s pale face, making the hints of red flush from

    the alcohol on her cheeks look unnaturally vivid.

    Remington reached out to tidy her messy hair behind her ear, then used the back of his hand to touch

    her sweaty forehead, frowning.

    ¡°Why so pale? Did I force that drink on you?¡±

    Lizetta nearlyughed in exasperation, ¡°Am I some kind of masochist, eagerly downing that drink on

    my own?¡±

    She turned her head away, not wanting to look at him, but he grabbed her chin firmly and turned her

    face back to his.

    ¡°I was sitting right there; you¡¯re Mrs. Dashiell, and who would dare to force a drink on you?¡±

    If she had just softened up to him, or even just given him a look of pleading, wouldn¡¯t he have cared for

    her?

    After messing it up, she hadn¡¯t asked about his arm injury for days, and today she had the nerve to

    show up at the wee party. He hadn¡¯t even blown up at her yet, and here she was acting all high

    and mighty.

    As Remington saw the impatience and disdain in her eyes, and thinking about how she had lit up at

    another man just moments before, a chill grew in the depths of his eyes.

    ¡°You¡¯re asking for it!¡±

    Lizetta red at him, trying to kick him away with both legs.

    But Remington caught her squirming legs and stepped forward, forcing Lizetta to lean back and, in a

    panic, wrap her arms around his neck.

    Her chest heaved, ¡°I deserve it? Are you saying I should have thrown that drink in Cassius¡® face to truly

    live up to the title of Mrs. Dashiell?¡±

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    In the earlier situation, with Evelina cozily sitting next to him, it was clear who he was protecting.

    Wouldn¡¯t Lizetta look ridiculous trying to pull rank as Mrs. Dashiell?

    ¡°You could always give it a try.¡± Remington raised an eyebrow.

    Lizetta was seething, but she also arguing pointless. She was still worried about her brother.

    Swallowing her pride. Lizetta looked at him and said. ¡°I¡¯m feeling a bit off, and I want to go home.

    Consider that drink as my apology to you, and while you¡¯re at it, can you please spare my brother?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s brow furrowed slightly. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±

    When Lizetta saw his genuinely puzzled expression, she was taken aback.

    ¡°Don¡¯t you know that the hospital is pulling the plug on my brother¡¯s medical equipment and

    medication?¡±

    Remington¡¯s face darkened, and his tone was cold.

    ¡°We don¡¯t need to discuss this matter right now.¡±

    Lizetta froze, ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    ¡°Pack your things, move back to Oakridge Heights, and behave. Your brother will be fine!¡±

    Lizetta had thought maybe she had misunderstood him, but no, it was indeed his doing.

    Tears burned in her eyes, and her heart felt as though it was being ruthlessly squeezed in his grip.

    ¡°Remington, you can¡¯t do this!¡±

    ¡°Why can¡¯t I? Your brother¡¯s hospital is funded by the Dashiell family, and the special care unit he¡¯s in is

    exclusively for the Dashiell family. Since you so clearly disdain being Mrs. Dashiell, your brother has

    nothing to do with the Dashiell family anymore. Why don¡¯t you go and ask around? There are plenty of

    people in Zion City who call me Remington the Grim Reaper behind my back. Do you hear anyone

    calling me a phnthropist?¡±

    He tried to ask nicely, but she wouldn¡¯t budge.

    Since she¡¯s convinced he¡¯s the bad guy, then he might as well live up to her expectations. It seems

    force is more effective.

    There¡¯s no way he¡¯s letting her go and divorcing her right now!

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    Lizetta was biting her lip so hard that she could taste the sourness and bitterness right there in her

    mouth,

    Remington¡¯s brow furrowed as he pinched her chin, forcing her to let go.

    She did let go, but then she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and chomping down.

    She wished she could draw blood likest time and make him hurt, but all she got was Remington¡¯s

    cool voice in her ear.

    ¡°I step out with you for a sec and you spice things up with an injury? If anyone asks, don¡¯t expect me to

    cover for

    you.¡±

    Lizetta froze, suddenly not so keen on biting down, but she wasn¡¯t about to give up.

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    Just then, a couple of shadows flickered in the hallway and soon retreated, with hushed voices carrying

    through.

    ¡°Dude, talk about intense.¡±

    ¡°That guy¡¯s got legs for days, and the girl¡¯s gorgeous! They¡¯re like mismatched perfection!¡±

    ¡°Man, we just walked into a soap opera scene in the making.¡±

    ¡°Let¡¯s bounce, downstairs.¡±

    As their voices and footsteps faded away, Lizetta¡¯s pale face blushed crimson as she shoved the man

    away.

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    ¡± go back with you just call the hospital first.¡±

    Remington set her down gently on the ground.

    T have Cedric take care of the hospital arrangementster.¡±

    He tried to take Lizetta¡¯s hand to leave, but she yanked it away.

    ¡°Call Cedric now.¡±

    Finding that she clearly didn¡¯t trust him, Remington had his face grow darker.

    He held back, but eventually, his patience ran thin, and hisrge palm pressed hard against the back of

    her neck. Lizetta stumbled teetering on her toes before crashing into Remington¡¯s chest.

    He was rock solid, and as she reeled from the impact, he bent down and bit her neck.

    His body was noticeably warmer, the hot, damp sensation made Lizetta stiffen, and she had her eyes

    tightly

    shut

    She braced for his revenge and for the pain.

    But the pain didn¡¯te. Instead, he was sucking hard, and the burning touch sent tingles down her

    spine.

    Realizing how rigid she was, he had his grip on her neck softened to a gentle caress, and his nibbles

    became light and teasing

    His deep breaths grazed her ear, every whisper was an invasion, and a tantalization.

    Lizetta was defenseless, her body melted into his embrace, with her hands clutching at his cor.

    Herpliant snuggling pleased Remington, whose lips curved into a faint smile; he had his hand rest

    on the small of her back as he took out his phone and called Cedric.

    ¡°Take care of Thaddeus.¡±

    He hung up and finally released Lizetta.

    ¡°Happy now?¡±

    She nodded, but as Remington reached for her hand, she yanked it away and stormed off. ¡°Go hold

    hands with Evelina since you couldn¡¯t care less about me anyway, no need to pretend in front of

    others.¡±

    But Remington yanked her back, with his brows knitted.

    ¡°What do you mean I don¡¯t care if you live or die?¡±

    ¡°In the pool, you saved Evelina and left me behind.¡±

    Lizetta scoffed, and Remington pursed his lips, ¡°I taught you how to swim, and I know how good you

    are. Didn¡¯t you swim up and kick Evelina? Did you really need my help?¡±

    Lizetta paused, so he had seen her kick Evelina?

    It wasn¡¯t that he didn¡¯t save her; he just didn¡¯t realize she needed help too.

    This made her feel a bit better, but the damage had been done.

    ¡°Even so, you chose to save Evelina! You were with her all night, did you ever care about me?¡± Lizetta

    choked up. Forget it, she didn¡¯t want to argue anymore.

    The memories of that night were painful to relive.

    In her dreams these past few days, she was struggling in the water in a dark abyss.

    She tried to leave again, but Remington mocked, ¡°You dare bring that up! Evelina wanted to call the

    cops; the Hawthorne family¡¯s cameras caught you two fighting by the pool. She can¡¯t swim; if I hadn¡¯t

    stayed to clean up the mess, were you waiting to be dragged to court?¡±

    Lizetta was stunned again; he stayed that night because Evelina threatened to call the police?

    The nerve of Evelina!

    She hadn¡¯t pushed Evelina, so why would she fear her calling the cops?

    Lizetta clenched her fists, wanting tosh out at Remington for not trusting her, for being fooled by

    Evelina.

    But then two more people entered the restroom, and Remington, without a word, dragged Lizetta back

    to the private room.

    The atmosphere was lively as everyone was toasting Lucian.

    Remington pulled Lizetta over to the couch, sat down, and tried to pull her next to him.

    Lizetta wriggled her wrist free from his grip, ¡°I¡¯m sitting with Lucian.¡±

    With that, she strode over to Lucian, thinking ¡®Remington wants to have his cake and eat it too? As if!¡±

    Remington was caught off guard by her sudden move, and his handsome face turned icy.

    Lizetta casually took her seat beside Lucian.

    Lucian declined a couple of drinks and sat down, then he snapped his fingers to summon a waiter, and

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    ¡°I¡¯ll have a warm ss of milk.¡±

    The server was on the ball and quickly brought over the warm milk.

    Lucian grabbed it and handed it straight to Lizetta, ¡°Stomach acting up just now? Howe I didn¡¯t

    know you had a bad stomach?¡±

    Lizetta took the milk and sipped it.

    With the warm milk hitting her empty stomach, she felt a lot better.

    She turned to Lucian with a grin that reached her eyes, ¡°Lucian, look at you all grown up and caring for

    others. When did that happen?¡±

    Lucian was barely two years older than Lizetta and they had gone to the same school from elementary

    through high school.

    Back in middle school Lizetta skipped a grade and they even shared a ss. By high school, she

    became Lucian¡¯s senior, but their rtionship was always pretty rocky.

    They couldn¡¯t stand each other as kids, and Lucian often bullied Lizetta on the sly.

    The ice only broke between them in the half¨Cyear before Lucian went abroad; they got closer back then

    because they¡¯ve grown more mature and also due to some incidents.

    The Lucian in Lizetta¡¯s memory was self¨Ccentered and wouldn¡¯t bother to care for anyone.

    ¡°Underestimating me, huh? I¡¯m now adies¡® man with fans all over the globe. Think I haven¡¯t

    changed?¡±

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow and clinked her ss against his.

    ¡°Milk instead of booze, here¡¯s to you, Lucian, for chasing your dreams!¡±

    There was genuine happiness in Lizetta¡¯s eyes, but also a touch of mncholy. Her dream of dancing

    was cut short four years ago.

    After her affair with Remington, Hanna was so ashamed that she hardly let Lizetta step out of the

    house for two

    years.

    After she married Remington, the idea of dancing in public was even more out of the question.

    Lucian smirked, ruffling Lizetta¡¯s hair yfully.

    ¡°You can dow

    too.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s toote.¡±

    ¡°Chasing dreams is never toote. Trust me, believe in Lucian.¡±

    He downed his drink in one go, and Lizettaughed again.

    The two of them chatted away in a cozy and affectionate manner.

    Remington leaned over to grab a cigarette case from the table, and leaned backzily against the

    leather chair.

    He licked the bottom of the case, knocking out a cigarette which he pinched elegantly between his

    fingers and tossing the case back on the table with a tter that briefly stilled the atmosphere around

    them.

    But the pair engrossed in conversation didn¡¯t even look up.

    Remington let out a cold snort; he was about to look for a lighter when Evelina, by his side, already had

    a me ready, ¡°Remi, let me.¡±

    Remington¡¯s cool gaze fixed on her, and from up close, the man¡¯s stunningly handsome face was

    mesmerizing.

    His indifferent eyes seemed to look through you, but were never really seeing you.

    But the desire to conquer isn¡¯t unique to men, and such men are fatally attractive to women.

    Evelina¡¯s heart raced, and her fingers holding the me trembled slightly. Just when she thought

    Remington would refuse, he leaned in towards the light and took a deep drag.

    His cheeks were hollowed slightly, sharpening the already chiseled lines of his face, making him even

    more strikingly handsome.

    Evelina blushed: her heart was burning hot..

    But in the next second, she saw Remington casually adjust his tie and turned his head slightly as he

    exhaled

    with a look of distaste.

    The exposed part of his neck revealed a deep kiss mark.

    Evelina¡¯s heart, once hot, felt doused with cold water, and her expression soured instantly.

    She didn¡¯t have to guess who left that mark, and it wasn¡¯t there before, so they must have been

    passionately kissing just while they were outside?

    Evelina nced at Lizetta instinctively, who was wearing a white V¨Cneck T¨Cshirt with a noticeable

    hickey on her swan¨Clike neck.

    Evelina was close to exploding with anger and jealousy.

    When Lizetta looked up, she caught the scene of Evelina lighting Remington¡¯s cigarette; for a moment

    they were

    so close to each other.

    From her angle, it seemed like Evelina was about to kiss Remington.

    Thefort Lizetta had felt in her stomach turned to difort again.

    Their eyes met, and the man¡¯s thin lips exhaled a swirling cloud of smoke, blurring his gaze but not

    hiding the faint sneer on his lips.

    Lizetta looked away, out of sight, out of mind. But someone wasn¡¯t willing to let her be.

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia, Ms. Hawthorne, why so quiet? Let¡¯s y a game, shall we?¡±

    It was Lulu, who had nned to wow everyone with her singing, only to be upstaged by Lizetta.

    ¡°Sure! How do we y?¡± Evelina chimed in eagerly.

    ¡°Let¡¯s keep it simple, roll the dice. Whoever gets the lowest number loses. Losers drink or answer a

    question.¡±

    Lizetta thought it was boring, not to say that Evelina was pregnant and couldn¡¯t drink anyway.

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    She figured Evelina would decline, but to her surprise. Evelina agreed without hesitation and even

    threw at challenging look at Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re not chickening out, are you?¡±

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    Lucian overheard their chat and cocked his head towards Lizetta, saying, ¡°Go ahead and y with

    them. If you lose, I¡¯ll take the shots for you.¡±

    With Lucian backing her up, what¡¯s there for Lizetta to fear? Besides, she wasn¡¯t scared in the first

    ce!

    She grinned and gave Lucian a yful eyebrow raise before looking at Evelina, ¡°Bring it on.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes curved into a smile. ¡°I¡¯m so jealous of you, Liz. Even without Remi taking care of you,

    you¡¯ve still got Lucian treating you like a princess.¡±

    Lizetta shot back with a smirk, ¡°What, were you raised on a diet of wind?¡±

    Evelina was taken aback.

    ¡°How else could every word out of your mouth be so loaded?¡± Lizetta said while shaking the dice and

    mming the cup down on the table. ¡°Your turn.¡±

    She lifted the cup to reveal a six and a five.

    Wearing a sour look, Evelina shook the cup for a long time until Lulu leaned in.

    ¡°Let me do the honors for Ms. Hawthorne. I¡¯m on a lucky streak.¡±

    As Lulu spoke, she lifted the cup ¨C two fours. Not too shabby, but still a loss against Lizetta.

    With an awkward smile, Lulu handed a ss of booze to Evelina, who took it and turned to nce at

    Remington.

    The man, still lounging back in his leather chair, was casually smoking; with his legs crossed and

    resting on the coffee table, he looked utterly unbothered by the whole scene.

    Evelina bit her lip, ¡°You ask the question.¡±

    Lizetta smiled lightly, ¡°I¡¯m curious about something. When I was six, uncle and auntie brought me back

    to the Hawthome family for a visit, and that very night you had a fever and nightmares. Nora the maid

    said I had jinxed you, and the next day I was sent away immediately. I heard water in your room in the

    middle of the night, were you taking a cold shower?¡±

    The moment Lizetta and Evelina locked eyes, people started paying attention.

    Now, Lizetta¡¯s question had Evelina¡¯s expression freezing, and she could feel the prying eyes from all

    around.

    Back then, of course, she was all intentional. Lizetta, bruised from Hans¡® beatings, was kicked out

    barefoot in the dead of winter to buy him cigarettes, and she happened to run into the Hawthorne

    family¡¯s car.

    Her parents took Lizetta home, and Evelina, hearing ra crying about how pitiful Lizetta was, wanted

    to keep her so the two girls could grow up as sisters.

    That just wouldn¡¯t do!

    So she took a cold shower that night and feigned fever and tantrums, before she clung to ra, saying

    Lizetta reminded her of the hellish times at the Gardenia family¡¯s, and even got Nora to vouch for her.

    The next day, sure enough, her parents sent Lizetta packing early.

    ¡°What are you talking about, Liz? I would never do such a thing. You must have heard wrong.¡± Evelina

    denied vehemently, but her brief stiff expression had already spoken volumes.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t expect much sportsmanship from someone like Evelina, so she didn¡¯t press further and

    continued ying with Lulu.

    Evelina sat there, feeling like she was on pins and needles, as she sensed that everyone was still

    sneakily watching, judging and seeing right through her.

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    Lulu also lost to Lizetta and, pouting, tried to get Frank to drink for her.

    Frank caressed her face, saying, ¡°Baby, I like a woman who can stand on her own two feet.¡±

    Lulu contorted her face and downed the drink.

    She couldn¡¯t believe Lizetta¡¯s luck could hold out forever.

    But Lizetta just kept on winning.

    Throwing two sixes, she looked leisurely at Evelina, ¡°Truth again?¡±

    Evelina, afraid of Lizetta¡¯s cunning, picked up the ss, ¡°I¡¯ll drink.¡±

    With a hard gulp, she tipped her head back, but then a hand reached over and took the ss from her.

    It was Remington.

    The man holding the ss looked at Lizetta, all cool and indifferent.

    ¡°She¡¯s not in a position to drink. I¡¯ll take it for her.¡±

    As Evelina almost had a miscarriage recently and had just managed to stay out of bed for a few days,

    naturally. she couldn¡¯t drink.

    A smile spread across Evelina¡¯s face as she leaned intentionally into Remington¡¯s embrace.

    ¡°Liz, Lucian said he¡¯d drink for you, and Remi is doing it for me, you don¡¯t mind, right?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to care, but just moments ago Remington was pouring drinks for Cassius, and now

    he was blocking them for Evelina.

    Love andck of love, the epitome of double standards.

    Lizetta swallowed a sip as bitter as gentian, while maintaining a facade of carefreeughter.

    ¡°Sure thing, Mr. Dashiell, just don¡¯t regret itter.¡±

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    Remington tilted his head back; with the drink sliding into his mouth, his sexy Adam¡¯s apple bobbed,

    while his deep eyes were fixed on Lizetta the whole time.

    The dice¨Cthrowing skills Lizetta had were taught by him personally.

    The girl had a knack for it, indeed a chip off the old block.

    No one knew better than him how capable she was. Evelina wouldn¡¯t stand a chance against this little

    vixen, and she could bleed internally and still lose.

    Remington set the empty ss down, giving Lizetta a nomittal eyebrow raise.

    Lizetta lowered her gaze with a coldugh. The damn man wanted to shield his lover from drinks; what

    was there for her to be heartbroken about?

    After that, Evelina and Lulu kept on losing.

    Lulu was almost crying, but she was still holding up as she had a good tolerance.

    And Remington, one ss¡­ eight sses.

    Evelina said with concern, ¡°Remi, stop drinking. I don¡¯t want to y anymore.¡±

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    Remington just gave her a smile with a hooked lip. ¡°No worries.¡±

    The man, slightly tipsy, had that extra bit of a roguish charmpared to his usual cool and lofty

    demeanor.

    His shirt cor was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a corbone hidden in the dim light, which glowed

    with a blush; it was deadly sexy.

    The room was buzzing with teasing: Evelina blushed, and her eyes on him were brimming with tender

    affection, oozing charm like nobody¡¯s business.

    Lizetta suddenly felt that winning was so overrated, and her eyes burned a tad.

    ¡°Got into a spat with Remi? Come on, Lucian will show him who¡¯s boss.¡±

    Lucian chimed in; standing up and pulling Lizetta to her feet, she announced loudly.

    ¡°I¡¯m done here, I¡¯m gonna take Litchi for a spin on the dance floor.¡±

    Lizetta followed him, and the two quickly left the private room.

    Once Lizetta was gone, Lulu perked up.

    She hadn¡¯t won a single game; didn¡¯t she have any pride? Thumping her leg, she shook the dice cup

    and rolled a couple of fours before she prodded Evelina.

    ¡°Hurry it up. Ms. Hawthorne, your turn.¡±

    Next to her, Remington had been giving off a frosty vibe ever since Lizetta left.

    Evelina, distracted, made a careless throw.

    ¡°Ahaha, I won, I won, drink up!¡±

    Lulu shoved a ss into Evelina¡¯s hand, who turned to pass it to Remington, ¡°Remi.¡±

    But Remington wouldn¡¯t even nce at her, and he said coldly.

    ¡°Heh, you think I¡¯m some kind of drink buddy?¡±

    He only takes drinks from his wife, what¡¯s this dirty, stinky stuff got to do with him!

    He stood up and strode off.

    Evelina froze, and Remington¡¯s tall figure was already a few steps away.

    Evelina wanted to follow, but Lulu leaped onto her legs, hugging them in a drunkeh rage.

    ¡°You can¡¯t go! Ms. Hawthorne, how can you bail on your tab, drink up!¡±

    ¡°Let go!¡± Evelina shook her off angrily.

    ¡°Why are you being such a pain, I know, you were being sneaky with the questions earlier too, I knew

    it!¡±

    Everyone in the room watched, but their expressions were varied.

    Evelina felt as exposed as if she¡¯d been stripped bare, wishing she could kick Lulu to the curb and p

    her twice. for good measure.

    She couldn¡¯t back down, nor could she handle her liquor, with her eyes reddened, she looked

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    Thinking about how Sterling family and the Hawthorne family were old family friends, Cassius looked

    rather conflicted.

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    He always thought Evelina was innocent and viewed her as someone to be pitled, as she have had her

    life stolen and have endured so much hardship as a child, and then her marriage prospects were

    snatched away.

    But today. Lizetta¡¯s question seemed to reveal a different side of Evelina.

    Still, he came over, picked up the ss and drank for Evelina.

    Frank came over with a dark face, pulled Lulu off and dumped her on the couch, asking Evelina with

    concern.

    ¡°You okay?¡±

    Evelina ignored him and hurried after Remington.

    After they left, the private room lost its buzz, and everyone quickly followed suit.

    Just as they left, someone leaning on the second¨Cfloor railing, with his eyes bulging, looked down at

    the dance floor and eximed in shock.

    ¡°Holy smokes! That¡¯s freaking amazing!¡±

    Timothy and the others looked too, only to see, on the dance floor¡¯s oval stage, usually a wild party,

    today a solo.

    act.

    The woman, in T¨Cshirt and jeans, was dressed like an average college student, not a bit of skin

    showing.

    But on stage, she twisted and swayed; every move of her was graceful and seductive, and every strand

    of her hair seemed to dance; her nces and turns were enchanting, full of allure.

    Legs lifted, hips sent, bending over, hair flung, fluid as water yet with an edgy swing, bewitching to the

    core, a contradictory mix of sultry and pure.

    No wonder once she hit the stage, it was hers alone, and everyone else seemed to vanish in

    embarrassment.

    It was Lizetta.

    Five minutes ago, Lucian had dragged her onto the dance floor, close to the stage, then suddenly

    leaned in and

    shouted in her ear.

    ¡°Remember what teacher Yvonne said? The stage is yours as soon as you step on it! Go for it.¡±

    Before Lizetta could grasp what was happening, Lucian had hoisted her onto the stage.

    Lizetta truly enjoyed the spotlight, and in almost a second, she was in the zone.

    She danced like no one was watching, totally unaware that the stage had turned into her personal

    showcase, stunning everyone.

    Until the music in the bar abruptly stopped, and after a series of shing lights, the entire dance floor

    fell silent.

    Then, the frenzy kicked back in.

    Lizetta stood frozen on stage, with her mouth agape, as she saw men and women in the crowd start to

    passionately embrace and kiss.

    The lights shed again, and she thought she saw Evelina grabbing the tall man and standing on tiptoe

    to kiss him.

    And the man, embracing her, lowered his head.

    Bang!

    With a loud noise, lights were out, and the dance floor was plunged into darkness.

    Amidst the darkness, the sound of kissing all around was enough to send shivers down the spine.

    Lizetta¡¯s mind, however, was still shing with the image she just saw; she stood there, pale as death,

    as if she

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    was trapped in evesting night.

    Then, someone grabbed her ankle with a greasy, nauseating touch, and dragged her down from the

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    Lizetta freaked out, stomping her feet in panic.

    Out of nowhere, another hand popped up, grabbing at her pants, tugging at her calf.

    Lizetta wanted to scream in terror, stumbling, about to be dragged off stage by a bunch of groping

    hands.

    Suddenly, a force wrapped around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.

    Then, Lizetta heard a series of blood¨Ccurdling screams, and the hands groping her vanished into thin

    air.

    Amotion broke out beneath the stage.

    Lizetta was spun around in someone¡¯s arms, carried away from the edge of the stage.

    Her heart still racing, she instinctively looked up to say thanks.

    But before she could speak, her chin was grasped, and a man¡¯s slightly rough fingertips rubbed over

    her lips.

    Then a masculine scent overwhelmed her, muffling her voicepletely.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes widened as she realized she was being kissed forcefully, her lips pried open with

    dominant aggression.

    ¡°Mmm. Mmm!¡±

    Lizetta trembled all over, raising her hand to p the man¡¯s face hard.

    Her wrist was gripped tightly by the man, and when she tried to knee him, he reacted quickly, pinning

    her firmly in his arms.

    He was tall, lifting her off the ground by the waist, her toes dangling, powerless.

    Just as she was about to bite him in fear, the hand on her wrist moved, forcing her hand against his

    cheek.

    Tears of humiliation threatened to fall, but the familiar touch made her pause.

    Her fingers traced the man¡¯s prominent brow.

    Finally, he loosened his grip a little, ¡°It¡¯s me.¡±

    His husky, familiar voice drained all the strength from Lizetta, and she slumped into his arms.

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    He didn¡¯tpletely move away from her lips, their mouths still grinding softly, sparks flying between

    them.

    Lizetta¡¯s mind went nk, with only one realization.

    He was kissing her!

    Remington was actually kissing her!

    Seemingly sure she recognized him, Remington abruptly lifted her chin and sealed her lips again

    fiercely.

    His masculine pheromones enveloped her, overpowering.

    He ravaged her with his kiss, uncontrolled and fierce.

    His breath was scorching, igniting her.

    Lizetta¡¯s body turned to mush,pletely overpowered, melting into him.

    With her eyes closed, her eyshes trembled, btedly soaking in the familiar embrace and scent.

    It was tranquil, affectionate, thrilling, and haunting.

    The thing she had longed for, yet couldn¡¯t attain.

    She should have felt excitement, sweetness, but for some reason, a sourness tinged her nose, tears

    welling up behind her closed lids, streaming down her face.

    Tasting the salty tears, Remington seemed to snap back to his senses.

    He stiffened, lifted his head, and let her go.

    That was when the bar lights suddenly zed, the music ring.

    The dance floor came alive again.

    Lizetta looked up, her teary, reddened eyes reflecting the bright lights, her little face pitiful with tears,

    yet her cheeks flushed and lips quivering with desire.

    Remington¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple bobbed, his eyes unreadable.

    He scooped her up and strode away from the stage.

    Carried in his arms, Lizetta felt weary and puzzled. If he was here, who was with Evelina?

    Over there.

    Evelina pushed away the person holding her, growling angrily.

    ¡°What the hell? Get off me!¡±

    up and she

    She turned and squeezed into the crowd, heading towards the stage, but by now, many had climbed up

    couldn¡¯t spot Remington anymore.

    Instead, she saw Lucian dancing closely with a short¨Chaired beauty and asked loudly.

    ¡°Lucian, where¡¯s Remi and my sister?¡±

    Lucian nced at her, ¡°What time is it? They probably couldn¡¯t wait and went home to get a room. If

    you need something, go check it out.¡±

    The hottie dancing with Lucian was annoyed, wrapping her arms around Lucian¡¯s neck, swaying her

    hips, and shoving Evelina aside.

    ¡°Who¡¯s she?¡±

    ¡°Just someone who doesn¡¯t matter.¡±

    Evelina stumbled from the shove, and someone took the chance to cop a feel of her chest, pushing her

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    Remington scooped Lizetta into the back seat and then hopped in himself.

    Cedric fired up the engine and, sharp as a tack, hit the button on the console to raise the partition.

    The confined space was all man¨Cscent.

    The tingling at the base of Lizetta¡¯s tongue was a not¨Cso¨Csubtle reminder of the recent events.

    Her cheeks were burning up, and leaning against the window, she was almost pressing her face

    against the ss in embarrassment.

    Remington nced at her and couldn¡¯t help but feel a bit helpless.

    Lazing back in his seat, he looked pretty chill and in a good mood, giving the huddled Lizetta a

    sideways look.

    ¡°You carrying some germs or something?¡±

    Lizetta scowled and shot back a re.

    ¡°You¡¯re the one with germs!¡±

    What was he on about, saying she had germs right after they¡¯d kissed.

    ¡°Why you keeping your distance then?¡± Remington raised an eyebrow.

    ¡°If I had germs, you¡¯d be the first one to catch ¡®em!¡±

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    ¡°How would you pass them on? Like this?¡±

    He tilted his handsome face and his lips gently brushed against her rosy ones.

    Lizetta froze like she¡¯d been zapped.

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Seriously, was that your first kiss?¡±

    Lizetta felt mocked. Of course it was her first kiss, but clearly not his.

    His kissing skills were top¨Cnotch, nothing like a newbie¡¯s, so good she couldn¡¯t even kid herself about

    it.

    When Lizetta thought that he might have honed those skills with Evelina, her blush faded, reced by

    a sick feeling of disgust that almost brought her to tears.

    She red at him, her words dripping with sarcasm.

    ¡°Oh, how refreshing. Two years married and you¡¯re asking if it was my first kiss. Don¡¯t you feel like it¡¯s a

    p in the face to your manhood?¡±

    Remington felt the sting of clear revulsion in her eyes.

    His expression turned icy as he pulled her over to him, sitting her down on hisp.

    ¡°Yeah, your excuse for a kiss was pretty fresh too. No need to sugarcoat it.¡±

    was quiet,

    He leaned in slowly, cupping her face, kissing her swollen lips, her eyes glistening with tears. The kiss

    was tender, and lingered longer without the bar¡¯s chaos.

    Lizetta¡¯s tongue was enveloped, her lips sucked gently, his hand threading through her hair, cradling

    the back of her head, as if he was controlling her thoughts just as easily.

    When she was out of breath and pushed against him weakly, he finally let her go.

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    His suit pants were all wrinkled from her grip, and Remington, breathing hard against her shoulder, was

    like a caged wild animal, radiating danger.

    And boy, was his reaction obvious, and he seemed pretty stoked too.

    Lizetta dared not move, afraid to set something off, her blush spreading from behind her ears

    her neck.

    Neither spoke in the silent car, just their uneven breaths filling the space.

    After a while, Remington finally looked up at her flushed face.

    ¡°Dumb bunny, ever heard of breathing?¡±

    Lizetta, feeling ridiculed, tried to slide off hisp, but Remington gripped her waist and leaned in for

    another kiss. Lizetta dodged and thought, ¡°what¡¯s with this guy, suddenly can¡¯t get enough of kissing?¡±

    Now that her head was clear, she wasn¡¯t in the mood to y along.

    She put her hand up to block Remington¡¯s lips, ¡°I¡¯m not going back to Oakridge Heights.¡±

    Before Remington could frown or get mad, she pushed him away and sat beside him, adding slowly.

    ¡°Let¡¯s make a stop at the hospital first.¡±

    Remington, still in a pretty good mood after seeing her kiss¨Cbruised lips, decided to indulge her.

    He tapped his shoe against the partition.

    Cedric lowered it.

    ¡°Change of ns, head to the hospital first.¡±

    At the hospital, Lizetta got out and Remington draped his jacket over her shoulders.

    The night had turned cold, and Lizetta, hugging the jacket close, hurried into the building.

    After making sure Thaddeus was fine, they both headed back to Oakridge Heights.

    The bedroom had indeed been redecorated; new sofa, new carpet, but Lizetta had lived there for two

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    ¡°I¡¯m gonna hit the shower first.¡±

    Lizetta looked away and had already stepped into the changing room to grab some fresh clothes.

    Remington loosened his tic, unbuttoned his cor, and slumped on the couch, rubbing his temples

    wearily.

    Back in the private box, Lizetta didn¡¯t hold back, and he ended up knocking back quite a few drinks.

    Now the booze was kicking in hard, making him feel pretty lousy. In the past, she would have been all

    over him with worry, probably would¡¯ve made him some hangover soup by now.

    Watching the woman head to the bathroom with her PJs, without a backward nce, Remington felt

    even more down in the dumps.

    A mix of feeling slighted and lost, like he was being ignored.

    Lizetta showered in record time, blow¨Cdried her hair until it was damp, and then stepped out of the

    bathroom.

    Remington was nowhere in sight in the bedroom, but the lingering scent of alcohol he left behind was

    unmistakable.

    Lizetta thought about Remington¡¯s not¨Cso¨Cgreat stomach, and considering he had her back tonight

    against those creeps at the bar, who knows what would¡¯ve happened without him, she decided to go

    find him.

    Sure enough, there was a light peeking from the study. Lizetta pushed open the door to see the man on

    the phone behind his desk.

    She didn¡¯t disturb him, just closed the door and went downstairs.

    ¡°Lizetta is my wife, her big bro is also my brother¨Cinw. It¡¯s only fair he stays in the Dashiell family¡¯s

    VI hospital suite. I don¡¯t care who ordered what, if today¡¯s stunt happens again, you¡¯re out of here, got

    it?¡±

    Remington was on the phone with the hospital head honcho. Shortly after hanging up, Lizetta had

    whipped up some hangover soup and knocked on his door.

    But when she walked into the study, she saw Remington on the sofa area, hurriedly pulling down his

    sleeve as she entered.

    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you in bed yet?¡±

    Lizetta put down the hangover soup and suspiciously reached for his hidden arm.

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    ¡°What are you up to?¡±

    ¡°Nothing, is that hangover soup for me?¡±

    As Remington reached for the bowl, Lizetta grabbed his arm, yanked up his sleeve, and her eyebrows

    knitted

    together in concern.

    ¡°What the heck, why isn¡¯t this cut healed up yet?¡±

    Remington¡¯s arm was still bandaged up, blood seeping through it.

    He reassured her, ¡°I got bumped into at the bar, it was almost healed. I¡¯ve re¨Capplied some ointment

    and re¨Cbandaged it, it¡¯s nothing.¡±

    He pulled his sleeve back down, but Lizetta¡¯s frown didn¡¯t fade.

    Was it from when he got hurt sticking up for her on stage?

    She couldn¡¯t help but get imitated, ¡°You¡¯re injured, and you¡¯re drinking?¡±

    Was Evelina really worth him neglecting his own health, to drink on her behalf and y games?

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    Remington raised an eyebrow, ¡°Weren¡¯t you the one who told me to drink?¡±

    Lizetta was on the verge of exploding, scoffing as she handed him the hangover soup.

    ¡°With logic like that, how has the Starlight Group not gone under yet?¡±

    After handing over the soup, Lizetta stormed out. Remington watched her go, a sly smile on his lips¡­

    At least she had the decency to make him some hangover soup.

    He took a small sip and winced.

    ¡°Man, that¡¯s nasty. What is this, poison?¡±

    Meanwhile, Lizetta returned to her room to find a few new messages on her phone from an unknown

    number. Opening them, she found photos of Remington and Evelina abroad ¨C different settings,

    different seasons. different outfits. It highlighted Remington¡¯s neglect over the past four years and his

    time spent with Evelina.

    Lizetta had wondered if Remington had met up with Evelina during his business trips, if he was having

    fun with another woman overseas while she missed him. But seeing those picturesid out in front of

    her was like

    a

    punch to the gut.

    Teeth clenched, she dialed the number straight away.

    The call was cut off. Evelina, of course, was too scared to pick up, fearing a recording or worse, a

    comint.

    Now, even if Lizetta took it to Remington. Evelina could easily deny a random number.

    Realizing this, Lizetta blocked the number, and just then the door opened, and the man stepped in.

    Lizetta was seething. She pulled up Evelina¡¯s contact and called directly. Sure enough, it was picked up

    almost instantly.

    Lizetta sneered and tossed the phone onto the sofa, then turned and walked towards Remington. She

    tiptoed. wrapping her arms around his neck.

    ¡°What took you so long? I¡¯ve been waiting forever.¡±

    She too had a rebellious streak and a thirst for revenge. Evelina had been disgusting her repeatedly, so

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    Remington was caught off guard by Lizetta¡¯s enthusiasm, and pleasantly surprised.

    Almost instantly, Remington got some kind of signal, grabbed Lizetta by the waist, took a couple of

    steps, and then the two of them tumbled onto the bed.

    Hisrge hand was burning hot, wandering up Lizetta¡¯s calf, pushing the silk nightgown up until it

    bunched at her waist, revealing her irresistibly gorgeous legs.

    ¡°So into it, huh? You want it?¡± His hand was kneading her slim waist while his husky voice was softly

    nibbling at

    her car.

    Lizetta turned her head to dodge his breath and caught a glimpse of her phone still lit up on the couch.

    Wonder if Evelina is fuming with anger. She¡¯d better have a blowout with that jerkter.

    ¡°Ouch! That hurts, take it easy.¡±

    He nibbled the soft spot behind her ear and Lizetta¡¯s eyes misted up as she clenched her fists and

    thumped him. ¡°Focus! And don¡¯t you dare get on stage to dance again without my say¨Cso!¡±

    She had no idea how many people she dazzled on stage today or how many guys were going crazy

    with desire.

    At that moment, he was itching to drag her down, hide her away, pin her beneath him, and not let

    anyone else get another glimpse.

    ¡°I¡¯ll dance if I want to, I- Mmm!¡±

    Before Lizetta could finish her sentence, Remington¡¯s head lowered and he kissed her deeply, his

    unique. masculine scent engulfing her.

    His hand glided under her nightgown, over her smooth back, pulling her tender body against his, their

    bodies rubbing frantically, stirring up the deepest desires.

    ¡°Already melting without a touch? Lizetta, admit defeat to me, say we won¡¯t divorce, and I¡¯ll give you

    anything.¡±

    Remington¡¯s kisses trailed from her eyebrows to her nose tip, down to her dainty chin, spreading

    downward to her neck.

    His voice was low and teasing, almost bewitching.

    Lizetta was kissed into a daze, but at the mention of divorce, she suddenly snapped to attention.

    She opened her eyes to see the phone on the couch had switched to the home screen; Evelina had

    hung up.

    She pushed Remington away fiercely. ¡°Back off, I want to sleep!¡±

    Remington, still buzzed from the booze, was intoxicated by the soft, fragrant woman beneath him, her

    clothes still on, which was making him even more heady.

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    Rejected suddenly by Lizetta, his desire unquenched, his temper red.

    With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head and gripped her chin.

    ¡°You get all fired up over not divorcing, you that eager to leave me? Lizetta, I am not someone you can

    come and go as you please, provoke or push away whenever you feel like it!¡±

    With that, his fingers hooked around the cor of her nightgown and yanked it open with a sudden

    force.

    Lizetta had no chance to resist as he took her right then and there, pulling her into a whirlpool of

    passion.

    The phone on the table started buzzing again, this time it was Remington¡¯s.

    Lizetta, spurred on by anger, lifted her body and bit down on his Adam¡¯s apple.

    s eyes

    Adding fuel to the fire, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbed rapidly under her lips, and he tilted his head back, his

    swirling darkly.

    forgotten you

    ¡°Don¡¯t bite like that, lesson from the first time?¡±

    Lizetta instinctively recoiled, her eyes brimming with tears.

    The first time was on her eighteenth birthday night; he wasn¡¯t sober, and she was too naive.

    The injury was pretty bad, stitches were needed, and she couldn¡¯t get out of bed for several days. Even

    thinking about it now made Lizetta feel utterly embarrassed.

    ¡°Then be gentle.¡±

    She was worried about the baby. Remington leaned down to kiss her, his voice muffled.

    ¡°I can¡¯t be gentle, you¡¯ve ignited a raging fire in me, feel it yourself.¡±

    He guided her hand down, and Lizetta¡¯s face flushed red. She resisted, but her fingertips eventually

    landed on his chiseled abs, igniting an even deeper ze.

    That night, she trembled beneath him like a delicate flower in the rain, like a small boat tossing in the

    waves.

    He blocked her, pushed her.

    Her refusals were silenced, even her moans turned sweet,pletely conquered by him.

    The buzzing phone was long forgotten and ignored.

    In the heat of passion, her vision darkened as hisrge hand covered her eyes again.

    He always did this; they never tried any other way.

    What it meaned when a man wouldn¡¯t look at her in bed, Lizetta didn¡¯t know, but she was sure it wasn¡¯t

    a good

    sign.

    Her heart soured, and she reached up to pull his hand away.

    In the past, he held on tight. Lizetta thought it¡¯d be the same this time, but to her surprise, his hand

    moved away easily.

    When his face came into view, he was also tightly embracing her, reaching a climax.

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    Evelina called Remington three times, and nobody picked up.

    Thinking about what they were up to, she couldn¡¯t help but m her phone against the wall.

    She stormed out of the club and even checked the hotel upstairs. She pulled some strings, but there

    was no sign of Remington and Lizetta booking a room.

    So, did Lizetta tag along with Remington back to Oakridge Heights or what?

    Weren¡¯t they about to split for good?

    Why the heck did she go back? What a homewrecker!

    And Evelina thought of those suggestive noises she heard on the phone. It didn¡¯t take a genius to

    picture the steamy scene, making Evelina green with envy, wanting to scream her lungs out.

    No way!

    She wasn¡¯t going down without a fight!

    Why should Lizetta, the phony princess, get all the good stuff!

    While Evelina was fuming with impotent rage, Lizetta was zonked out asleep.

    When she woke up the next day and moved a bit, the silky sheets caressed her even silkier skin, and

    the naked feeling brought all ofst night¡¯s memories flooding back.

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    The vision of a man on top of her, dripping with sweat and looking all kinds of sexy, made Lizetta¡¯s

    cheeks turn crimson, and her heart flutter.

    They¡¯d done it three timesst night, and thest two rounds, Remington didn¡¯t even bother to cover

    her

    reyes.

    Two years of marriage, and he never kissed her, not even during the most intimate moments; he never

    wanted to face her.

    Butst night was different; he kissed her, and he was hooked, even in bed, it was different.

    Even if Lizetta didn¡¯t want to overthink, her mind was running wild.

    She forced herself to stop and reached for her phone; it was nearly eight.

    There was a message from Ynda. Lizetta quickly sent her an emoji, and Ynda immediately called.

    ¡°Liz, why didn¡¯t youe homest night? Also, did you see the news on Twitter?¡±

    Lizetta felt awkward admitting she¡¯d followed Remington home, the whole night was a blur, and she

    was still in a muddle, so she instinctively hid it from Ynda.

    ¡°Oh, I spent the night dealing with stuff at the hospital. What¡¯s up online?¡±

    It was normal for Lizetta to stay at the hospital since Thaddeus had a close call; Ynda didn¡¯t suspect

    a thing.

    ¡°Some blogger spilled the beans on Twitter that Remington was messing around in a barst night,

    even locking lips with some hot chick on stage for everyone to see. They posted a blurry pic, and I

    swear it¡¯s badass Remington. Evelina even chimed in. You better check it out. When the heck are you

    and badass Remington getting hitched? If you drag it out, the whole world¡¯s gonna know he treated on

    you.¡±

    Lizetta was speechless.

    She¡¯d just libbed to Ynda and didn¡¯t dare tell her the hot chick might be her.

    14:19

    She hung up, about to check out the Twitter drama with Evelina, when the door opened, and

    Remington walked in

    with a tray.

    Lizetta instinctively sat up, tugging the sheets to cover herself.

    ¡°Why cover up? I was the one who bathed youst night.¡±

    Without him mentioning it, Lizetta hadn¡¯t even noticed.

    She¡¯d been so wiped out she¡¯d fallen asleep right away, and now she was all clean and dry, obviously

    thanks to Remington¡¯s handiwork.

    He¡¯d never done that before; they didn¡¯t even sleep in the same room at night.

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sweetness, her heart racing.

    Remington had already stepped up to the bed, seeing her shy away, he set the tray on the nightstand

    and leaned in.

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to thank me?¡±

    Lizetta nced up at him with a reproachful look, ¡°How could you?¡±

    She started, her voice a bit raspy, and then she closed her mouth, embarrassed. Remington¡¯s lips

    curved slightly, handing her the cup of water on the tray.

    ¡°Grunt and sweat all night, you must be parched, have a sip.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face heated up again, feeling like smacking him.

    She took the cup and drank, soothing her dry throat, then Remington handed her something else.

    ¡°Take your medicine, too.¡±

    Lizetta saw the little pill pinched between his fingers, felt like she¡¯d been pped out of the blue, her

    blood running cold.

    It was a contraceptive pill.

    ¡°We ran out of condoms at home, I¡¯ll be careful next time.¡±

    Seeing her hesitation, Remington lifted his hand to rub her head slightly apologetically.

    The condoms they had before were tossed out because of Hanna¡¯s tampering, and there were more in

    the dressing room, but Evelina threw those outst time she visited.

    Since Lizetta hadn¡¯te home these days, he¡¯d forgotten to buy more, so they hadn¡¯t taken

    precautionsst night.

    Lizetta took the pill from his hand, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled.

    ¡°So scared I might get pregnant, eh? Next time we¡¯ll have to be extra careful, maybe wear two

    condoms with ayer of cooling gel in between. If the inner one breaks, I¡¯ll know, and if the outer one

    breaks, you¡¯ll know. That¡¯s safe enough.¡®

    Remington frowned unhappily. ¡°Lizetta!¡±

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    Lizetta¡¯s face went ice cold, ¡°What if I¡¯m actually knocked up?¡±

    After dropping that bomb, her heart squeezed tight with anxiety.

    She thought, Remington, please don¡¯t let me down, our little peanut is listening too.

    But the guy¡¯s handsome mug had already turned frosty.

    ¡°Just pop the birth control and you won¡¯t get pregnant!¡±

    *There¡¯s no such thing as a surefire bet, what if?¡± Lizetta clenched her water ss.

    Remington looked like he¡¯d rather be anywhere but here, his face oozing impatience, and he snapped,

    ¡°If you¡¯re preggers, get rid of it! Take the pill!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart felt like it was wrapped in a tight mesh of barbed wire.

    She forced a smile, bleak as hell, tipped her head back, fished out the pill, and tossed it into her mouth.

    She took a swig of water, swallowing hard.

    mming the water ss on the nightstand, she grabbed the duvet and got out of bed, took a couple

    steps but then spun around, fixing a hard stare on the man whose expression was hard to read.

    ¡°I misspoke earlier, let¡¯s make it crystal clear, there ain¡¯t gonna be a next time between us!¡±

    Last night might as well have been a dog bite! Jerk!

    Lizetta stormed into the bathroom, mmed the door, and spat out the pill she had been hiding under

    her tongue with vengeance.N?velDrama.Org content rights.

    Bitterness spread in her mouth, she quickly grabbed a water ss to rinse, but tears dropped

    relentlessly into the sink.

    She couldn¡¯t figure out why Remington had to be like this.

    Dangling hope in front of her only to crush it into dust over and over again.

    After washing up, Lizetta finally calmed down, gently touched her belly, and whispered, ¡°Hey little one,

    let¡¯s make a deal, let¡¯s pretend that crap we just heard was a fart, vanished, unheard, okay? I love you

    and will protect you. The world¡¯s still a beautiful ce, you just grow healthy and meet me soon.¡±

    Exiting the bathroom, Remington was gone.

    Thinking about what Ynda had said, Lizetta logged off Twitter and saw the gossip blogger¡¯s posted

    photo.

    In the pic, a tall, strapping guy strolling off the stage, a delicate figure in his arms. The man¡¯s broad

    shoulders shielded the woman almostpletely, leaving only her little legs dangling from his arms,

    swinging.

    The pic was blurry but oozed intimacy.

    This morning, Evelina tweeted and tagged that blogger.

    Evelina, [He¡¯s low¨Ckey, please cooperate, thanks, photo.jpg]

    it was

    Talking about keeping it low¨Ckey, but the photo she attached was of herself holding a wine ss,

    though it filled with juice. In the reflection off the ss, you could barely make out a man¡¯s stern profile.

    Netizens zoomed in on the photo, identifying the silhouette as Remington.

    And that wine ss? Turns out it was exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the same ce the gossip

    blogger had been.

    14:19

    Case closed, the woman kissing Mr. Dashiell on stagest night? Evelina.

    The blogger deleted the photo after being called out by Evelina, who politely replied no worries.

    By the morning, Evelina had gained a few hundred thousand followers from unting her love life, with

    [The hot and gentle violinist dating the austere, loyal, and smoldering CEO, oh my god, what a perfect

    combo, I¡¯m dead.]

    (Where can I sign up for a childhood sweetheart CEO boyfriend? Asking for a friend, kinda urgent.]

    [Mr. Dashiell¡¯s so dominant, won¡¯t even let Evelina drink at the bar.]

    Evelina was even mingling in thements, getting praised for being down¨Cto¨Cearth.

    If Lizetta hadn¡¯t been the main character of that bar incident, she might¡¯ve believed all of it herself.

    She fe

    felt so grossed out, but now she doubted even more that Evelina¡¯s kid was Remington¡¯s.

    That Evelina, never a true word out of her mouth!

    Lizetta headed downstairs, ready to leave.

    ¡°Where you heading?¡±

    From the dining room came a man¡¯s voice.

    Lizetta looked over to see Remington sitting at the dining table, newspaper in hand, bathed in a flood of

    sunlight from the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling windows, casting a warm glow around him.

    Ditching the suit jacket for a simple grey sweater and casual pants, there he was, sitting in the moming

    light by the dining table, looking less like an ice king and more like a cozy hubby, pretty easy on the

    eyes.

    But remembering what he¡¯d just done, what he¡¯d said, Lizetta thought even a pig looked better than

    him.

    She looked away and kept walking.

    ¡°Eat before you go!¡± Remington¡¯s voice was deep and firm.

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t about to listen to him, didn¡¯t even look back, but just as she reached the entrance, she

    was blocked by four bodyguards and ushered back inside.

    Fuming, she stomped back to the dining room. Remington hadn¡¯t even flinched, still cool as a

    cucumber, eyes on his paper.

    Only when he heard the chair scrape did he leisurely fold up his paper, set it aside, and picked up a

    fancy box from the next chair, sliding it across to Lizetta.

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    Lizetta could tell it was jewelry without even looking. Remington knew how to y the game¨Cp you

    one minute and hand you a candy the next. He was slick.

    Was he training a dog?

    Lizetta cracked a smile, but the very next second, she grabbed the brocade box and chucked it at the

    jerk.

    ¡°Ouch!¡±

    Who would¡¯ve guessed she nailed him right on his arm wound, causing Remington¡¯s brows to pinch

    together.

    Lizetta got a bit flustered, practically jumping out of her skin.

    But she quickly settled down and fired back, ¡°Don¡¯t even try to y it up! It was just a brocade box.

    Anyone else might¡¯ve thought I threw a brick at you!¡±

    She served herself a bowl of porridge. The scumbag was infuriating, but a girl¡¯s gotta eat.

    The little one inside her belly needed nourishment, after all.

    In her head, she was secretly gloating. ¡°Baby, I just gave him what he deserved for you.¡±

    But her joy was short¨Clived because she noticed blood seeping through Remington¡¯s arm, staining his

    light grey sweater red.

    ¡°Why the heck is it still bleeding? Don¡¯t move, I¡¯ll go grab the first¨Caid kit.¡±

    Lizetta put down her utensils and scurried off.

    She carefully untied Remington¡¯s bandage¨Cthankfully, the wound hadn¡¯t reopened, just a bit of oozing.

    As Lizetta reapplied the medicine and bandaged him up again, she couldn¡¯t help but express her

    concern, ¡°What did the hospital say about your blood testst time?¡±

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    His wound had been dragging on for half a month, not healing properly, which was totally not normal.

    Remington nced at her, ¡°How sweet of you to care.¡±

    Lizetta shot back. ¡°Don¡¯t get it twisted. I¡¯m just checking if you¡¯ve caught some deadly disease, so I can

    prepare to inherit your massive fortune.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t hold your breath. The blood tests came back fine; nothing to worry about.¡±

    He said it so casually, but Lizetta was even more worried now.

    On her way to work, she still called Cedric to ask about Remington¡¯s wound.

    Cedric¡¯s voice was heavy, ¡°Preliminary results didn¡¯t show anything, but the doctor wants to send the

    samples abroad for a more detailed analysis. It¡¯ll be a few days before we get the results.¡±

    Cold sweat broke out on Lizetta¡¯s palms. If there were no problems, why the need for an international

    checkup?

    ¡°Ma¡¯am, Mr. Remington doesn¡¯t like people fussing over him and doesn¡¯t take that injury seriously. I¡¯m a

    bit worried. You¡¯ll have to keep an eye on him to make sure he¡¯s properly medicated and changing his

    bandages.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart sank. Even if the love was gone with Remington, he was still her brother.

    There were bonds that couldn¡¯t be cut, especially since his injury was connected to her.

    ¡°Got it,¡± she responded.

    Cedric hung up and nced at the rearview mirror.

    ¡°Mr. Remington, Mrs. Lizetta seems really worried. Her voice changed and everything. If you keep this

    up and she

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    finds out, she¡¯s gonna be even more pissed.¡±

    Remington, sitting with his legs crossed reviewing documents, didn¡¯t even look up but his thin lips

    slightly curled.

    ¡°If you keep your mouth shut, she won¡¯t find out. Mind your own business!¡±

    Remington¡¯s arm injury happened when he dived into the deep sea to help an injured diver, spending

    too long in seawater, leading to inmmation and pus.

    He had it cleaned up before returning home, but why the wound hadn¡¯t healed these past few days,

    Cedric was clueless. Still the boss was surely tougher than a bull.¡±

    Cedric hesitated, then said, ¡°Mr. Remington, I think you should be honest with your wife.¡±

    Remington looked up, ¡°My wife just called to check on me. If I remember correctly, your girlfriend hasn¡¯t

    even contacted you since you¡¯ve been back, right?¡±

    Cedric was speechless.

    But Remington just smirked. He was different.

    His wife cared about him alright. Justst night she made him a hangover soup, and she purred like a

    kitten in his arms all night long. This morning, she nearly cried when she saw his arm was still not

    healed.

    Even though they had a spat in the morning, she still called Cedric, clearly still concerned about him.

    Cedric nced back unintentionally and almost popped his eyeballs out.

    Was Mr. Remington love¨Cstruck?

    His expression was like a young man in the throes of spring.

    Cedric blinked hard, and as Remington raised his cool gaze, Cedric shrank back in his seat.

    Scary stuff, he must¡¯ve seen it wrong.

    Lizetta had just arrived at the Mermaid Restaurant when she ran into Mr. March, the guy who had

    hassled her before.

    Dressed in a white suit today, he looked like a modern¨Cday Prince Charming, walking towards Lizetta

    with a bunch of flowers.

    ¡°For you, Ms. Gardenia. Hope you like them.¡±

    Behind him, a few restaurant servers cheered, and Lizetta almost rolled her eyes at the sight of the big

    bouquet of roses made from cash.

    ¡°For me?¡±

    ¡°Yeah, if you like them, I can send them every day!¡±

    Daniel thought Lizetta was charmed and pushed the bouquet closer.

    Lizetta sidestepped and nodded.

    ¡°Then I¡¯ll use this cash to pay you to never show up in front of me again, OK?¡± Dropping that line, she

    briskly walked into the restaurant.

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    Daniel¡¯s smile froze, and he was utterly humiliated. Linda, a waitress dressed as a maid, sidled up to

    him.

    ¡°Mr. March, Lizetta¡¯s ying hard to get. She¡¯s not into these flowers, but I sure am. How about you

    give them to me instead?¡±

    Linda was easy on the eyes, and normally, Daniel would¡¯ve jumped at the chance with such a beauty

    throwing herself at him.

    But ever since heid eyes on Lizetta, she¡¯s all he can think about.

    with

    a rare gem right in front of him, all other jewels just look like in rocks.

    ¡°Scram!¡± he snapped angrily.

    Linda couldn¡¯t save face and ran off crying, her hands covering her face.

    And Evelina, watching from a car across the street, caught the whole scene.

    This morning. April stumbled upon a video on a short video tform titled ¡°The Most Beautiful

    Mermaid¡± and showed it to her. That was how she found out Lizetta was doing mermaid gigs here.

    She came to check it out for herself and didn¡¯t expect to catch such an entertaining scene.

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    ¡°Wow, the young madam of the Dashiell family, slumming it as a mermaid to make ends meet. Looks

    like Lizetta¡¯s not having a grand time with the Dashiell family,¡± she said with a satisfied chuckle, leaning

    back in her

    seat.

    April, sitting beside her, chimed in. ¡°She¡¯s got no family backing her up, and her reputation¡¯s in the

    gutter. How could she be taken seriously? Not like you, Evelina, born with a silver spoon.¡±

    Evelina smirked, leaned in, and whispered some instructions to April.

    ¡°Be careful with it.¡±

    This time, she was determined to ruin Lizetta once and for all!

    After her performance, Lizetta stepped out of the restaurant and noticed she had missed several calls

    from Ynda half an hour earlier.

    Calling back immediately, Ynda picked up right away.

    ¡°Liz, you need to get to the hospital now. I¡¯ve arranged a prenatal checkup for you.¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡± Lizetta was taken aback.

    ¡°No time to exin. Hurry over, they¡¯ve started shooting. The director¡¯s on my case.¡±

    Lizetta had been anxious about not having a prenatal checkup.

    She agreed and immediately hailed a taxi to the hospital.

    Ynda might be a bit of a loudmouth, but she¡¯s reliable. Sure enough, everything was set up

    smoothly.

    An hourter, Lizetta sat in the gynecology waiting room, a bit on edge and fidgeting with her fingers,

    when she heard a voice of surprise.

    ¡°Lizetta? What are you doing here?¡±

    Lizetta looked up to see a pregnant woman with a big belly standing in front of her, equally surprised.

    ¡°Lydia? Are you here for a checkup?¡±

    Lydia had left her job when she was about four or five months along, not showing much, but now her

    belly had

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    tele z blown¨Cup ball

    Life grabbed Uzette. ¡°Yeah, I have a rtive who works in OB/GYN here, so I registered. What abon

    you.

    take the could continue, ber number was called over the loudspeaker, She hurriedly said,

    ¡°Ks my turn go for the checkup first and we can catch upter¡±

    Stendes of saving Lizette relieved

    Lite 56 se 100w back at the president¡¯s office, Cindy, the secretary who was close to Lydia, was looking

    at a o see Lys had sent her from the 08/07 waiting room. The photo was taken from a distance to

    capture

    the only do strow Lyde, but also the OB/GYN sign and half the people in the waiting room.

    Growned in on the photo checking out Lydia¡¯splexion, but was suddenly drawn to a figure in the

    some of the gas caring in surprise,

    THE found was sterte

    bundenes in for a look, it¡¯s really her, huh.¡±

    Just the Park sounded from behind them.

    They purses, turning to see Cedric standing there, and immediately stood at attention.

    mentit goosiding on purpose.

    Gray stared to exn, but Crane simply reached for her phone, nced at the photo, returned it, and

    Incr rodral is the? Send me the photo, now.¡±

    He grows sten, Aher finishing hismand, he briskly walked into the president¡¯s office.

    Oro tromes and sent the photo.

    No way pot a ot of gossip and now it has to be reported to the boss?

    Care strode to the desk slid the phone over, ¡°Mr. Remington, your wife¡¯s at the hospital getting a

    prenatal

    The thing seaters kept a steady face, but his hand pressed down harder, and the pen punctured the

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    ¡°Did you hear that? That¡¯s the sound of the baby¡¯s heartbeat, strong and awesome, a healthy little

    munchkin right there.¡±

    Lizettay on the examination bed, listening to the heartbeat echoing in the room, and her own heart¨C

    started racing as if it was hit by a wave of excitement.

    Her eyes welled up as she looked at the doctor.

    ¡°That¡¯s wonderful, thank you.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re too skinny, the baby needs nutrition. Make sure you¡¯re eating well, and have you been taking

    your folic acid?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Been on it for half a month now.¡±

    Since the pregnancy test came back positive, she had Ynda help her buy folic acid, which she¡¯d

    been taking daily alongside her vitamins.

    The doctor nodded, ¡°Good, good. Consider whether you want to register here at the hospital. You can

    get up now.¡±

    Jenny, who was apanying Lizetta for the prenatal checkup, quickly stepped forward to help her sit

    up, bearning with joy.

    ¡°Congrats, you¡¯re gonna be a mom!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s hand rested on her belly, her heart swirling with emotion.

    ¡°Yeah, bing a mom is kind of magical.¡±

    As she left the exam room, the corridor ahead suddenly buzzed withmotion.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling. She paused and stared ahead.

    The crowd parted, and the tall and straight figure of a man came striding toward her.

    Lizetta locked eyes with him, her heart squeezing again. His expression was usual, his handsome face

    revealing no emotion.

    She wondered how much he had guessed. Trying to stay calm, she feigned surprise.

    ¡°What are you doing here?¡±

    Remington had already reached her, snatching the pregnancy report from Lizetta¡¯s hand.

    ¡°Lizetta, ying it cool, huh? How long were you nning to keep this from me?¡±

    Hisrge hand gripped the back of Lizetta¡¯s neck, his touch searing.

    Forced forward, Lizetta stumbled into the man¡¯s arms. Looking down, she saw the crumpled pregnancy

    report in his hand, his knuckles white with tension, betraying his anger.

    She looked up, her face still feigning shock.

    ¡°What are you talking about? What am I hiding from you?¡±

    Seeing her caught red¨Chanded yet still ying dumb enraged Remington.

    His jaw clenched as he held up the pregnancy report, ¡°What¡¯s this? Exin what ¡®8 weeks pregnant¡®

    means?¡±

    Lizetta burst intoughter, ¡°So, you think I¡¯m pregnant? Please, look closely. Whose report is this?¡±

    Remington now saw that the name on the report wasn¡¯t Lizetta¡¯s, but a stranger¡¯s.

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    Jenny.

    ¡°Uh, that¡¯s mine, are you Liz¡¯s husband? There¡¯s been a misunderstanding.¡±

    Jenny, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, nervously reaching for the pregnancy report in

    his grip.

    She couldn¡¯t understand it; she was a minor actress, pretty as a picture, and yet her presence felt so

    overlooked.

    Lizetta pushed Remington away, taking Jenny¡¯s side.

    ¡°This is my friend Jenny, I was just apanying her for her prenatal checkup.¡±

    With a look of exasperation and leaning in closer, she whispered to him.

    ¡°Did you forget I took the contraceptive pill right in front of you this morning? If I were pregnant, do you

    really think I¡¯d be drinking alcohol and popping birth control?¡±

    Remington¡¯s piercing gaze shifted between Lizetta and the unfamiliar woman she was holding.

    ¡°Your friend? Howe I¡¯ve never met her before?¡±

    Lizetta, clearly impatient, retorted, ¡°You¡¯ve been overseas so long, there are lots of my friends you don¡¯t

    know.¡±

    She didn¡¯t want to argue further and tried to walk away with Jenny.

    But Remington stepped in front of them, his gaze settling on Jenny.

    ¡°Ms. Abbott, you¡¯re so young. Are you married?¡±

    Jenny felt the intimidating aura of the man before her and as if her soul was being scrutinized under his

    deep and fathomless eyes.

    She clutched Lizetta nervously, ¡°I¡¯m pregnant, of course. I¡¯m married.¡±

    ¡°Oh? Ms. Abbott, what do you do, and who¡¯s your husband?¡±

    Fearing Jenny might crack under the pressure, Lizetta pulled her behind and red angrily at the man.

    ¡°That¡¯s enough! You grilling a criminal or something? My friend¡¯s just gotten pregnant, and you¡¯re

    scaring her half to death. Are you gonna take responsibility if something happens? Freak, get out of the

    way!¡±

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    Lizetta was ready to hightail it out of there with Remington and Jenny in tow.

    But out of the blue, Remington grabbed Lizetta¡¯s wrist, his voice icy as a winterke.

    ¡°What¡¯s the rush, Lizetta? Got a guilty conscience?¡±

    Lizetta red at him, her lips twisted in a mocking sneer.

    ¡°Ha, why you getting all worked up? Wishing I was knocked up so you could hustle me into an abortion

    clinic and get it done then and there?¡±

    Remington¡¯s forehead vein was doing a little dance. ¡°You know it!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breath caught in pain, she shook off his grip. ¡°Too bad, your hopes are dashed.¡±

    Remington let go and takes a step back.

    Lizetta felt a wave of relief, but it was short¨Clived when she caught him giving Cedric the side¨Ceye.

    ¡°Fetch the doc, will you?¡±

    Clearly, he wasn¡¯t born yesterday and wasn¡¯t taking her word for it.

    Cedric was on it like white on rice, and the same doc who¡¯d checked out Lizetta earlier was back at the

    double.

    Lizetta was frozen, the chill in her veins thickening as the doctor approached.

    ¡°My wife¡¯s got a bit of a tummy ache, could you check her out again?¡± Remington didn¡¯t even wait for

    the docto get close before stepping up.

    The guy was sly as a fox; any doc would make a beeline for the patient on hearing that.

    Lizetta¡¯s palms were sweaty, head bowed, blood running cold.

    ¡°Howe your stomach¡¯s hurting? Weren¡¯t you fine just now? Where

    seat, and I¡¯ll take a look,¡± the doc urged, reaching for Jenny.

    does it hurt? Don¡¯t stand there, take a

    Lizetta finally let go, stepped forward with an apologetic smile for the doc.

    ¡°Sorry for the mix¨Cup, didn¡¯t mean to waste your time, she¡¯s alright.¡±

    Jenny¡¯s nodding along, the doc¡¯s puzzled.

    Lizetta looked over at Remington, ¡°Satisfied, Mr. Dashiell?¡±

    Remington¡¯s stony¨Cfaced but seemed 90 percent convinced, gave the doc a nod.

    ¡°Sorry, it was a misunderstanding.¡±

    Once the doc scooted off, Remington turned to Lizetta.

    ¡°Cedric will take Ms. Abbott, I¡¯ll drive you back.¡±

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    ¡°No need!¡± Lizetta¡¯d got an edge to her voice, helping Jenny out the door.

    In the elevator, not until the doors shut did she let her guard down, fear and panic flooding in.

    ¡°Liz, you okay?¡± Jenny was worried.

    Lizetta took a deep breath, steadied herself, shook her head at Jenny.

    ¡°Thanks for that.¡±

    ¡°No biggie, see? Told you I can act and keep tight¨Clipped. But your hubby¡¯s a looker. Who¡¯d have

    thought, with looks like that, he¡¯d be such a piece of work, ready to off his own kid.¡±

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    Lizetta was biting her lip, still hearing his icy ¡°get rid of it echoing in her ears, treating their baby like

    trash.

    Her face was bale, Jenny¡¯s still gabbing away.

    ¡°Good thing you spotted your ex¨Ccolleague and were prepped. We even had the doc in on it and man,

    she could act! Almost had me fooled¨Ctalent¡¯s really hidden in the most unexpected ces.¡±

    When they exited the elevator, Lizetta was back in control, carefully supporting Jenny,

    They hopped in a cab and take off, Remington too got in his

    Cedric¡¯s at the wheel, couldn¡¯t quite figure out what Remington was thinking

    Not sure if Remington was happy or not about Lizetta not being pregnant, he didn¡¯t dare make small

    ¡°Check into that Jenny.¡±

    ¡°Got it.¡±

    ¡°Back to the office.¡±

    When Remington was back at his desk. Jenny¡¯s background check was already on his te

    ¡°Jenny¡¯s married, secretly tied the knot with some B¨Clister, and she¡¯s ssmates with Miss Ynda

    Looks like Lizetta became friends with Ms. Abbott through Ynda.¡±

    All the info checks out: Remington¡¯sst shred of doubt evaporated.

    But as time went on, he would regret this day, over and over.

    He was so close to the truth, yet why didn¡¯t he grasp it?

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    Remington had headed back to Oakridge Heights early, pulling up to a stop.

    Leaning back in his seat, he was eyeing the vi with a gaze as heavy as the air pressure around him.

    The ce was pitch¨Cdark, a dead giveaway that Lizetta hadn¡¯te home again.

    He lingered in the car, not getting out, until Cedric piped up. ¡°Mr. Remington? You freaked out Lizetta¡¯s

    friend at the hospital, she might be steamed. Maybe you should sweet¨Ctalk her a bit?¡±

    Remington nced over. ¡°And how do you suggest I do that?¡±

    ¡°Grab a bouquet? Throw in some sweets, girls dig that stuff. Flowers and treats always cheer them up.¡±

    Cedric felt partly to me for today¡¯s fiasco and was eager to make amends, throwing out suggestions

    left and right.

    Remington¡¯s lips curled into a mocking smile. ¡°Girls also dig jewelry, don¡¯t they?¡±

    He hadn¡¯t forgotten the morning¡¯s episode, where he pushed a jewelry box towards the girl, only to

    have it chucked squarely at him.

    Remington was starting to think his assistant was bing useless; his skills were going downhill.

    Forty minutester, in the shadows beneath Ynda¡¯s apartment building.

    There he was, in the driver¡¯s seat, with a bunch of gaudy red roses, courtesy of the florist¡¯s hard sell,

    sitting on the passenger seat.

    Sixth floor, lights off. Lizetta wasn¡¯t back yet.

    He nced at his watch again, pushing nine o¡¯clock, growing impatient, when he spotted a familiar

    graceful figure sauntering by with a shopping bag in tow.

    Remington reached for the flowers, ready to step out.

    Then a tall,nky guy caught up with Lizetta, taking the shopping bag off her hands with a bend of the

    waist.

    They knew each other, obviously, chatting andughing as they walked up.

    The guy even patted Lizetta on the shoulder, and instead of ducking away, she beamed back at him, all

    smiles.

    Remington¡¯s movements froze, the emotion draining from his eyes.

    Next thing he knew, the two chatted for a bit outside the building. Lizetta waved goodbye cheerfully to

    the guy before taking the bag and heading inside.

    The man stepped back, gazing up, watching the lights flick on floor by floor until they hit the sixth, then

    he turned and left.

    Sitting in the car, Remington let out a snort.

    She wasn¡¯t ticked off, not by a long shot. She seemed in high spirits, simply not in the mood toe

    home,

    that¡¯s all:

    Stepping out, he tossed the roses into the trash bin and drove awa

    Before heading home, Lizetta had made a run to the corner store for some necessities and bumped

    into Granny Susan¡¯s grandson from the neighborhood.

    Granny Susan had taken a tumble by the flowerbed a few days back, and Lizetta was the one who

    found her and called the ambnce.

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    Granny Susan¡¯s grandson had been waiting to give her the good news that Granny was stable now.

    Lizetta was genuinely pleased.

    Old folks fainting could lead to big trouble; she could rest easy now.

    Once home, she went to pour herself some water and heard a familiar car sound from downstairs.

    Lizetta, ss in hand, walked over to the window for a peek.

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    A sleek ck sedan, Remington¡¯s ride, was pulling away smoothly.

    She paused for a second, but it was just that¨Ca second. Then, with a cold Indifference, she drew the

    curtains shut.

    The next day, around noon, Remington wrapped up an International meeting and headed back to his

    office. Right then. Fiona¡¯s call came through.

    He sank into his office chair, fingers deftly loosening his tie a notch, and answered the call.

    ¡°Grandma.¡±

    ¡°You little rascal, are you asking to be written out of the will? What kind of mess have you gotten

    yourself into now? Can¡¯t have kids is one thing, but scandals all over the ce! Liz hasn¡¯t kicked you to

    the curb yet, she¡¯s practically a saint!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s booming voice cut through any greetings Remington might have had.

    He pulled the phone away slightly, walted for her to finish her tirade, then emotionlessly brought it back

    to his ear.

    ¡°What scandal?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t y dumb with me! Are you back at it with that Evelina? There are pictures online, a full¨Con

    make¨Cout session in a bar! I¡¯m an olddy who knows how to surf the web, you know!¡±

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    ¡°No way, Granny, most of the stuff on the inte is bogus. You¡¯re up there in years ¨C surfing the web

    could be bad for your health. Remington rubbed his temples in frustration.

    ¡°Don¡¯t try to pull the wool over my eyes. If Liz bolts, you¡¯ll be crying rivers!¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s not going anywhere; she can¡¯t live without me.¡±

    ¡°Oh my dear boy, did you skip washing your face this morning?¡±

    ¡°What?¡±

    ¡°How else can you be so full of hot air!¡±

    Remington was speechless.

    ¡°Get a move on and clean up this inte mess! And pick up Liz for lunch. I want a video call to see

    you two together!¡±

    ¡°Got it.¡± After hanging up, Remington called Cedric in to give him instructions.

    *Scrub the online gossip.¡±

    Cedric was a bit taken aback: Remington usually didn¡¯t give a hoot about such rumors.

    He used to say that the Starlight Group spoke through its achievements the boss¡® personal life wasn¡¯t a

    big

    deal, and he wasn¡¯t keen on wasting thepany¡¯s PR resources on his own affairs.

    There had been a rumor or two with some female celebrities in the past, all given the cold shoulder.

    Just like Remington said, once the buzz died down, it was old news.

    But this time, it seemed he wanted to step in.

    ¡°Right, Mr. Remington, I¡¯ll get the PR department on it.¡±

    Must be because of Lizetta, has Remington finally seen the light?

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    Cedric felt like he¡¯d hit the jackpot today. He was about to leave when Remington added another task.

    ¡°Check where she is and book a restaurant.¡±

    He didn¡¯t specify who ¡®she¡® was, but Cedric caught on quick.

    Cedric was efficient: he was back in less than ten minutes, though looking a bit hesitant.

    ¡°Mr. Remington, Lizetta is currently at the Mermaid Restaurant.

    Remington stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out.

    ¡°Who¡¯s she having lunch with?¡±

    He nced at his watch; it was still a good while before lunchtime.

    Cedric bit his lip. ¡°You might want to see for yourself, Boss.¡±

    The Bentley slowly pulled up outside the restaurant. Just as Remington was about to get out, his phone

    rang ¨C it was Hanna.

    He nced at the screen, didn¡¯t pick up, and turned off the phone as he stepped out and walked into

    the restaurant.

    It was the lunch rush, the restaurant dimly lit to mimic the deep sea atmosphere, yet most tables were

    empty.

    Instead, a throng of customers surrounded a huge ss tank in the middle, snapping photos and

    recording with

    their phones.

    Kids were shouting excitedly amidst the bustling noise.

    Remington felt irritated, his phone vibrating incessantly as if it wouldn¡¯t stop until he answered.

    Annoyed, he answered the call, and Hanna¡¯s urgent voice burst through.

    ¡°Remington, Evelina is pregnant! She¡¯s pregnant, how can you still not hurry up and divorce Lizetta!¡±

    Remington¡¯s face was stone¨Ccold, ¡°How do you know she¡¯s pregnant?¡±

    He scanned the room but didn¡¯t spot Lizetta, his icy gaze turning to Cedric.

    Cedric, feeling the pressure, pointed towards the crowd. With a slight frown, Remington made his way

    over.

    His height advantage allowed him to see over the crowd to the mermaid swimming in therge ss

    tank.

    She wore arge silver fishtail that wrapped only up to her hips, her upper body almost bare except for

    two tiny seashell¨Cshaped bras that barely covered anything, revealing vast expanses of smooth, pale

    skin and a curvaceous figure.

    Her hair flowed behind her like seaweed, a red rose clenched in her teeth as she smiled and blew

    kisses to the audience, mimicking a heart shape with her hands.

    She was as enchanting as a real deep¨Csea mermaid, stunning and spellbinding.

    But this also managed to make Remington feel dizzy and his handsome face turned ashen.

    He was so livid he was practically ready to explode, and at that moment, Hanna¡¯s voice echoed in his

    ear.

    ¡°Is the baby in Evelina¡¯s belly yours? Is that my grandchild? Remington, I want you to divorce Lizetta

    immediately and marry Evelina.¡±

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    Remington¡¯s eyes were glued to the ss tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were

    popping

    out.

    He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.

    ¡°Who told you the kid¡¯s mine? I¡¯m not nning on getting divorced, so back off!¡±

    He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.

    His gaze never left the figure in the ss tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even

    sourer.

    Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank

    to pull his wife out with his bare hands.

    ¡°Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!¡°, Cedric pleaded.

    Remington gritted his mrs to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, ¡°Clear the area,

    now!¡±

    ¡°Mr. Remington, you¡¯re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta¡¯s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be

    tough.¡±

    A vein in Remington¡¯s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned

    over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.

    She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.

    He was stone¨Cfaced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.

    She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids stered to the outside of the

    tank. giving them a wink.

    Her noon showsted a total of forty minutes, and after diving in and out of the water a hundred or so

    times, Lizetta was gasping for air and swam up to the surface.

    But before she could fully emerge, arge hand reached into the water, grabbed her arm tightly, and

    yanked her out with a swoosh.

    Fresh out of the water, Lizetta¡¯s eyes stung, her face dripping, and she couldn¡¯t open her

    eyes.

    As she was fished out of the water and into the man¡¯s arms, the familiar strength and height instantly

    told her who it was. She kicked and struggled.

    ¡°What are you doing? Put me down, I¡¯m not done performing!¡±

    The woman in his arms was soaking wet, her skin bare, her seaweed¨Clike hair clinging to her face and

    neck, her tail flicking continuously.

    She looked as pitiful and vulnerable as a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory desire to dominate.

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    Remington¡¯s face was as dark as the depths, his voice colder than the pool water.

    ¡°Lizetta, I¡¯m really pissed off right now! If you don¡¯t want to be stripped of your fish skin in public,

    behave yourself!¡±

    Lizetta was scared stiff by his ominous tone and gradually stopped struggling.

    Cedric hurried over with a cashmere nket, but only got a nce before Remington¡¯s terrifying look

    made him quickly turn away, not daring to stare.

    Remington shook out the nket and wrapped Lizetta up, striding out as the path had already been

    cleared.

    He carried Lizetta out of the restaurant, with the bodyguard already holding the car door open.

    Lizetta was stuffed into the car and plopped onto the back seat.

    She immediately tried to throw off the nket and escape.

    But Remington was right behind her, mming the car door shut, and at the same time, hisrge hand

    pinned her shoulder down, keeping her firmly under his control.

    ¡°Let go! I¡¯m working right now: what the hell are you doing?¡±

    Lizetta squirmed, trapped under Remington¡¯s grip, his handsome face stormy, his voice cold.

    ¡°Get lost!¡±

    The driver wasn¡¯t Cedric, and had beenpletely bbergasted at seeing Remington bring a

    mermaid into the

    car.

    At Remington¡¯s sharpmand, he bolted out of the car, closing the door behind him and stepping

    back several

    paces.

    Lizetta kept pushing against Remington, her face flushed with effort.

    ¡°If you don¡¯t want us to trend for a car make¨Cout session, then just chill out!¡±

    Remington pressed down on Lizetta, his voice deep and cold, warning her in her ear.

    Remembering their current situation, Lizetta froze, and then red at Remington indignantly, ¡°I¡¯m just

    doing my job.¡±

    ¡°Huh, just doing your job? Is this a real job? I taught you to dive, not to dress like this and unt

    yourself in ces like this!¡±

    Was this woman blind? Couldn¡¯t she see the lecherous gazes those men outside the tank were

    shooting her?

    Damn it!

    A cold frost covered Remington¡¯s deep eyes as he spoke, and he tugged at the two seashell bra cups

    on Lizetta¡¯s chest.

    But the bra was so flimsy it tore off in his hands, his forehead vein throbbing, his expression even more

    menacing.

    ¡°Lizetta! What the hell are you wearing?¡±

    ¡°Ah! Pervert!¡± Lizetta screamed, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes reddening from his harsh

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    ¡°I¡¯m doing legit work here! You¡¯re the one looking through tainted sses. Maybe you should get your

    eyes checked, see if they¡¯ve got some kind of lusty filter on ¡®em, then get your head examined to check

    if it¡¯s filled with nothing but junk!¡±

    Lizetta was fuming. She was just doing her job, and somehow it got twisted into selling her body and

    flirting.

    Did he seriously think she wanted to be a mermaid?

    Her eyes were stinging from being in the water so much, having to dive in over a hundred times every

    half¨Chour, which was killing her.

    If it weren¡¯t for him blocking her path to be a dance instructor, would she have to work this hard?

    Remington¡¯s chest heaved slightly, his eyes bloodshot.

    Lizetta felt a t second.

    twinge of fear, shrinking her neck a little as she thought he might lose control and strangle her any

    Luckily, there was a knock on the car window at that moment.

    It was Cedric. Remington sat up, and Lizetta quickly followed suit, wrapping the nket around her

    again. shrinking into the corner of the car.

    Remington adjusted himself and rolled down the window, his profile cold and merciless.

    Cedric, bending down, didn¡¯t dare peek inside. ¡°Mr. Remington, everything¡¯s been taken care of.¡±

    All the photos and videos on the guests¡® phones were deleted. But man, the boss¡® possessiveness is

    off the charts.

    Actually, thedy¡¯s photos were pretty beautiful, albeit a bit revealing.

    But in that particr setting, it looked quite artistic, not sleazy at all.

    But Cedric wouldn¡¯t dare say that out loud. He didn¡¯t want to end up dead on the street.

    ¡°Drive!¡± Remington, hearing that things were handled, softened his expression a bit and gave the

    command.

    As the car drove off, the bodyguards at the restaurant finally withdrew.

    From the restaurant window, Daniel watched the departing car with a sour face.

    ¡°See that? Mr. March, do you really think she¡¯s some pure and noble goddess, huh? If the price is right,

    she¡¯d even do it in a car on the street. I couldn¡¯t do such a thing. Pretending to be high and mighty, all

    she wants is to fetch a good price.¡±

    Daniel¡¯s expression was dark as he turned back. ¡°Is that so?¡±

    Linda smirked, leaning in to whisper, ¡°I even heard something else, whether you believe it or not, you

    could always go check for yourself.¡±

    The whole ride. Lizetta huddled in the corner, her head down, ignoring Remington.

    Before long, the car stopped, and Remington got out and picked her up from the car.

    Lizetta was topless, still in her soaking wet, enormous mermaid tail, which got stuck in the car door.

    Remington yanked it out, sshing his suit pants with more water.

    His face darkened, but Lizetta just sneered.

    She looked around and noticed it seemed to be a hotel.

    ¡°What are you bringing me here for?¡±

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    Remington looked down at her with a cold smirk. ¡°To gut and skin a fish. The chef here is the best at

    filleting.¡±

    Remington carried her into the elevator and soon into the presidential suite on the top floor.

    He threw her onto the bed, and the nket fell open.

    She covered her chest with one hand, trying to hide under the covers, but with her legs trapped in the

    tail, her movements were restricted. Before she could hide, Remington was on her, grabbing her arms.

    He had somehow removed his tie and used it to bind her wrists tightly.

    When he let go, Lizetta¡¯s hands and feet were bound, leaving her helpless on the bed, truly at the

    mercy of his de.

    She was both angry and ashamed, ring at him.

    Only then did she notice his ck suit was a mess, dampened and wrinkled, not looking shabby but

    somehow more dangerous.

    He knelt on the bed, his icy gaze fixed on her as he methodically took off his watch, tossed it aside, and

    began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and shirt buttons.

    Lizetta had never seen him like this, radiating aggression from head to toe.

    Her face turned pale. ¡°What are you doing, don¡¯t mess around!¡±

    After undoing three buttons, Remington, seemingly impatient, ripped his shirt open.

    The buttons popped, and his shirt red open, revealing sexy pectorals and a perfectly sculpted six¨C

    pack. ¡°Teach you a lesson!¡± he sneered with coldly pursed lips, his gaze sweeping back and forth over

    Lizetta¡¯s tail. ¡°How do you mermaids mate? The mermaid princess had to walk on knives for the prince.

    Should I take a de and open you up too?¡±

    He sounded serious, his tone dark and foreboding, not joking at all.

    Lizetta swallowed nervously. ¡°I¡¯m not a kid anymore, you can¡¯t scare or trick me.¡±

    Before she could finish, she saw Remington actually walk over to a side table, pick up a fruit knife, and

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    Lizetta was scared stiff as she propped herself up, her knees awkwardly and clumsily shuffling

    backward, a bitter irony in her strong demeanor.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, when did you start moonlighting as a sushi chef, howe I¨Cah!¡±

    Remington came over, his hand wielding a knife that he thrust down fiercely.

    Lizetta screamed, closing her eyes.

    Of course, there was no pain, but when she opened her eyes, she saw herrge tail fin pinned to the

    bed by his knife, unable to pull it free despite her efforts.

    She was immobilized.

    Remington sat down beside the bed, casually tugging at the pinned tail fin, asking.

    *Realized your mistake yet?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t think she had done anything wrong. She turned her head, tears swirling in her eyes.

    ¡°I earn my keep, and if you think I¡¯ve shamed you or tarnished the Dashiell family name, then hurry up

    and let¡¯s get the divorce papers.¡±

    Her words only fanned the mes, and Remington¡¯s face turned cold as he gripped the knife handle

    and shed upwards.

    Rip!

    Lizetta clenched her eyes shut, feeling as if her legs had felt the cold sharpness of the de.

    In an instant, her tail fin was split, and although she broke out in a cold sweat, her legs were finally free.

    She bent her knees and kicked out at Remington.

    The man grabbed her feet and bent them upwards, Lizetta¡¯s knees pressed into her stomach, a

    humiliating position that left her immobile, her face red with frustration.

    ¡°Do you think I¡¯m dead? Or that I¡¯mcking money for food and clothes, that you need to go out and do

    this to support yourself?¡±

    His

    s expression was gloomy, and Lizetta, biting her lip, was too tired to speak.

    He had never been stingy with money towards her. Even when he wasn¡¯t home for the past two years,

    his secretary would transfer half a million to her ount every month, and thetest fashion and bags

    were delivered to her door on time.

    Jewelry too; she had it all.

    From a young age, he had given her the best.

    But because of this, Lizetta could never hold her head up in their marriage,cking the confidence to

    even stand

    tall.

    She felt greedy for desiring his love, feeling unworthy.

    ¡°Speak up!¡± Remington angrily pinched Lizetta¡¯s chin, forcing her to face him.

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    Tears were in her eyes, but her lips curled up in self¨Cmockery.

    ¡°Right, you¡¯ve never wronged me. I¡¯m like your pet canary. No, at least a sugar daddy gets pleasure

    from keeping a pet canary. But you don¡¯t love me. After marrying me, you came home even less,

    spending years abroad. You shouldn¡¯t be called Devil Remington; Poor Remington suits you better!¡±

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    She owed him a great debt, feeling that even liking him was a desecration, dirty.

    Since her first crush at fourteen, she had worked hard to make money, paying into the Dashiell family

    ount every year, trying to repay what she could.

    She thought that once she had paid it all back, maybe then she could leave the Dashiell family and

    pursue him with dignity.

    Unfortunately,ter on.

    Her efforts were probably a joke in Remington¡¯s eyes.

    ¡°So I¡¯m just the big sucker, am I? Splurging money and energy on an ingrate. Ha, at least an ingrate

    has warm blood, unlike you, now a cold¨Chearted, cold¨Cblooded mermaid of beauty.¡± Remington scoffed

    coldly.

    Lizetta felt a tightness in her chest, ¡°Then stop being the big sucker. I¡¯ll leave with nothing. Shouldn¡¯t

    you be happy? You can marry Evelina; she¡¯s pregnant. Aren¡¯t you in a hurry to avoid having your child

    born a bastard?¡±

    ¡°Of course, I¡¯m in a rush.¡±

    Remington released her legs, seemingly unwilling to look at Lizetta any longer.

    Thrown to the side, Lizetta¡¯s tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, her heart dying.

    It wasughable that she had once doubted Evelina¡¯s child was his because of the slight difference in

    his behavior towards her and had even thought about verifying it.

    Ridiculous.

    ¡°Leaving with nothing is too easy for you. I¡¯ve said before, divorce will cost you three million. I raised

    you, I can¡¯t just let you go for free, to the benefit of some other man.¡±

    The man spoke again with a cold voice, and Lizettaughed, ¡°Then don¡¯t get in the way of me making

    money.¡±

    Before she could finish, Remington flipped her over and pressed down on her.

    Lizetta, worried about the baby in her womb, struggled and pushed, ¡°Get off me!¡±

    ¡°With what you earn as a mermaid, I¡¯ll be in my grave before you can pay back three million. Instead of

    being so clear¨Ccut with me, why not just sleep with me? I¡¯ll pay you two thousand each time. Stop

    acting like a paragon of virtue in bed! What do you say? Agree, and forst night¡¯s three times, I¡¯ll

    transfer the money right away.¡±

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    Lizetta was staring at Remington in disbelief, her face ghostly pale, and her lips trembling.

    Seeing her like that, Remington felt like his normally cold heart got a little squeeze.

    His handsome face softened a bit, but when he thought about what she had been up totely, he felt a

    lump in his chest and just couldn¡¯t bring himself to sweet¨Ctalk her.

    In the midst of this standoff, the ringtone of a cell phone broke the silence.

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    Remington rolled out of bed, grabbed a dagger, and casually cut through the tie binding Lizetta¡¯s

    hands.

    Immediately, Lizetta burrowed into the covers.

    Picking up the phone, Remington¡¯s expression turned gentle.

    ¡°Yeah, when have I ever not yed by the rules? Alright, alright, I got it.¡±

    It must be Evelina.

    Lizetta realized that hearing him coddle someone else didn¡¯t sting as much anymore; it felt numb and

    dull.

    Was that a good thing?

    While she was pondering, Remington sat down next to her, straightening his shirt.

    ¡°Granny wants to video call us.¡±

    Lizetta froze, and Fiona¡¯s call came through, with Remington sliding to answer it promptly.

    Lizetta scrambled to wrap herself in the nket, while Remington pulled her close for the camera.

    Fiona broke into a grin upon seeing the young couple together and said to Lizetta,

    ¡°Liz, honey, all that gossip about kissing in a bar is just tabloid trash. Remington also said it¡¯s not true. I

    took care of it, so don¡¯t you worry. And if Remington ever gives you trouble, you just tell me.¡±

    It turned out that Fiona had seen the rumors online and was concerned. Sheughed.

    ¡°Granny, the woman Remi was hugging in the bar was me; I wasn¡¯t mistreated.¡±

    Fiona clutched her chest in relief. ¡°That¡¯s my boy, I knew Remington wouldn¡¯t go chasing skirts! He

    doesn¡¯t have the EQ for juggling women.¡±

    Remington was speechless.

    Lizetta nodded with a smile, but her heart sank.

    In fact, Remington had been looking elsewhere, but it seemed his emotional intelligence wasn¡¯t quite

    up to

    scratch.

    Other guys could have gs waving all over town and still keep things tight at home, but maybe

    Remington just didn¡¯t bother to hide it, or perhaps he didn¡¯t care about her feelings.

    ¡°Granny, don¡¯t worry, we¡¯re not fighting,¡± Lizetta beamed, eyes twinkling.

    *Liz, dear, let me tell you, before Remington was born, your mother¨Cinw had a minor surgery, and I

    always suspected the doctor left a piece of gauze inside her, and that¡¯s why Remington turned out so

    twisted. Be patient with him, and if you really get mad, just hit him, whip him with a belt, he won¡¯t dare

    to hit back!¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t know what to say.

    ¡°Granny, I¡¯m right here, you know,¡± Remington said with resignation.

    Fiona suddenly noticed their surroundings, her eyes lighting up.

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    ¡°Are you two at a hotel? Oh dear, I didn¡¯t mean to interrupt. Okay, you kids carry on, I¡¯ll hang up now.¡±

    The screen wobbled as Fiona seemed to remember something else and chimed back in.

    ¡°Liz, put a pillow under your hipster, trust Granny, it works.¡±

    Before Lizetta could rify, Fiona had disconnected.

    Feeling embarrassed. Lizetta blushed and burrowed deeper into the nket, ring at Remington with

    annoyance.

    ¡°You did that on purpose, didn¡¯t you?¡±

    Knowing full well that Fiona was going to call he still took her to the hotel and put her in this situation,

    letting Fiona jump to the conclusion that they were there to make babies.

    Remington looked down at her. ¡°If we didn¡¯te to the hotel, were you nning to dress up as a fish

    and go out for a swim?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to discuss it further.

    *Granny wants great¨Cgrandchildren, and since you¡¯re obviously not going to have a baby with me, stop

    getting her hopes up. Evelina¡¯s pregnant. If you¡¯re worried Granny won¡¯t approve of your thing with her,

    just tell her. She¡¯ll agree to our divorce for the sake of the child. And if you¡¯re worried that a divorce will

    look bad for thepany, we can just get the certificate and not announce it. It¡¯s not like it¡¯ll have any

    impact since we¡¯ve been secretly married anyway.¡±

    She tried to talk to him in a calm and collected manner, but her heart still ached with the words.

    She had decided on divorce and hadn¡¯t wavered.

    Whether in marriage or love, both parties need to be equal for it tost. She and Remington were n

    footing; it was a lopsided marriage from the start.

    never on equal

    She had been too greedy, always hoping that Remington would fall for her, but even without Evelina,

    their rtionship was doomed.

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    Remington¡¯s handsome face was the picture of calm, his deep eyes cooling as he fixed them on

    Lizetta.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, you¡¯re such a sport, always looking out for me. Since that¡¯s the case, if Granny isn¡¯t a

    fan of Eve, could you maybe put in a good word for her, help me sway her?¡±

    Lizetta was floored; she was already bending over backwards, and now Remington had the nerve to

    ask her, his actual wife, to pave the way for his mistress.

    She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath to keep from nting one right in Remington¡¯s smug face.

    For the sake of the divorce, she bit her tongue.

    ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll do my best.¡±

    Who would¡¯ve thought, after agreeing, Remington¡¯s face would turn even colder. He suddenly stood up,

    looming

    over her.

    ¡°Most Touching Character of the Year ¨C they should really create a Devoted Wife Award just for you.¡±

    Lizetta was livid. If this guy wasn¡¯t her brother, she¡¯d be drawing circles and hexing him to drop dead in

    the street in a minute.

    Remington stormed out, mming the door behind him, leaving them at odds once again.

    In the car.

    Seeing Remington with a frosty look on his face, Cedric internally sighed for what felt like the

    thousandth time.

    Couples¡® fight didn¡¯tst long, but here Remington and hisdy were, taking their spat to a hotel, and

    still no make¨Cup in sight.

    Remington left so quickly, Cedric was starting to wonder if the boss had lost his touch.

    ¡°Sir, do you want me to get Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s belongings from the restaurant sent over?¡±

    Remington nced over, ¡°You got nothing better to do?¡±

    Cedric just couldn¡¯t believe that Remington had it in him to leave his penniless wife stranded at a hotel.

    That¡¯s cold, man.

    Remington¡¯s fingers swiped across his phone, opening WhatsApp and the chat with Lizetta, a mocking

    sneer at the sight of the red system notification.

    ¡°Did you find out what I asked you to?¡±

    Remington pocketed his phone, and Cedric sat up straight.

    ¡°Got it

    it all sorted. Mrs. Dashiell is juggling three jobs. Apart from the mermaid gig at the restaurant, she¡¯s

    also a dance double on a set and teaches private dance lessons to a seven¨Cyear¨Cold girl. I¡¯ve already

    made sure the restaurant won¡¯t be expecting her back. Do you want me to interfere with the other two?¡±

    The other two jobs didn¡¯t seem too shady, Remington stayed silent for a moment before responding.

    ¡°Leave it be.¡±

    ¡°Another thing, there¡¯s this online influencer who posted a video of Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s mermaid

    performance, and it¡¯s gotten quite hot. I¡¯ve had it taken down, but plenty of copies are probably out

    there.¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line, ¡°Got it.¡±

    He closed his eyes, clearly done talking about it.

    But his mind was reying memories of teaching Lizetta to dive, back when she was a fifteen¨Cyear¨Cold

    girl, just

    after her exams.

    She wa

    was daring and a quick leamer, and thanks to her dance training, she had strong lungs and was soon

    free diving with ease.

    She had even dressed up as a mermaid to swim with dolphins, insisting he take lots of pictures.

    At night, while he was in a video conference at the hotel, she¡¯d curl up at his feet, flipping through the

    photos.

    Distracted during his meeting, a note slid under the table to him.

    [Remington, do I make a pretty mermaid?]

    It made him chuckle, and he scribbled a reply while still in the meeting.

    (Don¡¯t you dare show anyone else, you¡¯re too convincing. I¡¯m afraid you¡¯ll get snatched for

    experiments.]

    A rustling came from below, and he nced down to see her covering her mouth, giggling at the note.

    Soon another note appeared.

    [I¡¯ll be good, only for you to see.]

    Remington¡¯s lips curled in scorn.

    That woman, her own promises forgotten.

    She shouldn¡¯t be wearing a mermaid tail; she should be wearing a fish head!

    The phone rang, the hotelndline.

    Remington answered.

    ¡°I don¡¯t have a change of clothes, could you send some down, please?¡±

    Lizetta had taken a shower, only to find out there were no clothes to change into. Worse yet, her

    phone, purse. and clothes were all still at the themed restaurant, leaving her without a penny.

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    ¡°My people aren¡¯t at your beck and call.¡±

    Hearing his cold voice, Lizetta clenched her teeth, frustration boiling over in her tone.

    ¡°Remington, you¡¯re the one who dragged me here!¡±

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    Ynda just joined the film crew. She was the main stunt double, and they¡¯d gone into lockdown mode

    for filming, so there¡¯s no way she¡¯sing back anytime soon.

    If Remington decided to be a jerk about it, Lizetta would be left high and dry with no one to turn to.

    ¡°Here, borrow a phone. I¡¯ll Venmo you some cash, get the waiter to snag you some clothes, and we¡¯ll

    call it a day.¡±

    The guy seemed super impatient, and before Lizetta could even reply, he hung up on her.

    Lizetta was steaming mad as she mmed down the phone, but with no other choice, she did as the

    man said. and borrowed someone¡¯s phone.

    She unblocked Remington, sending him a raging, fuming emoji.

    When Remington saw he was back in the chat, his lips curved into a smirk, and he transferred 60

    grand.

    Seeing the 60k notification, Lizetta remembered his words, 20k per sleepover. Her hands trembled as

    she clutched the phone.

    Remington waited a bit, but when he didn¡¯t get a reply, he texted her again.

    [Don¡¯t bother with the restaurant. I¡¯ve had someone pick up your stuff and bring it to Oakridge Heights.]

    He was just about to hit send when that familiar red exmation point popped up again. Remington

    couldn¡¯t help butugh it off.

    After changing into her new clothes, Lizetta cabbed back to the restaurant to collect her belongings and

    gave a sincere apology to the owner.

    That evening, she taught a dance private lesson to a grade schooler, and it was already nine when she

    left the student¡¯s ce.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stop thinking about Remington¡¯s arm injury. She¡¯d promised to take care of him until he

    healed, and she wasn¡¯t about to break her word.

    But before heading back to Oakridge Heights, she decided to swing by Ynda¡¯s ce first.

    She had a dance routine prepped for Master Dories¡® audition and had recorded it to show her mentor,

    Yovnne. The video was on herptop, which she needed to pick up.

    The building¡¯s motion sensor light was busted again. Using her phone for light, Lizetta climbed to the

    fifth floor and was rummaging through her bag for the keys when she caught a whiff of cigarette smoke.

    Ynda lived on the top floor, the sixth, and the neighbors had moved out.

    This wasn¡¯t the brand Remington smoked.

    A chill ran down Lizetta¡¯s spine. She kept her head down, pretending to search for her keys, but then

    she swiftly turned and bolted downstairs.

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    Toote.

    Footsteps caught up to her. Before she could round the stairwell corner, her hair was yanked back.

    ¡°Ah! Hel¨CMmph!¡±

    She tried to scream, but a hand mped over her mouth.

    The man dragged her up the stairs. Lizetta grabbed the railing, but he had no mercy. He mmed her

    head against the wooden banister.

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    Dizzy and vision blurring, her bag and phone tumbled to the ground.

    The cracked phone screen it up with an iing call¨Cher emergency plea for help was answered.

    Tears streamed down Lizetta¡¯s face. Even if she couldn¡¯t make a sound, she hoped Remington would

    sense something was wrong ande to her rescue.

    Maybe his voice would scare off the attacker.

    But then the man behind her noticed the call and stiffened.

    However, the next second, a woman¡¯s voice came through the phone.

    ¡°Looking for Remi? He¡¯s in the shower after I got his pants dirty. I¡¯ll have him call you backter, okay?¡±

    And with that, the line went dead.

    Lizetta felt her blood turn to ice.

    At her most critical moment, she had dialed an emergency contact instead of reaching for her pepper

    spray¨Ca homifically wrong decision.

    It left her in utter despair.

    Apparently, the man behind her found it amusing too, as he let out a mockingugh.

    ¡°Your emergency contact is a married man? You really do get around, don¡¯t you? Quite the actress,

    aren¡¯t you, Miss Mermaid?¡±

    Linda said this woman was nothing but trouble, and Daniel hadn¡¯t believed her until he saw the high¨C

    end cars showing up for her every other day.

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    Lizetta recognized that voice and it sent shivers down her spine, but she forced herself to go all limp

    and leaned into the man behind her.

    Her bold move of throwing herself into his arms caught Daniel off¨Cguard for a sec, but then his blood¨C

    statted pumping and he seriously couldn¡¯t wait to get down to business right there in the hallway.

    Lizetta turned her head, signaling for Daniel to let her go.

    Sure enough, Daniel took his hand off her mouth. Lizetta, gasping for air, rested on the stairs to recover

    from her dizziness before speaking up.

    ¡°So Mr. March, now that you know the kind of gal I am, I hope you¡¯vee prepared with something to

    sweeten the pot?¡±

    Her voice was dripping with allure, melting half of Daniel¡¯s body, and he loosened his grip on her hair.

    Lizetta twisted her waist, turned around, and gave him a nudge, her hair casually brushing against

    Daniel¡¯s neck. ¡°Don¡¯t be so rough, I¡¯m not into that.¡±

    She pushed him gently on the chest with her small hand, and the other half of Daniel¡¯s body turned to

    mush.

    He grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the wall, and leaned in for a kiss.

    The scent of some random guy¡¯s cologne was nauseating to Lizetta.

    Her face turned ashen as she squirmed to escape.

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    ¡°The thrill is right here, right now, so soft, so enticing. I just can¡¯t wait.¡±

    Daniel got even closer, rubbing against her like he was in heat, while Lizetta bit her tongue hard,

    fighting the urge to struggle.

    ¡°I¡¯ve got toys at my ce, even more exciting.¡±

    Anticipation and excitement got the better of Daniel, and he let her go. As Lizetta bent down to pick up

    her phone from the floor, Daniel kicked it away with one swift move.

    The phone tumbled down the stairs with a crushing sound.

    Chilled to the bone. Lizetta didn¡¯t expect him to be so on guard. She turned around and pouted

    yfully.

    ¡°Are you gonna make it up to me?¡±

    ¡°Make it up to you? As long as you take good care of me tonight, I¡¯ll not only rece your phone, I¡¯ll

    buy you a house and a car!¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t believe you for a second. If you try to fob me off with just a bouquet of flowers again, don¡¯t

    bother showing your face around me ever again.¡± Lizettaughed lightly, her eyes flirtatious as silk.

    Daniel remembered thest time she coldly told him to keep the flowers and stay out of her sight, and

    he couldn¡¯t help but find the humor in the situation. This woman sure knew how to reel ¡®em in ¨C he¡¯d

    seen plenty of gold diggers like her.

    His guard dropped by a good seventy, eighty percent, and he straightened his shirt, trying to look like

    the big spender he was.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, just y nice with me, and I might even make an honest woman out of you.¡±

    Lizetta led him upstairs, key in hand to open the door.

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    Daniel stayed close, his hand on her shoulder to prevent any tricks:

    Once they were inside, she¡¯d have no chance to call for help ¨C she¡¯d be his for the taking.

    Lizetta stepped in, turned around, and grabbed Daniel¡¯s tie.

    Her enthusiasm put Daniel totally at ease.

    He couldn¡¯t wait to shut the door, throw his arms around Lizetta, and start.ripping off her clothes, biting

    at her neck.

    Lizetta stumbled backward, dodging and fumbling for something.

    ¡°Turn on the lights, will ya? I like it with the lights on.¡±

    Daniel chuckled, ¡°I like your style, so wild.¡±

    Bang!

    A dull thud of impact suddenly echoed in the darkness.

    At the Hawthorne family mansion.

    Remington walked out of the bathroom with a stern face, his suit pants soaked through.

    Half an hour earlier, he had received a message that Evelina had gone to the hospital to inquire about

    an abortion. He rushed there, intercepted Evelina, and brought her back home.

    A servant brought Evelina some warm milk, which she knocked over in a fit of anger, sshing it all

    over Remington. He had gone to clean up.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Eve¡¯s been helped back to her room and she¡¯s still crying. Maybe you could talk to her

    again.¡±

    The servant approached, and Remington frowned slightly, following the servant upstairs.

    He entered the bedroom, and as the servant was about to close the door, Remington nced over.

    ¡°Leave it open.¡±

    The servant hesitantly nced at Evelina, left the door open, and departed.

    Evelina sat on the bed, eyes red, her emotions seemingly calmed down.

    ¡°Remington, I¡¯m sorry. I was just too upset earlier, these are my father¡¯s dress pants, he never wore

    them. Why don¡¯t you go and change in the bathroom?¡±

    She said, picking up the suit pants next to her and walking towards Remington, who replied coldly.

    ¡°No need.¡±

    Evelina froze. ¡°But it¡¯s getting cold, and you can¡¯t stay in wet pants, Remi you really should change it.

    Ah!¡±

    She insisted, stepping forward to touch the wet waistband of Remington¡¯s pants, but the man suddenly

    grabbed her wrist tightly.

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    Evelina yelped in pain, exerting quite a bit of effort as she lifted her teary, mascara¨Cstreaked eyes.

    ¡°I just feel so crappy for caring about you. What else is a pregnant woman supposed to think about? It

    hurts so much.¡±

    Only then did Remington let go and back off, his voice tinged with an edge of harshness.

    ¡°You should be well aware that all my promises to you are mostly because of the kid you¡¯re carrying. If

    there¡¯s another abortion, I¡¯ll take back everything, got it?¡±

    Evelina bit her lip. ¡°Remington, four years ago, you pretty much agreed to be with me. If it weren¡¯t for

    my sister butting in.¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s not an intruder, and we were never really an item, you know that.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face went pale, she choked up a bit and seeing the man¡¯s handsome face turn stern with

    impatience, she went back and sat by the bed.

    ¡°I get it. This baby was an ident, not something I wanted, but it¡¯s growing inside me. I¡¯m its mother.

    How could I cruelly abandon it unless I had no choice? But being a single mom is so tough. You clearly

    promised me you¡¯d treat this child as your own. My sister has bullied me over and over, and you¡¯ve

    turned a blind eye. How can I trust you¡¯ll always look after us?¡±

    She stroked her belly as tears sshed onto her dress.

    Remington softened a bit for the sake of the child.

    ¡°Just stay away from Lizetta, and you won¡¯t get hurt.¡±

    Evelina nearly choked on those words, her eyes welling up with injustice. She opened her mouth to

    counter, but Remington interjected.

    ¡°I won¡¯t neglect the child when it¡¯s born. The support I promised you, and the funding for the Hawthorne

    family will be delivered. You should know the Hawthorne family¡¯s current situation. Don¡¯t make the

    wrong choice and regret itter!¡±

    With that, he turned and left.

    Downstairs, he picked up his phone from the coffee table and strode

    away.

    His pants had gotten wet earlier, and he¡¯d taken out his phone and set it down without a second

    thought, never expecting to miss out on something significant in just that short time.

    At the police station.

    A silver sports car screeched to a halt at the entrance.

    The scissor doors opened, and a tall, lean man stepped out from the driver¡¯s seat, his face frosty, and

    he strode into the police station like a gust of wind.

    ¡°Litchi!¡±

    When Lucian saw Lizetta, she was curled up in a chair, a senior policewomanforting her non¨Cstop.

    Lizetta was head¨Cdown, her long hair hanging down, shivering.

    She seemed lost in her own world, unresponsive to the policewoman¡¯s constions.

    Her hands were sped over her head, those beautiful, unblemished hands stained with dark, blotchy

    blood.

    Lucian paused for a moment, emotion and severity swirling in his eyes, before stepping forward and

    calling out.

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    ¡°I¡¯m her brother,¡± he told the policewoman.

    The policewoman nodded and stepped aside.

    Lucian crouched in front of Lizetta, carefully reaching for her bloodied hands.

    ¡°Ah! Don¡¯t touch me! Let go! Get away!¡±

    Lizetta reacted violently, iling and scratching with her hands.

    Lucian grasped her hands firmly, ¡°Litchi, it¡¯s me, Lucian! Lucian¡¯s here, can you look up at me?¡±

    He held her hands tightly, hisrge palm enveloping hers, trying to transfer warmth.

    Slowly, Lizetta lifted her head, her eyes focusing on Lucian¡¯s face, seeing the concem in his eyes.

    The tears she had been holding back tumbled down, and her lips quivered.

    ¡°Lucian, I think I killed someone! He¡¯s dead, he¡¯s not moving, not breathing, I¡¯ve killed someone.¡±

    Lizetta had used a dumbbell, usually kept by the door for arm workouts by Ynda, to hit Daniel. She

    had to strike true, using all her strength to bring it down on his head.

    Daniel had fallen andy motionless. In a panic, Lizetta ran outside, tripped, and her hands were

    covered in sticky blood.

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    There was so much of it, warm and thick, the smell of blood overwhelming.

    She trembled as she checked for Daniel¡¯s breath, but there was none.

    She stumbled down to call the police. At the station, after a brief statement, they asked her to contact a

    family member. Lizetta gave them Lucian¡¯s number.

    Now, all that was on Lizetta¡¯s mind was one thought: she had killed someone.

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    ¡°No worries, you were just defending yourself, notmitting murder! You did an awesome job, Liz,

    super brave, protecting yourself. That guy had iting!¡±

    Lucian wrapped his arms around Lizetta,forting her, and gradually she calmed down.

    A female cop approached, ¡°She still needs to undergo a medical examination; she wasn¡¯t cooperating

    earlier.¡±

    Lucian stroked Lizetta¡¯s head, ¡°Don¡¯t be scared. I will be right here with you.¡±

    Lizetta nodded with teary eyes, ¡°I can do it.¡±

    Lucian let her go, stood up, took off his trench coat, draped it over her, and then helped her to her feet.

    Lizetta tried to walk on her own, but her legs buckled.

    Lucian caught her, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    His phone rang: just as he was about to answer, Lizetta suddenly clutched his arm tightly. She was

    gripping so hard: Lucian looked at her, bewildered.

    Lizetta¡¯s pale face was filled with tension and urgency, her voice hoarse and trembling, ¡°Luc! Don¡¯t tell

    Remi!¡±

    Lucian paused, and then, as if remembering something, he gritted his teeth, ¡°You¡¯re almost falling

    apart, and yet you¡¯re worried about someone else. Lizetta, you¡¯re silly!¡±

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    Lucian sighed in resignation, gently patting her hand, and showed her the phone screen, ¡°See? It¡¯s not

    Remi¡¯s call; it¡¯s thewyer I got for you. Rx, if you don¡¯t want to tell him, I¡¯ll keep it under wraps for

    sure.¡±

    Lizetta let go only after confirming it wasn¡¯t Remington who had called. She followed the female cop to

    get the examination done.

    Lucianmunicated with thewyer, his gaze lingering on her frail figure, his feelings mixed. He knew

    why Lizetta had reached out to him tonight instead of Remington.

    Ten years ago, Lizetta had gone through something simr. A twelve¨Cyear¨Cold girl nearly molested by

    a staff member at a dance institute; too scared to speak up afterward, she hid in the bathroom,

    helplessly and silently crying.

    It was eventually Remington who noticed something was wrong and after pressing her, found out.

    Remington grabbed a golf club and nearly beat the man to death in public.

    The incident blew up big time, and if Remington hadn¡¯t been a month shy of adulthood, even the

    formidable influence of the Dashiell family might not have been enough to hush it up.

    That incident made it well¨Cknown in Zion City¡¯s upper echelons that in the Dashiell family, Lizetta was

    Remington¡¯s cherished little sister, untouchable by anyone.

    Lizetta was worried about history repeating itself, which was why she didn¡¯t want Remington to find out.

    After Lizetta was done with the medical examination and thewyer had sorted everything out,

    completing the bail process, Lucian took her straight out of the police station. He left his sports car at

    the station and took Lizetta in thewyer¡¯s car for convenience.

    In the backseat, he pulled out an alcohol wipe to clean her hands.

    ¡°Lucian, I¡¯m okay now. I can do it myself,¡± Lizetta took the wet wipe.

    Lucian didn¡¯t insist, and just held the box of wipes for her, clicking his tongue. ¡°When you need

    something, it¡¯s Luc, when you don¡¯t, it¡¯s Lucian? Litchi, you sure know how to be practical.¡±

    He raised his hand, yfully mussing Lizetta¡¯s hair. Lizetta hissed, ¡®shrinking her neck.

    ¡°Head hurt? To the hospital!¡±

    ¡°No, I¡¯m fine. I just want to go home! Luc, take me back,¡± Lizetta shook her head, not wanting to go

    anywhere

    else.

    When they arrived at Oakridge Heights, Lucian got out first and went around to open the door to help

    Lizetta.

    As Lizetta got out, she felt dizzy and wobbled. She had been hit in the head by Daniel earlier, and

    Lucian immediately bent down and picked her up.

    They had only taken a few steps when a beam of car headlights came their way, ring intensely.

    Lucian stopped in his tracks, squinting to look.

    The Bentley pulled up, the door swung open, and Remington stepped out with his long legs, walking

    towards them.

    Lizetta saw the tall figure approaching, her eyes nearly instantly hot with tears. Instinctively, she wanted

    to reach out to him, but remembering the call that had cut her off earlier, her heart turned cold.

    She turned her head away, tugging at Lucian¡¯s cor, urging him, ¡°Lucian, take me inside.¡±

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    Lucian nodded at Remington, ¡°Remi, Liz took a hit. I¡¯m gonna take her inside first.¡±

    He made to step forward, but Remington¡¯s long legs had already closed the distance, stepping right in

    front of Lucian, blocking his path.

    The man¡¯s face was calm, but his eyes in the night were deep, like a treacherous sea lurking with

    danger.

    *Liz? She¡¯s your sister¨Cinw!¡±

    His voice was deep as he reached out to take Lizetta from Lucian.

    Almost instinctively, Lizetta ducked her head into Lucian¡¯s chest to hide. She didn¡¯t want to face

    Remington right

    now.

    Seeing him just reminded her of how he was all cozied up with Evelina, when she was feeling her most

    vulnerable.

    Her dodging move turned Remington¡¯s handsome face cold as ice in an instant. His voice carried a

    me of anger, ¡°Lizetta, get it straight who your husband is!¡±

    He forcefully took Lizetta from Lucian¡¯s arms, and Lucian, worried about her getting hurt again, let go.

    Frowning, he said to Remington, ¡°Remi, Lizetta ran into some trouble tonight.¡±

    He wanted to tell Remington about how she was mugged and how she got hurt. But Lizetta thought

    Lucian was going to spill the beans to Remington, and she started to struggle in Remington¡¯s arms.

    ¡°Lucian! Does he look like he has time for my issues? He¡¯s busy as hell! Drop it, my stuff¡¯s got nothing

    to do with him!¡±

    Remington caught the sharp tone in her voice, one that seemed to draw a clear line between them, and

    he let out a snort ofughter, ¡°Of course!¡±

    He let go, and Lizetta, caught off guard, almost fell straight to the ground; she wobbled, only to be

    steadied by Lucian¡¯s hands. Holding onto Lucian, Lizetta felt dizzy and nauseous.

    Remington had already turned and walked away, leaving her behind to enter first. Lizetta watched his

    indifferent back until her vision blurred.

    ¡°Litchi, what¡¯s going on with you and Remi? I think you should probably tell Remi, you know? Keeping

    him in the dark about something this big, he¡¯s gonna blow his top when he finds out.¡±

    Lizetta looked up, ¡°Lucian, help me, and he won¡¯t find out!¡±

    Her eyes pleaded, but Lucian kept on trying to convince her, ¡°Remi¡¯s not the hot¨Cheaded teenager he

    used to be: you telling him won¡¯t make a difference.¡°.

    Tears fell from her eyes. ¡°Lucian, are you refusing to help me?¡±

    Back when Daniel had her pinned against the wall, she felt nothing but terror, and yet she thought that

    she couldn¡¯t let Daniel seed, because Remi would go nuts.

    He would surely avenge her, just like he did back then, his hands stained with blood. So she had to

    protect herself and deal with Daniel on her own.

    That was what she was thinking, and she didn¡¯t hold back at all when she fought back. In that moment,

    Remington was Lizetta¡¯s armor, making her fearless.

    But now, as she saw Remington¡¯s indifferent departure, she felt herself ridiculous.

    When she was in trouble, Remington was with Evelina, while the Remington of her teenage years

    would have

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    risked his life for his sister.

    Would Remington, now with Evelina, do the same? Probably not.

    Perhaps all her worries and fears were just her wishful thinking.

    Remington was already pissed about her mermaid gig, and knowing about this would just add to the

    cold remarks, something Lizetta couldn¡¯t beat anymore.

    Besides, they were heading for divorce. If Remington knew and did something about it, she didn¡¯t want

    to owe

    him even more.

    And if he did nothing, would it mean she had even lost her brother? Lizetta feared she couldn¡¯t handle

    that oue either. Better to keep him in the dark, let this all blow over.

    ¡°Okay, okay, I¡¯ll do it your way. Stop the waterworks; you¡¯re making it look like I¡¯m the bad guy here.¡±This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .

    She couldn¡¯t help her tears, and Lucian surrenderedpletely, wiping them away for her as Lizetta

    broke into a smile through her fears.

    Back in the hallway, Remington stopped dead in his tracks, turned around, and saw this entire scene.

    That image, like an arrow through the eyes, was particrly hard to take. Remington clenched his fists

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    Lizetta was just about to say goodbye to Lucian when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

    She turned around in shock, only to see Remington had doubled back.

    He yanked off the coat belonging to Lucian that she was wearing and tossed it back to him. Before

    Lizetta could even process what was happening, Remington scooped her up again.

    The man was cold as ice all over, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze on Lucian icy and distant, ¡°Aren¡¯t you

    leaving? Need an invite for a cup of tea or something?¡±

    His disdain was as in as day, and Lucian was lost for words.

    ¡°Speaking of which, I¡¯ve been away for years. You and Liz got hitched, and I¡¯ve never even dropped by.

    It¡¯s not too much to ask for a cup of tea, right?¡±

    Lucian took a step forward, but Remington stood there expressionless, like an insurmountable iceberg.

    Lucian stopped in his tracks, resigned, ¡°Alright, alright, I¡¯ll go. Liz has a head injury, Remi; don¡¯t forget

    to take care of itter.¡±

    He voiced his concerns, but Remington shot back coldly. ¡°And why are you so concerned about her?¡±

    ¡°Come on, I¡¯m her brother, duh.¡± Lucian merely thought the question was weird.

    Remington¡¯s gaze turned colder. ¡°She¡¯s your sister¨Cinw. Don¡¯t make me say it a third time.¡±

    Lucian was speechless as Remington added, ¡°I can take care of my own wife. No need for outsiders to

    fret.¡±

    With that, Remington turned and carried Lizetta towards the vi. Lucian was left standing there, taking

    a moment before he raised his eyebrows with a chuckle. ¡°Seriously, jealous over that?¡±

    Shaking his head, he got into his car and said to hiswyer, ¡°Let¡¯s head to the hospital.¡±

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    He had to see if his rescue attempt was sessful. Hopefully, it was; otherwise, Lizetta might not get

    over the hurdle of taking a life, casting a lifelong shadow. Plus, it would be too easy an out for that

    bastard.

    Remington strode with long, quick steps. Lizetta, fearing she might fall, silently wrapped her arms

    around his neck, a frown on her face.

    ¡°Lucian was helping me out tonight. Even if you¡¯re not happy with me, you shouldn¡¯t have just snapped

    and sent him packing!¡±

    Remington nced down with a cold snort, ¡°If he¡¯s so great, why on earth did you climb into my bed in

    the first ce? You should¡¯ve climbed into his and married him instead. Grandma and his mom

    would¡¯ve been thrilled.¡±

    Lizetta felt as if her heart had been torn open, the cold wind cutting through.

    Lucian¡¯s father was the youngest son of the olddy and had passed away young. His mother lived a

    secluded life, upetitive and always fond of Lizetta.

    Lizetta and Lucian were about the same age, and Fiona had indeed wanted to match them up back in

    the day. but unfortunately, Lizetta and Lucian had no interest in each other, and then that incident

    happened.

    Lizetta clenched her fists, ¡°Yeah, I should have married Lucian. Maybe I could have been a champion¡¯s

    wife, mmm!¡±

    Her words were cut off as Remington suddenly bent down and sealed her lips with a fierce and urgent

    kiss.

    He sucked on her lips with a force that was rough and wild, stealing away all her thoughts and pulling

    her into his breath.

    Lizetta¡¯s head spun; she gasped for air, pushing against Remington¡¯s chest, trying to break free. But

    her rejection

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    and resistance only fueled the man¡¯s anger and Jealousy even more.

    He had already carried her into the foyer, cing her on the narrow shoe cab, kissing her deeper

    and leaving no room for resistance.

    The shoe cab was so narrow that Lizetta was forced to wrap her legs around his lean waist. After

    what she had been through that night, she had no mood for this, and his forcefulness brought back all

    the bad memories.

    Tears threatened to fall, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she bit Remington hard, ¡°Mmm,

    stop!¡±

    The taste of blood filled his mouth, and Remington also smelled a strange men¡¯s cologne on her. He

    thought it was Lucian¡¯s scent, and his eyes narrowed with cold fury.

    ¡°Stop? After all the tricks you pulled to lure me back, now you want to y hard to get again?¡± He

    scoffed coldly. and then he seemed to lose all control, pressing down on her with a heavy breath.

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    His hand, bold and invasive, snuck up Lizetta¡¯s dress hem to the softness beneath, grabbing hold and

    kneading without restraint.

    The heat from his palm sent shivers down Lizetta¡¯s spine, triggering broken whimpers to escape from

    her throat.

    The air itself seemed to catch fire. But then, the massive crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly

    flicked on, its blinding light shattering all that had been suggestive and intimate.

    Before Lizetta could even get her bearings, a snarky, mocking voice echoed from the direction of the

    couch.

    ¡°Well, no wonder no one¡¯s picking up the phone, you two seem to be quite the busy bees! Even if

    you¡¯re in a rush, pick a better spot, for heaven¡¯s sake! Talk about indecent!¡±

    It was Hanna¡¯s voice.

    Busted by the mother¨Cinw in the act, Lizetta was a mix of embarrassment and indignation. She

    pushed against Remington, trying to straighten her messed¨Cup clothes, aiming to hop down to the

    ground.

    Remington just knitted his brows for a second, and then cool as a cucumber, he chimed in, ¡°This is our

    house, and the one who needs to mind the asion is you, Mom! And if you knew we were busy, you

    shouldn¡¯t have barged in uninvited!¡±

    With that, the man scooped Lizetta up and strode toward the staircase.

    Hanna, her face turning white with rage, retorted, ¡°What on earth are you saying! And what, she can¡¯t

    walk on her own two legs? You¡¯ve been carrying her since she was little!¡±

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    Lizetta had indeed been carried by Remington a lot over the years, but that was always just brotherly

    love.

    Hanna¡¯s words, on the other hand, clearly had a subtext.

    Lizetta had married Remington and had heard far dirtier gossip than this, but no one dared to say such

    things to Remington¡¯s face.

    Remington¡¯s expression darkened, but before he could speak, Lizetta snuggled into his embrace,

    shing a sickly sweet smile.

    She shot back at Hanna, ¡°I heard that Remi picked me up when I was just three days old. Not

    everyone¡¯s that lucky or blessed, to be carried by their husband frequently, right, Hanna?¡±

    Hanna came here to split them up, not to give them blessings. First, her son pissed her off, and now

    her daughter¨Cinw was adding insult to injury, making herplexion even worse.

    Lizetta, feeling under the weather and emotionally drained, just wanted to retreat to her room for a

    shower and a change of clothes.

    ¡°Put me down; you two talk. I¡¯m heading upstairs.¡±

    Lizetta struggled a bit, but Remington didn¡¯t let go. He addressed Hanna firmly, ¡°She¡¯s injured. Today¡¯s

    not a good day to entertain you. I¡¯ll have someone take you home.¡±

    As he was about to carry Lizetta upstairs, Hanna wouldn¡¯t have it. She had called Remington that day,

    got hung

    on after a few words, and when she tried a few more times, he didn¡¯t pick up. Calling Lizetta resulted in

    the same; her phone was unreachable.

    That was why Hanna had shown up in person and waited, only to find that after waiting for so long,

    they just got home and now wanted to shoo her awa

    Hanna mmed her hand on the coffee table, ¡°Neither of you is going anywhere! I have things to say,

    and we¡¯re going to clear the air today!¡±

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    Remington, as if deaf, continued upstairs with Lizetta in his arms. Hanna stood up from the couch,

    raising her

    voice.

    ¡°I went to the hospital today to get medicine for Joseph and happened to see Evelina heading to the

    maternity ward with her assistant. I found it odd, so I followed and asked the doctor. Turned out Evelina

    has been pregnant for over a month! How long were you nning to keep this a secret?¡±

    Lizetta was taken aback. No wonder Hanna was waiting here; she knew about Evelina¡¯s pregnancy.

    Any normal parent would scold their son for infidelity and feel sorry for the daughter¨Cinw, right?

    But clearly, Hanna didn¡¯t see it that way. She thought it was justified, because in her eyes, Lizetta never

    deserved respect to begin with.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, ¡°I know why you¡¯vee. I can get a di¡­¡±

    Her sentence was cut off by Remington, who frowned at Hanna and asked sternly, ¡°Who exactly told

    you that the child in her belly is mine?¡±

    n¡¯t his?

    Lizetta was stunned. What did he mean by that? Could it be that Evelina¡¯s child really wasn¡¯t his?

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    Hanna was stunned. When she called earlier, Remington had questioned her who told her that. But she

    read it as the kid was definitely Remington¡¯s; he just wanted to keep It hush¨Chush for now.

    ¡°The kid isn¡¯t yours? Then whose could it be?¡±

    After all, Evelina was Remington¡¯s ex, and she only went abroad because Lizetta swooped in and

    snatched Remington, leaving Evelina heartbroken.

    And now Evelina¡¯s flying back home on Remington¡¯s private jet. If the kid wasn¡¯t his, then who else?

    Remington frowned slightly, ¡°That¡¯s a weird question, Mom. I¡¯m a married man; my wife is right here.

    You should¡¯ve asked me that when your daughter¨Cinw¡¯s pregnant.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart was racing, and she grabbed onto Remington¡¯s shirt, her breath catching in her throat.

    ¡°Remington, are you refusing to admit it because you don¡¯t want Evelina to bebeled as a home

    wrecker? Or is it because you don¡¯t want a divorce from Lizetta? You can¡¯t do this! The kid is flesh and

    blood of the Dashiell family, and right now, the Dashiell family needs this child! Joseph¡¯s illness¡­

    Hanna didn¡¯t buy any of Remington¡¯s words. She had checked with the hospital, and since Evelina

    came back to the country, all the hospital and medical expenses were being paid from Remington¡¯s

    personal ount.

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    Remington was even apanying Evelina to the doctor¡¯s appointments. The nurses said he seemed

    very concerned about the child, and Evelina herself hinted that the child was indeed Remington¡¯s.

    Remington cut Hanna off, his voice suddenly turned ice¨Ccold, ¡°I¡¯ve already said, Joseph¡¯s illness

    doesn¡¯t need a bone marrow transnt, and Evelina¡¯s child is none of my business. Stop eyeballing

    that kid!¡±

    Hanna was taken aback by his tone, her face tuming sour.

    Lizetta was shocked. The mother¨Cson rtionship between Hanna and Remington wasn¡¯t exactly

    warm and fuzzy, but Remington had always shown respect to his parents.

    At least Lizetta had never heard him speak to Hanna with such severity. To protect Evelina¡¯s baby, he

    was willing to throw shade at Hanna.

    Was he worried that Hanna was eyeing Evelina¡¯s child as a potential cure for Joseph¡¯s ailment, and

    that was why he was denying the child was his?

    Lizetta¡¯s pounding heart gradually calmed down.

    Remington didn¡¯t say anything more. He scooped Lizetta up and headed upstairs, their figures quickly

    disappearing around the stairwell.

    Hanna was breathing heavily, leaning on the stair railing.

    But she and Lizetta were on the same page. As soon as Joseph¡¯s illness was mentioned, Remington

    got all worked up about Evelina¡¯s child. The kid had to be Remington¡¯s, no doubt about it.

    Hanna scoffed coldly and, grabbing her purse, stormed out.

    Upstairs.

    Lizetta was carried into the bedroom by Remington. He tried to put her down on the bed, but she

    wriggled free.

    ¡°I feel dirty and want to shower first. Put me down.¡±

    She was still reeking of some strange man¡¯s cologne, and Remington was suddenly reminded of it, the

    scent seemingly growing stronger.

    The man looked down and sneered, ¡°You realize you¡¯re dirty, huh?¡±

    He was offhand about it, but she took it to heart. She felt like she had plunged Into icy waters, the

    Image of being pinned against the wall by Daniel shing before her eyes again.

    Yes, he was right; she was dirty. Her face turned pale, and with a sudden burst of strength, she pushed

    Remington away fiercely.

    ¡°I might be dirty, but I¡¯m nowhere near as filthy as you! Go take care of your Evelina and her child!¡°*

    She dashed into the bathroom, seemingly deeply unsettled. Remington staggered back a few steps, his

    handsome face cold as ice; then he walked over to the bathroom door to turn the handle.

    Lizetta had locked the door from inside, and the sound of rushing water was loud. The water was so

    loud that Remington frowned and knocked twice on the door, but whether she couldn¡¯t hear or just

    didn¡¯t want to respond, there was no reaction.

    Biting down on his back teeth, Remington barely managed to suppress his anger and left the master

    bedroom.

    Inside the bathroom.

    Lizetta turned on the shower, cranking it up to full st. Not waiting for the water to warm, she stood

    under the showerhead, letting the cold water drench her from head to toe.

    She scrubbed at herself forcefully, but that sticky, nauseating feeling seemed to cling to her skin, as if it

    would never wash away.

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    Her hands always seemed to have this lingering stench of blood. Lizetta, with her head tilted back, let

    her tears mix with the water and disappear without a trace.

    She felt pretty pathetic. Even when Evelina had answered her desperate call for help, she couldn¡¯t

    bring Herself to hate Remington.

    Because even though Remington didn¡¯te to her rescue, it was him who taught her how to survive

    on her

    own.

    That incident when she was twelve left a dark shadow in her heart. For a while at school, she¡¯d freak

    out. whenever a middle¨Caged male teacher got too close ¨C so much so that she couldn¡¯t even function

    normally at school.

    It was Remington who would cycle with her every day to clear her head and take her to see a therapist.

    She didn¡¯t have much faith in therapists, so Remington learned about desensitization therapy by

    shadowing one and did a ton of research.

    Eventually, he took it upon himself to guide her through the desensitization exercises. In the dark, he¡¯d

    y different roles, pushing her to face and ovee her fears.

    He¡¯d then take her out to meet all sorts of middle¨Caged men, offering encouragement and support until

    she got better.

    If not for that, she would have been aplete mess tonight, trapped in her painful memories with no

    fight in her.

    Her ability to stay calm andposed under pressure came from the patience and care her brother

    had shown her in the past.

    How could she possibly hate him? He was her brother, after all.

    But it was that same tender care that turned the past four years of cold treatment into a bunch of

    knives. shing Lizetta to ribbons.

    The taste of having and then losing was like a slow poison, spreading every moment.

    A loud knock at the door jarred Lizetta from her thoughts. By then, she waspletely drained,

    slumped in a corner against the wall.

    ¡°Lizetta!? Open up, did you fall asleep?¡±

    Forty minutes had passed since Remington had finished showering in the guest bathroom, and Lizetta

    still hadn¡¯t emerged.

    Remington knocked vigorously, yet only the sound of running water answered from inside. Frowning,

    the man stepped back, ready to kick the door in, but just then, the bathroom door swung open.

    Lizetta was wrapped in a towel, her face ashen and her hair still dripping wet.

    Remington¡¯s face turned stormy, ¡°Lizetta, what the hell were you doing in there?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head slightly at Remington, flinging droplets from her hair onto Remington¡¯s neck,

    cold as ice.

    Remington grabbed her wrist in a tight grip and sure enough, it was bone¨Cchilling. ¡°Lizetta! Are you

    trying to kill yourself? You were showering with cold water!¡±

    Looking at the furious Remington, Lizetta appeared somewhat innocent and dazed, ¡°Was I using cold

    water?¡±

    She had just stood under the showerhead feeling dirty. So filthy dirty, and she had scrubbed herself so

    hard that she didn¡¯t even feel the cold.

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    At the sight of her lips trembling and her whole body on the verge of copsing, Remington¡¯s instinct

    was to pin her down on the bed and spank her senseless.

    Annoyed, he picked her up. ¡°Has the cold water destroyed your brain? Just keep it up!¡±

    He tucked her into the covers and went back to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water.

    Coming out of the bathroom, Lizetta hugged herself under the covers, shivering from the cold.

    Remington was grinding his teeth, tempted to just throw her out, covers and all, to save himself the

    headache.

    But that thoughtsted less than half a minute in his mind.

    When he snapped back to reality, his body seemed to have its own response, already stripped down

    and lying in the covers, having also stripped her bathrobe and holding her tightly in his arms.

    Like he was hugging a snowman, the contrast of hot and cold made even Remington shiver.

    He lowered his head, his voice angry as he pressed against her cold ear, ¡°What the hell happened

    tonight?¡±

    Lizetta was way too out of it!

    Curled up in Remington¡¯s embrace, surrounded by a warmth and a familiarity that enveloped her, she

    closed her eyes, feeling her stiff body warming up anding back to life.

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    Lizetta sniffled and nuzzled her little face against Remington¡¯s chest, her damp hair sticking to his skin,

    tickling him with a cool itch.

    Remington pressed his lips slightly, ¡°Cut the act; it won¡¯t work! Do I need to list your recent

    shenanigans?¡±

    Lizetta wrapped her arms around Remington¡¯s waist, feeling his warmth seep into her, all that

    comforting. familiar scent.

    Her eyes brimming with heat, ¡°Don¡¯t wanna talk.¡±

    As her body warmed up, she btedly felt an extreme chill Lizetta snuggled closer into Remington¡¯s

    embrace, clinging tighter. He looked down at her with those deep, inscrutable eyes and didn¡¯t press

    further.

    His body was like a big ol¡® furnace, not losing any heat to Lizetta, but seeming to get even toastier.

    Lying there in his arms, Lizetta stopped shivering and felt a cozyfort, like she was back in the

    womb. Eyes closed, the exhaustion from her fear and tension washed over her.

    ¡°Lizetta, just try falling asleep on me!¡±

    Thinking she could just snooze her way out without exining anything? As if! Remington gave her a

    nudge, and Lizetta looked up at him, her eyebrows and eyes curving.

    ¡°Remi, you remind me of someone.¡±

    Something seemed to click in Remington, his eyes flickering, his voice tense, ¡°Who?¡±

    Lizetta smiled, ¡°Mama Bird.¡±

    His reaction to her unexpected answer was a moment of silence, then his lips pressed together in a

    sharp curve of restrained irritation.

    ¡°Mama Bird¡¯s a person?¡±

    Mama Bird, what the heck, wasn¡¯t that just a fancy way of calling someone a beast? He suspected she

    was implying he wasn¡¯t human and scoffed, tossing her aside, ¡°Let go! Scram.¡±

    Lizetta chuckled softly, herugh tinged with a bitter sweetness.

    Sometimes she truly felt like Remington was her Mama Bird, simply because he had scooped her up

    from the snowstorm when she was barely alive. Just like a chick imprinting on the first thing it saw, she

    hadtched onto him, and he had taken on the role of protector and caretaker.

    Like now, warming her with his body, he did it so naturally, as if it was an instinct etched in his bones.

    But he wasn¡¯t Mama Bird, and he had no obligation to her. It had always been unfair to him. Could it be

    that one day, if she got over her chickplex, she¡¯d stop loving him?

    ¡®Fine. I¡¯ll scram.¡±

    Lizetta let go and rolled to the other side of the bed, but before she got far, Remington pulled her back

    by the

    waist.

    He leaned over to grab a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand, flicked off the cap with his thumb, took

    a swig. and then leaned down to block Lizetta¡¯s lips with his own.

    The rich scent of alcohol and his breath overwhelmed her in an instant. Startled, Lizetta clenched her

    teeth, turning her head to dodge.

    ¡°Mmm, no, let go.¡±

    She struggled fiercely, and after swallowing the liquor, Remington gripped her chin.

    ¡°Didn¡¯t you said I¡¯m Mama Bird, so why the fuss?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed red from the struggle, her paleplexion receding, her moist eyes reflecting her

    damp hair like dewy begonia blossoms.

    Remington¡¯s eyes darkened, and Lizetta quickly panted out an excuse.

    ¡°I can¡¯t drink.¡±

    His deep gaze narrowed sarcastically, ¡°Oh, your intermittent alcohol allergy acting up again?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips, ¡°I¡¯ve got a bit of a cold; took some antibiotics this afternoon.

    Remington scrutinized her, his piercing gaze almost tangible. Lizetta bit her tongue, managing not to

    shy away guiltily from his stare.

    Just then, the phone rang abruptly.

    Remington was only trying to warm her up with the booze, not really digging into whether she had

    actually taken any antibiotics, so he put the bottle back and picked up the phone..

    It was Lucian calling. Before Remington could answer, Lizetta suddenly lifted her head from his chest.

    ¡°Come on, answer it!¡±

    She urged; her own phone was busted and left at the police station¡¯s evidence room.

    Lucian calling at this time must be about something important, possibly concerning Daniel, and

    naturally, Lizetta was anxious.

    Remington saw her eagerness and kept a cool face, though his eyes turned icy as he said, ¡°You want

    to talk to him so badly; shall I hand you the phone?¡±

    His tone was dripping with irony, but Lizetta, in her haste, didn¡¯t catch it and reached for the phone he

    offered to swipe the answer.

    ¡°Lucian, it¡¯s me.¡±

    Before she could finish, the phone was snatched away.

    Remington¡¯s face slightly stern, ¡°Been back a few days and your body clock still off? Still on overseas

    time?¡±

    ¡°Did I interrupt your rest, Remi?¡±

    ¡°d you know!¡±

    ¡°I just have a few words to say to Litchi; can you pass her the phone?¡±

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    Lizetta sniffled and nuzzled her little face against Remington¡¯s chest, her damp hair sticking to his skin,

    tickling him with a cool itch.

    Remington pressed his lips slightly. ¡°Cut the act; it won¡¯t work! Do I need to list your recent

    shenanigans?¡±

    Lizetta wrapped her arms around Remington¡¯s waist, feeling his warmth seep into her, all that

    comforting. familiar scent.

    Her eyes brimming with heat, ¡°Don¡¯t wanna talk.¡±

    As her body warmed up, she btedly felt an extreme chill. Lizetta snuggled closer into Remington¡¯s

    embrace, clinging tighter. He looked down at her with those deep, inscrutable eyes and didn¡¯t press

    further.

    His body was like a big ol¡® furnace, not losing any heat to Lizetta, but seeming to get even toastier.

    Lying there in his arms, Lizetta stopped shivering and felt a cozyfort, like she was back in the

    womb. Eyes closed, the exhaustion from her fear and tension washed over her.

    ¡°Lizetta, just try falling asleep on me!¡±

    Thinking she could just snooze her way out without exining anything? As if! Remington gave her a

    nudge, and Lizetta looked up at him, her eyebrows and eyes curving.

    ¡°Remi, you remind me of someone.¡±

    Something seemed to click in Remington, his eyes flickering, his voice tense, ¡°Who?¡±

    Lizetta smiled, ¡°Mama Bird.¡±

    His reaction to her unexpected answer was a moment of silence, then his lips pressed together in a

    sharp curve of restrained irritation.

    ¡°Mama Bird¡¯s a person?*

    Mama Bird, what the heck, wasn¡¯t that just a fancy way of calling someone a beast? He suspected she

    was implying he wasn¡¯t human and scoffed, tossing her aside, ¡°Let go! Scram.¡±

    Lizetta chuckled softly, herugh tinged with a bitter sweetness.

    Sometimes she truly felt like Remington was her Mama Bird, simply because he had scooped her up

    from the snowstorm when she was barely alive. Just like a chick imprinting on the first thing it saw, she

    hadtched onto him, and he had taken on the role of protector and caretaker.

    Like now, warming her with his body, he did it so naturally, as if it was an instinctretched in his bones..

    But he wasn¡¯t Mama Bird, and he had no obligation to her. It had always been unfair to him. Could it be

    that one. day, if she got over her chickplex, she¡¯d stop loving him?

    ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll scram.¡±

    Lizetta let go and rolled to the other side of the bed, but before she got far, Remington pulled her back

    by the waist.

    He leaned over to grab a bottle of whiskey from the nightstand, flicked off the cap with his thumb, took

    a swig. and then leaned down to block Lizetta¡¯s lips with his own.

    The rich scent of alcohol and his breath overwhelmed her in an instant. Startled, Lizetta clenched her

    teeth, turning her head to dodge.

    ¡°Mmm, no, let go.¡±

    She struggled fiercely, and after swallowing the liquor, Remington gripped her chin.

    ¡°Didn¡¯t you said I¡¯m Mama Bird, so why the fuss?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed red from the struggle, her paleplexion receding, her moist eyes reflecting her

    damp hair like dewy begonia blossoms.

    Remington¡¯s eyes darkened, and Lizetta quickly panted out an excuse.

    ¡°I can¡¯t drink.¡±

    His deep gaze narrowed sarcastically, ¡°Oh, your intermittent alcohol allergy acting up again?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips. ¡°I¡¯ve got a bit of a cold; took some antibiotics this afternoon.¡±

    Remington scrutinized her, his piercing gaze almost tangible. Lizetta bit her tongue, managing not to

    shy away guiltily from his stare.

    Just then, the phone rang abruptly.

    Remington was only trying to warm her up with the booze, not really digging into whether she had

    actually taken any antibiotics, so he put the bottle back and picked up the phone.

    It was Lucian calling. Before Remington could answer, Lizetta suddenly lifted her head from his chest.

    ¡°Come on, answer it!¡±

    She urged; her own phone was busted and left at the police station¡¯s evidence room.

    Lucian calling at this time must be about something important, possibly concerning Daniel, and

    naturally, Lizetta was anxious.

    Remington saw her eagerness and kept a cool face, though his eyes turned icy as he said, ¡°You want

    to talk to him so badly; shall I hand you the phone?¡±

    His tone was dripping with irony, but Lizetta, in her haste, didn¡¯t catch it and reached for the phone he

    offered to swipe the answer.

    ¡°Lucian, it¡¯s me.¡±

    Before she could finish, the phone was snatched away.

    Remington¡¯s face slightly stern, ¡°Been back a few days and your body clock still off? Still on overseas

    time?¡±

    ¡°Did I interrupt your rest, Remi?¡±

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    ¡°d you know!¡±

    ¡°I just have a few words to say to Litchi; can you pass her the phone?¡±

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    ¡°If you¡¯ve got something to say, talk with me,¡± before Remington¡¯s voice trailed off, Lizetta, draped in a

    bathrobe, got up and swiped the phone away.

    Lizetta hopped off the bed and strutted over to the balcony, her voice tight with tension.

    ¡°Is he dead?¡±

    ¡°He¡¯s been revived and is out of danger, moved to a regr ward.¡±

    Lucian, standing at the end of the hospital hallway, heard Lizetta¡¯s long sigh of relief through the phone

    and arched his lips upwards, ¡°Feeling better now? Get some rest; I¡¯ll take care of the rest for you.¡±

    ¡°Thanks, Lucian,¡± Lizetta, leaning on the railing, let out a relieved smile. No matter what, the guy didn¡¯t

    kick the bucket, and that took a load off her mind.

    Lucian, however, touched his nose, ¡°Did I just rain on your parade with Remi? Remi¡¯s got quite the

    temper. Better hang up now.¡±

    Before Lizetta could even catch on, the call was ended. Lizetta clutched the phone, her cheeks turned

    a shade of red as she realized Lucian got the wrong end of the stick.

    She turned and walked back into the room, only to find Remington stepping out of the dressing room.

    Stunned by his ready¨Cto¨Cgo outfit, she approached him, handing back the phone as she exined, ¡°I

    ran into some bikers today, got mugged, lost my phone and bag. Just now Lucian called to say they

    found my bag.¡±

    Remington took the phone, seemingly unfazed by the danger she had faced tonight. With a cold face,

    he snatched the phone, tucked it into his suit pocket, and strode off.

    Lizetta caught his sleeve, ¡°Heading out thiste? Oh, did you change the dressing? Let me do it for yo

    you.¡±

    She hadn¡¯t forgotten her promise to temporarily return to Oakridge Heights was all because of the gash

    on Remington¡¯s arm. Plus, she was a bit scared tonight and wished Remington would stay.

    But Remington pulled his sleeve back, ¡°No need, who doesn¡¯t know how to change a dressing?¡±

    With that, he didn¡¯t give Lizetta another chance to keep him and walked away with long strides. Lizetta

    watched his fading figure, feeling as cold as she had felt warm in his arms just moments ago.

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    Downstairs, a car sound faded into silence.

    Hadn¡¯t he told Lucian that he¡¯d take care of his own wife? Had he forgotten? Lizetta swayed slightly,

    realizing she had been standing frozen for far too long.

    The sound of running water in the bathroom was still going. She stepped inside; the hot water had

    already filled the tub.

    She soaked in a hot bath anyway, lying in bed afterward with her eyes closed, but all she could see

    were unpleasant images.

    The scent of Remington seemed to linger on the pillows and nkets. Tossing and turning, she

    eventually fell asleep clutching a pillow.

    Thick fog, barefoot, she ran through maze¨Clike alleys, footsteps shadowing her relentlessly. No matter

    how she tried to escape, she couldn¡¯t shake or outrun it, and suddenly a bloodied, ghastly face lunged

    out of the mist, choking her.

    ¡°Ahh!¡±

    Lizetta screamed, sitting up abruptly, drenched in a cold sweat as if she had been pulled from water.

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    Collecting herself, she went downstairs to find Edith emerging from the dining room. ¡°Mrs. Dashiell,

    breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it now?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, and Edith pointed to the coffee table, ¡°The two boxes together were sent over by

    Lucian this morning, and the other one beside them is from Mr. Dashiell for you.¡±

    Lizetta walked over, opening Lucian¡¯s box first- inside was a new purse and a brand¨Cnew phone with

    her SIM card already fitted, just like her old model.

    A smile curled on her lips as she wanted to send a message to thank Lucian. As she was about to

    close the app., she instinctively nced at Facebook, and immediately her feed showed Evelina¡¯s post.

    [In this world, when you¡¯re hurt, there¡¯s always someone who feels it more.]

    The photo was of blood¨Cstained gauze, and in thements, Shirley asked.

    [Who¡¯s the one that makes Eve¡¯s heart ache? I know, it¡¯s Remi!]

    As Lizetta recalled Remington¡¯s parting words from the night before about everyone knowing how to

    change the dressing, her lips curled sarcastically, and she logged off Facebook without a trace of

    emotion.

    She didn¡¯t even want to look at the box Remington left, but curiosity got the better of her because of its

    size, and she still lifted the lid.

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    After Lizetta had breakfast and just got into her car, her phone rang ¨C it was Ynda.

    She saw the news from the neighborhood chat group and was worried sick, so she asked

    for leave from the set and bolted.

    Lizetta met her at the caf¨¦, and they¡¯d barely exchanged a few words when thendlord called,

    sounding really ticked off, demanding Ynda get back ASAP.

    Lizetta went with Ynda back to the apartment, only to find their stuff chucked outside, all haphazard

    and messy. And to top it off, thendlord refused to refund over four

    months¡® worth of rent.

    ¡°The ce nearly turned into a haunted house, and I let you off easy not suing your butts! Renting to

    people like you was like bad karma! Thinking of getting your rent back? Dream

    on!¡±

    Thendlord was this hefty woman, nearly 200 pounds, hands on hips and looking fierce.

    ¡°What do you mean ¡®people like us¡®?¡±

    Ynda was fuming. She got thendlord being mad, and she came back all sincere, ready to talk it

    out, anything to sort things out.

    But thendlord was being nasty and throwing insults ¨C who could stand that?

    ¡°All spooked up, up to no good, causing a ruckus chasing men, and you still got the nerve to ask me?!¡±

    She gave Lizetta the once¨Cover with a look of utter disdain, as if she was staring at something filthy.

    It was one thing to talk smack about her, but saying things about Lizetta was off¨Climits Ynda lost it

    and grabbed the chunkyndlord, dragging her down the stairs.

    ¡°Are you fricking brain¨Cdead or justcking any sense of critical thinking? ming the victim ¨C you¡¯re

    so ¡®enlightened¡®, aren¡¯t you? Come with me!¡±

    Ynda was strong, and thendlord stumbled helplessly, getting scared and copsing on the stairs,

    wailing.

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    ¡°Assault! Someone¡¯s gonna murder me!¡±

    Ynda wanted to drag her to the neighborhoodmittee to settle this, but then thendlord

    suddenly yed the victim. Ynda snorted and rolled up her sleeves.

    ¡°Alright! Assault and murder, is it? Today you¡¯re gonna witness some real fighting spirit!

    Lizetta grabbed her, panic written all over her face, ¡°Stop! You¡¯re the eight¨Ctime boxing champ,

    unbeatable across the city! If you hit her, at the very least she¡¯ll end up with

    broken legs. Remember that thug you paralyzed for provoking you? Lucky for you, you were a minor

    then and avoided a record. Please, keep your cool!¡±

    Ynda turned around,pletely baffled.

    Was she really that badass?

    But she caught on quick, grinning menacingly, ¡°Let go! I¡¯ve got to teach her a lesson today. If anything

    happens, they will have my back!¡±

    Thendlord was usually not easy to fool, but she had just seen some medals and trophies while

    packing up, which seemed like legit boxing stuff.

    She swallowed hard, standing her ground.

    ¡°You can¡¯t scare me! It¡¯s my house, and I won¡¯t rent if I don¡¯t want to!¡±

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    ¡°Once a rental contract is signed, within the lease term, you have no right to evict someone without my

    clients¡® agreement.¡±

    Just then, a familiar melodious voice echoed up the stairwell. Lizetta turned to see Hogan, d in a

    gray suit, climbing the stairs.

    He caught her surprised look, smiled slightly behind his sses, and then addressed thendlord, ¡°I¡¯m

    theirwyer, Hogan White; here to deal with this situation.¡±

    Hogan had that elite vibe, the kind ofposed and meticulous aura shared by doctors andwyers.

    Thendlord¡¯s eyes flickered even more, and Ynda, unsatisfied, yanked Hogan aside, raising her

    fist, ¡°You¡¯re early. Go downstairs. After I¡¯ve knocked some sense into her, you cane up and sort it

    out.¡±

    Both thendlord and Lizetta were speechless. Hogan paused too, and then spoke to the

    ¡°If there¡¯s been an incident, it means the house is unsafe, and breaking the lease is even less

    appropriate. If we go to court, you¡¯ll be on the hook for damages and breach of contract fees. If you¡¯re

    really not willing to refund the rent, we¡¯ll have to take legal action.¡±

    Thendlord¡¯s defenses were down, and she shouted, ¡°I¡¯ll refund it!¡±

    Hogan looked at Ynda, who quickly passed over the payment code.

    ¡°Just refund the rent, forget the breach of contract fee,¡±

    After all the drama, the ce might be hard to rent out for a while. She had nned to renew the lease

    for another year, figuring the incident would be old news by then, and thendlord wouldn¡¯t lose out.

    But she hadn¡¯t counted on this attitude.

    Once thendlord transferred the money and stood up to leave, Ynda blocked her way with a foot

    against the wall.

    ¡°Apologizer¡±

    Thendlord caved in, quickly turned around and mumbled an apology to Lizetta.

    Ynda dropped her leg, and thendlord bolted upstairs, mming the door like she was being

    chased by ghosts.

    The hallway went quiet, and the three of them looked at each other and simultaneously burst into

    laughter.

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    ¡°Nice one, Dr. White, you¡¯ve got some acting chops!¡± Ynda pats Hogan on the shoulder ¡°Right back

    at ya.¡±

    Lizetta looked at Hogan, puzzled, ¡°Weren¡¯t you off doing medical aid? What brings you here?¡±

    ¡°Just got back. Was worried about you girls being here, just in case, so I left the security guy my

    number to ring me up if there¡¯s any trouble. Let¡¯s get out of here.¡±

    Hogan bent down to pick up tworge luggage bags and headed downstairs first, ¡°Don¡¯t lift a finger; I¡¯ll

    come back for the rest.¡±

    As his tall figure descended, Ynda nudged Lizetta with her shoulder.

    ¡°Remington¡¯s given you a lift home before too, right? But I never saw him leave his number like that. Dr.

    White¡¯s really quite a catch, uh!¡±

    Lizetta mped her hand over Ynda¡¯s mouth, ¡°You¡¯re quite the actress yourself. Hurry up and pack;

    you really want him toe back up here?!¡±

    She grabbed two cardboard boxes, and Ynda, knowing she didn¡¯t want to talk about it, dropped the

    subject.

    After they load everything into the trunk of Hogan¡¯s car, they all hopped in, and he said, ¡°Finding a

    temporary rental could be tough. I happen to have a two¨Cbedroom ce nearby that¡¯s just sitting

    empty. Why don¡¯t you check it out?¡±

    Before Lizetta could reply, Hogan seemed to anticipate her concerns and added, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t

    let you crash for free. You¡¯ll pay rent. It¡¯s not good for the ce to be empty anyway, and a little extra

    cash never hurts. Plus, you can help me keep an eye on it ¨C it¡¯s a win¨Cwin.¡±

    Lizetta felt it was not quite right, but he¡¯d made his offer so generously, and after all, Ynda was in

    this mess because of her. Finding a spotst minute was a hassle.

    ¡°That would be a great help, Hogan.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s ce was obviously top¨Cnotch in terms of light,yout, and decor.

    Lizetta, nning to study abroad in just a month or two, had thought about renting a ce with Ynda

    after her divorce. A two¨Cbedroom apartment would be perfect.

    As they emerged from the bedroom, Lizetta turned to Hogan, ¡°Let¡¯s get the rental agreement signed,

    Hogan.¡±

    Hogan chuckled, ¡°No rush. It¡¯s almost noon after all this running around. Let¡¯s grab some lunch. I¡¯ll

    have someone prepare the contract and call you when it¡¯s ready.¡±

    ¡°Then Ynda and I will treat you to lunch.¡±

    Hogan, knowing her straightforwardness, raised an eyebrow and agreed.

    Lizetta picked out a trendy restaurant nearby. Once they were at the restaurant and had ordered,

    Lizetta raised her ss, ¡°Hogan, thanks for all your help today. I¡¯ll toast you with water instead of wine.¡±

    Smiling, Hogan was about to respond when a soft, melodic voice cut in, ¡°Hogan, what are you doing

    with these two?¡±

    Shirley stood a few steps away, decked out in a new sparkling dress from Brand X, clutching a tinum

    bag, looking down her nose at them.

    She red at Lizetta, thinking, ¡°This woman is born to be wild. She climbs into Remi¡¯s bed and now

    she¡¯s trying to snag Hogan too?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s good mood vanished. She picked up her ss and said, ¡°Haven¡¯t seen you in ages, and

    you¡¯re still stepping out without brushing your teeth? How about a free mouthwash to rinse out that

    stink?¡±

    She gestured as if to throw the water at Shirley, who scrambled back, nearly tripping over in her high

    heels.

    ¡°It would be a waste of water to douse you,¡± Ynda wore a look that read ¡°you¡¯re not worth it¡°, and

    casually took a sip of her water.

    Shirley, red¨Cfaced with anger yet managing to hold back tears, looked to Hogan with her eyes welling

    up, ¡°Hogan, they are bullying me.¡±

    Lizetta almost broke out in goosebumps from Shirley¡¯s suddenly whiny tone.

    Hogan kept a straight face, ¡°Ms. Shirley Dashiell, she who flirts is cheap.¡±

    Shirley was stunned, not getting it, and Ynda couldn¡¯t help butugh.

    ¡°The bimbo obviously didn¡¯t catch that. Liz, do the honors and recite the whole thing for her.¡±

    Prodded by Ynda, Lizetta reluctantly began, ¡°She who flirts is cheap. If you start trouble, you can¡¯t

    me anyone when you get hit.¡±

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    Ynda added, ¡°Let me trante for you. Being frivolous and impetuous degrades yourself. Better

    repent sooner thanter, esteemed Ms. Shirley Dashiell.¡±

    In a sh, Shirley¡¯s face turned from red to white, and tears started to fall, ¡°You guys are

    too much!¡±

    She turned and ran toward the door, ¡°Remi, Eve, I¡¯m being bullied!¡±

    At the moment, a few more people walked in, with the most striking being a tall, handsome man

    apanied by a delicate woman. It was Remington and Evelina.

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    Joined at the hip, those lovebirds.

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    Just thinking about Evelina¡¯s Facebook post about changing the dressing made Lizetta wanna hurl.

    When Remington¡¯s gaze floated over, Lizetta quickly looked down, scalded the curry with hot water,

    and ced them in front of Ynda and Hogan.

    ¡°Remi! Are you just gonna stand there and watch them pick on me?¡± Shirley whined for ages, but

    Remington didn¡¯t even bat an eyelid, which really ticked her off.

    Remington¡¯s eyes were still on Lizetta, noticing how her smile vanished into thin air the moment she

    saw him, and how she fussed over some other dude.

    The man¡¯s handsome face turned a shade darker as he withdrew his gaze.

    ¡°What do you mean, ¡®picking on you¡°?¡±

    ¡°I went over to say ¡®hi¡® to Hogan and Lizetta, all excited, and her friendes at me with water to throw

    in my face! Lizetta doesn¡¯t even take my side and starts mocking me, saying I¡¯m cheap.¡±

    Shirley made up a sob story, looking all wronged.

    Lizetta stood up and strutted over, chin up, her gaze at Remington dripping with sarcasm, ¡°Remington,

    why are you hanging out with these two?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes welled up, ¡°Sis, are you mad?¡±

    ¡°Not at all,¡± Lizetta said, the picture of innocence.

    ¡°Then why¡¯d you talk to Remington like that? You must¡¯ve gotten it wrong.¡±

    Shirley felt like she¡¯d heard Lizetta¡¯s words before. Realizing what was happening, she quickly tugged

    at Evelina.

    Evelina turned, seeing Shirley looking all panicky. She was confused, but Shirley was mentally cursing

    her for being such a lousy wingman today.

    Lizetta smirked, ¡°You got it wrong. I was just saying ¡®hi¡® to you guys, exactly like Ms. Shirley Dashiell did

    just now!

    Evelina was mortified, and Shirley was on the verge of actual tears.

    Remington cast a cold nce at her, ¡°You call that a happy greeting?¡±

    Shirley felt embarrassed and wronged. Evelina opened her mouth to defend her, but she was the one

    who had just used Lizetta of having an attitude.

    ¡°Apologize!¡± Remingtonmanded Shirley coldly.

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    Shirley bit her lip, stubborn as ever. Lizetta scoffed and waved it off, ¡°Forget it, it¡¯s more than you can

    handle. Just don¡¯t disturb our meal, okay?¡±

    She turned to leave, but Remington grabbed her wrist.

    ¡°Shirley,¡± he said, his voice calm but clearly displeased.

    Shirley looked up, eyes red, ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±

    ¡°Sorry to whom?¡± Remington¡¯s patience was wearing thin.

    Shirley¡¯s tears started to fall; this time her apology seemed a lot more genuine, at least on the surface.

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    ¡°Lizetta, I¡¯m sorry for disturbing your meal.¡±

    Lizetta nodded coolly and struggled to signal Remington to let go. Remington looked at Ynda and

    Hogan, ¡°Since we¡¯ve bumped into each other, let¡¯s all head to the private

    room.¡±

    Lizetta pulled her hand away, ¡°No need, we¡¯ve already ordered.¡±

    Evelina said with a smile, ¡°They can bring the dishes to the private room;e on sis, it¡¯s been ages

    since we had a meal together after I came back.¡±

    She tried to link arms with Lizetta, who dodged with a raised hand, fed up, ¡°No, thanks.¡±

    Evelina bit her lip, ¡°Sis, are you still mad at me?¡±

    Ynda walked over and put her arm around Lizetta¡¯s shoulders, ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, you always have so

    much on your mind. I get social anxiety, I get indigestion around strangers, and of course, Liz needs to

    consider that.¡±

    She walked off with Lizetta, while Remington¡¯s gaze lingered on Hogan for a moment before leading

    the others away.

    Lizetta sat back down, and Ynda gave her a thumbs up.

    ¡°Liz, your acting¡¯s not bad either; you nailed that Shrew Shirley!¡±

    ¡°Shrew Shirley?¡±

    Hogan exined, ¡°She¡¯s like some woman who always stay with nostrils in the air, stinking to high

    heaven, and is practically a rat.¡±

    She turned to Hogan, ¡°Hogan, you know Shirley?¡±

    Hogan simply said, ¡°Met a few times, not close.¡±

    ¡°But Ms. Shirley Dashiell seems to have a huge crush on you, Dr. White,¡± Ynda teased, her eyes like

    a love radar.

    Hogan¡¯s smile grew slowly, ¡°But I¡¯ve already got someone I have a crush on, and it¡¯s not

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    Ms. Shirley Dashiell.¡±

    His gaze unintentionally fell on Lizetta, who caught the overly tender look behind his sses and

    paused, her mind elsewhere.

    Shirley had got her nose in the air, and Hogan was clearly from a notable family. But Lizetta hadn¡¯t

    heard Hogan talk about it, nor had she seen him in the usual circles; she always thought Hogan was

    just a regr doctor.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s nning to break into showbiz? The folks she was with are big names in the industry,¡±

    Ynda mentioned, as she was from a film academy and, though she hadn¡¯tnded a role yet, she¡¯d

    been on movie sets doing stunts, so she knew her showbiz folks.

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    Sure, she knew them, but they didn¡¯t know her from a can of paint.

    When Lizetta thought about Remington sshing out big bucks for Evelina¡¯s music, she

    didn¡¯t feel it strange.

    ¡°Probably, yeah.¡±

    ¡°Pfft, with Evelina¡¯s violin skills, trying to hit it big in the art scene is a dead end. No wonder she¡¯s

    shelling out for tunes. She¡¯s got her sights set on using her violinist gig as a stepping stone before

    diving headfirst into showbiz.¡±

    Ynda clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed.

    Lizetta kept mum. Remington wasying down the red carpet for Evelina, spoon¨Cfeeding her

    opportunities, even stooping to wine and dine with her. Talked about bending over backward.

    Just thinking about Evelina¡¯s Facebook post about changing the dressing made Lizetta wanna hurl.

    When Remington¡¯s gaze floated over, Lizetta quickly looked down, scalded the curry with hot water,

    and ced them in front of Ynda and Hogan.

    ¡°Remi! Are you just gonna stand there and watch them pick on me?¡± Shirley whined for ages, but

    Remington didn¡¯t even bat an eyelid, which really ticked her off.

    Remington¡¯s eyes were still on Lizetta, noticing how her smile vanished into thin air the moment she

    saw him, and how she fussed over some other dude.

    The man¡¯s handsome face turned a shade darker as he withdrew his gaze.

    ¡°What do you mean, ¡®picking on you¡°?¡±

    ¡°I went over to say ¡®hi¡® to Hogan and Lizetta, all excited, and her friendes at me with water to throw

    in my face! Lizetta doesn¡¯t even take my side and starts mocking me, saying I¡¯m cheap.¡±

    Shirley made up a sob story, looking all wronged.

    Lizetta stood up and strutted over, chin up, her gaze at Remington dripping with sarcasm, ¡°Remington,

    why are you hanging out with these two?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes welled up, ¡°Sis, are you mad?¡±

    ¡°Not at all,¡± Lizetta said, the picture of innocence.

    ¡°Then why¡¯d you talk to Remington like that? You must¡¯ve gotten it wrong.¡±

    Shirley felt like she¡¯d heard Lizetta¡¯s words before. Realizing what was happening, she quickly tugged

    at Evelina.

    Evelina turned, seeing Shirley looking all panicky. She was confused, but Shirley was mentally cursing

    her for being such a lousy wingman today.

    Lizetta smirked, ¡°You got it wrong. I was just saying ¡®hi¡® to you guys, exactly like Ms. Shirley Dashiell did

    just now!

    Evelina was mortified, and Shirley was on the verge of actual tears.

    Remington cast a cold nce at her, ¡°You call that a happy greeting?¡±

    Shirley felt embarrassed and wronged. Evelina opened her mouth to defend her, but she was the one

    who had just used Lizetta of having an attitude.

    ¡°Apologize!¡± Remingtonmanded Shirley coldly.

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    Shirley bit her lip, stubborn as ever. Lizetta scoffed and waved it off, ¡°Forget it, it¡¯s more than you can

    handle. Just don¡¯t disturb our meal, okay?¡±

    She turned to leave, but Remington grabbed her wrist.

    ¡°Shirley,¡± he said, his voice calm but clearly displeased.

    Shirley looked up, eyes red, ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±

    ¡°Sorry to whom?¡± Remington¡¯s patience was wearing thin.

    Shirley¡¯s tears started to fall; this time her apology seemed a lot more genuine, at least on the surface.

    ¡°Lizetta, I¡¯m sorry for disturbing your meal.¡±

    Lizetta nodded coolly and struggled to signal Remington to let go. Remington looked at Ynda and

    Hogan, ¡°Since we¡¯ve bumped into each other, let¡¯s all head to the private

    room.¡±

    Lizetta pulled her hand away, ¡°No need, we¡¯ve already ordered.¡±

    Evelina said with a smile, ¡°They can bring the dishes to the private room;e on sis, it¡¯s been ages

    since we had a meal together after I came back.¡±

    She tried to link arms with Lizetta, who dodged with a raised hand, fed up, ¡°No, thanks.¡±

    Evelina bit her lip, ¡°Sis, are you still mad at me?¡±

    Ynda walked over and put her arm around Lizetta¡¯s shoulders, ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, you always have so

    much on your mind. I get social anxiety, I get indigestion around strangers, and of course, Liz needs to

    consider that.¡±

    She walked off with Lizetta, while Remington¡¯s gaze lingered on Hogan for a moment before leading

    the others away.

    Lizetta sat back down, and Ynda gave her a thumbs up.

    ¡°Liz, your acting¡¯s not bad either; you nailed that Shrew Shirley!¡±

    ¡°Shrew Shirley?¡±

    Hogan exined, ¡°She¡¯s like some woman who always stay with nostrils in the air, stinking to high

    heaven, and is practically a rat.¡±

    She turned to Hogan, ¡°Hogan, you know Shirley?¡±

    Hogan simply said, ¡°Met a few times, not close.¡±

    ¡°But Ms. Shirley Dashiell seems to have a huge crush on you, Dr. White,¡± Ynda teased, her eyes like

    a love radar.

    Hogan¡¯s smile grew slowly, ¡°But I¡¯ve already got someone I have a crush on, and it¡¯s not

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    Ms. Shirley Dashiell.¡±

    His gaze unintentionally fell on Lizetta, who caught the overly tender look behind his sses and

    paused, her mind elsewhere.

    Shirley had got her nose in the air, and Hogan was clearly from a notable family. But Lizetta hadn¡¯t

    heard Hogan talk about it, nor had she seen him in the usual circles; she always thought Hogan was

    just a regr doctor.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s nning to break into showbiz? The folks she was with are big names in the industry,¡±

    Ynda mentioned, as she was from a film academy and, though she hadn¡¯tnded a role yet, she¡¯d

    been on movie sets doing stunts, so she knew her showbiz folks.

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    Then the waiter brought the dishes, and Ynda, not wanting to make Lizetta feel awkward, dropped

    the subject.

    But no sooner than the food hit the table, Hogan¡¯s phone buzzed. Picking up, he frowned after a few

    words.

    ¡°What¡¯s up, Hogan?¡±

    ¡°Got an emergency. I need to dash back for a ventriculoperitoneal shunt surgery. Sorry, afraid I can¡¯t

    give you a rideter.¡±

    He stood up, and Lizetta quickly waved him off, ¡°Go!¡±

    Hogan gave an apologetic smile and made a beeline for the exit.

    ¡°Man, being a doc is no cakewalk. Can¡¯t even enjoy a good meal.¡±

    Ynda sighed and was about to dig in when she realized she was about to chow down on some

    sliced beef. Her utensil quivered, and the beef plunged back into her te.

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    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but snicker at her startled reaction.

    The restaurant was decked out in traditional style. Hogan stepped out and paused in the courtyard,

    looking up at the second floor.

    Gingko leaves tinged with autumn hues, the carved windows open to the east, a man in a ck suit

    stood at the window, the midday sun dancing across his sharp brow, not softening his aura of aloof

    solitude one bit.

    It was Remington, a man green with jealousy.

    The moment Hogan got the call from the hospital, he knew this wasn¡¯t just a coincidence.

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    Remington¡¯s hand was all over it.

    Eyes locked, Hogan¡¯s expression stayed put, giving a cordial nod before striding away. He was a

    doctor, after all. Whether the surgery was legit or not, he couldn¡¯t afford to waste time.

    Lizetta had 2 small appetite. Even though she was eating for two now, by the time she was fuli,

    Ynda was just getting into the swing of things.

    Good thing that girl worked off her food with all the exercises she did. Lizetta told her to take her time

    and headed for the restroom.

    While washing her hands, voices started up outside.

    ¡°Eve, I¡¯m so jealous of you. Remi loves you so much, thinking of everything for you. With Remi paving

    the way, you¡¯ll be A¨Clist this time next year!¡±

    ¡°You too, let¡¯s give it our all.¡±

    Shirley and Evelina came in all lovey¨Cdovey, not a hint of surprise on Lizetta¡¯s face.

    Shirley wanted to savor Lizetta¡¯s green¨Ceyed misery, but Lizetta¡¯s face gave away nothing. She barely

    nced at them before making a beeline for the door.

    Evelin

    stepped forward, and Lizetta hastily retreated, moving so quickly it nearly gave Shirley a fright.

    ¡°What¡¯s your deal? Jumping at shadows!¡± Shirley snapped.

    Lizetta smirked, ¡°Gotta watch out for scammers, right? If she takes a tumble and mes me for hurting

    her little golden nugget, who am I gonna argue with?¡±

    Lizetta grabbed her phone, hit record, and faced Shirley and Evelina as she walked away.

    Shirley, fuming, grabbed Lizetta, mindful of the recording, and changed her tune.

    ¡°Sorry about that, Lizetta. We didn¡¯t realize you were here. Remi¡¯s setting up a showbizpany for

    Eve, making her a star. You heard all about it, right? The folks we dined with today are big¨Cname

    directors and producers. You don¡¯t mind, do you?

    By the way, Remi dropped 200 grand just so Eve could y her idol¡¯s tune once. Bet you never

    guessed Remi had such a romantic side, huh?¡±

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow. She knew alright. Remington wasn¡¯t being romantic; he was being yed

    for a sucker.

    Evelina¡¯s smile was radiant, ¡°Sis, you¡¯re so pretty; why not join us in showbiz? Don¡¯t worry; I¡¯ll talk to

    Remington for you.¡±

    Shirley immediately chimed in, ¡°Eve, you¡¯re too kind. Showbiz is all about being loved. You need good

    connections to make it. What hope does Lizetta have?¡±

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    The insinuation was clear: Lizetta was the type people loved to hate,

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand their bragging and boasting, She nodded, her gazending on Evelina¡¯s belly.

    ¡°No offense, but I¡¯ve never seen a baby bump debut. But hey, you¡¯re a special case, Who knows,

    maybe you¡¯ll make it big riding on that bump, Good luck.¡±

    She shook off Shirley¡¯s grasp and walked away, leaving behind a trail of Shirley¡¯s indignant

    curses.

    Heading back to the main hall, Lizetta didn¡¯t expect to be swept up by a strong arm around her waist

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    familiar woody scent of a man hit Lizetta before she could even get a good look at

    but she knew instantly who it was.

    She furrowed her brows, yet Remington reached out, his big hand pressing against her forehead.

    Feeling under the weather? You look like death warmed up, yet here you are out dining with folks.¡±

    Lizetta had taken a cold bathst night, slept terribly, and even had a nightmare. Pregnant and having

    decided to keep the baby, she hadn¡¯t bothered with makeup since, and it showed, although she still

    looked pretty stunning..

    Lizetta brushed Remington¡¯s hand away with a cool, indifferent voice, ¡°I¡¯m fine. Mr. Dashiell, busy as a

    bee, managed to make time for lunch with others too, right?¡±

    As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was lifted by the man, forcing her to meet his gaze. The

    lighting in the corner was poor, and with the man¡¯s head bowed, his handsome features were half in

    shadow, his pupils oozing danger.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell? My, my, I seem to be donning quite a few hats around you.¡±

    Lizetta gave a fakeugh, ¡°If you don¡¯t like it, I can stick to Remington Dashiell.¡±

    ¡°Pick something more endearing or don¡¯t expect me to let go.¡±

    Lizetta rolled her eyes, ¡°Like what?¡±

    Remington leaned in, his forehead against hers, his deep voice vibrating near her nose. He uttered,

    ¡°Try ¡®honey¡®.¡±

    Lizetta thought her ears were busted. It¡¯d been two years, and he hadn¡¯t epted her as

    his wife.

    He didn¡¯t like her calling him ¡°Remi¡°, nor was he keen on ¡°honey¡°.

    Now, as she was gunning for a divorce and he was parading around with Evelina, he suddenly wanted

    her to call him ¡°honey¡±?

    ¡°Heh, Remington, are you kidding me?¡±

    Lizetta was sarcastic, and Remington, utterly dissatisfied with her reaction, lifted her face higher and

    nted a punishingly hot kiss on her lips.

    If all this pretty little mouth can do was spout stuff he hated, might as well bite it off and be done with it!

    Lizetta wanted to protest and curse, ¡°You jerk, Remington!¡± But all that came out was, ¡°Mmm, mmm!¡±

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    He must have been drinking, the taste of red wine seeping through their intertwined lips Lizetta thought

    about how it was all for schmoozing with Evelina, which made her eyes go red with anger. She tried to

    kick him.

    But the man pressed her even harder against the wall, his knee wedging her legs apart, his right thigh

    pressing into the crook of Lizetta¡¯s leg, and his hot hand tracing down along her waistline.

    Lizetta wanted to bite him, but he just chuckled derisively and kissed her even more aggressively,

    leaving her teeth and gums tingling.

    Just as Lizetta was about to burst into tears, she heard the sound of high heels. It was Evelina and

    Shirleying!

    The mistress was here, and this douchebag was about to crash and burn. Lizetta thought to herself,

    and didn¡¯t bother to struggle anymore, even wrapping her arms around Remington¡¯s neck.

    She waited to see Remington¡¯s embarrassment, wondering if Evelina would scratch his face. But to her

    surprise, instead of panicking and pushing her away, Remington responded even more passionately to

    her, and his body reacted in turn.

    Lizetta felt it and her eyes widened at the approaching footsteps. She thought Remington must¡¯ve lost

    it. Didn¡¯t he hear someoneing?

    Or maybe he didn¡¯t know it was Evelina? That had to be it. Lizetta stiffened, waiting for Evelina¡¯s

    screams and frenzy, but.

    The footsteps stopped, and then suddenly retreated, chaotic, like fleeing. Lizetta was like,

    ¡°??¡±

    ¡°Ouch!¡± She was full of questions when her tongue got bitten. And finally, Remington backed off,

    loosening his grip on her.

    Lizetta was weak¨Ckneed, sliding down and ending up almost straddling his right leg, her thigh against

    that part of him, the heat scorching even through theyers of clothing.

    Blushing and embarrassed, Lizetta tried to stand but her legs wouldn¡¯t cooperate, and she red at

    him annoyed, ¡°You!¡±

    Remington cut her off, ¡°Don¡¯t me me; your response just now was too much to handle.¡± Lizetta

    hadn¡¯t realized before how good he was at turning the tables. She struggled a bit, and Remington¡¯s

    hand on her waist squeezed a warning.

    ¡°Stop squirming!¡± He was still catching his breath, his voice deep and hoarse.

    Lizetta, mortified, said, ¡°Just stop talking!¡±

    A light chuckle escaped from Remington¡¯s chest, tempting as sin.

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    Lizetta, thinking about how Evelina and Shirley had seen everything, and how even now, someone

    coulde down the hallway at any moment, felt like a shrimp boiling in a pot, turning redder by the

    second.

    Thankfully, Remington soon helped her to stand and stepped back. Lizetta instinctively nced down

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    ¡°Still watching, it¡¯s not shy, just thrilled to bits.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face was heating up non¨Cstop, her eyshes fluttering like crazy. Like a little brush, they

    tickled Remington¡¯s palm. As if she was plucking the strings of his nerves, sparking an electric current;

    it was killing him.

    No one spoke, just the sound of their ragged breaths, one deep, one shallow, all tangled

    1. up.

    ¡°You good now?¡± After a moment, Lizetta knitted her brows and spoke up.

    Remington didn¡¯t say a word, and just gazed deeply at the woman in front of him, her face so small,

    hidden behind a pair of big eyes, revealing only her delicate jawline and red lips.

    She looked so well¨Cbehaved and soft; he didn¡¯t want to let go. If he did, she¡¯d turn back into that

    rebellious teenager who just knew how to get under his skin, like her adolescence got extended or

    something.

    ¡°No,¡± he answered.

    Lizetta rolled her eyes, wishing she hadn¡¯t flirted back earlier knowing he was such a beast.

    Thinking back to what happened just now, she spoke up again, ¡°It was Evelina who came by earlier.¡±

    ¡°So what if it was her?¡± Remington replied, nonchnt.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help butugh at his casual tone. What did he mean ¡°so what if it was

    her?¡±

    ¡°You know it¡¯s her, and you¡¯re still not letting me go! Aren¡¯t you afraid she¡¯ll get mad as hell, w your

    face off?¡±

    Lizetta teased, prompting Remington to finally release his big palm from her eyes, their gazes meeting

    as he raised an eyebrow.

    ¡°Heh, aren¡¯t you the one looking for excitement? The only one who could scratch my face. is you. She¡¯s

    more sensible than you.¡±

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    Lizetta almost choked on her breath and raised her hand to really scratch his face. Her wrist got caught

    by him, and he looked into her angry eyes, finding this lively little face somehow cuter than when it was

    all icy.

    Lizetta struggled hard, and Remington frowned, ¡°You¡¯re gonna rip my wound open again.¡±

    Only then did Lizetta realize he was using his injured hand to hold her, she paused for a moment, and

    then struggled even harder, ¡°Good, let it rip open so your darling can fuss. over you and change the

    dressing again!¡±

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    Remington smirked, eyebrow cocked, ¡°Darling? You sure know how to tter yourself.¡±

    Lizetta frowned, annoyed, ¡°I¡¯m talking about Evelina!¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened, ¡°Cut the crap, when did I ever let her change the dressing for

    me?¡±

    Lizetta was taken aback, ¡°Didn¡¯t you go to her cest night?¡±

    Twent to thepany!¡± Remington released her hand and tapped on Lizetta¡¯s head, as if to chide her

    for her blockhead thinking and her wild imagination.

    Lizetta pressed her lips, her chest heaving slightly. Remington didn¡¯t go to Evelina¡¯s ce, but what

    was up with Evelina¡¯s Facebook then? ying such a drama, posting it intentionally for her to see?

    But if Remington didn¡¯t give Evelina the chance, how could she have misunderstood? Regardless,

    Remington left herst night when she was injured and needed him. He was always like this, and now

    he was back pestering her for no good reason.

    Thinking this, Lizetta pushed Remington away and walked off. Remington straightened his suit and

    followed, taking her hand, ¡°Let me take you back.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t bother!¡± Lizetta shook off his hand, but Remington wrapped his arm around her

    waist.

    As the two of them struggled, Evelina leaned against the wall in the restroom, her pale face streaming

    with tears.

    Shirley patted her sympathetically, frustratedly saying, ¡°Eve, why hide? Remi clearly likes you. Lizetta

    was just flirting with Remi because she knew we were behind. You should¡¯ve stormed up there, pulled

    her off, and pped her hard!¡±

    Shirley was so shocked seeing that scene, and nearly rushed out, only to be dragged back into the

    restroom by Evelina covering her mouth.

    ¡°Shirley, stop it. No matter how much Remi likes me, it¡¯s no use. His wife is the official one, and it¡¯s

    normal for them to be like that. How can I interfere? I don¡¯t have the right.¡±

    As she spoke, her face was a picture of despair. This wasn¡¯t an act; she was genuinely heartbroken.

    She hadn¡¯t expected Remington, so aloof, to show such passion. She was so jealous, wishing she

    could rece Lizetta and be the one he held and kissed.

    One day she would! She wiped away her tears, took Shirley¡¯s hand, and said earnestly.

    ¡°Shirley, I can¡¯t be happy anymore, but you must hold on to your happiness. Don¡¯t you like Hogan?

    Keep a close eye on him. The way Hogan looks at Lizetta isn¡¯t normal. Back then,

    he and she almost.¡±

    She abruptly stopped, and Shirley, impatient, asked, ¡°What almost happened between Hogan and

    Lizetta back then?¡±

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    Remington said he was gonna give Lizetta a ride, and though she was kinda annoyed inside, she

    couldn¡¯t really argue with him.

    ¡°Let go, I gotta go find Ynda first.¡±

    If he insisted on ying chauffeur, let him. He was the one throwing a bash to pave the way for

    Evelina, and then bailing midway ¨C if anyone was gonna be left holding the bag, it was Evelina, not her.

    Seeing her nod, Remington finally let go of her waist.

    ¡°Meet me in the parking lot.¡±

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    said his piece and then took off. He left his phone in the private room; gotta go

    back for it.

    Heading up the stairs, he came across two girls walking towards him, glued to a phone

    screen.

    ¡°This race car driver is just too hot, right? Is that his girlfriend? Hugging in public like that, they must be

    an item. They¡¯re such a visual feast, even more shippable than celebs!¡±

    ¡°Totally, he¡¯s my new idol, the first guy to burst into F1! So freaking cool, it¡¯s just that racing isn¡¯t big

    here; otherwise with those looks and his record¨Cbreaking feats, he¡¯d be a national heartthrob for sure!¡±

    They walked past Remington, who nced at the phone screen, spotting Lucian hugging some short¨C

    haired chick, looked like it was at the racing club, and Lucian was wearing the same outfit asst night

    when he dropped Lizetta home.

    In a sh, Remington¡¯s eyes were filled with a frosty chill. No wonder that woman was acting so offst

    night.

    His ferocious look was so intense it startled the girls, who turned to look back, but onl caught a glimpse

    of his tall, retreating figure. Even his profile and poise were top¨Cnotch, leaving them both blushing.

    In the parking lot.

    Ynda, arm in arm with Lizetta, couldn¡¯t help but ask her, ¡°Do you think Evelina¡¯s baby might not

    really be Remington¡¯s?¡±

    Ynda had got eyes like an affair detector, she noticed right away that Lizetta¡¯s lips looked a bit

    swollen when she came back.

    Pressed by her, Lizetta had no choice but to give her a brief rundown of what just went down.

    Lizetta shrugged, ¡°Remington says it¡¯s not his, but he seems to care a lot.¡±

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    She was getting annoyed, she didn¡¯t want to dig into it anymore. Whether it was his or she was over it

    the marriage was gonna end anyway.

    Ynda gripped Lizetta¡¯s hand, if he says it¡¯s not his, maybe it really is. Hand he been stalling the

    divorce? if the kid was really his, you¡¯d think he¡¯d benching to get the divorce over with. Liz, maybe you

    should watch him a bit longer?

    Lizetta looked at her, dibobted, Ynda used to be all for her getting a divorce

    ¡°What¡¯s up with you?¡±

    ¡°Well, I just, ah, being a single mom is tough, and Eveline is just vile. if her kid 19th Remington¡¯s,

    maybe Badass Remington isn¡¯t beyond saving. You pulling out now wouldn¡¯t that just hand Evelina a

    win on a silver te?

    Ynda¡¯s words left Lizetta silent she touched her lower bely. Yean what if the baby grew up and found

    out she had a chance to give them aplete family and didn¡¯t take it? Would her kid me her?

    Just then, driver Christ hurried over, Mrs. Dashiell the boss can¡¯t make it back right now he sent me to

    drive you and Ynda

    Christ went to open the car door, but Ynda was grinding her team cake back what I just said.¡±

    She shouldn¡¯t have said anything nice about that jerk Of course Remington couldnt leave he couldn¡¯t

    bear to part with Evelina

    Lizetta gave a faint smile, took Ynda by the arm, and told Christ. ¡°No need, we¡¯ve already called a

    cab.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, who cares about riding in Badass Remington¡¯s luxury car? Probably still reeks of some vixen in

    there!¡± Ynda said loudly, dragging Lizetta away.

    Christ looked anxious and hurried after them, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, you¡¯ve got it wrong. Evelina didn¡¯t ride

    with the bossing here, they met at the entrance. There¡¯s no smell in the car! The boss told me to

    drive you.¡±

    Christ couldn¡¯t catch up; Lizetta and Ynda were already in the cab.

    Lizetta told Christ through the car window, ¡°I¡¯m the one who doesn¡¯t want to ride in his car he won¡¯t give

    you trouble for it. Go back.¡±

    Christ still followed a few steps, reminding her, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, the boss said he has to change the

    dressing on his arm wound today; remember toe back tonight.¡±

    Now that she¡¯d got less on her te, Lizetta had got some free time. She visited Thaddeus at the

    hospital, chatted with him for a while, and massaged his legs.

    As she was about to leave, Jolin showed up. She¡¯d got a new perm, makeup done, wearing a thin

    cashmere cardigan over a ck dress, toting an Hermes bag ¨C one would

    think she was some wealthydy.

    She grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand, but couldn¡¯t keep up the pretense for long, ¡°Liz, I¡¯m a bit

    strapped for cashtely; got any money to spare? Give me some. Been stressed with your brother¡¯s

    condition, wanna go abroad with my friends to unwind.¡±

    Lizetta pulled her hand away, ¡°I¡¯m broke.¡±

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    She strutted over and plopped down on the edge of the hospital bed, fussing with her manicured nails.

    ¡°Well then, I guess I¡¯ll just have to hit up my inws; they¡¯re a couple of sweethearts. Or maybe I¡¯ll

    swing by the Starlight Group and corner my dear son¨Cinw.¡±

    *Over my dead body!¡± Lizetta stopped dead in her tracks, whirling around to shoot Jolin a piercing

    re.

    It was Jolin¡¯s constant badgering for money from the Dashiell family that made her feel like she couldn¡¯t

    hold her head high.

    But why would Jolin care about her daughter¡¯s well¨Cbeing? She was only ever out for number one,

    laughing all shamelessly.

    ¡°You¡¯re the preciousdy of the Dashiell family, aren¡¯t you? Just be a good girl, fork over the cash, and

    we¡¯re square.¡±

    Lizetta felt a chill run through her, but she couldn¡¯t chain down Jolin¡¯s legs. She had given Jolin ess

    to her cards, but her mom¡¯s greed knew no bounds.

    Lizetta had lost her temper, threatened, pleaded, but Jolin was like a stone wall; she only wanted to

    leech off Lizetta.

    Not a dime did Lizetta give, and Jolin would go and block Nathan at the entrance to the Dashiell Group.

    It was an ugly scene, not long after she and Remington had tied the knot. Nathan had summoned her

    to the mansion¡¯s study, didn¡¯t scold her, and just left her standing there all night long.

    Came morning, and his secretary handed her a card with a message, ¡°The Dashiell family has taken

    care of you without expecting anything in return, but the least you could do is not drag our name

    through the mud over and over.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m not asking for a fortune; I¡¯m your mother for crying out loud. After all, I raised you. Is it such a crime

    to spend a little of your money?¡±

    Jolin said,ing over to try and snatch Lizetta¡¯s purse, wanting to rummage through it herself.

    Lizetta jerked away violently, sending Jolin stumbling a step back, livid as she pointed and cursed,

    ¡°How dare youy hands on your mother! You ungrateful brat!¡±

    The rage on Lizetta¡¯s face faded to cold indifference, ¡°I¡¯m not giving you a penny! Make a scene

    wherever you like. I can¡¯t wait to be divorced. If you want to add fuel to the fire, be my guest.¡±

    She turned and left, Jolin recalling the divorce papers that had fallen from Lizetta¡¯s bagst time, panic

    shing across her face.

    ¡°You little devil! You¡¯re not seriously considering divorce, are you? Look, drop the money thing; just

    don¡¯t do anything stupid¡±

    She chased out of the ward, fuming as she stared at Lizetta¡¯s retreating figure, who didn¡¯t

    look back once.

    ¡°Eve still sends me 2 grand a month as a token of respect, what¡¯s the big deal if I ask you for some

    cash?¡±

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks, turning around, ¡°Evelina gives you 2 thousand a month? Since when?¡±

    Jolin, looking guilty, quickly said, ¡°What I mean is, if you won¡¯t give it to me, I ask Eve. She¡¯s dutiful, not

    cold¨Chearted like you, living the high life while your own mother scrapes by!¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t be bothered with her anymore and simply walked away. She entered the elevator,

    thoughts on Remington¡¯s injury, and made a detour to the hematology department to consult the doctor

    who had taken the blood samples.

    After leaving the doctor¡¯s office, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help butugh in exasperation.

    Night fell.

    Lizetta, half¨Casleep, was jolted awake by the relentless vibration of her phone. Frowning. she grabbed

    it without looking and answered.

    ¡°Where are you? When are youing back?¡±

    Remington¡¯s impatient voice, cold as striking jade, cut through the silence of the night and jolted Lizetta

    fully awake.

    ¡°Come back to warm your bed? Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯ve called the wrong person!¡±

    She was about to hang up when the man¡¯s voice came through again, ¡°Forgot to mention, Mrs.

    Dashiell, if you¡¯re so inclined toe back and warm my bed, I wouldn¡¯t say no.¡±

    ¡°Hah,¡± Lizettaughed sarcastically.

    As she was about to disconnect, he added, ¡°My wound seems to be festering.¡±

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    ¡°Festering?¡±

    Remington mistook her response for concern, a smile curling his lips, but then he heard her cold,

    impatient voice.

    ¡°So what if it¡¯s festering? Wait till it¡¯s crawling with maggots, then give me a call. I¡¯ll be sure to rush over

    to watch.¡±

    Lizetta ended the call without giving Remington a chance to respond, hanging up irritably She tossed

    her phone aside; it wasn¡¯t two minutes before it buzzed again.

    Fuming, she answered, and this time Remington¡¯s voice was calmer, deeper, more soothing, ¡°You

    found out, did you?¡±

    Lizettaughed coldly, ¡°Found out you¡¯ve been ying me for a fool? It¡¯s not my gullibility that¡¯s to

    me. I¡¯ve seen plenty of people wish illness on others, but you¡¯re the first I¡¯ve seen curse themselves

    with sickness. Mr. Dashiell, with your acting chops, why waste time being a CEO? Why not join Evelina

    in showbiz? The two of you could sweep all the awards in the industry with your deceitful duo act!¡±

    Her voice was filled with anger and mockery, a sharpness uncharacteristic of her nature. ¡°Lizetta!¡±

    Remington¡¯s veins bulged with frustration; he called her name sternly, and then softened his tone,

    trying to cajole her.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t mean to deceive you; I just wanted you to worry, to care about me. I want you toe home! I

    need you, Lizetta; our marriage is no joke!¡±

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    Man, even Remington felt cheesy listening to those words.

    The moonlight snuck in through the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling windows, and a blush quietly crept up

    the man¡¯s ears.

    He waited for her reply, feeling oddly nervous, but there was dead silence on the other end, ¡°Liz?¡±

    Remington checked his phone and the call had been ended at some point! A shadow fell over his

    handsome face as he called again. And that was when he realized he¡¯d been blocked again.

    Lizetta had been kept up by themotion and went to bedte. Lucky for her, she didn¡¯t have a side

    gig the next morning.

    Her deep sleep was shattered by Ynda¡¯s yelling. She opened her eyes to see Ynda bursting in,

    phone in hand.

    ¡°I¡¯m so pissed! Bitch Evelina can¡¯t go a day without stirring up some drama! Liz, you gotta check this

    out; you¡¯re trending for all the wrong reasons!¡±

    Lizetta was dragged out of bed and rubbed her eyes as she took the phone. Her undercover Maestro

    Adagio¡¯s Twitter ount had shot up the trending topics.

    #Average Talent; Top for Extortion#

    With Ynda guiding her, Lizetta clicked on the trend and quickly caught up with the whole story.

    Last night, Evelina posted a short, half¨Cminute video of herself ying the violin under the moonlight.

    Her fans went nuts, showering her with praise and asking what piece she was ying because it was

    just so enchanting.

    Soon after, Shirley chimed in to answer the curious fans.

    [Don¡¯t bother searching the whole inte, folks. The piece is a specialposition bought for 200

    grand to serenade a sweetheart by Maestro Adagio, a premiere in the country. Maestro Adagio only

    granted Eve a one¨Ctime y, so if you dig the tune, remember to snag tickets to Eve¡¯s solo concert.

    Don¡¯t miss out; here¡¯s the link.]

    Ever since Evelina returned to the country, she¡¯d been hyping up her romance with Remington, while

    Shirley, unting her Dashiell family heiress status on Twitter with over 3 million followers, had been

    showing off.

    Their frequent exchanges cemented the rumor that Evelina was set to be the young Mrs. Dashiell,

    earning Evelina a load of shippers.

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    This show of love sent the shippers into a frenzy, crying and shouting about their fairy¨Ctale romance.

    But of course, the critics had to have their say.

    [Who¡¯s Maestro Adagio? Some big shot? Never heard of the person! Eve¡¯s the top young violinist out

    there; ying his tune is a disservice, or what? 200 grand for a single y what kind of scam is that?

    This is his scheming ns, for sure!]

    [Composing music¡¯s a gold mine, huh? Some no¨Cnameposer getting 200 grand for one y?

    Eye¨Copener!]

    [I know that guy, just some random uploading so¨Ccalled original music online, hardly aposer.

    Honestly, the talent¡¯s just meh.]

    [Guess he knew Eve¡¯s gonna be Mrs. Dashiell and decided to shoot for the moon.]

    [Mr. Dashiell adores Eve; he¡¯d pay any price as long as Eve¡¯s happy. Just gouging him for all he¡¯s

    worth, really leaves a bad taste.]

    These voices started a chorus in Evelina¡¯sment section, and that was when she started following

    Maestro Adagio¡¯s Twitter and even posted a message.

    [Maestro Adagio is super talented, and I adore his style so much I was willing to spend 200 grand for a

    single y. Also, thank you, Maestro Adagio, for choosing me.]

    She seemed humble, and theizens went even wilder. Thanks to her shoutout, Lizetta¡¯s Twitter was

    under siege, with herment section flooded with hate.

    ¡°Bitch Evelina definitely did it on purpose! Those initialments had to be her paid trolls; she¡¯s getting

    back at you for rejecting her!

    She¡¯s stirring up this romance thing, crafting this narrative of Badass Remington being all crazy about

    her, and now she¡¯s dragging you into it. She must¡¯ve been weaned on barbed wire, her insides all

    twisted and nasty! Never seen a soul uglier than hers, yuck!¡±

    Ynda was livid, having gone to war withizens for what felt like three hundred rounds. But the

    enemy was too vast; she was fuming mad.

    Lizetta was surprisingly chill, her phone¡¯s screen going dark, ¡°Trending, huh? Didn¡¯t your notice my

    followers jumped by over 200 thousand this morning?¡±

    ¡°But they¡¯re all haters, haters!¡±

    Ynda¡¯s eyes were red with anger. Lizetta had been building up this alias for five or six years. Mainly

    focusing onposing and choreography, she consistently churned out at least five original pieces a

    year, all top¨Cnotch.

    Not every single one was a smash hit, but she always had a presence on the annual hot. music charts.

    Her choreography was killer, with some of the hottest pop idols of the past couple of years dancing her

    moves.

    Last year, her series of ancient¨Cstyle dances caught the eye of Skyward Studios and were

    featured in the hottest ancient¨Cthemed mobile game ¡°Immortal Heroes¡°, sending her alias soaring in

    fame once again.

    She had earned those 5 million followers with pure talent, and that was no small feat!

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    Was this what they called no talent? Just average?

    Evelina wasn¡¯t fool; she insisted on Lizetta¡¯s tunes even if it cost her 200 grand per y.

    Ynda was fuming, pounding the bed, ¡°The haters don¡¯t even bother to get to know your before they

    start throwing shade! Ugh! I feel like grabbing a kitchen knife and going after that Bitch Evelina!¡±

    Lizetta tried to calm her down, ¡°Chill, I¡¯m not even sweating it.¡±

    Was anyone made of stone here? Could one really brush off getting dragged by so many people?

    Grabbing her phone, Ynda said, ¡°I gotta check if that trending topic was paid for, see if we can get it

    pulled down.¡±

    Ynda had got some clout, studying at the film academy and always on movie sets. She got the

    lowdown pretty quick, hung up, and got even more pissed.

    Lizetta had a hunch, ¡°Remington¡¯s doing?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s eyes were zing, ¡°The Dashiell Group ordered the hit. They want it up for two days, no

    takedowns allowed.¡±

    Lizetta saw thising. How else would a arranger like her hit the trending topics and catch so much

    k without someone pulling strings?

    ¡°Liz, stop smiling. If you wanna cry, just cry it out. You holding it in is freaking me out,¡± Ynda gave

    her a hug.

    Lizetta was not made of steel. These past four years with Remington sitting on his hands, she¡¯d

    weathered her share of high society¡¯s whispers and even battled mild depression a couple years back,

    finally wing her way out of it.

    ¡°I¡¯m fine. I¡¯ve had my fair share of face¨Cto¨Cface nder, so why should online hate faze me? Besides,

    not everyone gets to be infamous, right?¡±

    ¡°But you cared so much about this ount; you always kept it clean, never cashing in on it, treating it

    like a haven for your music world. And now Evelina¡¯s trashed it!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes flickered, her expression distant for a moment before she cracked a slight smile,

    ¡°Ynda, do you know how I came up with the name ¡®Adagio¡®?¡±

    Ynda shook her head; Lizetta never told her.

    Lizetta curled her lips slightly, ¡°That stormy night fourteen years ago, when Remington brought me into

    the Dashiell family, the lyric ying on the phonograph had ¡®Adagio¡® in the lines.¡±

    So, the sanctuary you¡¯re guarding isn¡¯t your dream of music and dance, but Remington? Ynda¡¯s

    voice trembled.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes curved with a smile, a mix of relief and destion.

    ¡°Yeah, see, now he¡¯s personally shattered it. Full circle, it¡¯s fate. It¡¯s all good.¡±

    She was smiling, but Ynda felt she was breaking inside. Who knew if Remington would regret it one

    day.

    Just as Ynda was pondering this, Lizetta¡¯s phone rang. It was Cedric. Lizetta frowned, hesitated, but

    answered anyway. After all, Cedric never wronged her.

    ¡°Cedric?¡±

    But it was a familiar, deep, maic male voice that came through, ¡°Unblock me! Ande to the

    office.¡±

    Lizetta frowned, ¡°Remington, I¡¯m not your employee now, nor your sister anymore. What right do you

    have to order me around?¡±

    ¡°As

    your husband, Mrs. Dashiell!¡±

    A wave of emotion hit Lizetta, her grip tightening on the phone. All those days she waited for him, he

    never acknowledged her status. Now that she was letting go, he was throwing ¡°Mrs. Dashiell¡± around

    like it was some kind of joke.

    ¡°A husband doesn¡¯t act like you do! And I don¡¯t want to be your Mrs. Dashiell anymore,¡± her voice

    steadied, and she hung up.

    In the Starlight Group President¡¯s office.

    Remington watched the call end, a flicker of frustration crossing his brows.

    Cedric stood at the desk, hardly daring to breathe. He was fixated on his phone, noticing the

    expression worsen when he saw Lizetta hadn¡¯t blocked him, and now the boss¡¯s pride was wounded.

    ¡°Worried about your phone?¡± Remington¡¯s voice was cool.

    Cedric instinctively responded, ¡°New phone. I mean, I¡¯m worried that being upset is not good for your

    health.¡±

    Remington¡¯s features chilled further, Cedric mmed up, sensing he¡¯d said the wrong thing again.

    But as he was sweating bullets, Remington was back to normal, tossing the phone back to him, along

    with a stack of papers from the desk.

    ¡°Get out.¡±

    That stack was information on the three most famous dance troupes in Zion City, all

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    prepped for Mrs, Dashiell, connections already made. Just picked one, and the meet the troupe leader

    directly. Such a shame to pack it away.

    Cedric hesitated, and then offered, ¡°Boss, should I take these papers to Mrs. Dashwelth

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    Remington looked up, ¡°So, running errands is your hobby? How about I transfer you to the Dashiell

    Group¡¯s logisticspany to shine bright?¡±

    Cedric shuddered, quickly packed up his stuff, and bolted out of the office like a bat out of hell.

    Remington went back to his paperwork, business as usual, but there was a hint of Irritation in his eyes.

    That woman was ying him like a fiddle, getting better at giving him the cold shoulder, blocking him

    and hanging up on his calls like it was her day job. Did he have no pride? Still bending over backward

    to shower her with resources?

    Instead of living the cushy life as Mrs. Dashiell, she was hell¨Cbent on chasing hardship. If she had such

    a hunger for suffering, he¡¯d let her have a taste for a few more days. Once she¡¯d had enough of the

    pain, she¡¯d know where her safe harbor was.

    At Meadowbrook Meadows.

    Right after Lizetta hung up the phone, Ynda huffed, ¡°Let¡¯s steel our heart and be done ying with

    jerkfaces! I¡¯m off to go head¨Cto¨Chead with the trolls!¡±

    She was all geared up to go back to her room and have a keyboard war with the haters. But Lizetta

    grabbed her, ¡°Chill, staying in constant fury may take a toll on the breasts. Let¡¯s roll; time to hunt for

    some grub.

    ¡°But.¡±

    ¡°Forget about online drama. I¡¯ve got it covered; no rush, we can p back tomorrow.¡±

    Lizetta dragged Ynda out the door, and they found a cozy little diner. Breakfast arrived, and Lucian

    called.

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    ¡°Litchi, everything at the police station is crystal clear. It¡¯s ssified as an attempted sexual assault,

    and you were defending yourself, no me on you. That dude woke up and after two days of

    observation in the hospital, he¡¯ll be transferred to the detention center, no light sentence. Your info¡¯s

    been locked down tight; you just take it easy.¡±

    Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, ¡°Okay.¡±

    ¡°Not sounding too chipper. You¡¯re not still at odds with Remi, are you?¡±

    Lizetta cracked a smile, ¡°I¡¯m thinking of how to thank you.¡±

    ¡°At least you¡¯ve got a conscience. Don¡¯t go overboard, just brew a few more jars of green plum wine for

    me this year. I¡¯ve already finished mine, no more in the Dashiell family mansion either. I¡¯ve been

    craving that taste.¡±

    Behind the Dashiell family house were a few green plum trees. The fruit was tart, and

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    Lizetta would make green plum wine every year,

    The doctor said it was good for digestion and fatigue, and helpful for cardiovascr diseases, so Fiona

    was quite fond of it.

    Lucian too said that Lizetta¡¯s plum wine tasted like home, different from any other drink. In the four

    years he hadn¡¯t been home, he never forgot to ask for his yearly fix.

    Lizetta always made sure to send some his way, even if it meant air freight.

    ¡°It¡¯s not the season yet. How about I set you up with a girlfriend instead? You¡¯ve finally had some

    reputation now; why let good things go to waste?¡±

    *Stop! Grandma and mom are on my case about marriage enough as it is, it¡¯s bad enough from them

    since they¡¯re the elders, but what gives you, a little squirt, any right to nag?¡±

    Lizetta went silent, ¡°By right of being your sister¨Cinw.¡±

    ¡°Pffthaha.¡±

    Ynda could imagine Lucian¡¯s bafflement on the other end and couldn¡¯t help but spit out her soy milk

    inughter.

    ¡°Marrying Remi sure made you bold! Oh, there¡¯s a race at the club next week; wannae watch?¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t too keen on joining the crowd, but Ynda got excited, shaking her arm and cooing in a

    low voice.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go! I¡¯ve never seen a car race before.¡±

    She had gotta pamper her bestie!

    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll bring Ynda along.¡±

    After breakfast, Lizetta headed to the set to shoot a couple of dance stand¨Cin scenes.

    It was a period drama about pce intrigue, with the second female lead being a seductive empress

    who captured the emperor¡¯s heart with a dance.

    Drenched in favor, she became the protagonist¡¯s greatest rival. Later, due to arrogance and family

    downfall, she lost favor and was locked up. Proud and haughty, she refused to just rot away.

    Barefoot and disheveled, she climbed the same stage where she once danced to enthrall the emperor.

    A sword dance followed, filled with mournful cries, and at the end, she slit her throat, a beauty¡¯s life

    tragically cut short.

    These two dances were crucial ¨C one had to be enchanting enough to captivate an emperor, the other

    mad and mournful, embodying the character¡¯s joys and sorrows. The role wouldn¡¯t stand without them,

    and the challenge was immense.

    Yet Lizetta nailed them with ease, both in one take.

    ¡°Bravo, bravo, beautiful dancing! You captured exactly what I wanted! Gorgeous face, great on camera!

    I can¡¯t bear to rece these shots in post¨Cproduction; you¡¯re born for this gig!¡±

    The director repeatedly praised her while reviewing the footage and instructed his assistant, ¡°Send her

    an extra sum of money, and keep her contact info.¡±

    That was code for future coborations.

    The second female lead waiting to reshoot her scenes was none other than Lulu, the celebrity they had

    seen at Maplewood Club the other day.

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    The production crew was abuzz with gossip. She knew that everyone was poking fun at her, saying that

    she was getting totally outshone by her dance double¨Cfrom her temperament and looks to her

    physique.

    She was already seething with anger, and the director¡¯s words just added fuel to the fire.

    Boiling with rage, she set out to confront Lizetta but was stopped by her agent.

    ¡°What the heck are you doing?!¡±

    ¡°Miranda! That little dance double is getting ahead of herself!¡±

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    *The director is a pragmatist and hates it when actors cause trouble on set. If you want to keep filming,

    you¡¯d better y nice!¡±

    Reprimanded by her agent, Lulu nodded with red eyes, holding in her anger.

    Miranda tried to soothe her, ¡°She dances well, but when the movie hits the big screen, you¡¯re the one

    who¡¯ll benefit. Don¡¯t be so short¨Csighted!¡±

    With that, Miranda walked away.

    She chased after Lizetta, who was leaving the studio, and stopped her.

    ¡°I¡¯m Miranda, the agent for the second female lead. You¡¯ve worked hard today, and you did great. Here,

    take this token of appreciation.¡±

    Lizetta had heard from Ynda that it wasmon for stand¨Cins who did a good job to receive money

    from actors and directors. Since the director¡¯s assistant had already given her one, she didn¡¯t hesitate

    to thank Miranda and ept another from her.

    As she turned to leave, Miranda spoke up again.

    ¡°Would you consider signing an agency contract with me to be a formal actress?

    You¡¯ve got the looks and the talent. I guarantee that within three years

    two I can make you a top star. Shall we discuss a contract?¡±

    ¡ª

    no, make that

    Lizetta smiled lightly, ¡°Thanks for the offer, but my ambitions lie elsewhere. Goodbye.¡±

    Her refusal was quick and decisive, and she walked away without hesitation.

    Miranda was surprised by her firm rejection. Bing a top star is a huge temptation- don¡¯t dance

    stand¨Cins dream of stepping into the spotlight?

    But she could see that Lizetta¡¯s refusal was genuine, not just ying hard to get.

    It was clear that Lizetta knew what she wanted; with both personality and conviction. A sh of

    admiration and regret crossed Miranda¡¯s eyes.

    She caught up to give Lizetta her business card before she got into her car.

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    Call me if you change your mind.¡±

    Lulu watched from a distance, stamping her foot in frustration. She went back to the set and grabbed

    her phone from her assistant, opening WhatsApp.

    Lizetta left the set and returned to Oakridge Heights.

    She remembered there were two jars of plum wine left at Oakridge Heights ¨C perfect for taking to

    Lucian.

    Remington was hardly ever home, and now, at just past four in the afternoon, it was event less likely he

    would be there.

    Lizetta entered the vi to find it eerily quiet. She headed straight for the liquor cab but instead of

    finding her wine, she found only Remington¡¯s collection.

    Figuring that Hanna, who always picky about everything, might have decided the two jars of wine

    weren¡¯t presentable, and had Edith stow them away in the storeroom. So, Lizetta went to the

    storeroom, searched through the boxes and cabs, and indeed found the wine hidden in the furthest

    corner.

    But as she climbed out with the jars, her dress caught on something, and it ripped with a

    tear.

    She was wearing a tight, straight¨Ccut long dress, and the tear was significant enough to reveal her

    thigh with any slight movement.

    With no other choice, she went upstairs to her bedroom, entered th

    picked out a pair of jeans.

    changing room, and

    As she bent over to take off her dress, halfway through, a man¡¯s deep voice suddenly sounded from

    behind.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    Startled, Lizetta panicked, tripping over her half¨Cpulled¨Cdown dress and lurching forward.

    ¡°Ah!¡± she screamed; eyes shut tight.

    The expected fall didn¡¯t happen; instead, the man caught her, bing her human cushion.

    Still

    in shock, Lizetta¡¯s chin knocked against the man¡¯s chest, the pain making her rub it as tears welled up

    in her eyes.

    From underneath, Remington¡¯s chilly voice rang out, ¡°There¡¯s no need to act like aplete fool if you

    want a divorce.¡±

    Lizetta opened her eyes and gave his chest a frustrated punch.

    ¡°You¡¯re the fool! If you hadn¡¯t scared me out of the blue, would I have fallen? What are you Loven doing

    here?¡±

    It was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

    ¡°This is my house,¡± Remington scoffed coldly.

    But Lizetta found his words immensely ironic. During their two years of marriage, had he ever treated

    this ce like home?

    He barely came back, and now, for some reason, he seemed to be everywhere.

    ¡°Fine, fine, your house. I¡¯ll leave right now.¡±

    Lizetta tried to get up, but hisrge hand pressed on her lower back and pushed slightly.

    She fell back onto him, their bodies fitting together perfectly, and she heard his mocking

    voice close to her ear.

    ¡°If you can¡¯t bear to divorce, just say it. There¡¯s no need for these games, fluttering yourshes and

    throwing yourself into my arms.¡±

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    Lizette looked up, her gaze locked onto Remington.

    ¡°My left eye diagnoses you with delusion of grandeur, and my right, with narcissism¨Cboth quite severe.

    I¡® check where to register for your treatment.¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t get mad, and his thin lips curved slightly.

    ¡°You¡¯d be more convincing if you put your dress on before making such statements.¡±

    Lizetta remembered how she was awkwardly bent over pulling off her dress when he walked in. The

    action now seemed rather embarrassing.

    And now, the torn dress was still half¨Cdraped over her knees, a chilly breeze teasing the space

    between her legs.

    Her bare thighs were pressed directly against the fabric of the man¡¯s suit pants, through which she

    could feel the texture of his muscr thighs and the heat of his body.

    Compared to her utter disarray, he looked like he was about to attend an important event, even his bow

    tie was impably knotted.

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    To any onlooker, the scene would seem as if she was the one seducing him.

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed with embarrassment, then boiled over into anger.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, don¡¯t tter yourself! I didn¡¯t know you were home! If I had, I wouldn¡¯t havee in. Let

    go of mel

    She wriggled and twisted, her soft and fragrant body sparking intense friction and heat against him.

    A tightening in his lower abdomen, and Remington let out a soft grunt.

    It was extremely censual, and the desire was at its peak.

    Lizetta froze, her ears burning up.

    But before she could react, the world spun around as the man¡¯s strong hands cradled the back of her

    head, wrapped around her waist, rolled over, and pinned her underneath him.

    The changing room¡¯s plush carpet cradled her soft body.

    ¡°Mph!¡±

    Her words were tightly sealed by his scorching breath against her lips.

    Lizetta widened her eyes, and to her surprise, the man hadn¡¯t even closed his own. In their close gaze,

    his usually cold, deep eyes were now filled with desire for conquest and plunder, like a whirlpool ready

    to devour her.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart trembled, and she wanted to bite him. But the man anticipated this and released her,

    looking

    1. up.

    Lizetta panted, ¡°Do you take something?¡±

    He went from frigid to a horned¨Cup jerk in the blink of an eye!

    ¡°So, if I took some, could I use you to cool off?¡± Remington¡¯s lips curved slightly as he lowered his hips.

    Lizetta felt it all over; her body shivered, and she looked at his shamelessness in a new light.

    ¡°Get off me! I don¡¯t want this. I came back for my stuff, not for this. I didn¡¯t mean to lead you on, you¡¯ve

    got it

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    all wrong

    She was frantic, now certain that she was carrying a baby.

    The doctor had wamed her to avoid intimate rtions during the first three months, and Lizetta

    struggled fiercely.

    But Remington held her wrists firmly above her head, bending down to nt fervent kisses along her

    neck and corbone, his hot breath spreading to her sensitive ears.

    ¡°Why not? We haven¡¯t tried it elsewhere. Be good, go with it, save yourself some sufferingter!¡±

    The more she resisted, the more turbulent the emotions in his eyes.

    The sound of his belt buckle being undone made Lizetta¡¯s scalp tingle, and she screamed.

    ¡°No! We¡¯re about to get divorced, we can¡¯t do this! Go find Evelina if you¡¯re that hot and bothered, let

    go of

    me.¡±

    Remington¡¯s anger red when she suggested he go to Evelina, a fiery rage igniting through him.

    His hands caressed her body, lifting slightly to rip away the torn dress at her knees and reaching for the

    last piece of fabric underneath

    ¡°You lied to me, didn¡¯t you? Your body¡¯s a lot more honest than you are.¡±

    Lizetta trembled, swamped with shame and helplessness. Under his teasing her body uncontrobly

    craved him.

    Perhaps her heart had failed to be hypnotized and still loved him

    But what of it? She didn¡¯t want this.

    ¡°I¡¯m a normal woman, it¡¯s natural to react, it would be the same with any other man, mph!¡±

    But before she could finish, Remington pinched her cheeks, silencing her.

    His expression darkened, ¡°Lizetta, listen to yourself

    Lizetta¡¯s mouth gaped, her cheeks burning red, the marks of his fingers evident, her eyes brimming

    with tears¨Ca pitiful sight.

    Remington released her, the red imprints on her cheeks stark against her skin, his brow furrowed.

    ¡°You¡¯re so delicate, don¡¯t intentionally anger me if it hurts.¡±

    Lizetta tried to move her numb jaw, about to speak, but his kiss fell on her once more, kissing her

    deeply.

    Hisrge hand also slipped under her sweater, seeking the sps at her back with a clear intent.

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    Lizetta thought he had calmed down, but unexpectedly, he hadn¡¯t given up, prompting her to struggle

    again with renewed vigor.

    He overpowered her significantly, and with her eyes shut, she was drowning in fear and confusion.

    The horror she had faced not so long ago shed back, and Lizetta¡¯s emotions just crumbled. Tears

    started streaming down her face.

    Tasting the bitter saltiness, Remington sensed something was wrong and retreated from her lips.

    She found her voice, and her bruised, delicate lips moved to voice a faint sound.

    The moment Remington heard her clearly, he felt as if struck by lightning.

    She said, ¡°Don¡¯t, brother, please don¡¯t.¡±

    Remington stiffened and lifted his head to see the woman underneath him pale and terrified.

    She kept her eyes tightly shut, turned her head away, hershes wet, and her tears silently pouring

    down in sheer desperation and panic.

    All of Remington¡¯s lust dissipated in an instant.

    He let go abruptly, his face a stormy shade of thunder, his eyes a whirlpool of indecipherable emotions.

    Feeling a sudden lightness, Lizettay still on the floor.

    After a while, she steadied her breathing and emotions, and opened her eyes. The dressing room was

    empty; he was gone.N?velDrama.Org content rights.

    On her bare skin, the residual warmth he left felt almost present.

    Lizetta wiped away her tears, got up quickly, put on her pants, and staggered downstairs.

    She was about to leave with two jars of wine from the small living room table when Remington¡¯s voice

    echoed from the spiral staircase.

    ¡°What are you taking?¡±

    Lizetta froze. She thought he had left. How was he still here?

    She turned to look and saw Remington in a different suit, a te gray three¨Cpiece with exceptional

    style.

    Standing on the stairs, his appearance was clean¨Ccut and abstinent, cold and aloof, as if what had just

    happened in the dressing room was a bizarre dream of hers.

    Lizetta pursed her lips before replying, ¡°I came back for the plum wine.¡±

    ¡°What do you need that for?¡±

    ¡°Lucian wants to drink it. I¡¯m going now.¡±

    Lizetta averted her gaze and was about to leave, but she had barely taken two steps when Remington

    came the stairs in big strides, catching up and gripping her arm tightly.

    ¡°What are you doing now?!¡±

    Lizetta was annoyed; Remington¡¯s handsome face was even colder.

    ¡°Weren¡¯t you very proud? Not taking anything, huh? Put it down!¡±

    Frowning in irritation, Lizetta retorted, ¡°I meant it when I said I¡¯m not taking anything. These two jars of

    wine

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    aren¡¯t worth much, and I made the wine myself. They¡¯re mine. What¡¯s wrong with taking them?¡±

    His expression and gaze made her feel like a shameless thief.

    Remington scoffed coldly. ¡°Aren¡¯t the plums from the Dashiell family¡¯s orchard? Do you even know how

    much that rum you brewed sells for a bottle? And those jars, they belong to the Dashiell family, don¡¯t

    they

    Lizetta nced at the two ss wine jars in her hands, which to the unaware might seem like antiques.

    ¡°You don¡¯t drink this wine.¡±

    ¡°Who says I don¡¯t drink plum wine? Even if I don¡¯t, they¡¯re still mine! Nobody shouldy a finger on

    Remington¡¯s stuff!¡±

    ¡£-¡£,,

    Too fed up to deal with this Scrooge, she tried to walk away, but Remington didn¡¯t let go and reached

    for the jars instead.

    Lizetta struggled in annoyance, and identally, one of the wine jars fell to the ground, which to the

    unaware might seem like antiques.

    ¡°Are you hurt?¡±

    Remington lifted her away, his brow furrowed as he checked her legs.

    Lizetta mmed the other jar down on the table, ¡°Yours, it¡¯s all yours, are you satisfied now?

    ?? ? ? ??

    Having said that, she pushed him away and left in a huff.

    Remington stood there, looking at the mess on the ground, his handsome face icy cold.

    As Lizetta left Oakridge Heights and got into the car, she received a call from Joseph.

    ¡°Liz, Wilma took me to the amusement park for the night, but I turned around for a second, and she

    was gone. There are so many people.¡±

    Joseph sounded helpless, and Lizetta immediately felt anxious and asked him

    ¡°Which amusement park? Stay put, don¡¯t go anywhere. I¡¯m on my way, got it?¡±

    After getting the details, she instructed the driver to change course.

    Upon arrival, the sky was dark, and the amusement park was lit up. Lizetta indeed spotted Joseph

    squatting alone in a corner by the east gate.

    A man with granny gray hair, earrings, and a ck mask¨Clooking very much like a kidnapper¨Cwas

    bending down, coaxing Joseph to eat some cotton candy.

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    Lizetta was taken aback and rushed forward, grabbing the man¡¯s outstretched hand and executing a

    ssic Judo throw.

    Bam!

    The man hit the ground, with the cotton candy falling beside him.

    Lizetta kicked the cotton candy away as if it was the poisoned apple that killed Snow White.

    She quickly pulled Joseph to her side, examining him up and down with concern.

    ¡°Joseph, are you Okay?¡±

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m fine, but he..¡± Joseph pointed to the man lying on the ground.

    Lizetta nced over, and there the man was, still lying there, tall and thin with long arms and legs.

    Meeting her gaze, he weakly waved his right hand.

    ¡°Miss,e on, I did help you once. Did you have to go all WWE on me?¡±

    Lizetta recognized the voice she was always sensitive to voices and quickly remembered.

    ¡°It¡¯s you! The motorbike guy from the that day?¡±

    The man smirked, raising his eyebrows. He had a pair of deep, captivating eyes and was wearing a

    large mask, looking clean and handsome with a particrly dazzling smile.

    *Liz, you misunderstood; he¡¯s my ssmate Nancy Madden¡¯s uncle.¡±

    At that moment, a little girl in a puffy dress, holding a cotton candy just like the one on the ground, ran

    over with wide eyes of surprise.

    ¡°Why are you lying on the ground?¡±

    Hamilton Madden, looking a bit embarrassed, reached out to Lizetta, ¡°I think I broke my waist. Mind

    lending a hand?¡±

    He stayed put on the ground, attracting stares from the surrounding crowd. Lizetta was worried he

    might have actually hurt himself.

    She grabbed his hand, but in the next second, Hamilton used his waist and abdomen to spring up,

    pulling Lizetta off¨Cbnce and right into his arms.

    Hamilton tilted his head down, pulled off the mask, and revealed a handsomely delicate face.

    Above them, lights strung in the trees suddenly lit up. The two of them stood close, gazing into each

    other¡¯s eyes; the halo of the colorful lights mirrored in their gaze, resembling a sweet, young couple.

    Outside the amusement park, Cassius squinted as he captured the moment on his phone and sent it

    straight to Remington.

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    ¡°Remi, heads up, your cuckoldry is en route.¡±

    He did not like Lizetta and was hoping Remington would misunderstand and be displeased, so he

    deliberately left out the kids from the shot.

    The phone spun in his palm; just as he was about to put it away, Remington called.

    Cassius clicked his tongue and answered.

    ¡°Where you at?¡± The man¡¯s voice was calm, but Cassius could sense the underlying tension.

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    He smirked, ¡°Reml, are you nning to catch them in the act?¡±

    ¡°You know too much,¡± Remington¡¯s voice was chilly.

    Cassius felt a shiver down his spine and decided not to push his luck, so he shared the location.

    ¡°Better hurry, Remi, I¡¯ll keep a close watch for you.¡±

    He hung up, only for the phone to ring again. He answered without looking, ¡°Rx Remi, don¡¯t you

    trust me? I¡¯ve got e tight leash on Lizetta and her ¡®lover¡®.¡±

    ¡°What Lizetta and lover?¡±

    A woman¡¯s voice came through and Cassius realized he had Evelina on the line.

    Meanwhile, Lizetta and Hamilton had already checked into the amusement park, and Cassius hurried

    after, making excuses.

    ¡°I¡¯ve got something urgent, gotta hang up.¡±

    He hung up, but Evelina had heard the amusement park¡¯s PA system over the phone and was already

    excitedly grabbing her bag to head out.

    Joseph insisted on going to the park to y. Lizetta, always spoiling him, agreed to go in.

    The two kids dashed ahead while Hamilton and Lizetta walked together, with him reaching out a hand

    to

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    her.

    ¡°Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Hamilton Madden, 20 years old, single since birth,

    standing tall at 6.2 feet, and weighing¡­¡±

    Lizettaughed, gesturing for him to cut it out, ¡°You don¡¯t need to go into that much detail¡±

    Hamilton raised an eyebrow, ¡°Nah, I have to. I¡¯m your blind date, after all. I even thought to prepare a

    detailed introduction for your review to show sincerity.¡±

    His earnest expression left Lizetta speechless.

    She thought Joseph¡¯s talk of arranging a blind date was just for fun, not expecting the little

    set it up.

    Seeing Hamilton still offering his hand, she shook it politely.

    ¡°I¡¯m Lizetta Gardenia. Nice to meet you, but I¡¯m not interested in younger boys.¡± ¡°Who said anything

    about ¡°big sis¡®? Ever seen a big bro as tall and mighty as me?¡± Hamilton protested, leaning in closer

    with a teasing twinkle in his

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    ¡°An adult, 20, pure machol Do you see it clearly?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, and just as Hamilton was about to nod in satisfaction, she said nonchntly, ¡°Not even

    eligible to marry, at best half a man, I guess.¡±

    Thatment wasn¡¯t too hurtful, but extremely insulting.

    And the key point was that, it¡¯s true¨Cmales at twenty indeed weren¡¯t of the legal marriageable age.

    Hamilton grinds his teeth, ¡°I¡¯m the puppy dog type that thedies adore, how can you diss me like that?

    Miss, you¡¯re really one of a kind, it just makes my heart race even more!¡±

    Hamilton whipped out his phone, shing a slight smile, ¡°You promisedst time, next time we meet,

    you¡¯d add me on WhatsApp.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t y coy and took the phone to add him.

    Ahead, Nancy and Joseph sneakily looked back, with Nancy lifting her little chin proudly.

    ¡°See, my uncle¡¯s super cool, he¡¯ll definitely win over your sis!¡°.

    Joseph pouted, ¡°That¡¯s if he can catch her; Liz isn¡¯t easy to pursuit, it¡¯s just WhatsApp for now,¡±

    ¡°Hmph!¡±

    ¡°Hmph!¡±

    The two kids huffed, turned their heads away, and refused to look at each other.

    Hamilton was very talkative and knew when to advance or retreat, with a sunny personality that was

    pretty

    Young people always easily be familiar with each other. Lizetta, who had been confined in the

    Dashiell family and to a marriage for the past four years, had always felt out of touch.

    But hanging with Hamilton, she did revert back a bit to the carefree and unrestrained feeling of her age.

    And with the two kids as social lubricants, they got familiar after a few rides.

    Unbeknownst to them, someone had been sneakily live¨Cstreaming the whole thing from behind.

    After getting off the Raging Rapids, all four were a bit wet. Lizetta pulled out a tissue and bent down to

    dry.

    the kids¡® hair.

    She felt a touch on her head and turned to see Hamilton with a tissue, helping her dry off too.

    ¡°Don¡¯t move, you¡¯re drenched here, gotta dry it off or you¡¯ll catch a cold,¡± he exined.

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    Just as Lizetta was about to speak, her arm was suddenly yanked powerfully to the side.

    Stumbling, she fell into familiar arms and looked up to see Remington¡¯s handsome yet icy face.

    ¡°Why are you here?¡± Lizetta was surprised.

    Remington¡¯s eyebrows lifted in sarcasm, ¡°Of course you didn¡¯t want me here. You seem to be having a

    great

    time.

    His gaze was dark, the grip on her arm tight, almost like a husband catching his wife cheating.

    Not somewhat, perhaps he actually was?

    But just as Lizetta had this thought, Remington turned and called Cassius over.

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    Cassius, with his hands in his pockets, walked over. He was a big star, with his trench coat¡¯s cor up,

    his hat and mask tightly on, even wearing a wig. Lizetta almost didn¡¯t recognize him.

    He gave Lizetta a cool nod, ¡°What a coincidence.¡±

    Surprised, Lizetta looked back at Remington, ¡°You came to the amusement park with him?¡±

    ¡°Why not?¡± Remington responded as if it was the most natural thing.

    Lizetta¡¯s puzzled gaze flitted between the two men, and Cassius stepped forward, draping an arm over

    Remington¡¯s shoulder.

    ¡°Remi and I are close, are you jealous?¡±

    Alrighty then.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t pry further, but now Hamilton stepped up and asked, ¡°Lizetta, who¡¯s this?¡±

    His eyes had already sized up the suddenly appeared Remington from head to toe.

    Quite handsome, withmanding presence, not an average Joe.

    Men of this age, sessful in their careers, were most prone to arrogance and self¨Cimportance. Not as

    likable as him, not as tender.

    Most importantly, older menck stamina, definitely couldn¡¯tpare to him.

    Hamilton came to that conclusion and handed Lizetta another tissue.

    ¡°Wipe yourself down some more, you¡¯re still a bit wet here.¡±

    Before Lizetta could take it, Remington grabbed the tissue and wiped for Lizetta.

    He had a cold expression throughout, not even ncing at Hamilton, as if treating him like an assistant.

    Hamilton snickered, pulled back his hand, and stuffed it in his pocket.

    Lizetta gave him an apologetic smile, about to make introductions when Joseph ran over to hug

    Remington¡¯s arm, tteringly calling out.

    ¡°Bro.¡±

    Done, how did his brother find them?

    Remington looked down, giving the kid a chilling, frosty smile.

    This little guy had taken someone else¡¯s side to pry at his own brother¡¯s love interest.

    He should¡¯ve made him face the wall and think about his actionsst time, made him stand there till the

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    ¡°Walt, you¡¯re Lizetta¡¯s cousin?¡± Hamilton was surprised.

    Lizetta and Joseph didn¡¯t share ast name, so when Hamilton asked Joseph, he said Lizetta was his

    cousin.

    He guessed that Lizetta must have taken her mom¡¯s surname.

    Lizetta saw his misunderstanding and wanted to exin, but to her surprise, Remington nodded first.

    ¡°You got a problem with that?¡±

    Lizetta frowned; why would he deliberately mislead Hamilton?

    But the next second, seeing Hamilton scratching his head and quickly changing his tune, apologizing to

    Remington, even asking if the ¡°cousin¡± was thirsty or wanted something to drink, Lizetta caught onto

    Badass Remington¡¯s game.

    When ites to being sly, it has to be him!

    ¡°He¡¯s not thirsty! Hamilton, don¡¯t bother with him, don¡¯t go!¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t bear to see such an innocent guy like Hamilton getting toyed with by Remington, a man

    with a ck heart and rotten liver and stopped him from buying drinks.

    But Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta¡¯s hand, looking down and saying.

    ¡°Heh, when someone¡¯s courting, which one of them doesn¡¯t run errands? I¡¯m giving him a chance to

    show off.¡± He looked back at Hamilton.

    ¡°What do you think?¡±

    Hamilton smiled and winked at Lizetta, saying,

    ¡°You¡¯re right, Lizetta, watch Nancy for me, I¡¯ll be right back.¡±

    With a wave, he dashed off towards the vending machines.

    Lizetta pushed Remington away, grabbing a kid by the hand.

    ¡°We¡¯re gonna y over there and leave you and Mr. Sterling to your duo time.¡±

    Dragging the kid away, Lizetta left. Cassius watched her go and then looked at Remington.

    ¡°Remi, how dare she treat you like that?¡±

    He expected to see Lizetta crying and begging for forgiveness when Remington showed up, but this is

    it?

    Remington couldn¡¯t be bothered to reply, just asked, ¡°What are you doing here anyway?¡±

    For Cassius, a grown man, to bump into Lizetta here; it was kind of weird.

    Cassius reached out to pat Remington¡¯s shoulder, ¡°Forgot already, Remi? We came here for some duo

    time, remember?¡±

    Remington was grossed out, his eyes shooting daggers.

    ¡°Try touching me again and see what happens.¡±

    Cassius withdrew his hand, and Remington had already started walking towards Lizetta.

    Cassius followed, exining. ¡°This amusement park was part of my mother¡¯s dowry. Recently, they

    added drone shows and a few other attractions for the evening slots, so I came to check if out.¡±

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    Then a staff member called Cassius over, and he left, leaving Remington to chase after Lizetta alone.

    By then, Lizetta had been pulled to the entrance of the haunted house by two kids.

    Hamilton also came back with drinks, buying warm milk for Lizetta and the two kids. Handing it to

    Lizetta,

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    he smiled and said.

    1 got you the sugar¨Cfree kind; it won¡¯t make you fat, wanna try?¡±

    It was clear from her figure that Lizetta kept herself in shape with discipline.

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected such thoughtfulness from a young man and was about to take it when

    Remington swooped in and grabbed the milk.

    ¡°I just wanted to drink.¡±

    Hamilton turned to him, ¡°Didn¡¯t you want something cold? This iced lemon tea¡¯s for you.¡±

    He handed over the drink, but Remington didn¡¯t take it, saying lightly,

    ¡°I can¡¯t handle sour.¡±

    Lizetta frowned, thinking to herself that vinegar was sour too, and why did it feel like Remington was

    being jealous?

    Just then, a soft voice rang out.

    *Remi, how did you end up here?¡±

    It was Evelina running over, and upon seeing Lizetta, she eximed in surprise,

    ¡°Sis, you guys are here too! Are you going to the haunted house? Let¡¯s go in together.¡±

    She positioned herself next to Remington.

    Lizetta nced at them and looked away.

    She knew it ¨C Remington and Cassius, two grown men wandering around an amusement park, of

    course, they were with Evelina.

    And what was she going to do about it? Was Remington hiding something?

    Ha, afraid she¡¯d go mad and hurt Evelina or something?

    ¡°Is this my cousin¡¯s wife? There¡¯s another lemon water here, do you want some?¡± Hamilton smoothly

    offered the drink to Evelina.

    Remington¡¯s gaze turned frosty as he eyed Hamilton, his eyes narrowing.

    This guy was probably ying double games.

    Evelina smiled, did not refute, and took the drink, ¡°Thank you so much.¡±

    Joseph looked pleased to see Remington. If Remi treated Liz right, he¡¯d definitely support his brother.

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    Little did he know, Remi wasn¡¯t there to appease her, he brought that detestable woman along again.

    Joseph grabbed Lizetta, clearly annoyed, ¡°Liz, let¡¯s hurry inside.¡±

    Lizetta was pulled into the haunted house by two kids, and as Remington tried to follow, Evelina

    grabbed his

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    ¡°Remi, I¡¯m a bit scared. Can you take me with you?¡±

    Remington frowned, ¡°Did Cassius send you?¡±

    Evelina shook her head, her hand on her belly, and eximed in surprise, ¡°No, it¡¯s just that there are

    more kids around on the weekends. I¡¯m expecting about to be a mom, you know, so I wanted toe

    see the little ones, get a feel for motherhood.¡±

    Then she eyed the milk in Remington¡¯s hand, ¡°Remi, I can¡¯t have cold drinks. Can I have the one you¡¯re

    holding?¡±

    Remington wasn¡¯t going to drink the stuff Hamilton bought anyway, so he handed it over to her.

    Thinking that Lizetta might be scared of haunted houses because of her past, and without further

    questioning Evelina, he stepped forward to catch up inside.

    The haunted house was hospital¨Cthemed, starting with a morgue.

    The smell of disinfectant and the eerie blue lighting, with bloodstains everywhere and NPCs popping

    out anytime, made for a full¨Con immersive experience.

    Lizetta was indeed scared and regretted her decision to enter just because she was annoyed with

    Evelina.

    ¡°Scared? No worries, just hold on to me.¡±

    Hamilton said with a smile, grabbing Lizetta¡¯s sleeve and cing her hand on his shoulder.

    Lizetta pulled her hand back and forced a smile, ¡°Keep an eye on Nancy and Joseph. Don¡¯t get lost. I¡¯m

    fine.¡± She figured she wasn¡¯t that weak, after all.

    Just as she thought this, a terrifying strobe of light shed, and people around her started screaming

    and running.

    Lizetta, freaked out, ducked her head, and ran with the crowd without looking back.

    She dashed into another room, reaching out to grab Joseph ahead of her.

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    ¡°Joseph, don¡¯t run off. Ahh! Ahh!¡±

    She was sure it had been Joseph running ahead, but when the light shed, Lizetta saw a ghastly

    child¡¯s face instead.

    The right eye was gone, leaving a bloody hole, and the left eye was staring at her with a sickly green

    gaze. She screamed in terror and ran, swinging her arms wildly, but then she bumped into something.

    Not knowing if it was a person or a ghost, she screamed again, iling her hands in panic.

    ¡°Shh! Lizetta!¡±

    A familiar deep voice came from above, with its usualzy mocking tone, calming Lizetta¡¯s pounding

    heart,

    She looked up, ¡°Remi?¡±

    13:14

    *It¡¯s me. If you¡¯re scared, why would you plunge right in? You¡¯re silly as hell!¡±

    Remington wrapped his arms around her, pressing her face into his chest, hisrge hand soothingly

    stroking her hair as he led her forward.

    Breathing in his familiar scent, Lizetta instantly felt at ease and looked up slightly.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s gone.¡±

    Remington had seen Hamilton with Joseph and the girl, and since Joseph was brave and not afraid of

    haunted houses. He wasn¡¯t worried, nonchntly protecting Lizetta, he said coldly,

    ¡°Where¡¯s your little puppy, huh? Howe he left you behind?¡±

    Lizetta shot back sarcastically, ¡°And your sweetheart? If she sees this, she¡¯ll be so upset and in pain

    again. Let go of me, I¡¯m fine now.¡±

    She didn¡¯t see Evelina, and when Remington heard Lizetta¡¯s ungrateful retort, he let out a coldugh.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s not as foolish as you. She knows it¡¯s fake and wouldn¡¯t get that scared. Your face is so white

    you could scare off the NPCs. What¡¯s the point in running?¡±

    His words were harsh, but Lizetta felt warmth in her heart.

    Knowing Evelina¡¯s melodramatic nature, even if she wasn¡¯t scared, she¡¯d still be clingy and crying all

    over Remington.

    Now, Remington was by her side, and Evelina was nowhere to be seen. Had they gotten separated, or

    was it possible that Remington didn¡¯t like Evelina as much as it seemed?

    Lost in thought, Lizetta stayed in Remington¡¯s embrace, and before she knew it, they had reached the

    haunted house¡¯s exit.

    People from different paths started crowding together at the exit, making it congested.

    Lizetta was shielded within Remington¡¯s embrace, his towering figure creating an indestructible barrier

    that enveloped her securely.

    In the crush of the crowd, she indulged herself, reaching out to hug him.

    But just then, he suddenly let her go.

    He moved away from her, his tall frame cutting through the crowd, striding towards a specific spot up

    ahead.

    Suddenly without protection, Lizetta was stepped on, her body swayed, and she fell forward.

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    ¡°Are you Okay?¡±

    Hamilton popped up out of nowhere, steadying Lizetta just before she fell to her knees.

    Lizetta caught her bnce and looked around. Through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of

    Remington¡¯s towering figure, shielding someone in his arms.

    She couldn¡¯t get a clear view, but Lizetta knew it was Evelina.

    ¡°Back off! Someone fell down here!¡±

    Someone yelled from behind, but the crowd kept pushing.

    It seemed the drone show had started, not far in front of the haunted house, and everyone was eager

    to watch, causing the congestion.

    Lizetta turned her attention back to Hamilton, who was anxiously asking, ¡°Where¡¯s Nancy and Joseph?¡±

    Hamilton gave her a reassuring smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry; they¡¯re safe. Let¡¯s head out.¡±

    ¡°Okay.¡± Lizetta nodded.

    They walked further out before they were no longer brushing past one another. The drones took off with

    a whir, screams erupting all around.

    Against the ck curtain of the night, the drones formed the word ¡°love,¡± and Lizetta looked up to see it

    morph into two initials.

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    He looked down only to see Lizetta¡¯s face pale as a ghost.

    Staring up at the stars, her eyes were like falling meteors, shattering into light, and fading into ashes.

    ¡°Love E W¡°.

    Hamilton didn¡¯t get it, but how could Lizetta not?

    Remington hade to the amusement park with Evelina tonight, all for a romantic confession

    Hamilton felt a sting in his heart and stepped forward to block her view. He gently pressed on her

    shoulder, steering her body in another direction.

    ¡°Look over there!¡±

    Lizetta blinked and saw nothing but pitch¨Cck darkness. She looked up at Hamilton.

    ¡°So, what¡¯s over there?¡±

    Hamilton looked embarrassed, touching his nose, ¡°Just darkness, really. Use your imagination, and it

    can be anything.¡±

    Lizetta blinked again.

    Man, that¡¯s cold.

    Hamilton probably felt the awkwardness too, as they just stood there staring at each other. Then, as if

    on cue, they both burst outughing.

    ¡°Uncle! Did you forget about us?¡±

    Nancy¡¯s shout came from a distance, and Lizetta turned to see Nancy and Joseph perched on a big

    tree.

    Nancy was waving her small hand, lips all pouted..

    Hamilton exined, ¡°There were too many peopleing out, so I put them in the tree and went back

    to look for you.¡±

    The kids were clearly getting antsy.

    Lizetta and Hamilton went over to bring them down.

    ¡°Do you want to y something else?¡± Lizetta asked.

    Joseph, not really in the mood anymore, yawned, ¡°Liz, I¡¯m pooped. Let¡¯s head home.¡±

    He had seen the drone show¡¯s opening confession too, and felt bad for Liz.

    He wanted to lift her spirits, but with that jerk here, she probably wasn¡¯t up for fun.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go then.¡± Lizetta agreed.

    Hamilton chimed in, ¡°Kids should sleep early. Let¡¯s all go. I¡¯ll drop you

    off.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to bother Hamilton, but he was so insistent; with Nancy clinging to her waist, she

    reluctantly got into the passenger seat.

    The kids in the backseat soon fell asleep after the car started moving.

    The car was silent, and Hamilton turned to Lizetta. ¡°Do you mind if I put on some music?¡±

    Lizetta smiled faintly, ¡°Of course not.¡±

    Hamilton yed the music, and a familiar melody caught Lizetta off guard.

    It was one of her original songs. Lizetta thought it was a coincidence, but the next few songs were all

    hers

    too.

    She concealed her surprise, ¡°You like Maestro Adagio?¡±

    Hamilton looked at her, not hiding his admiration. ¡°Yes, I¡¯ve been a fan for a quite some time. I¡¯m a die¨C

    hard.¡± He was so earnest it made Lizetta¡¯s face blush.

    Even though he didn¡¯t know she was Maestro Adagio, being praised by a fan to her face was a first for

    Lizetta.

    She coughed and turned to say something, but then Hamilton stopped at a red light.

    He turned to her, his eyes burning with sincerity, and said, ¡°I used to be a fan of Maestro Adagio, but

    now I¡¯m a fan of her as a boyfriend.¡±

    ¡°You don¡¯t even know if she¡¯s a man or a woman, how could you?¡± Lizetta¡¯s words trailed off as she

    caught on to the warm, amused gaze of Hamilton.

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    was astonished, ¡°How did you recognize me?¡±

    The videos she posted on Twitter usually only showed her hands ying an instrument, and when she

    danced, she wore a mask the whole time.

    In real life, it was the first time a fan had recognized her,

    Hamilton just chuckled. The red light turned green, and he drove off.

    Lizetta, hanging on the edge of her seat with anticipation, urged, ¡°Tell me! You must be a fake fan,

    leaving your idol hanging like that?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m a die¨Chard fan! I¡¯ve watched each of your dance videos at least a hundred times. Thest time I

    gave you a ride on my motorcycle, I thought your figure looked familiar. But it was dark, and I wasn¡¯t

    sure. You have a tiny mole on the side of your right index finger. I made a point to check tonight, and

    that confirmed

    Lizetta nced down at her hand. The small mole was tucked between her index and middle fingers,

    barely noticeable.

    She was thoroughly impressed that he had noticed

    Just then, a cellphone ringtone sounded from the back seat.

    It was Joseph¡¯s phone. Lizetta leaned over to grab it.

    A call from Remington.

    Her smile slowly faded, and she immediately switched it to vibrate.

    But Remington called again quickly, and Lizetta pursed her lips as she answered

    ¡°Where are you?¡± The man¡¯s voice was deep and with annoyance.

    Lizetta responded coolly. ¡°It¡¯s me. We¡¯re on our way back now¡±

    ¡°Get off the car now, send me your location, and I¡¯lle to pick you up!¡± Remingtonmanded,

    brooking

    no argument.

    Lizetta bit her lip. Wasn¡¯t he with Evelina, having just made a romantic confession? Why wasn¡¯t he

    glued to his sweetheart, but instead, looking for her and Joseph?

    ¡°No need, you take care of Evelina. Joseph is already asleep

    ¡°I said get off now, Lizetta. Can¡¯t you understand?¡±

    The man cut her off, his voiceced with anger and a chilling edge that Lizetta could feel through the

    phone.

    She thought of how he had left her in the crowd, unhesitatingly squeezing through to Evelina, and the

    drone lights twinkling in the sky, her heart felt like it was fraying at the edges, tearing apart bit by bit.

    She moved her lips, her breathing sluggish.

    ¡°Is it cold? Should I turn on the heater? Hamilton¡¯s considerate voice broke the silence in the car.

    Lizetta snapped back to reality. ¡°No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Dashiell. We¡¯re almost home.¡±

    After she finished speaking, she hung up abruptly.

    She muted the phone and shoved it back into Joseph¡¯s backpack.

    13:14

    The car was quiet again. After a moment, Lizette turned to Hamilton, ¡°You just¡­¡±

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    ¡°Yeah, I did it on purpose.¡±

    His acknowledgment was so straightforward and candid that Lizetta couldn¡¯t even get mad.

    But Hamilton looked at her warlly, ¡°Sis, are you mad?¡±

    His eyes were innocent, and careful, like a puppy dog.

    Now Lizetta know what people meant by ¡®puppy dog type¡®. She said, not amused.

    ¡°Just drive welll Don¡¯t look at me, look ahead!¡±

    ¡°Okay.¡± Hamilton Immediately turned his head and straightened up in his seat, looking obedient as can

    be. But this guy, nowhere near being so naive and silly, was clearly moreplex than he seemed.

    At the amusement park parking lot.

    ¡°Roml, can you take me back? I was scared, and my stomach¡¯s been feeling queasy. I¡¯m a bit

    frightened. I can only rx if you¡¯re by my side.¡±

    Evelina had been ced in the back seat of the car after being knocked down and stepped on in the

    crowd. Cedric was about to close the car door, but Evelina wouldn¡¯t have it, gazing longingly at the man

    standing outside.

    His figure was tall andmanding, standing in the night, his handsome face as cold as ice, radiating

    a ¡®keep out¡® aura yet dangerously alluring.

    Evelina saw him on the phone, surely arguing with Lizetta.

    Now was her chance to make a move.

    It was worth it when she saw the new drone show on her way to the amusement park, which could be

    customized for her, and she immediately spent twenty thousand to arrange one for herself.

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    Eveling¡¯s eyes nearly melted as she gazed into Remington¡¯s, yet he made no move toward her.

    Then you better go back and rest early¡±

    The man Evelina¡¯s eyes nearly melted as she gazed into Remingtonis, yet he made no move toward

    her.

    ¡°Ma. Hawthorne? Cedric piped up.

    Evelina managed a weak smile and finally pulled her leg back into the car

    Cedric mmed the door shut and moved over to the driver¡¯s seat.

    As the car started rolling, Evelina chuckled, ¡°Cedric, you¡¯re getting married soon, right? I have yet to

    meet your girlfriend. When can you introduce her? I¡¯ve been out of the country for years, my circle¡¯s

    gone cold. Your girlfriend must be gentle and serene, we¡¯d get along well.¡±

    Cedric smiled politely, ¡°My girlfriend¡¯s got social anxiety, plus the doctor told Ms. Hawthorne toy low

    and rest up.¡±

    Evelina fidgeted with her fingers, trying both overtly and covertly to charm him a few times, but Cedric

    remained unswayed.

    Evelina, frustrated, finally pretended to sleep and gave up.

    After Lizetta dropped Joseph off, she told Hamilton to leave and hailed a cab herself.

    But Hamilton insisted it was on his way and persuaded Lizetta to join him in his car

    When they reached Meadowbrook Meadows, Lizetta got out, and Hamilton followed.

    ¡°Do you want me to rmend a reliablewyer and PR firm for the online vitriol?¡±

    As a fan of Lizetta, he was of course aware of her being exposed online today, her name was still in the

    trending searches.

    Lizetta was taken aback but thenughed at his genuine concern.

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    ¡°Don¡¯t you think charging 200 grand for one y makes mee off as a total money¨Cgrubber?¡±

    Hamilton arched an eyebrow, ¡°No way! You¡¯re my idol, of course, you¡¯re worth the price. You offering

    her the gig is an honor!¡±

    He was so earnest Lizetta almost bought it.

    Blind affirmation from a fan sometimes can be hard to bear,

    I

    Feeling a bit sheepish, Lizetta waved him off, ¡°Nah, I have my ways of dealing with it. You should go

    back now, thanks for the ride.¡±

    As she turned to leave, Hamilton called out, ¡°Lizetta, seriously, do you really not find me familiar at all?¡±

    Lizetta spun around, her face a mix of surprise and confusion, ¡°Have we met before?¡±

    She was still trying to recall when she might have seen him, as she had no memory of him whatsoever.

    Hamilton facepalmed, ¡°Forget it, just contact me if you need help.¡±

    He saluted her with a cool flick of his fingers, swung open the car door, and slid in.

    ¡°I¡¯ll do my best, nighty night.¡±

    He drove away, leaving Lizetta standing there, still trying to figure out what he meant by doing his best.

    13:14

    As she turned around, little did she know that someone was silently standing behind her.

    ¡°Ah!¡± Lizetta screamed and stumbled backward.

    ¡°What¡¯s with the screaming?! Geez, ¡®sis¡®? Pretty sweet, huh? Lizetta, you¡¯re quite something. I haven¡¯t

    seen you for half a day, and you¡¯ve already got someone like Hamilton, the nation¡¯s heartthrob hubby?¡±

    Yndatched onto Lizetta¡¯s arm, eyes wide with curiosity.

    Lizetta clutched her chest, ¡°Are you trying to scare me to death? What¡¯s this about a heartthrob

    hubby?¡±

    Ynda rolled her eyes, ¡°You living offline or what? Hamilton, man, the breakout star fromst year¡¯s

    hottest talent show, one of the top idol pups on the scene.

    The dude wasn¡¯t even twentyst year, and he¡¯s already got a solid fanbase of ¡®girlfriend fans¡® calling

    him ¡®hubby¡® left and right. Mention ¡®nation¡¯s heartthrob hubby, and everyone knows it¡¯s him.¡±

    Lizetta was stunned. That exined why at the amusement park, Hamilton was all masked up and hat

    pulled low, looking like a dead ringer for Cassius.

    So, when he said he¡¯d do his best, did he mean he thought he wasn¡¯t famous enough?

    She didn¡¯t recognize him; was that meant to signal he needed to work harder?

    Lizettaughed helplessly, ¡°Hubby, huh? Sure it¡¯s not meant to be a diss?¡±

    ¡°How could it be? It¡¯s a term of endearment, super cute. Spill it, what¡¯s the deal with you two?¡±

    As Ynda pressed Lizetta with questions, Remington¡¯s car parked at the base of an old residential

    building.

    The man got out and headed straight into the building.

    He climbed to the top floor and knocked on the door.

    No response after a long while.

    He withdrew his hand, turned around, and saw a middle¨Caged woman peering out from the fifth floor,

    looking upwards.

    Before Remington could say a word, the woman spoke up.

    ¡°You looking for those two girls upstairs? They moved out. A couple of days ago, one of the young

    ladies was nearly in trouble; the police came, and the house was sealed for a day. Didn¡¯t you know?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood there, his presence overwhelming, like a predator

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    The woman suddenly regretted being a chatterbox and wanted to make a quick exit, but Remington

    started descending the stairs.

    ¡°What happened here, you said?¡±

    The guy was tail as a tree, casting a big shadow as he came down the steps.

    The woman went pale, wanted to bolt, but felt like she was in the crosshairs of a predator. mming

    up seemed like a one¨Cway ticket to an even worse fate.

    With nerves making her gulp, she stammered out the whole story.

    Lizetta got home, freshened up, shot the breeze with Ynda for a bit, and then headed to her room.

    She was about to hit the hay when Ynda barged in, phone in hand, ¡°Liz, Hamilton¡¯s got your back on

    Twitter, check it out!¡±

    ????

    She flopped onto the bed and thrust the phone at Lizetta.

    There it was, Hamilton¡¯s tweet.

    [300 grand to book Maestro Adagio for a new song debut, please bless me with your presence.]

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    Hamilton had a whopping 30 million followers on Twitter, and today Lizetta was trending for all the

    wrong reasons, but the buzz was through the roof.

    His tweets

    set Twitter on fire. His fans swarmed in, at first wondering if he was throwing shade.

    But then Hamilton pped back at a fan.

    [Maestro Adagio is my idol; been a fan for two years. Chill, folks, I don¡¯t joke about my i

    idols.]

    All this went down five minutes ago, and five minutester, Lizetta¡¯s Twitter was besieged by Hamilton¡¯s

    fans.

    ¡°OMG, look at those follower numbers soar! Hamilton¡¯s fans areing to your defense; their clout is

    off the charts! Liz, take a look, the trolls are getting shredded!¡±

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    Ynda was over the moon, and Lizetta saw it all, her feelings a mixed bag. She never expected

    Hamilton. to pull something like this. Talked about owing someone big time.

    ¡°Damn! Hamilton¡¯s got game, a real stand¨Cup guy! We can try get in touch with him,¡± Ynda nodded

    in approval.

    After duking it out with trolls all day, that weight in her chest was finally lifting. Thinking about Evelina

    probably seething was just icing on the cake for Ynda; Hamilton was the man.

    Lizetta scrolled through her phone, hit some nastyments, and paused.

    [Maestro Adagio is hiding in his shell, too guilty to respond, huh? Hamilton¡¯s getting ahead of himself,

    meddling in this mess, not afraid to sink with the ship?]

    [Hamilton¡¯s backing up a no¨Ctalent, money¨Cgrubbing hackposer; his y is just brainless!]

    [Hamilton, just blink if you¡¯ve been kidnapped.]

    Lizetta frowned. She had nned to respond tomorrow, but Hamilton¡¯s public support stirred the pot

    even

    more.

    If she didn¡¯t speak up now, who knew how things would unravel, and she couldn¡¯t drag him into this

    mess.

    She got up to grab herptop, ¡°I¡¯ll respond right now.¡±

    ¡°Right on, time to p those haters! But Liz, how are you nning to p back?¡±

    Ynda leaned in close, eyes glued to theptop.

    Three minutester, Lizetta posted the evidence she had prepared, and Ynda pped her thigh in

    revtion.

    ¡°Exactly! Evelina¡¯s calling you greedy, but you didn¡¯t pocket a cent! Why worry? Drop that evidence,

    steal her thunder, and how would the trolls be able to attack you without any reason? Ugh, I¡¯m such a

    dunce; why didn¡¯t I think of this?¡±

    The evidence Lizetta posted wasn¡¯t just any old thing; It was screenshots of bank transfers.

    The 200 grand from the Dashiell Group came in and was sent out in less than ten minutes, to a charity

    home for people with disabilities.

    At the same time, Lizetta posted records of her charitable donations over the years. In thest three or

    four years, using this alias, she had donated a total of 1.2 million. Not a single penny of this alias

    ie was spent on herself.

    Evelina¡¯s smear campaign about Lizetta being greedy and money¨Chungry was aplete joke. Her

    response was a resounding p across the faces of the trolls and Evelina.

    ¡°Ahhh, thements are heated! Complete turnaround, it¡¯s amazing!¡±

    Ynda hugged Lizetta and nted a kiss on her. Lizetta, caught up in the moment,ughed along.

    Just then, there was a sudden pounding at the door. Whoever it was, they seemed in a hurry and up to

    no good.

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    "Don''t move a muscle; I''ll go check it out."

    Ynda held Lizetta back as she hopped out of bed and darted out.

    Lizetta didn''t put up a fight and got up too, casually grabbing a ss item from the nightstand to follow her.

    Ynda opened the door, frowning, "Mr. Dashiell?"

    A man d in ck, chilled to the bone, stood outside. With a handsome yet frosty face, his gaze fleetingly swept over Ynda, and her spontaneous exmation of "Badass Remington" turned into "Mr. Dashiell".

    Remington Ignored Ynda and strode into the room, heading straight for Lizetta at the bedroom doorway.

    Lizetta was stunned, "How did you know I was here? And aren''t you...ahh!"

    Before she could finish, Remington scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

    Ynda snapped to her senses and rushed to push the door. It was locked from the inside, and Ynda began frantically banging on it.

    *Mr. Dashiell, what the heck are you doing!? What are you going to do to Liz? Cut it out; open the door!"

    Inside the bedroom, Remington dropped Lizetta onto the bed and flung a piece of clothing at her from the wardrobe, "Put this on, ande with me!" Lizetta, disoriented, got up with her hair all over the ce and was too peeved toply. Tucking few tufts of her hair up, she retorted, brows furrowed.

    "What''s gotten into you in the middle of the night? I''m not dressing up and I''m not going anywhere with you! If you don''t want to divorce, we''ll just live separately!"

    She stood her ground, her face icy cold.

    Remington seemed shrouded in a cold mist, taking a step closer, he leaned down and grasped Lizetta''s chin, "Separate? Ha, nice try! I don''t agree, so you''re not going anywhere!"

    He let go of her and stood up, "Not changing, huh? Fine."

    Sensing danger, Lizetta crossed her arms and backed away, "What are you gonna do? Mmmph!"

    Her words were cut off as the duvet was thrown over her head. Before she could react, Remington grabbed her legs and flipped her over on the bed, rolling her up in the duvet like a cocoon,

    Lizetta felt her world turn upside down as he hoisted her over his shoulder.

    "Remington! Let me go; I''m not going back with you! Are you out of your mind?

    Lizetta kicked and struggled, but the duvet was wrapped too tight; she couldn''t even squirm, and Remington gave her a firm smack on the butt. Even through the duvet, she could feel the sting.

    "Liz! Badass Remington, if you don''t open this door I''m gonna kick it down!"

    Ynda was beside herself, stepping back to take a run at the door when it suddenly opened. She almost couldn''t stop herself, steadying against the wall just as Remington strode past her with Lizetta over his shoulder.

    Ynda hurried after them, only to be blocked by a man in ck stepping inside the door in front of her.

    "Move It! What in the world is Badass Remington up to in the dead of night? Ynda clenched her fists, Teady to throw a punch.

    The man had a stern face with a scar on his forehead, his eyes emotionless, like a cold-blooded killing machine

    He spoke up. "You can''t beat me"

    The disdain in his eyes was crystal clear. Ynda was furing, but she knew she was no match for this man. He was Remington''s number-one bodyguard, mysterious and ruthless. Once, Ynda had squared off against him; her hard-earned skills reduced to mere show, and she was floored in no time.

    Yet worried for Lizetta, she charged, "Won''t know unless we try!"

    The man dodged her punch and in the blink of an eye had her arm twisted behind her back, pinning her down on the couch, her face squished. "Ynda, the boss means no harm to the missus, just heard some things and wants to have a good chat with her."

    "That''s his idea of a good chat? Anyone would think Badass Remington is here for a vendetta! Ow!" Ynda screamed, feeling like her arm was about to dislocate.

    "Ynda, if it weren''t for the missus'' sake, with that mouth of yours, you''d have been booted out of Zion City a couple of times over already." Downstairs, Lizetta was already bundled into the back seat of the car.

    As the car drove off, Lizetta wriggled her head out of the duvet, her face flushed from being cooped up.

    Her eyes were red too, ring at the man beside her, "Let me out, Ynda will worry! And keep your men in line; if she gets hurt, I''ll make you pay!"

    Although her vision was blocked earlier, she could sense that Remington had left someone behind.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.

    "Whether she gets hurt depends on your attitude," Remington said coldly, not even lifting his eyes to look at Lizetta.

    He bent his head, seemingly checking some information on his phone.

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    Just got Daniel¡¯s background check; it just came in.

    Lizetta nced back at the car; Ynda hadn¡¯t evene chasing after them. Clearly, she had been

    held. back.

    Ynda had got a fiery temper, if she really got into it with the Remington folks, who knew if she¡¯d get

    hurt.

    Lizetta was panting like a deted balloon, ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll be a good girl and go back with you.¡±

    Only then did Remington lift his gaze to look at her, his deep eyes fixating on her reddened eyes. He

    was a bit irritated, his voiceced with sarcasm, ¡°No use crying over spilled milk, huh?¡±

    He still made the call, instructing. ¡°Be nice to Ynda.¡±

    Seeing him hang up, Lizetta wrapped herself in the duvet and huddled next to the car door, silent.

    After a while, Remington was the first to break the silence, ¡°Don¡¯t you have anything to say to me?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat; her hands clenching under the duvet. With him so ticked off and asking

    like that, could it be he found out she was pregnant?

    She subconsciously touched her belly, her face a picture of confusion as she turned to look at him.

    ¡°What do you want me to say? That I saw your heartfelt confession to Evelina? That I know my ce

    and wish you well?¡± She tried to change the subject, and she clearly seeded.

    Remington frowned slightly, ¡°What heartfelt confession?¡±

    Lizetta thought he was being phony, a cold sneer yed at theer of her lips, ¡°I wasn¡¯t blind at the

    amusement park just now!¡±

    Thinking about that scene, Lizetta couldn¡¯t keep her cool, she turned her head away to look out the

    window again.

    It wasn¡¯t because she was still in love with Remington. Any wife who saw her husband publicly

    dering love for another woman couldn¡¯t stay calm.

    ¡°Ah!¡± With a startled cry, Lizetta was yanked into his embrace.

    Remington looked down at her, a frown creasing his brows.

    ¡°Speak clearly! When did I ever make a heartfelt confession to Evelina at the amusement park?¡±

    Seeing him deny it, Lizetta snorted, ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you didn¡¯t know that¡¯s what it meant! Drone

    confessions, there might be videos spreading online by now,¡±

    However, the lines in Remington¡¯s brows deepened, his lips pressed slightly, ¡°Lizetta, are you illiterate?

    The most important subject is missing, and you¡¯re in such a hurry to pin it on me?¡±

    Lizettaughed, ¡°If not you, then who? Did Evelina make¡­¡±

    She spoke mockingly, but her voice trailed off half way.

    Setting up a show like that for oneself, no one else would be so theatrical, but Evelina, maybe not so

    sure.

    No subject, even if Remington started asking questions, Evelina could say it was a gift she wanted to

    give herself, something to motivate herself. Could it really not be Remington?

    ¡°Talking about being dumb and then ying the victim, ¡®stupid¡® is the only word that suits your pea¨C

    sized brain,¡± Remington mocked.

    Lizetta was not convinced, ¡°Pea¨Csized brain?¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Enough to wrong me, and show your nonsensical stubbornness.¡±

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    Biting her lip. ¡°You¡¯re not off the hook yet! You were there at the amusement park too, ditching me to

    protect her. That big drone show was blinding! How could you not have seen it?¡±

    Because Remington was there at the time, under those circumstances, no one would believe him.

    Watching her stubborn and unrepentant demeanor, Remington let out augh tinged with coldness.

    ¡°Stop the car!¡±

    The car came to an almost immediate halt, and the driver stepped out.

    Lizetta clutched the nket tighter, quickly sitting up away from Remington¡¯s embrace, watching him

    warily, ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    Seeing her looking like she¡¯d bolt ten meters away if she could, Remington could hardly keep his anger

    in check.

    His face as grim as still water, ¡°I¡¯m giving you a chance toe clean and apologize. Three minutes,

    think hard about what you should be saying to me. If you keep up this nonsense, I¡¯ll throw you out!¡±

    After such a big mess, she kept it from him; that was one thing. But moving into Hogan¡¯s house

    afterwards, did she think he was dead? Spending her days doing nothing but butting heads with him,

    what else could she do?

    Lizetta felt his icy gaze piercing her, as if her heart was being kneaded by him repeatedly. Even if the

    drone show was a misunderstanding, wasn¡¯t he the one who cherished and valued Evelina so much?

    What right did he have to drag her out in the middle of the night, to mock and scorn her over and over

    again? She kept a cold face, ¡°I¡¯ve got nothing to say.¡±

    Remington¡¯s pupils contracted, his voice ice¨Ccold, ¡°Get out!¡±

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    Lizetta was in utter disbelief, ¡°I¡¯m In my PJs and barefoot!¡±

    She was carried out in her pajamas, and now he was about to dump her midway.

    Remington snorted coldly, ¡°You could choose to apologize.¡±

    He waited for her to beg for mercy. But in the next second, the woman who refused to get out of the car

    turned around and boldly jumped out, mming the car door behind her with a loud bang.

    Remington¡¯s face turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. The driver, Christ, got back

    in the car, and Remington snapped, ¡°Drive!¡±

    Christ had been with the Dashiell family for ages and suggested, ¡°Boss, it¡¯s pitch¨Cck outside. Mrs.

    Dashiell is lightly dressed, didn¡¯t take her phone, and the weather¡¯s turning cold.¡±

    Remington cut him off coldly, ¡°It was her choice to leave.¡±

    Christ wondered if that meant he should go and convince Mrs. Dashiell toe back.

    Meanwhile, outside, Lizetta had already turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, as

    the temperature inside the car seemed to drop another five degrees.

    Lizetta hugged herself, but it didn¡¯t stop the cold wind. The chilly autumn night was turning stormy, and

    her nightgown was thin, barely reaching her knees.

    Her bare feet felt the cold, hard ground beneath them. But she didn¡¯t want to go back and beg

    Remington. She wasn¡¯t going to let him push her around without a fight..

    Behind her, she heard the sound of the car driving away and something being thrown out. Lizetta

    turned around to see the duvet on the ground; the car had kicked up leaves and was now far away. It

    seemed he thought her stuff was dirtying his car

    She hesitated for a moment, went back, shook out the nket, and wrapped it around herself. She

    started walking back, with raindrops falling through the gaps in the leaves overhead. Lizetta quickened

    her pace.

    She figured the car hadn¡¯t gone far; a half¨Chour walk should take her back to Meadowbrook Meadows.

    Lucky for her the weather was bad; there weren¡¯t many people around. Otherwise, wandering with hair

    wrapped in a nket and barefoot, she¡¯d look like a total lunatic.

    A car honked from behind her. Lizetta¡¯s nose tingled, and she walked faster.

    Someone got out of the car and caught up to her, grabbing her.

    ¡°Liz.¡±

    ¡°Didn¡¯t you leave? You jerk.¡±

    messy

    Lizetta turned around, tears she couldn¡¯t hold back fell, like a ruffled kitten that could burst into tears

    with a single touch. But her expression quickly froze because the person wasn¡¯t Remington; it was

    Hogan.

    ¡°What happened? Never mind. Let¡¯s not talk about it now; just get in the car,¡± he looked down at her

    feet and added.

    In the car.

    Hogan turned on the heater and handed Lizetta a towel, saying kindly, ¡°Dry yourself off.¡±

    Her hair was wet. She took the towel and wiped herself, ¡°Howe you¡¯re here?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve got another ce here in Meadowbrook Meadows. I live there, too.¡±

    Lizetta paused, ¡°Just got off work?¡±

    Yeah, got called in for two emergency surgeries after my shift, and that¡¯s why I¡¯mte.¡±

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    She nodded, her eyes downcast, and fell silent for a moment.

    Lizetta¡¯s dealings with Hogan had mostly been about Thaddeus and often at the hospital. But his recent

    actions made her feel something was different.

    Hogan knew Shirley and casually had more than one apartment in Meadowbrook Meadows. His

    background couldn¡¯t be simple.

    Meadowbrook Meadows weren¡¯t close to the hospital. Why would he stay here? Lizetta couldn¡¯t help

    but wonder.

    ¡°By the way, the lease contract is printed,¡± Hogan pulled out a document from the glovepartment

    and handed over.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t take it, smiling instead.

    ¡°Hogan, Ynda and I discussed it, and we think it¡¯s a bit far from her school. We¡¯re looking for a new

    ce. and nning to move out in the next couple of days. Thanks for offering shelter.¡±

    They were both smart people. Hogan got the hint; it was her polite way of saying no. He paused with

    the contract in hand, and then put it back, his smile as warm and gentle as ever.

    ¡°Okay, if you don¡¯t find something suitable, there¡¯s no rush to move.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Hogan,¡± Lizetta thanked him again.

    The car had stopped. Lizetta opened the door to get out, but Hogan didn¡¯t unlock it. Lizetta looked at

    him, and Hogan bent over and pulled out a pair of shoes from under his seat, offering them to her.

    ¡°I just put them in here a few days ago; haven¡¯t worn them yet.¡±

    They were used for surgeries. Lizetta instinctively curled her dirty toes.

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    Hogan added, ¡°Don¡¯t worry about paying me back, just leave it at your ce.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t refuse anymore, especially since the rain had already started to drench the ground

    outside.

    ¡°You better head back now¡± she took the shoes, hopped out of the car, and dashed into the building.

    Lizette knocked on the door, and Ynda¡¯s face was a picture of shock, ¡°What happened to you, and

    where¡¯s Badass Remington?¡±

    Ynda hurriedly pulled her inside and poured her some hot water.

    Lizetta took a sip and sneezed; Ynda nudged her towards the bathroom. Once she emerged from a

    hot shower and settled on the couch, Lizetta briefly filled her in on what had happened, including

    turning down Hogan.

    ¡°Ynda, sorry, looks like we gotta hunt for a new ce again.¡±

    u sure

    ¡°Don¡¯t say that. Hogan seems decent, and Badass Remington is turning into a real monster. Are you

    you don¡¯t want to reconsider?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m not a good match to him.¡±

    Not to mention, she was pregnant and didn¡¯t have remarriage on her mind. Even without a baby, her

    heart¡¯s wounds needed a long time to heal. Why lead someone on for no reason?

    ¡°Alrighty, you¡¯ve got that audition with Master Doriesing up. Focus on your dance; forget about the

    house hunt.¡±

    Lizetta felt a wave of warmth, leaned in for a hug, and Ynda hissed in pain.

    ¡°Are you hurt? Did Remington¡¯s goons do this?¡±

    She tried to peel back Ynda¡¯s clothes, but Ynda dodged, ¡°It¡¯s nothing, just a little twist.¡±

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    Lizetta pinned her down and saw a bruise on her shoulder de. Without a word, Lizetta fetched the

    first¨Caid kit and started applying some ointment on the bruise.

    Her aura was so intense that Ynda didn¡¯t dare to speak and just let her do her thing. After Lizetta

    pulled her clothes back, Ynda cracked a smile and shrugged.

    ¡°That feels good.¡±

    Lizetta red at her, and Ynda clung to her yfully, ¡°All good now, really doesn¡¯t hurt. I started it,

    anyway, plus I¡¯m always getting knocked around on set, what¡¯s a bruise or two?¡±

    Seeing her smile, Lizetta felt a twinge in her nose.

    ¡°It¡¯s different.¡±

    ¡°Okay, okay, let¡¯s talk about something fun. You wouldn¡¯t believe it, but Evelina¡¯s true colors have been

    exposed. Hamilton¡¯s fans are all pros at seeing through people¡¯s BS. They¡¯ve flooded Evelina¡¯s Twitter,

    tearing her a new one.

    They¡¯re calling out her tweet for being passive¨Caggressive, and with her tiny following, she didn¡¯t stand

    a chance. Nowizens are all over her for proof of her charitable donations.¡±

    Ynda showed her phone to Lizetta. True enough, Evelina¡¯s followers were plummeting, and Lizetta¡¯s

    own follower count was rocketing towards 6 million

    [My Hamilton has an eye for talent! Obsessed with the goddess; his songs and dance moves are killer!]

    Been a fan of Maestro Adagio for over a year, and Hamilton for 9 months, now I feel like I¡¯m being two¨C

    timed by both; who gets it?]

    But the hottestment was a shout¨Cout, already with a long thread below.

    When is Maestro Adagio gonna follow back Hamilton? He¡¯s about to pass out from crying!!]

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes curved into a smile as she hit the follow¨Cback button, and Ynda couldn¡¯t wait to dive

    back. Into Evelina¡¯s Twitter, which was full of negativity, just like Lizetta¡¯s had been before tonight.

    ¡°Bitch Evelina has lost fifty to sixty thousands of followers; she must be freaking out! Serves her right!¡±

    [All that talk about being a posh beauty, speaking in riddles, unting her love life ¨C if she¡¯s so great,

    let¡¯s see how much she¡¯s donated, what kind of good deeds she¡¯s done.]

    [Why¡¯s she hiding now? Don¡¯t tell me she hasn¡¯t donated a dime all year, not a single contribution to

    society, huh? Yuck.]

    The tables had indeed turned. Lizetta nced through briefly before urging Ynda to bed.

    ¡°Stop scrolling, have you been glued to the web all day? You¡¯ve got roon eyes!¡±

    ¡°Really? It¡¯s all Bitch Evelina¡¯s fault!¡± Ynda hollered as she scampered into the bedroom.

    Lizetta shook her head with a smile, went back to her room, and made a call. After hanging up, she

    removed Remington from the block list, and sent him a message.

    [Tomorrow at 9 AM, at the Starlight Group, meet me at the Caf¨¦ downstairs. I¡¯ll be waiting.]

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    When Remington got Lizetta¡¯s message, he was already back at Oakridge Heights.

    On his desk was a more detailed file about Daniel, listing all the girls he had screwed over the years.

    Voluntarily or coerced, it was as thick as a book. And it even led to a loss of life two years ago.

    Remington¡¯s eyes darkened, struggling to imagine what might have happened that night if Lizetta

    hadn¡¯t thought on her feet.

    A silent killing intent spread until his phone pinged with another notification. He nced at the screen,

    the murderous vibe slowly melting away. He tossed the file into the trash andmanded in a deep

    voice, ¡°Go, but leave him breathing.¡±

    That was what one called a fate worse than death.

    ¡°Got it,¡± standing in front of the desk, a solemn figure, Ray, understood and left to carry out the order.

    It was then that Remington picked up his phone and read the message. The woman not only had taken

    him

    off the blocklist but also asked to meet at a caf¨¦ the next day; the chill in Remington¡¯s eyespletel

    thawed, leaving him pensive.

    At that moment, Edith knocked on the door, ¡°Sir, Mr. Lucian Dashiell is here.¡±

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    Remington flipped his phone face down on the desk, ¡®Take him to the recreation room.¡±

    When Remington arrived, Lucian was already waiting.

    ¡°Remi, calling me over thiste, you¡¯re not asking me to sweat it out with you, are you?¡±

    He gestured at the workout equipment, slightly puzzled.

    Remington didn¡¯t respond but walked over, picked up a pair of boxing gloves from the rack, and tossed

    them to Lucian. He grabbed a pair for himself and slowly put them on.

    Lucian was momentarily taken aback, then cracked a smile, shed his coat, slipped on the gloves, and

    squared up, tilting his chin, ¡°Remi, you sit in the office all day, and I¡¯m a pro athlete. You¡¯re no match for

    me

    now.¡±

    Before he could finish his sentence, Remington moved like lightning.

    A kick to the chest sent Lucian stumbling back a few steps, a dull pain in his chest. Before he could

    catch his breath, another kick was flying his way, and Lucian¡¯s towering figure twisted and fell, sliding

    two meters and crashing into a corner.

    ¡°You talk too much,¡± Remington said coldly, eyeing Lucian and motioning with his fists.

    With a sharp look, Lucian sprang to his feet, clenched his fists, and charged forward. But as it turned

    out, even with daily professional training, he was no match for Remington in the boxing ring.

    After being knocked down for the eighteenth time, Luciany there gasping for air, not getting up to

    fight back. Instead, he ripped off his gloves and asked, ¡°You know about that thing, right?¡± His tone was

    questioning, but it sounded like a confirmation.

    Being called in just to get beat up had to mean Remington knew about the thing he and Lizetta had

    kept from him.

    Still standing, Remington Jooked down at Lucian and said coolly, ¡°Not too stupid.¡±

    Lucian sat up, wincing from his injuries, ¡°Ouch, Remi, you don¡¯t hold back, do you? It was Litchi who

    told me not to tell you,¡±

    ¡°And you just went along with it because she said so? What is she, your boss? Remington scoffed.

    Lucian felt he was being wronged, ¡°Isn¡¯t she just like the little boss?¡±

    As kids, when he and Lizetta fought, no matter who was at fault, Remi always gave him a good

    thrashing. And yearster, nothing had changed. No, it had changed; because of Lizetta marrying

    Remington, his fists just now were ever relentless; he was in severe pain¡­

    Somehow his words seemed to have struck a nerve with Remington, whose gaze turned even more

    piercing.

    ¡°Sho¡¯s my

    wife! My wife goes through something like this and you conspire with her to hide it from me; what the

    hell are you ying at?¡±

    Lucian felt a bit guilty and scratched his nose, ¡°Remi, don¡¯t be mad. Lizetta was just worried that if you

    found out, you¡¯d overthink it or do something rash because of what happened that year. She cares

    about you too much.¡±

    Remington sneered, ¡°Should I be thanking you guys for being so considerate

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    Lucian was feeling like he was about to lose his marbles chatting away. Any more of this yammering

    and he was worried he¡¯d kick the bucket right there.

    Shifting gears, he said, ¡°He¡¯s been having a rough couple of days. I made sure he got some decent

    grub, though he¡¯s about half dead from all the fuss. Let¡¯s just drop it, okay? Litchi didn¡¯t want you in the

    loop, so Remi, y dumb.¡±

    He didn¡¯t get to finish his sentence. Remington was already on his way out, leaving behind a frosty

    one¨Cliner, ¡°Keep your nose out of my marriage!¡±

    The next day.

    When Cedric swung by bright and early to pick up Remington, he was surprised to find Remington

    hadn¡¯te down from upstairs yet.

    Edith said, ¡°Mr. Dashiell had breakfast and then went back up. You might as well wait for him there,

    Cedric.¡±

    Cedric felt it a bit weird. Workaholic Mr. Dashiell seemed off his game today. It got even weirder when

    Cedric realized Remington wasn¡¯t holed up in his study but was still in the dressing room picking out a

    tie.

    Oblivious to his own strangeness, Mr. Dashiell even turned around with two ties in hand and asked,

    ¡°Which one¡¯s better?¡±

    Cedric¡¯s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He couldn¡¯t spot a difference between the two ties ¨C both

    had blue subtle patterns. On closer inspection, was the left one with slightlyrger checks?

    ¡°The left one?¡± Cedric hurriedly suggested, catching Remington¡¯s impatient gaze.

    Two minutester, Remington tied on the right one and walked past Cedric without a word.

    On the way to thepany, however, Cedric could tell the boss was in a different mood. It wasn¡¯t until

    after an early morning meeting and hearing Remington¡¯s instructions that Cedric got where this mood

    wasing from.

    ¡°Go wait for Mrs. Dashiell at the caf¨¦ downstairs. If she¡¯s realized her mistake, bring her up.¡±

    So Mrs. Dashiell was buttering up the boss, huh? Cedric couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, ¡°Should I clear up

    your schedule for lunch, maybe book a restaurant?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes were intently glued to the data charts on hisputer, ¡°Just do what you need to to.¡±

    Cedric stifled augh. No wonder the boss was fussing over a tie ¨C he had a date with the missus

    nned.

    Cedric headed down to the caf¨¦ and there was Lizetta already waiting. But she wasn¡¯t alone; there was

    a middle¨Caged man with sses sitting by her side.

    Cedric couldn¡¯t quite figure out what was going on as he approached.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, who is this?

    Lizetta nced over Cedric¡¯s shoulder, not seeing Remington, her expression hardly changing as she

    pointed to the man next to her and started introducing him to Cedric.

    Cedric¡¯s smile slowly stiffened. Ten minutester, he was back in the boss¡® office.

    As he walked in, Remington¡¯s eyes were still on hisputer, he just asked, ¡°Has she admitted her

    mistake?¡±

    He only heard one person¡¯s footsteps but figured Lizetta wasgging behind. He was peeved enough

    to

    leave her by the roadsidest night; the woman ought to be doing some serious soul¨Csearching

    She¡¯d been acting uptely, and even had the nerve to block him. Last night, she silently added him

    back and asked to meet up, which meant she probably knew where she messed up.

    As for why she didn¡¯te straight up, probably too sheepish.

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    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, she¡­

    Cedric hemmed and hawed, and finally, Remingtor¡¯s attention shifted from hisputer, he looked up.

    His gazended on something in Cedric¡¯s hand, ¡°What¡¯s that you¡¯re holding?¡±

    Cedric, nerves of steel, clenched his teeth andid the document in front of Remington, blurting out

    quickly, ¡°Boss, this is a new divorce settlement prepared by the Mrs Dashiell. She says she agrees to

    the divorce terms you proposed before. She even brought awyer. Asked me to bring up the revised

    settlement for your signature and then to take it back down.¡±

    With just a few words, Cedric was sweating bullets.

    The boss thought Mrs. Dashiell wasing to grovel. Turned out, she¡¯d even got the divorcewyer all

    lined up. Cedric felt secondhand embarrassment for his boss.

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    When Cedric was on pins and needles, a loud noise of a chair grating against the floor cut through the

    deathly silence of the office.

    It was a sharp and spooky sound. Cedric wished he could just tuck his head into his chest as, from the

    corner of his eye, he saw Remington, radiating an icy chill, heading for the door.

    Cedric hurried to follow, but nearly got his nose squashed by the door mming shut. For the sake of

    his own skin, he wisely decided not to follow any further.

    Down at the caf¨¦.

    Thewyer Lizetta had hired bolted as soon as he found out the other party was Remington.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t hold him back, so she had to wait there by herself. She nced at the time, she had

    booked the dance studio and needed to hustle over there to practiceter.

    But this time, she should be able to smoothly get Remington to sign the divorce papers, right? As

    Lizetta was mulling this over, an intense gaze locked onto her as if it were tangible.

    When Lizetta looked up, the man was already striding over to her, bringing a cold breeze with him.

    ¡°What, ah! What are you doing?¡±

    Remington grabbed Lizetta¡¯s wrist, yanked her up from her seat, and started heading out. The man¡¯s

    back gave off a cold and fierce vibe as he strode quickly and urgently.

    Lizetta was only 5¡¯6¡°, much shorter than him, and stumbled as she was dragged along, banging her

    thigh against the corner of a nearby table.

    She winced in pain and struggled, ¡°Remington, let go!¡±

    The man was deaf to her pleas, pulling her out of the caf¨¦ and into the elevator down to the

    underground parking.

    It was the middle of the workday, and the parking lot was deserted.

    Lizetta, frightened by his dominant and fierce aura, struggled even harder, ¡°It hurts; can¡¯t you just tell

    me what you want to say?¡±

    Remington finally stopped, but the next second he turned around and mmed the divorce papers into

    Lizetta¡¯s arms.

    Lizetta clutched the papers in panic, only to be scooped up by Remington. He took a few quick steps,

    opened the car door, and stuffed her inside.

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    Lizetta kicked and tried to jump out, not cooperating at all, ¡°What on earth are you doing? I have things

    to

    do.¡±

    Before she could finish, with a click, Remington buckled her seatbelt and mmed the car door shut

    with a bang.

    Lizetta was fuming, but then a thought struck her. Could it be that Remington was eager to whisk her

    off to City Hall?

    She stopped struggling and hastily flipped to thest page of the divorce agreement. But there, only her

    own signature was on it; Remington still hadn¡¯t signed.

    Lizetta¡¯s anger red up even more, and as soon as Remington got in the car, she confronted him

    irritably.

    ¡°What¡¯s the meaning of this? You said yourself, as long as I pay back 3 million to the Dashiell family,

    you¡¯d

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    agree to the divorce. I¡¯ve agreed to your terms now, why won¡¯t you sign?¡±

    In this new agreement, she was willing to divorce without taking any property with her, and to pay back

    3 million as thepensation of two years of marriage without affection.

    She couldn¡¯t understand what more he could possibly want! Lizetta felt like she was going to go mad

    because of him.

    Remington¡¯s mocking gaze was cold, ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯ve grown some ambition, huh? Where do you n

    to scrounge up that 3 million?¡±

    She was just a 22¨Cyear¨Cold girl who hadn¡¯t held down a serious job since graduating. With those two

    dodgy part¨Ctime gigs she had left, how could she muster up that 3 million?

    He was sure she couldn¡¯te up with the money; that was why he set the condition, never expecting

    she would actually agree.

    ¡°You don¡¯t need to worry about where I¡¯ll get the money from. I wrote it in the agreement, and I won¡¯t go

    back on my word. Just sign it already!¡±

    Lizetta remembered howst night Remington had carried her out and dumped her barefoot on the

    main road. Thinking about how his people had hurt Ynda, she couldn¡¯t stand another day of it.

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    Plus, in just a couple of days, she had gotta meet Mester Dones, so she was racing again the clock to

    som out the divorce and get ready to jet off abroad

    If she dragged her feet any longer, she wouldn¡¯t be able to hide her baby burg Learing over, she stuted

    the divorce papers into Remington¡¯s hands and started rummaging through the dove bor forage

    But Remington grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. Lizette fell into his arms, the seater

    outing Into her chest so tight she could barely breathe.

    ¡°Ha, 3 million ain¡¯t chump change. I don¡¯t need to worry? Are you gonna do prostution? I sure as hell

    don wanna be sporting a title of being cuckolded before we even split

    Lizetta¡¯s face went pale as she lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot as the red at him. Did he really

    see fer as worthless, only good for doing prostitution?

    ¡°You jerk, Remington!¡± She yelled, her voice trembling.

    Remington Just pinched her chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously, a mocking smile on his lips.

    ¡°Are you nning to run to that holier¨Cthan¨Cthou Hogan White? Or that wes behind tears bat from

    yesterday? Or maybe Lucian? Or you¡¯re not nning to let any of them off the ho

    ¡°Shut up!¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t take it anymore. She swung at him, but Pemington grabbed her wrist. Unable to stap

    him she started scratching at him desperately

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    Tears fell. Was it because of what happened four years ago that hed pegged her a woman who dont

    respect herself, who drugged men and slept around?

    Remington¡¯s neck was scratched by Lizetta, leaving visible red marks and soon, trickles of blood, a

    sanging pain.

    He frowned and clicked open the passenger seatbelt buckle. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her

    over to

    him.

    Forced to straddle hisp, Lizetta found her hands pinned behind her her back against the steering

    wheel The cramped driver¡¯s seat left them both gasping for air after the struggle

    ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯ve got some nerve now,shing out at me, huh?¡±

    A fierce look shed in Remington¡¯s eyes, while Lizetta¡¯s chest heaved against his firm torso.

    Humiliated and furious, she turned her head away from him. Yeah, she never thought shedy a hand

    on her

    brother.

    He didn¡¯t know that he was her faith, her entire world. She¡¯d rather be covered in bruises than let a

    breeze touch him, but it was all his doing.

    Her face was a picture of stubbornness, eyes rimmed red, ¡°Remington, I hate you, mmph¡±

    Before Lizetta can finish, Remington forcefully turned her face to his, sealing her lips and cutting off her

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    words.

    His kiss was fierce and punishing, chastising her for her loose tongue, devoid of tendemess, all about

    possession.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips and tongue quickly became numb with pain as he stirred up a storm. She bit down hard,

    and Remington pulled back.

    She barely caught her breath before clutching the back of her head, he was at her again, relentless,

    oner Lizetta was gasping, never managing to bite hirm,

    Instead, she was left with misty eyes, red at the edges, swollen lips, and hair in disarray, looking live

    shed been thoroughly ravaged in the car.

    Remington leaned back, his shirt a mess too, but with a cold, distant look in his eyes, he appeared muc

    moreposed.

    Lizetta felt both humiliated and shaken, trembling slightly with anger

    Just then, someone tapped on the car window. Lizetta froze, not daring to move, instinctively trying to

    cover her face with her disheveled hair. She cared about her reputation, unlike him.

    ¡°Remington, is that you in there?¡± The person outside the car, getting no response, pulled on the door

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    Hearing It was Evelina, Lizetta chilled out instead. Looked like the one who should be freaking out now

    was probably Remington.

    She leaned into his ear and taunted, ¡°Aren¡¯t you gonna let go? If Evelina gets shocked and something

    happens to the baby, don¡¯t expect me to take the fall.¡±

    Remington¡¯s grip on her waist tightened a bit, but soon enough, he let her out of his hold. Lizetta

    wanted to hop off him quickly, but his hurry to avoid any scandal made her feel kinda ticked off.

    She chuckled with a mischievous glint in her eye and reached to roll down the car window. But her

    hand was suddenly seized by the man, his voice sharp, ¡°I know what you¡¯re ying: get away from me

    now!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face lost its color, feeling as if she¡¯d been pped hard. She got up and moved back to the

    passenger seat.

    As soon as she settled down, Remington rolled down the window. Evelina¡¯s smiling face appeared, her

    makeup on point.

    Last night, Evelina¡¯s social media followers dropped like flies, andizens pressured her to post

    donation

    receipts.

    In the end, the Hawthorne Group¡¯s official website released a statement saying that as the Hawthorne

    family¡¯s daughter, Evelina¡¯s charitable donations were done in conjunction with the Hawthome Group.

    The Hawthorne family must¡¯ve spent a fortune on inte mercenaries to cool down the heat, finally

    putting an end to the taunts.

    Gotta say, Evelina had got thick skin, right now, she showed no sign of being fazed by the public

    opinion, her voice brimming with surprise.

    ¡°Remington, is that you in the car? Oh, Sis, you¡¯re here too?¡±

    She acted as if she was clueless about the tense vibe inside, all innocently enthusiastic.

    Remington nodded at her and said, ¡°Go wait for me in the office.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t be bothered with Evelina and didn¡¯t even turn her head, but when she heard

    Remington¡¯s words, she subconsciously pinched her fingertips.

    So, Remington had arranged to meet Evelina today. No wonder he was too busy toe to the caf¨¦

    and sent Cedric down instead.

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll head up then,¡± Evelina obediently nodded..

    She turned to leave but nced back, considerately saying, ¡°Take your time talking, Remington. I can

    wait a bit longer. The desserts prepared by the CEO¡¯s office taste so good, I wonder which shop they¡¯re

    from.¡±

    Remington then turned to look at Lizetta, ¡°Which shop are the desserts from?¡±

    Lizetta used to be a junior clerk in the CEO¡¯s office, handling all sorts of errands. The desserts for the

    female guests at the CEO¡¯s office were her responsibility, and they had a specific partnership with a

    dessert shop.

    Lizetta looked up with a smile, ¡°From LR.¡±

    Remington eyed the smile at the corner of her lips and ordered in a t tone, ¡°Call them and arrange a

    weekly delivery to the Hawthome family mansion.¡±

    Evelina beamed with joy, ¡°Remington, you¡¯re so good to me. Thank you, Sis.¡±

    She tilted her head, gave Lizetta a smile, and cheerfully headed toward the elevator, her footsteps

    seemingly mocking Lizetta.

    Lizetta¡¯s smile froze on her face, but Remington was still looking at her coldly, ¡°Why haven¡¯t you

    ordered yet?¡±

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you seem to forget, I¡¯m no longer the CEO office¡¯s errand girl.¡±

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    Remington chuckled, ¡°So what? I can¡¯t boss you around anymore?¡±

    Lizetta bit her tongue and nodded. She whipped out her phone and efficiently ordered a year¡¯s worth of

    luxury dessert delivery service for Evelina, paying up.

    ¡°Satisfied, Mr. Dashiell? Mind reimbursing me, 10 grand, thank you.¡±

    She shed the payment QR code in front of Remington.

    Yet his expression was mockingly cold, ¡°Did I say I¡¯d reimburse you? Weren¡¯t you the one wanting to

    y matchmaker for me and her? Is ordering some desserts for your future sister¨Cinw too much to

    swallow?¡± Lizetta¡¯s smile turned provocative, ¡°Sign the agreement, and I won¡¯t just order for a year.

    When you two tie the knot, I¡¯ll gift her a decade of desserts as a wedding present.¡±

    She tossed the divorce agreement back in front of Remington. The chill in Remington¡¯s eyes

    deepened, but without taking the agreement, he transferred 10 grand to Lizetta.

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    Dropping over 2 grand on desserts, and pocketing a cool 7 grand plus; not a bad deal, but Lizetta¡¯s

    heart was filled with a bitter taste.

    Back in the day, she was all in as a diligent clerk, and the dessert ce she picked, LR, was chosen

    after taste¨Ctesting a bunch of them.

    She wanted to treat his guests right, so he could have smoother sailing at work and a more pleasant

    negotiation atmosphere. But in the end, her thoughtfulness was just used by him to curry favor with his

    sweetheart.

    Seeing that he wasn¡¯t going to y ball today, Lizetta didn¡¯t want to stick around. She grabbed the

    divorce papers and went to pull open the car door. Just before stepping out, she threw out a casual

    remark.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, so concerned about Evelina yet refusing to divorce, you aren¡¯t scared I¡¯ll screw around

    with the desserts and off Evelina¡¯s kid?¡±

    As she reached for the door, a heavy force mped down on her shoulder. Lizetta was yanked back

    into the seat with a jerk. She frowned, turned her head, and met Remington¡¯s icy re.

    ¡°I dare you!¡±

    The guy was clearly hitting the roof, the grip on Lizetta¡¯s shoulder almost losing control. Pain spread

    from her shoulder, but it was nothingpared to the ache in her heart.

    Yet, Lizetta justughed, ¡°What wouldn¡¯t I dare? You said it yourself; I¡¯m Mrs. Dashiell. The legit wife

    taking care of the mistress¡¯s kid is only natural. Or should I keep the little bastard around and be Zion

    City¡¯sughing stock?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes sharpened, twitching at her words.

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    ¡°Shut up, that child isn¡¯t a bastard!¡±

    Lizetta felt like her throat was stuffed with waterlogged cotton, unable to make a sound, just stubbornly

    staring him down.

    Silence fell in the car. Until Remington sneered and let go, ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯re wicked. All this just to get a

    divorce?¡±

    Suddenly, he snatched the divorce papers from her hands. He moved so fast that the edge of the paper

    sliced a small cut across Lizetta¡¯s palm.

    Fine, I¡¯ll sign. But don¡¯t regret it!¡±

    He grabbed a pen from the glovepartment, signed his name, and tossed it onto Lizetta,

    ¡°3 million, in a month, and don¡¯t give me any dirty or stinking money with a shady history!¡±

    Lizetta was stunned, frozen until the man barked at her again, ¡°Get lost before I change my mind!¡±

    Snapping back to reality, Lizetta grabbed the papers and stumbled out of the car.

    The man sat in the car, watching her clutch the divorce papers like a prized possession, running faster

    than a rabbit, and disappearing in a blink.

    Lizetta left the parking lot, her pace slowing down, her back slick with cold sweat, exhausted as if after

    a battle.

    She flipped open the divorce papers, staring at Remington¡¯s signature. He had signed with such force

    that he punctured the paper in two ces, his anger evident.

    He still cared about Evelina and her child, couldn¡¯t bear Evelina facing even a hint of threat, and had

    signed Immediately upon hearing they could be harmed. How ironic.

    Top floor, CEO¡¯s office.

    When Remington entered, Evelina got up from the sofa, ¡°Remi, why didn¡¯t Lizettae up? I hope I

    haven¡¯t disturbed you guys again; sorry, I didn¡¯t know she was here.¡±

    Her expression was apologetic and tense, but Remington didn¡¯t look at her, walking straight to his desk

    to sit down, sinctly asking, ¡°What is it?¡±

    Evelina could read between the lines, ¡°If it¡¯s nothing important, beat it.¡±

    She clutched her purse, reluctant to leave like this but noting his foul mood. She approached the desk,

    cing a few invitations on it.

    ¡°My solo concert is the day after tomorrow, and I¡¯d like to invite your whole family toe. Here are the

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    Remington¡¯s eyes ficked over those invitations, and he gave a nod as a sort of acknowledgment.

    ¡°Anything else?¡±

    Thinking about that divorce agreement, Remington was getting irked, not really in the mood to even

    pretend to care. Noticing Evelina still standing there, he lifted his gaze and asked.

    Evelina was biting her lip, looking all pitiful, ¡°I¡¯ve got a photo shoot for a sponsorshipter; it¡¯s my first

    one. Could youe with me, Remington?¡±

    The gig Evelina had was for a game under the Starlight Group. Remington just so happened to have

    ns to swing by there in the afternoon, so checking in on Evelina was no biggie.

    He nodded, ¡°Sure, but I¡¯ve got another meetingter.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face lit up instantly, her smile understanding and sweet, ¡°Then I won¡¯t keep you. Remember

    to bnce work and rest, Remington. See you this afternoon¡±

    She left, got in the car, but then she mmed her bag down on the seat in a huff.

    April was waiting in the car and saw her mood, asking with concern, ¡°Mr. Dashiell didn¡¯t agree toe

    to your solo?¡±

    Evelina managed to suppress her anger, ¡°He did¡±

    Leaving the invitation meant he was going to show up April breathed a sigh of relief, ¡°Well, that¡¯s great

    then. Why the long face?¡±

    Lately, Evelina had been hyping up her romance with Remington online. If Remington was a no¨Cshow

    at her first solo, the inte trolls would have a field day

    Evelina was peeved, of course, because of Lizetta Just thinking about the charged, almost flirty vibe

    between them in the car earlier made Evelina green with envy

    Then she remembered Remington had asked Lizetta to order desserts for him, her mood brightened,

    and she whipped out her phone:

    The call connected and she yed with her hair, ¡°Sis, I¡¯ll have my assistant send you a list of my

    favorite dessertster. If what you¡¯re ordering isn¡¯t on there, would you mind canceling and reordering?

    You know, being pregnant makes me a bit picky with vors, you understand, right?¡±

    Evelina finished, but there was dead silence on the other end. She pulled the phone away, checked it,

    and put it back to her ear, ¡°Hello?¡±

    There was a soft click, clearly Lizetta hadn¡¯t even been holding the phone to her ear.

    ¡°Done talking?¡± Lizetta¡¯s voice was slow and casual

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    Evelina felt like she¡¯d just hit a soft wall with all her might, her expression souring.

    ¡°Lizetta, isn¡¯t it just basic manners to listen when someone¡¯s talking to you?¡±

    ¡°Heh, maintaining some self¨Crespect and not being the homewrecker ¨C that¡¯s basic integrity. Do you

    really think you have the right to lecture about manners?¡±

    Evelinaughed lightly. ¡°Such sharp words, Sis. Being so bitter isn¡¯t attractive to men, you know¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t be bothered to listen to her bragging. ¡°No need to thank me. It¡¯s just ordering a dessert

    after all. Remington gives me a pretty sweet allowance. If you have more little errands like this, feel free

    to call me again. I¡¯m hanging up now, got nothing else to say¡±

    Evelina was speechless for a moment, and then regained herposure, ¡°Actually, there¡¯s something.

    My solo is the day after tomorrow, and you absolutely muste, Sis.¡±

    As if Lizetta would go. She scoffed lightly, ¡°Sorry, but I can tolerate gossip just fine, but I have zero

    tolerance for lousy bitchy lines. For the sake of my ears and mental health, I¡¯ll pass.¡±

    She hung up right after.

    Evelina sneered, ¡°ssless tramp!¡±

    April was about to console her when her own phone rang.

    After answering, April¡¯s expression became serious, ¡°Alright, I understand. Hide out of town for now. If

    this blows over, I¡¯ll throw in another 50 grand. But if you spill something you shouldn¡¯t, don¡¯t me me

    for not being nice.¡±

    ¡°What happened?¡± Evelina frowned.

    ¡°That thing, Mr. Dashiell is on it, and Linda got taken away.¡±

    Evelina sat up straight, and April continued.

    ¡°Also, at the hospital, Daniel was supposed to be discharged today and transferred to the detention

    center, but then some guy dressed as a janitor burst into the ward and castrated Daniel,¡±

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    ¡°What do you mean by ¡®castrated¡®?¡±

    Evelina felt a chill down her spine, and April¡¯s face turned ghostly pale.

    ¡°You know, it was chopped right off in front of Daniel and minced into pieces. They¡¯re still trying to save

    Daniel as we speak.¡±

    It had to be Remington¡¯s handiwork. That was brutal!

    Evelina, despite being a woman, instinctively crossed her legs and broke out in a cold sweat. She

    slumped back into her chair, nervously grabbing April¡¯s hand.

    ??? = ??? ?? ????

    ¡°What if Linda gets suspected? Could she rat us out?! What are we gonna do?¡±

    Evelina was freaking out; if they got caught, even with her ¡®get out of jail free¡® baby on board, she¡¯d still

    be skinned alive.

    April took her hand reassuringly, her face pale butposed, ¡°Don¡¯t worry; Linda doesn¡¯t know jack ¨C

    she won¡¯t spill anything.¡±

    Still, Evelina couldn¡¯t shake the anxiety. Before, Lucian had only seen Daniel as a horndog, so why had

    Remington started digging deeper?

    Meanwhile, Lizetta was sitting in a private room with Ynda, waiting for someone.

    Lizetta needed to round up 3 million, and her dance gigs wouldn¡¯t cut it. She¡¯d reached out to Hamilton

    for help in finding a reliable agent. She wanted to license out the songs and dances she¡¯d created over

    the past few years.

    Ynda hade along, and Lizetta calmly brewed tea. But Ynda, glued to her phone, suddenly

    eximed.

    ¡°Holy smokes!¡±

    Lizetta slowly poured the water, watching the tea leaves unfurl before looking up.

    ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

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    ¡°Liz, check this out, Daniel got hiseuppance ¨C it¡¯s all over the news!¡±

    Lizetta took the phone and was equally stunned.

    should

    ¡°That Daniel is a monster, a pervert! Serves him right to be castrated, his dirty dick minced! They s

    have ground him to bits; damn it, drugging and raping a pregnant woman!¡±

    The news revealed that the man who had attacked Daniel in the hospital, and his wife had been

    childhood sweethearts, deeply in love.

    His wife had been targeted by Daniel who, after multiple failed seduction attempts, had drugged and

    raped her.

    At the time, his wife was two months pregnant with twins and, unable to cope with the trauma, had

    committed suicide by jumping off a building, taking three lives with her.

    Due to insufficient evidence and the March family¡¯s influence, the case had been brushed under the

    carpet.

    ¡°This guy is a real man! Now Daniel¡¯s little ¡°bird¡® can¡¯t ¡®fly¡® anymore, talk about karma!¡± Ynda ranted

    righteously.

    Lizetta was speechless. She pushed the freshly brewed cup of tea towards Ynda and stood up, ¡°I¡¯ve

    got

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    to make a call.¡±

    This incident had happened over a year ago, yet that man sought revenge now, Instead of doing it

    earlier or

    Lizetta stepped into the open courtyard before calling Remington. She looked anxious, her heart filled

    with

    unease.

    Did this incident have anything to do with Remington? She didn¡¯t want him to get his hands dirty

    because of

    her.

    After a while, Remington¡¯s cold voice answered the phone, ¡°What, you¡¯ve got the 3 million already?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, ¡°No, it¡¯s not that. I haven¡¯t got it yet. There¡¯s something I want to ask you.¡±

    She opened her mouth but hesitated, unsure how to phrase her question. If this was really an ident,

    wouldn¡¯t bringing it up out of the blue make Remington suspicious?

    ¡°If you¡¯re not calling about the money, then I gotta go.¡±

    Lizetta blurted out hastily, ¡°Wait! I¡¯ve got something to say!¡±

    She was panicking, and on a whim, she thought of what Ynda had said earlier and asked, ¡°There¡¯s

    this joke going around online today about a man¡¯s bird¡® not being able to ¡®fly¡®. Do you know what that

    means?¡±

    As soon as she said it, she wanted to bite off her tongue. But if Remington wasn¡¯t involved, he

    shouldn¡¯t understand.

    The other end of the phone went silent. Lizetta¡¯s heartbeat sped up in the silence.

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    In a sh, she heard the rustling of pages over at Remington¡¯s end of the line, followed by his

    nonchnt drawl.

    Lizetta, if you¡¯re gonna kick yourself for this, move your butt back to Oakridge Heights, say you¡¯re sorry,

    and I¡¯ll pretend I never inked that divorce paper. No need for another call spouting nonsense.¡±

    Hearing him say that, Lizetta actually felt relieved. Looked like Remington wasn¡¯t behind it after all. She

    let out a sigh of relief and replied.

    ¡°No regrets here, Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯re barking up the wrong tree. I¡¯ll scrounge up the 3 million as fast as

    I can, so I¡¯ll let you be.¡±

    With that, she hung up.

    In the presidential office of the Starlight Group.

    Remington chucked his phone on the desk and loosened his tie a bit. That woman said she¡¯d hustle up

    the 3 million quick; her determination to ditch him was rock solid.

    But he thought she was spoiled rotten if she really believed 3 million was chump change. Ha,

    Remington didn¡¯t buy it; no way Lizetta could pull that kind of cash out of thin air so fast.

    Let her knock herself out. At the end of the day, she was not getting rid of this marriage. With that

    thought, Remington¡¯s expression softened, and he picked up his phone to call Ray, ¡°Find anything?¡±

    Ray was in some abandoned factory, with a woman tied to a chair behind him, face streaked with tears.

    It was Linda.

    ¡°Just like you figured, Linda was just a pawn. She said some middle¨Caged dude at a restaurant gave

    her Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s address and spun a yarn about her entertaining sugar daddies there. She ran her

    mouth to Daniel out of jealousy for Mrs. Dashiell snagging his attention. I tried to check the restaurant¡¯s

    surveince, but the footage from that day was toast, still no trace of that middle¨Caged man.¡±

    ¡°Dig him up!¡± Remington¡¯s eyes turned icy, his voice a lowmand.

    At the private room.

    Lizetta ended her call and was about to head back to the private room when she spotted Hamilton

    strolling over with a snappy¨Cdressed woman,

    It was Miranda, the agent Lizetta had met before on the set, who had slipped her a business card.

    ¡°Miranda, this is the one and only Maestro Adagio, real name Lizetta.¡±

    Hamilton and Miranda approached, making introductions.

    ¡°Who would¡¯ve thought you were Maestro Adagio! What a delightful surprise.¡±

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    Miranda beamed at Lizetta, offering her hand. Lizetta reciprocated, ¡°Let¡¯s talk inside.¡±

    Hamilton raised an eyebrow, ¡°You¡¯two know each other?¡±

    Miranda exined, ¡°We¡¯ve crossed paths before. Ms. Gardenia was a dance double on set, and I

    wanted to sign her as a talent. Little did I know, she was also the hotshot music and dance arranger

    everyone¡¯s buzzing about. Now I¡¯m even more keen to not let such a promising prospect slip away.¡±

    With those looks and moves, and all that talent, she was born to rock the entertainment scene. Miranda

    came rmended by Hamilton, and Lizetta had a good impression of her from before. They hit it off

    well.

    As lunchtime neared without a deal set, the four of them decided to grab a meal at a restaurant.

    Negotiations went smoothly, and they signed a contract after the meal. For 1.8 million, Lizetta sold all

    her work from the past few years to Miranda¡¯s agency.

    Miranda would handle the future arrangements for the music and dances, and Lizetta would soon get

    the-

    money.

    As they were leaving. Miranda still tried to persuade Lizetta, ¡°Are you sure you won¡¯t consider

    bing a talent? if you sign, I¡¯ll push for an A¨Clist contract with the best perks and resources, all

    written into the agreement upfront.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head with a smile, ¡°It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t trust you, Miranda. I just really don¡¯t have those

    ns.¡±

    Miranda still felt it was a pity, ¡°But aren¡¯t you in urgent need of money? If you sign as a talent, the

    company can advance you a sum.¡±

    Lizetta kept shaking her head. Miranda left first, and then Lizetta thanked Hamilton, who stood with his

    arms crossed, leaning against the nanny van.

    ¡°How much more do you need? I can lend it to you.¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t close enough to him to borrow such a hefty sum. Still, she was short over 1 million, and

    there was no way she could make that by just taking odd jobs.

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    She didn¡¯t mince words, ¡°Let¡¯s forget about borrowing money, but there¡¯s a favor I might need to ask of

    you.¡±

    Hamilton raised an eyebrow, ¡°You¡¯re my idol, and helping out my idol is an honor for me. What is it?¡±

    Lizetta got straight to the point, ¡°1 saw yourpany¡¯s official website is looking for a dance instructor,

    and I was hoping you could hook me up.¡±

    Not everyone might have known about this dance instructor position, but as the leader of the boy band

    EchoVerse Boys, Hamilton was well aware that it was specifically for their group.

    EchoVerse Boys was the hottest boy band of thest couple years. Thepany was bringing in a

    special dance instructor to craft their first album, aiming to capitalize on their poprity with a release

    next month. Their original dance coach had to cancel due to an ident, so thepany was

    scrambling to find a recement

    Having Lizetta as the dance instructor meant she¡¯d be working closely with them day in and day out,

    and Hamilton was definitely looking forward to it

    He snapped his fingers right away. Tm on it Need a lift back?¡±

    Lizette shook her head, ¡°No need, we drove.¡±

    ¡°Then il catch youter¡±

    Hamilton made a phone gesture with his hand and waved goodbye to Ynda at the back before

    bending down to get into his car

    As his limo pulled away, Ynda stepped up and put an arm around Liberta¡¯s shoulder.

    ¡°That handsome is just so sweet and cure, really knows how to charm people. The way he said

    goodbye almost stole my heart.¡±

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow ¡°I¡¯ll shoot you his WhatsApp

    But Ynda immediately waved her off. Nah, I¡¯m more interested in watching you y the long game.

    Keep him on the hook, and piss off Badass Remington.¡±

    Lizetta was nning to take on a few endorsements, and the previous coboration with the gaming

    company had been a sess

    Skyward Studios was nning tounch a brand¨Cnew fantasy MMORPG this year, and they had

    already sent Lizetta a letter of intent with a tempting offer

    Once the deal with the gamingpany was sealed, and if everything went smoothly, she should

    easily rake in the 3 million.

    ¡°Let¡¯s head to Skyward Studios

    Lizetta ignored Ynda¡¯s wild ideas and pulled her to the car. Right now, Lizetta just wanted to make

    money, get a divorce, and fly far away!

    When they arrived at Skyward Studios and gave their names, the receptionist smiled and said, ¡°Please

    follow me. We¡¯ll go straight to the motion capture studio, everything¡¯s been arranged for Ms. Gardenia

    to try out the dance moves¡±

    Lizetta thanked her and followed, unaware that Evelina and April had emerged from the elevator

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    ¡°Why is she here too?¡±

    11l go find out,¡± April quickly followed behind.

    Five minutester, April came back to Evelina and whispered a few words.

    ¡°It¡¯s a blockbuster mobile game Skyward Studios is creating. They¡¯ve hired Lizetta as the dance

    performer, and she¡¯s currently in the motion capture studio trying out the dance?

    On hearing the words ¡®blockbuster game, envy flickered in Evelina¡¯s eyes. The game she was

    endorsing was just a minor one, and she couldn¡¯t stand the thought of Lizetta outshining her again.

    She was determined to snatch this opportunity away. At that moment, a couple of sharp¨Clooking men

    surrounded a tall figure walking by.

    The man had a reserved demeanor but an overpowering presence that quieted the surroundings.

    the

    Evelina¡¯s eyes gleamed, and she cheerfully stepped forward, ¡°Remington, I was just about to head to..

    photo studio. Why don¡¯t youe and take a look?¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    With a twinkle in her eye. Evelina walked beside Remington, chatting now and then. To the onlookers,

    their rtionship seemed incredibly close.

    Remington didn¡¯t stick around for Evelina¡¯s shoot, he just made a brief appearance at the studio before

    leaving with his entourage

    But Evelina achieved the effect she wanted. During a break in shooting, she summoned the head of the

    game development department, and April brought over some coffee.

    ¡°Louis, we heard that thepany¡¯s blockbuster game is looking for a lead dance performer? Eve has

    dance training too. Could we possibly get her that opportunity?

    We¡¯re all at the same side, right? No need to let the opportunity go to waste. Mr. Dashiell would be

    thrilled, I¡¯m sure.¡±

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    Evelina just got back to the country to make her mark, and she was already snagging endorsements for

    their games without any portfolio to show for it.

    The gossip about who had got her back had been buzzing through thepany for ages, and today,

    the moment Remington showed up for the shoot with Evelina, word spread like wildfire.

    It was no secret Mr. Dashiell was Evelina¡¯s sugar daddy, it was in as day for everyone to see.

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    Louis chuckled, ¡°Ms. Hawthorne sure is a jack of all trades, can even dance, huh? How about this? Let

    me Just run that by Mr. Dashiell.¡±

    Louis wouldn¡¯t dare tick off Evelina, but this new game was a big deal.

    Thest smash hit from thepany featured some dance moves from Maestro Adagio that really

    popped against all odds, and they¡¯d genuinely reached out to that same choreographer this time

    around.

    They got turned down at first, and now, after finally getting them on board, thepany wanted to give

    them the boot? That was not only unfair, but Louis also wasn¡¯t buying Evelina¡¯s chops.

    ¡°Louis, you¡¯re making a mountain out of a molehill here, man. Eve¡¯s gonna be the future Mrs. Big

    Cheese of the Starlight Group. You think Mr. Dashiell can¡¯t trust my girl Eve?¡±

    April tugged at Louis, who effortlessly yed it cool, agreeing to go and check with Remington. At that

    moment, Remington had just stepped out of the boardroom, fresh from the annual n meeting. Louis

    brought up the issue, and Remington¡¯s face clouded over just a touch.

    ¡°Do I need to remind you, Louis, how crucial it is for the game¡¯s animations to be smooth and

    appealing? That original choreography and the dancer can¡¯t just be swapped out on a whim?¡±

    Louis got a bit of

    a scolding but inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, the boss hadn¡¯t let his brains go

    south with lust.

    He quickly suggested, ¡°The original dancer is actually in the motion capture studio right now, trying out

    some moves. Maybe you would like to take a look in person, Mr. Dashiell?¡±

    Remington nodded, and Louis hurried to lead the way.

    Outside the motion capture studio, Louis gently pushed the door open. Remington immediately spotted

    the woman dancing in front of the ck backdrop, wired up to the gear.

    As she moved, the tech crew captured every nuance, ready to replicate it for the game¡¯s characters.

    Lizetta was fully in the zone; the crew focused on their jobs, oblivious to the neers.

    Just as Louis was about to speak up, Remington raised a hand and firmly shut the door, sealing it.

    Louis thought Remington was pleased and didn¡¯t want to interrupt the session, only to hear him say in

    a stern voice.

    ¡°Let Evelina give the original choreography a shot. If she¡¯s up to the task, sign her on.¡±

    Louis was floored. Why had the boss suddenly done a one¨Ceighty? But Remington was already striding

    aw his expression cold, his steps brisk.

    That woman Lizetta, still trying to make a buck off him and nning to ditch him at the altar? She¡¯d got

    some nerve ¨C might as well shoot for the stars!

    Lizetta was in the midst of her routine when Louis suddenly barged in withpany.

    ¡°Let¡¯s take a break for a sec.¡±

    Li paused and looked over in ese Evelina greeting everyone with a big smile.

    They, I¡¯m Evelina, auditioning for the dance role today Hope we learn from each other

    April came in with an assistant, handing out coffee and bobble tea, creating a lively atmosphere.

    Ynda, fuming, confronted Evelins, ¡°That gig is Li¡¯s, quit betting in! With those uncoordinated limbs of

    yours, what, you nning to churn out a bunch of disabled garne characters or what?¡±

    Lizetta had already unhooked herself from the gear and walked over, looking at Louis, ¡°Louis, Skyward

    Studios invited ms for this coboration. Was there something unsatisfactory about my performance

    just

    Louis looked uneney, but Evelina chimed in with a smile

    ¡°bis, don¡¯t make it hard for everyone else to be honest with you, this gamepany is part of the

    Starlight Group Remington had his say thinks I¡¯m a better fit, asked me to rece you. Louis just had

    his hands tied.¡± Of course, she writ ofraid to spill the beans to Lizetta She was stirring the pot between

    Lizetta and Remington and getting Louis indebted to her all in one go

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    Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, having Just thought she glimpsed a man¡¯s silhouette darting past the

    door during her dance.

    She thought she might have seen wrong, but it was really him. Over and over, he snatched away her

    opportunities and creations to give to Evelina.

    But Lizetta still held onto a sliver of hope, her questioning gaze turned to Louis, who sheepishly smiled

    and pulled her aside, ¡°Sorry about that, Ms. Gardenia. Your dance really suited the game we¡¯re

    developing, it took it to the next level.

    We were totally on board for a cob this time too, but I guess the boss had other things on his mind.

    He just checked out your original dance, wasn¡¯t thrilled, and decided we can¡¯t go forward with the

    contract.¡±

    So, Remington saw her, knew it was her, and that was why he pulled the plug? Lizetta¡¯s palm pinched

    in frustration, feeling a numbness in her heart.

    ¡°How could you do this to us?! Isn¡¯t this just toying with people? Your bigpany ying games

    without a shred of integrity!¡±

    Ynda was fuming, teeth clenched, but Lizetta held her back, ¡°Let it go, Ynda; let¡¯s just leave.¡±

    Remington¡¯s orders were final; making a fuss now wouldn¡¯t change a thing.

    Stepping out of Skyward Studios, Lizetta and Ynda saw Remington¡¯s car roll up, the back window

    halfway down, revealing the man¡¯s cold, haughty profile.

    Ynda immediately charged forward, ¡°Stop the car!¡±

    Without Remington¡¯s say¨Cso, the driver dared not halt, continuing to drive as the man¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t

    even flicker their way.

    Ynda, fueled by rage, dashed in front of the car, determined to get justice for Lizetta.

    ¡°Ynda!¡±

    Lizetta saw the danger and rushed over, trying to pull Ynda back. In the backseat, the man finally

    looked up, his pupils shrinking, ¡°Stop the car!¡±

    Hemanded sternly. The driver mmed on the brakes, but the two women grappling in front of the

    car had vanished from sight, possibly hit by ident.

    Remington¡¯s hands, resting on his knees, balled up fiercely. He flung open the car door and stepped

    out, striding towards the front.

    There, Ynda had narrowly avoided being hit, tumbling to the ground unsteadily. Lizetta, pulling her

    back, was dragged down with her, bothnding in a heap, utterly disheveled.

    Remington approached, seeing they were unharmed, and spoke with a steely face, ¡°Nice try ying

    bumper fraud.¡±

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    ¡°Badass Remington, you hit your own wife with a car, now that¡¯s slick!¡± Ynda spat back angrily.

    Lizetta, pushing herself up from the ground, held back Ynda from charging again, and said to

    Remington.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you got it wrong. Scammers pick on the soft¨Chearted, kind ones. A ck¨Chearted

    capitalist like you doesn¡¯t even qualify to be scammed.¡±

    Remington snorted coldly. Of course, he understood why Lizetta and her friend were so pissed.

    Throwing a tantrum because the deal fell through, acting all crazy with embarrassment, and now they

    want

    to break away from the Dashiell family, leave him? What a joke!

    ¡°If it¡¯s not a scam, that¡¯s good.¡±

    With that, Remington turned and headed back to his car.

    Ynda, furious on Lizetta¡¯s behalf, shook off her restraint and blocked the car door, ring at

    Remington.

    ¡°Badass Remington, you¡¯re a real heartless, bone¨Ceating capitalist, aren¡¯t you? Other tycoons at least

    leave their ex¨Cwives with half their wealth, or at the very least, a car and a house and alimony!

    But look at you, Liz has been practically a widow for the two years she¡¯s married to you, and you¡¯re

    leaving her with a mountain of debt in the divorce! She tries to make a buck, and you block her path,

    snatch her resources to pamper your mistress.

    Siphoning food from your wife¡¯s te to feed your mistress, you¡¯re too stingy to y sugar daddy! What

    did Liz do in her past life, dig up your ancestors¡® graves or something, for you to humiliate and bully her

    like this? What kind of man are you!¡±

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    Remington was giving Ynda the cold shoulder, his eyes practically freezing over with theck of

    warmth in his gaze.

    Lizetta, scared he might do something to Ynda, quickly stepped in to shield her.

    Remington scoffed coldly and barked an order, ¡°Take her away!¡±

    Immediately, a few bodyguards stepped up and started dragging Ynda away.

    ¡°Ynda!¡± Lizetta, worried sick, tried to intervene but found herself caught by the man¡¯s iron grip

    around her

    slim waist.

    He yanked open the car door, and before she knew it, Lizetta was tossed into the vehicle.

    ¡°Badass Remington! The one trash¨Ctalking you is me, soe at me! Liz!¡±

    Ynda was freaking out, scrapping with the bodyguards. But before she could break free,

    Remington¡¯s car was already speeding off with Lizetta.

    Inside the car.

    Lizetta climbed up from the back seat, fixing her hair, surprisingly unfazed. She knew deep down that

    Remington wouldn¡¯t hurt her- that trust was etched into her very bones since childhood.

    It was like it was coded into her DNA, impossible to rewrite.

    ¡°Where are we headed? I want to get

    out.¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Weren¡¯t you the one running your mouth about how I made you a widow, how

    I¡¯m not a real man? Let¡¯s find a ce and shoot a video to hash this out, give me a chance to clear the

    air.¡±

    Lizetta was speechless.

    She thought Remington was just spouting hot air, but then he actually told the driver, ¡°Head to the

    nearest

    hotel.¡±

    Lizetta started to panic, ¡°It wasn¡¯t me spreading that; it was just Ynda blowing off steam because you

    snatched what was mine and gave it to Evelina. If you¡¯re really ticked off, isn¡¯t an apology enough?¡±

    Remington shot a re at her anxious face, the anger inside him raging hotter. Was she that scared of

    him touching her?

    She was all defiance and backbone just a moment ago, but the moment he mentioned a hotel, she was

    quick to say sorry.

    He lifted her chin with his hand, ¡°Snatched away? Ha, everything in Skyward Studios is mine to give. If

    I want to give Evelina the chance, I will. What¡¯s it to you?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, seething and resenting the situation. If she couldn¡¯tnd this deal, she¡¯d be 300 grand

    short of the 3 million she needed. She swallowed her pride and tried to reason with him.

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    ¡°But you know my dance skills well; Evelina can barely move to the rhythm. Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯re not

    known for ying favorites or blurring the lines between business and personal. Otherwise, the

    Starlight Group wouldn¡¯t be thriving. You¡¯ve always been about fairness, valuing talent.¡±

    ¡°Are you talking about me? In your eyes, aren¡¯t I Badass Remington, with a rotten heart? You¡¯re really

    buttering me up to get this job.¡±

    Remington¡¯s brows arched sharply, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But Lizetta wasn¡¯t just ttering

    him; she had been running errands in the president¡¯s office of the Starlight Group for ages.

    Remington¡¯s work ethic and principles were beyond reproach, he was a leader who never noted on a

    whim Yet she never expected that these principles would be worthless when Evelina came into

    the picture.

    For Evelina, he would even kick Lizette to the curb without a second thought. Her heart felt like it was

    being aliced open, yet Lizette still looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping for fairness, for him to

    change his mind.

    ¡°I can guarantee my dance will be worth every penny, adding sparkle to the garne if you don¡¯t believe

    me, let mepete with Evelina and see the final results¡±

    ¡°No need. I¡¯ve made up my mind. The opportunity is Evelina¡¯s, and even if she¡¯s not up to it, it wont be

    yours. Add sparkle to the game? You¡¯re just a dancer, Lizetta; you¡¯re not so irreceablet¡±

    He cut her off, his icy words filled with dental, disdain, and contempt for her. Lizetta fett a heaviness in

    her chest like a boulder was sitting on it. She didn¡¯t want to exchange another word with him

    ¡°Stop the carl I want to get out!¡±

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    Lizetta whipped around and yanked the car door with all her might, even pounding on the window

    ss.

    ¡°Bang, bang, bang!¡±

    ¡°Are you out of your freaking mind?¡± Remington yanked her back.

    Lizetta lifted her head from the man¡¯s embrace, her eyes bloodshot, ring at him with disgust.

    ¡°I¡¯m not crazy. I just can¡¯t stand sharing the same air with you; I¡¯m about to hurl¡® She was dead serious,

    feeling like she was about to throw up in frustration.

    Remington, however, thought she was so disgusted with him that she was on the verge of puking,

    especially since the look she gave him was devoid of any past trace of sweetness, adoration, or tender

    reliance.

    His heart clenched, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbed violently, and he abruptly closed his eyes and let go of

    her

    ¡°Stop the car! Let her bail,¡±

    The car screeched to a halt, and Lizetta couldn¡¯t wait to shove the door open and jump out. True to

    form, the car didn¡¯t stick around for a second and zoomed off.

    Thinking of Ynda still at Skyward Studios, Lizetta gged down another ride and headed back.

    When she returned, Ynda was sitting at the flowerbed by the entrance.

    ¡°Liz, you okay? Badass Remington didn¡¯t do anything to you, did he?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head and gave Ynda a once¨Cover, making sure she hadn¡¯t been roughed up by

    the bodyguards, before asking.

    ¡°What are you doing sitting here?¡±

    Ynda was fuming, ¡°Obviously, I¡¯m waiting to give Bitch Evelina a piece of my mind. This ain¡¯t over,

    even if I can¡¯t snatch back the opportunity, I¡¯m going to give her a taste of her own medicine and tarnish

    her reputation right here! She¡¯s not getting off scot¨Cfree!

    Lizetta pulled her up, an idea forming in her mind. Just then, Louis happened to be escorting Evelina

    out

    Evelina had tried out the dance; she indeed knew how to dance, after all, ra was a dancer. But her

    skills. were amateurish. Without Lizetta topare, she might have barely passed muster, but next to

    Lizetta¡¯s shining example, Evelina¡¯s dancing was painfully subpar.

    Louis was inwardly troubled, but Remington had announced¨Cif Evelina could cut it, the gig was hers.

    Even though Evelina was clearly out of her depth, she was the future boss¡® wife, and Louis didn¡¯t dare

    offend her, so he just bit the bullet and went along with it.

    n our end.¡±

    ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, whenever you¡¯re ready to sign the contract, we¡¯re all set on

    Evelina¡¯s face lit up with a smug smile as she saw Lizetta and intentionally walked past with Louis.

    ¡°Sis, you¡¯re still here? I was just about to sign the contract with Louis. If you¡¯re having trouble finding a

    ride, how about waiting until I¡¯m done, and I¡¯ll give you a lift?¡±

    Ynda clicked her tongue, itching to tear her apart, but Lizetta squeezed Ynda¡¯s wrist.

    ¡°I have a way to make her back off,¡± she said to Ynda, not bothering to lower her voice, and Evelina

    heard it, scoffing dismissively.

    The meat was already in her mouth ¨C did Lizetta really think she would give it up?

    ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, can we have a word in private?¡±

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    Lizetta looked at Evelina, who thought the former must have lost her marbles.

    She chuckled, ¡°I¡¯m in a hurry to sign the contract.¡±

    Lizetta leaned in close to Evelina¡¯s ear, ¡°What I want to talk about involves Remington. If you still want

    my divorce from him to go smoothly, you¡¯d better listen.¡±

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    Evelina narrowed her eyes but ultimately followed Lizetta aside. Lizetta didn¡¯t waste words, she opened

    her purse and showed Evelina something.

    Three minutester, Evelina came back and told Louis, ¡°Louis, for the dance role, Lizetta is the better

    fit. Yourpany should stick to the original contract with Lizetta; I¡¯m bowing out.¡±

    Louis¡® eyes brightened, ¡°But Mr. Dashiell¡­

    Evelina smiled gently. ¡°I¡¯ll handle Mr. Dashiell, you don¡¯t need to report back to him anymore.¡±

    Louis was already not pleased with Evelina, so now that he could get back on track without lifting a

    finger, he naturally had no objections.

    He sent Evelina on her way, fearing anyst¨Cminute changes, and immediately went with Lizetta to

    sign the

    contract.

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    The next day.

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    Lizetta was busting some moves in the dance studio when her phone at the side started buzzing

    Unceasingly. She paused, wiped off the sweat, and grabbed the phone.

    It was Hanna calling, but since Lizette had already Inked the divorce papers with Remington, Hanna

    was history to her not her mother¨Cinw anymore.

    She didn¡¯t feel like picking up, tossed the phone aside, and kept on dancing. But the calls kepting,

    like the Grim Reaper was on the line.

    With a frown, Lizette finally answered.

    ¡°Lizetta, get your butt over to Oakwood Manor now and take your mom home!¡±

    Hanna¡¯s angry volce sted through, and without waiting for Lizetta to ask any details, she hung up.

    Oakwood Manor wasn¡¯t the Dashiell family¡¯s manor, it was Nathan and Hanna¡¯s digs, right in the city

    center. When Lizetta rushed over there and walked in, she found Hanna on the couch with a face like

    thunder, and Evelina si beside her, sweet¨Ctalking her softly.

    They looked more like a cozy pair than she and Hanna ever did. Lizetta approached, ¡°What¡¯s going¡­¡±

    She didn¡¯t even finish when Hanna suddenly stood up and flung the tea right in Lizetta¡¯s face. The tea

    was slightly hot, sshing all over Lizetta, with a few leaves sticking to her face, leaving her looking

    like a hot

    mess.

    ¡°Tell me, does the Dashiell family owe you something? Ever since you jinx walked in, nothing but

    shame has been brought upon us!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes drooped; hershes damp, she was barely able to open them.

    The servants there were Hanna¡¯s peeps, all standing back and enjoying the show, not a soul offering

    Lizetta a towel.

    Evelina sat there, a smirk ying at the corner of her lips, ¡°Here, Sis, wipe it off.¡±

    But in front of Hanna, she still had to y the saint. She pulled out a tissue, stood up, and moved

    towards Lizetta.

    Lizetta, though, snatched another teacup from the table and hurled it at Evelina, ¡®Spare me your phony

    kindness!¡±

    Hanna was livid, going straight for the jugr without any honor. Lizetta didn¡¯t buy for a second that

    Evelina had no hand in this mess. And then there was Jolin causing a scene ¨C probably Evelina¡¯s doing

    too.

    Hanna was her elder, so Lizetta had to take it on the chin, but she could sure as heck unload on

    Evelina, the one who couldn¡¯t resist sticking her nose in.

    ¡°Ah!¡± Evelina got hit full in the face, Instantly as bedraggled as Lizetta.

    She shrieked, clutching her belly and copsed onto the couch.

    ¡°Lizetta!¡± When Hanna saw Evelina take a fall, she flew into a rage, stood up, and swung at Lizetta.

    Some tea leaves and debris fell from Lizetta¡¯s eyshes, threatening to get in her eyes. She closed

    them, wanting to dab them.

    She didn¡¯t see Hanna¡¯s moveing and was half a beat too slow to react, already¡¯bracing for the

    blow.

    But the pain never came. When Lizetta opened her eyes and looked up, she saw a familiarrge hand

    gripping Hanna¡¯s wrist, stopping the p mid¨Cair.

    Remington had arrived. His shirt cuffs were crisp white, and the metallic sheen of his watch reflected a

    sharp light.

    Lizetta felt the re piercing her eyes, making them burn and tear up even more.

    ¡°Remington, what the hell are you doing!? Let go!¡± Hanna struggled furiously.

    ¡°What are you doing, Mom!¡±

    Remington frowned, his gaze sweeping over Lizetta¡¯s damp hair and cheeks. Seeing she was okay, he

    finally let go.

    Hanna, stopped by her son, was even more enraged, pointing at Lizetta.

    ¡°Just look at what she¡¯s done! I had Cecilia and Maria over for flower arranging, and she had to send

    her mom, that parasite, to make a scene right at our doorstep!

    Crying and wailing that she can¡¯t make ends meet because her daughter won¡¯t help her! I have never

    been so humiliated in my life! If it wasn¡¯t for Eve being here to calm me down and talk sense into me,

    I¡¯d be in the ER with high blood pressure by now!¡±

    Lizetta had already wiped her face, looking coolly at Hanna, ¡°I didn¡¯t send for her, and if you¡¯re so

    embarrassed by such rtives, you could¡¯ve just had security kick her out.¡±

    Hanna didn¡¯t do that, which gave Jolin the chance to show up at the doorstep. The real reason Hanna

    didn¡¯t have security throw her out was all about saving face, worrying about gossip that she was

    heartless and wouldn¡¯t acknowledge her poor inws.

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    She couldn¡¯t have it all¨Cgood rep and all, making poor Lizetta take the fall, huh?

    ¡°Remington, listen to this! She¡¯s got the nerve to talk back to me right in front of you. And just now,

    when Eve. came over to check on her, she shoved Eve to the ground! If anything happens to her baby,

    can she even handle that responsibility?¡±

    Evelina, clutching her belly, was all shaken up, leaning on the couch. Hearing this, she spoke up softly.

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, don¡¯t worry about me. I think I¡¯m okay. Remington has always been protective of

    Lizetta. Don¡¯t argue with him over me; It could strain your bond.¡±

    What a saint she sounded like, so virtuous and considerate, all for Hanna¡¯s sake. Hanna, who¡¯d been

    around the block in high society, might pick up on the subtle undertones in Evelina¡¯s words, but Evelina

    was carrying the grandchild she¡¯d been waiting for.

    Compared to Lizetta, she¡¯d much rather have Evelina, the real deal, as a daughter¨Cinw. She shot

    Lizetta a re and nudged Remington.

    ¡°Listen to how sensible and aware Evelina is. Don¡¯t let her overdo it, carry her to the room to rest, and

    call a doctor to check on her. She¡¯s got her solo performance tomorrow, and we can¡¯t have anything

    happening to her.¡±

    Remington frowned as he looked over at Evelina, her face as white as a sheet.

    ¡°I¡¯m really fine; I can walk by myself.¡±

    She tried to stand up using the armrest of the couch for support, but her legs were weak and she fell

    back, her forehead breaking out in a sweat

    Remington had just walked in and indeed saw Lizetta give a push, and Evelina fell onto the couch.

    He stepped forward, but suddenly a small hand grabbed his arm tightly.

    He looked down, following the hand, to see Lizetta with one eye red and the other tightly shut, looking

    pitifully at him.

    ¡°Remington, I think something got in my eye; it hurts so much,¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t lying: her right eye felt more and more irritated by the second. The pain was almost

    unbearable, and she didn¡¯t dare rub it herself, afraid it would only get worse.

    And here, besides him, she had no one else to turn to. Her vision blurred, but Remington frowned and

    said coldly.

    ¡°Lizetta, ying games is all about timing! Let go!¡±

    She had the nerve to ssh water on Evelina earlier, and now she was ying the helpless card? His

    voice was so deep, so stern. Lizetta felt a chill down her spine, and her grip on his sleeve loosened as

    she curled up and pulled back.

    She felt utterly ridiculous- as if, just because he had protected her from a p earlier, she mistook him

    for her knight in shining armor, like when she was little. But she had forgotten.

    Remington was no longer her protector. She sure had a short memory when it came to lessons

    learned.

    ¡°Hurry, Remington, take Evelina to your room! And call the doctor already!¡±

    Remington took Evelina in his arms and headed to a room on the east side of the first floor, while

    Hanna busily ordered the servants around.

    Lizetta watched them go, her eyes stinging with pain. That room was prepared by Hanna for

    Remington.

    But because Hanna didn¡¯t like Lizetta, Lizetta rarely came to this part of the estate and had never

    stayed in Remington¡¯s room here.

    But now, Evelina would be the first one to lie on Remington¡¯s bed. Lizetta¡¯s eyes hurt, but she forced

    them

    open.

    She wanted to imprint this scene in her mind, to etch it in her heart. She thought it was perfect ¨C as her

    love for him decreased more today.

    ¡°Get out of the way! You¡¯re a nuisance!¡±

    Hanna pushed past, bumping into Lizetta hard. Thetter staggered a couple of steps, steadied herself

    against the wall, while Hanna strutted off, high and mighty, giving orders to the servants.

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    ¡°Get her and her mom out of here immediately, they¡¯re bad luck!¡± With that, she strode into the room.

    Lizetta was led out of the vi by the servants, straight to the security office at the entrance. The door

    opened, and there was Jolin, crouched in a corner, watched closely by two of the Dashiell family¡¯s

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    Upon seeing Lizetta, Jolin immediately stood up.

    ¡°Liz, you finally showed up! Check out how your mother¨Cinw is treating her own kind Here I am, a

    quest, and she has locked me up with a bodyguard on my tail. What am I, a thief, a criminal? Come on,

    Liz, you¡¯re the legitimatedy of the house, you should stand up for your mother! I need you to set

    things straight today, or who will take you seriously in this family in the future? Hey, Liz, wait for me!¡±

    Before Jolin could finish, Lizetta turned and swiftly walked towards the exit.

    Jolin hurried after her, grabbing Lizetta¡¯s arm.

    ¡°Mom¡¯s talking to you, are you mute?¡±

    Lizetta shook off her hand violently, and Jolin stumbled a few steps, falling onto the fawn with a wail.

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    ¡°What are you doing! Now you¡¯re getting physical with your own mom? Ouch, my leg! My leg, what sins

    have Imitted, how did I raise such an unfilial daughter!¡±

    The sensation of something foreign in Lizetta¡¯s eyes persisted, causing her vision blurry and her eyes

    sting.

    She, the daughter, was a total mess, but Jolin couldn¡¯t see it at all, knowing only to make a scene and

    having eyes only for money.

    Jolin thought making a scene would ultimately force the Dashiell family to care about their reputation

    and give her money.

    Lizetta stepped forward, fiercely grabbing Jolin by the cor with a cold chuckle.

    ¡°Ha, an unfilial daughter? Have you ever yed your part as a mom? By making such a scene, what

    position do you put me in? Have you ever considered my situation and feelings? Just shut up!¡±

    Her eyes were bloodshot, yet her expression was ice¨Ccold as she pulled Jolin up, who was somewhat

    frightened.

    ¡°If the mother is kind to her daughter, then the daughter would be filial to her mother. You¡¯re not kind,

    and my being filial to a scoundrel like you is just abetting tyranny! You wanna make a scene, right?

    Fine!¡±

    Lizetta let go of Jolin, who fell back onto the ground and hadn¡¯t even gotten up when a sudden cold

    water drenched herpletely. Lizetta had picked up a high¨Cpressure water gun from the flower bed,

    opened the valve, and aimed it at Jolin.

    Jolin screamed, unable to open her eyes.

    ¡°Ah, help! Lunatic! Ah, Lizetta, you nasty brat. Ouch!¡±

    Jolin scrambled away, rolling and crawling in panic, quickly covered in mud and destroying arge

    section of Hanna¡¯s carefully tended flowers and nts.

    ¡°Stop it! Lizetta, have you lost your mind?¡±

    The noise was too much, and Hanna emerged from the vi with others, her face livid as she scolded

    Lizetta.

    Lizetta swung the hose towards Hanna, who stopped in her tracks, stumbling and awkwardly being

    helped

    to retreat.

    ¡°How dare you!¡±

    Hanna was almost sprayed head to toe, staring at Lizetta in disbelief.

    Lizetta dropped the hose, a slight smirk on her lips.

    ¡°Didn¡¯t you ask me to handle this? If we don¡¯t teach her a lesson, she¡¯ll juste back again. This is

    my way of handling it.¡±

    Hanna was so angry she saw stars, but Lizetta began to walk away.

    After a few steps, she turned back, smiling.

    ¡°By the way, and about that pastel floral double¨Ceared vase in the living room, it looks like a valuable

    antique. Next time she shows up, just smash that and me it on her. That shouldnd her behind bars

    for a few years. You won¡¯t have to worry about her bothering you again, dragging you down to her

    level. I¡¯ve told you a once¨Cand¨Cfor¨Call solution, so next time she makes a scene, just do that, and

    please, dorit call me again.

    Lizetta nodded, turned, and walked away without looking back, quickly exiting the Riverbend Abbey.

    Hanna swayed, supported by two servants.

    That¡¯s when Joseph came running out from the vi; the kid had just taken his medicine and was

    sleeping.

    ¡°Where¡¯s Liz? Why did she leave?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t even mention her! You want to upset your mother too, huh? She¡¯s really rebelled, she¡¯s insane!¡±

    Hanna shouted angrily, Joseph looked at the messy flower beds, the water all over the ground, and

    Jolin, who had just crawled out of the muddy flower bed, his mouth hung open.

    ¡°Mom, after all, Liz was raised by Remi, and you know his temperament. Liz has been influenced by

    him; if she¡¯s not a big devil, she¡¯s at least a little demon. Maybe Liz was just pretending to be too good

    before, and she even deceiving you.¡±

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    Even her youngest son, who Hanna dearly loved, anger her, Hanna stepped forward to chase after

    Joseph.

    When Jeph saw trouble, he took off like a bat out of hell.

    ¡°Calm down Mom I¡¯ll find my brother to bring Liz back here to apologize to you.¡±

    The ran off beaving Hanna with no way to deal with him. She ordered the servants to kick Jolin out and

    quickly clean up the mess in the yard.

    Remington¡¯s room was in another part of the courtyard, and the house had a good soundproof.

    the heard some ruckus outside, but had no idea what was going down.

    He wanted to go out, but Evelina clung to him tightly,ining of stomach difort and feeling

    scared.

    Evelina had been having a rough pregnancy, with one close call at the hospital already. Without the

    doctor there yet, Remington stayed with her reluctantly but felt impatient.

    Just then, Joseph came running in, his face full of panic and rm.

    ¡°Bro, bad news! Liz and her mom are fighting in the courtyard. That crazydy¡¯s really fierce, taking

    advantage of being Liz¡¯s mom to hit her hard. Liz ended up crying and running off. Hey, where are you

    going? Wait up, take me with youl

    Before Joseph could finish, Remington¡¯s towering figure had already caught the wind and stormed out.

    ¡°Remi!¡± Evelina anxiously sat up and called out, but Remington was too fast, she couldn¡¯t catch him or

    stop him.

    Fuming inside, Evelina red at Joseph, lips pursed.

    Joseph turned back, and Evelina, unable to hide her expression in time, was caught by Joseph,

    Joseph made a face at her and said, ¡°Look at you, all ugly like a snake demon. Save it, sis, my

    brother¡¯s not into you.¡±

    Evelina was so mad she could explode.

    Before she could throw it, Joseph suddenly eximed ¡°Ouch!¡± and sat down hard on the

    floor.

    Before Evelina could react, Hanna entered with the servants, and there was Joseph on the floor, eyes

    red, sniffling

    ¡°Mom, after my brother left, meanie sister here took it out on me and pushed me to the ground.¡±

    Lever

    Hanna, ever protective of her sickly youngest, shot Evelina a furious look.

    Evelina felt like she was going to cough up blood, waving her hands in protest.

    ¡°Auntie, I swear I didn¡¯t push him! I was sitting on the bed the whole time. I know the young master

    likes Liz and dislikes me. I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯ll leave right now.¡±

    Hanna, concerned about the baby in Evelina¡¯s belly and realizing Joseph was probably up to his tricks,

    red

    at him.

    ¡°Go to your room and rest! Evelina, you rest as well. The doctor will be here soon.¡±

    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll listen to you.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s obedient act made Hanna even more pleased.

    Lizetta stormed out of the Riverbend Abbey, her pace quickening.

    Her vision blurred, she stumbled over something and took a hard fall..

    Lizetta instinctively covered her belly. Without support from her elbows, her knees collided harshly with

    the ground, causing her to curl up in pain.

    She had just drenched Jolin with the water gun, and she too got drenched in the process.

    The wind blew, chilling her to the bone.

    But what felt colder was her heart, as if a gaping hole had been torn, letting in the icy wind to blow

    through.

    She wondered if she was really that worthless, undeserving of love.

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    When Kevin and ra, who had loved her so dearly, found out she wasn¡¯t his real daughter, they

    abandoned her immediately.

    Her birth parents didn¡¯t show her any affection either.

    Her eldest brother was good to her, but now he was in a vegetative state. Fiona cared for her, but she

    was ultimately Remington¡¯s grandmother, thedy of the Dashiell family, and there was always a barrier

    between them.

    Previously, Lizetta never felt self¨Cpity because she had her brother.

    With Remington, Lizetta felt like she had faith and owned the whole world.

    But over these four years, her world had been gradually crumbling.

    Now, even Remington had left her. He didn¡¯t want her anymore, just like everyone else.

    Just as her world was about to copse and bury Lizettapletely, a voice suddenly rang out above

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    ¡°Get up!¡±

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    That voice was so familiar.

    But how could it be? That person should be glued to Evelina¡¯s side right about now.

    Lizetta felt utterly ridiculous thinking she was still hallucinating or daydreaming.

    ¡°Lizetta! You were the one strutting around, and now you¡¯re trying to be weak and pitiful with me?¡±

    Yet, the man¡¯s voice came from above her again.

    Slowly, Lizetta lifted her head, and it was only then that Remington realized her eyes were unusually

    red.

    Especially her right eye, it looked like it was seeping blood tears.

    ¡°What happened to your eyes?¡±

    Remington frowned, squatting down to reach out and touch Lizetta¡¯s cheek.

    The woman who had been in a daze suddenly snapped back to reality, swatting his hand away with all

    her might.

    Smack!

    A sharp sound hit the back of Remington¡¯s hand.

    ¡°Go away! I don¡¯t need your help!¡±

    Lizetta hung her head low, trying hard to get up from the ground.

    She didn¡¯t want to expose her messiness to Remington anymore..

    Her resistance and rejection made Remington¡¯s heart tighten, his face going through several emotional

    shifts.

    When had she stopped leaning on him and started pushing him away?

    All he knew was that he hated this feeling, a sense of losing control and panic slowly spreading in his

    chest. ¡°You turn the world upside down and now you¡¯re ying the victim? Stay still!¡±

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    The man¡¯s cold voice rang out as his arm slipped through the bend of Lizetta¡¯s knee, scooping her up

    in his

    arms.

    Her body suddenly lifted into the air, and with stinging eyes that couldn¡¯t open, fear instinctively made

    Lizetta wrap her arms around the man¡¯s neck, her icy body pressing into his embrace.

    Remington¡¯s cold expression softened a touch as he carried her into the car.

    She was too bedraggled.

    Drenched from head to toe, covered in dirt, with her jeans scraped at the knees, bleeding.

    Beneath her tangled hair, her face was ghostly pale, her eyes were swollen red, a mix of defiance and

    vulnerability.

    ¡°Go to the hospital.¡±

    Remington¡¯s deep voicemanded:

    The car immediately sped off, the partition silently rising.

    Remington raised his hand to Lizetta¡¯s cheek.

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    Lizetta couldn¡¯t open her eyes, tears flowing uncontrobly, feeling both fragile and uneasy.

    He touched her, and she awkwardly turned her head away.

    ¡°Still holding a grudge?¡±

    Remington¡¯s movements paused, knowing she was angry that he had left her behind, doubting him.

    A flicker of regret crossed his brows; he hadn¡¯t realized at the time that her eye was truly injured.

    ¡°How could I hold a grudge? That would make me an ingrate, wouldn¡¯t it? I should be forever grateful

    for the kindness of the Dashiell family.¡±

    Lizetta turned her head away, her voice cold.

    Remington¡¯s fingers were warm, gently smoothing out her messy hair, his palm cupping her cheek.

    ¡°Speak nicely.¡±

    Lizetta, with a cold expression, closed her mouth and once again turned, trying to shake off his hand.

    She felt repulsed; he had just held Evelina.

    His hand, had it just like this, caressed Evelina¡¯s hair, wiped away Evelina¡¯s tears?

    She felt Remington stiffen. He had little patience for her, and braced herself for him to lose his temper

    and leave her by the roadside.

    But then, the next second.

    The man¡¯s familiar warm breath suddenly closed in, and a tender kissnded on Lizetta¡¯s forehead.

    Gentle, soothing, andpassionate.

    Lizetta froze again, and Remington, resting his forehead against hers, let out a soft sigh.

    His breath tickled her nose as he said, ¡°I¡¯m wrong: don¡¯t be mad at me. You¡¯re hurt. Let me take a look,

    okay?¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t tell if it was her eyes or her heart that hurt more.

    Tears cascaded down like a breached dam, rolling off her tightly closedshes and dropping onto

    Remington¡¯s hand that was caressing her cheek.

    Burning hot inside, Remington swallowed hard, feeling his entire heart tremble and soften from her

    crying.

    ¡°Alright, let me see.¡±

    He lifted her chin, and Lizetta didn¡¯t dodge anymore.

    He was her Achilles¡® heel; she couldn¡¯t refuse the warmth he offered.

    He was so terribly good at ying her, knowing all too well.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart swelled with sourness, sensing his careful approach.

    He pressed her lower eyelid with his thumb and gently lifted her upper eyelid with the pad of his index

    finger. As he drew closer to inspect, Lizetta, through her blurred tear¨Cfilled eyes, gradually saw his

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    She watched his furrowed brows and worried eyes.

    ¡°Looks like a bit of gunk got in your eye, hold still,¡± Remington said as he gently blew under Lizetta¡¯s lower eyelid twice, causing her to flinch.

    ¡°Some of it came out, don¡¯t be scared, it¡¯ll be fine soon.¡±

    He was all patient and soothing, blowing gently again and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, along with the speck of debris.

    Lizetta closed her eyes, feeling much better. She raised her hand to rub them, but Remington caught her wrist.

    ¡°Your hands are dirty, don¡¯t rub it.¡±

    ¡°It feels ufortable.¡± Lizetta¡¯s eyshes fluttered intensely.

    Remington lifted his hand and covered her right eye with hisrge palm, gently rubbing it.

    Everything went dark for Lizetta, but her nose was filled with the familiar scent of wood. Pathetically, she still felt at ease.

    When Remington finally let go, she leaned back in her chair, feeling slightly drowsy.

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    Lizetta nodded, only to feel Remington¡¯srge hand at her waist. Then, he seemed to be pulling down her jeans¡¯ zipper!

    ¡°What are you doing!?¡± Lizetta¡¯s hair stood on end as she reached for his hand.

    The man paused, ¡°Taking off your pants to treat the scrape on your leg.¡±

    Embarrassed, Lizetta blushed, ¡°No need, it¡¯s just a small scratch, I¡¯ll take care of it when I get home.¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice deepened with displeasure, ¡°By the time you get home, the wound will be all inmed!¡±

    Lizetta thought about her meeting with Master Dories the day after tomorrow and worried about the knee inmmation affecting her performance. While she hesitated, Remington had already forcefully pulled her hands away from her zipper.

    He looked up to see her face flushed with embarrassment and chuckled.

    ¡°Shy? What part of you haven¡¯t I seen before?¡±

    As he spoke, he unzipped her jeans and patted her thigh.

    ¡°Lift your butt up.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned beet red. Sure, he had seen her naked plenty of times, but this was the first time he was undressing her, attending to her like this.

    It was just different. Especially since she couldn¡¯t open her eyes, the embarrassment and the difort of being watched by him were exponentially increasing.

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    It was just helping her with some medicine after pulling down her pants, yet he spoke as if something

    more had happened between them

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed red as she reached out to put him away

    But the man caught her hand and gave it a peck, chuckling. ¡®Do you like it when I kiss you like t

    Lizetta felt a tingling sensation spread from her fingertips all over, like she¡¯d just been zapped.

    Unconsciously, she leaned softly into his embrace, too embarrassed to speak

    Is that considered flirting?

    Although they had been intimate, but they never really flirted like a couple

    The Remington she knew before was not like this, he was silent and restrained in bed

    Even during their most intense moments in bed, he never talked dirty like this, asking if she liked it or

    not.

    Before, it felt to her like submitting homework or purely satisfying desires

    But now, without even doing much, just kissing her fingers and muzzling her eat and neck, Lizette was

    all dewy, ready to surrender.

    This was terrifying, really

    She shouldn¡¯t allow herself to be indulged and fall like this.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes snapped open and she yanked her hand back

    ¡°I don¡¯t like this!¡±

    She bit her tongue, forcing herself to lock eyes with Remington, her words sharp and decisive.

    The smile on Remington¡¯s handsome face gradually stiffened. His thin lips slightly curled, and he

    uttered a mocking sound.

    ¡°Take a good look at this, you¡¯re little liar.¡±

    With a graceful move, he drew her attention with his fingers.

    Sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves outside the car window, gliding over his fingertips,

    momentarily shing ayer of sparkling light.

    At first, Lizetta didn¡¯t understand what it was, but catching the man¡¯s teasing, mocking gaze, and

    thinking of where his fingers had just lingered, her mind exploded. Her entire being turned bright red,

    like a shrimp thrown into boiling water.

    ¡°Jerk, creep!¡±

    Embarrassed and angry, she turned away, hurriedly pulling on her remaining pant leg.

    But her hands and feet were weak, and in her haste, she struggled to put them on like a child clumsily

    trying to dress.

    Remington casually wiped his fingers with a tissue, and with a long reach, Lizetta found herself sitting

    on hisp.

    With one hand supporting her backside and the other helping her pull up her pants.

    Lizetta tried to zip up, her fingers trembling; the zipper seemingly stuck.

    Above her, Remington¡¯s chuckle filled the air, and Lizetta was too shy that she felt she could

    spontaneouslybust. Remington covered her hand with his, helping her pull the zipper up, while

    teasing her in her ea.

    ¡°No need to thank me.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand being in the same space as him for another second.

    Fortunately, they¡¯d arrived at the hospital.

    Remington got out of the car, and as Lizetta followed, pushing the door open. Just as she jumped out,

    her body lightened, and she was lifted by the man again.

    ¡°I can walk on my own.¡±

    ¡°Oh, your legs are not weak anymore?¡±

    Afraid he¡¯d say something even more outrageous; she mped her mouth shut and epted her fate.

    Remington carried her to the ophthalmology clinic, where the doctor said it was nothing serious, just a

    bit of an infection. He prescribed some eye drops and told her to use them for a couple of days.

    Leaving the hospital, Lizetta refused to get back in the car with Remington.

    He gave her a cold look, ¡°You¡¯re injured, you need someone to look after you! Come back to Oakridge

    Heights with me.¡±

    Lizetta stood there, her eyes still red but able to open them, and looked at him.

    ¡°It¡¯s nothing serious, no need for Mr. Dashiell to bother.¡±

    She was icy cold, nothing like the coy little thing she was in the car earlier, Remington was almost

    amused by her change in attitude.

    ¡°So, now that you¡¯re not blind, and that you don¡¯t need me, I¡¯m Mr. Dashiell again?¡±

    Something about his look made Lizetta feel somewhat guilty.

    She forced herself to ignore it, not forgetting Evelina was still in Remington¡¯s bed back at the Riverbend

    Abbey.

    She nodded, ¡°Yes, I¡¯m leaving.

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    Lizetta froze. What was he doing?

    Given Remington¡¯s pride, persistently obstructing and entangling like this was out of character for him.

    *Remington, let go.¡±

    Lizetta nced around nervously. The hospital was bustling with peopleing and going. What on

    earth was he thinking?

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    But the man was acting like nobody else existed, lowering his head to rest his chin heavily on Lizetta¡¯s

    shoulder.

    ¡°Isn¡¯t it more delightful to stay by my side than to struggle with raising funds to leave me? Liz, is it that

    hard to admit you can¡¯t live without me?¡±

    His embrace was warm andforting, something Lizetta secretly craved.

    His voice was mesmerizing, his tone slow and seductive, making Lizetta¡¯s breathing quicken.

    Remington sensed her emotions and his thin lips slowly curled into a contented smile

    But then, in the next second.

    Lizetta reached out, grabbed his arm wrapped around her waist, and firmly pulled away

    She turned around, raising a smile.

    ¡°Nope, I¡¯m itching to see the world outside. And that 3 million? I¡¯ll gather it as soon as I can I just hope

    Remi, you¡¯ll honor your agreement and let me go when the timees.¡±

    With that, she turned and walked away without looking back

    Couldn¡¯t she live without him?

    Maybe. To Lizetta, Remington was like a drug

    But she was in the process of kicking the habit, and she had always seeded.

    And Remington thought she couldn¡¯t leave him, simply because he was convinced shecked the

    ability to gather those 3 million, to survive, and could only depend on him.

    Behind her, Remington¡¯s figure stiffened, his deep eyes fixated on her gradually shrinking and

    disappearing silhouette, the frown between his brows deepening significantly

    Even though Lizetta had been throwing tantrumstely, Remington always felt she was within reach,

    still that little girl who would listen to him.

    But now, for the first time, he felt a serious loss of control.

    And the feeling sucked!

    Evelina had just left the Riverbend Abbey when she spotted Jolin waiting by the roadside.

    The car stopped, and Jolin hurried in.

    Evelina handed over a card, which Jolin stuffed into his pocket, grinning.

    ¡°Eve¡¯s always the good kid.¡±

    She was all dirty and wet, shivering with cold. She reached for Evelina¡¯s cashmere shawl.

    ¡°I¡¯m freezing to death! That brat Lizetta! I should have beaten her more when she was young to scare

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    into submission, so she wouldn¡¯t be as disobedient as she is now!¡±

    A look of disdain flickered in Evelina¡¯s eyes as she tossed the shawl to her.

    ¡°That was way out of line, how could you be so harsh on her? Don¡¯t worry, you took care of me until I

    was six; as long as you do as I say, I won¡¯t abandon you.¡±

    ¡°Mommy trusts you, dear, but is this month¡¯s money not here yet? We had a deal, remember? There¡¯s

    supposed to be an amount every month.¡±

    Back when Evelina was six, she promised to give Jolin 2,000 a month from her allowance in exchange

    for a favor. As Evelina grew up, Jolin wasn¡¯t satisfied anymore. Using the past as leverage, she

    bumped the allowance up to 5,000 a month.

    Even though Evelina wasn¡¯t hurting for that 5,000, over the years it added up, and it was a serious

    chunk of change.

    It was a real pain for her.

    These days, she had been overwhelmed by inte issues, spending a lot of money to pull negative

    news and hire inte trolls, which strained her finances, so she didn¡¯t transfer the money on time.

    Jolin had just pocketed her card and was now bringing up the money again. Even Evelina couldn¡¯t help

    but frown.

    Jolin wasn¡¯t happy, ¡°Eve, you¡¯re a precious daughter and about to marry into the Dashiell family,

    benefiting from your

    child. You can¡¯t short¨Cchange me! I don¡¯t have any other options; your brother ended up like that,

    Lizetta is no daughter of mine, all my hopes are on you.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes shed sharply, ¡°Zip it! What are you bbering about? How is Sis not your daughter?

    Even if

    you

    didn¡¯t raise her till she was six, she¡¯s still your daughter!¡±

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    Jolin knew there were some things shouldn¡¯t be said, and she just let something slip.

    She nodded right away, ¡°Yeah, yeah, but she¡¯s been ungrateful since she was a kid, unfilial indeed,

    Mommy still has to lean on you.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll remind April to transfer some cash as soon as I get back,¡± she whispered into Jolin¡¯s

    ear.

    ¡°If she finds out the truth about Lizetta¡¯s background, she¡¯s not someone to be trifled with. What do

    your reckon, could she have you thrown behind bars?!¡±

    Jolin¡¯s face turned ghostly pale, and she quickly pped a hand over her mouth.

    It waste into the night.

    Inside a plush private room at Maplewood Club, the atmosphere was dripping with luxury.

    After wrapping up their talk, Remington leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink alone.

    Timothy raised his ss, ¡°Remi and Quintin have both been abroad these past two years, so we¡¯ve

    had fewer gatherings. It¡¯s nice to have some peace and quiet to chat today. When Quentin gets back,

    we gotta have a proper get¨Ctogether.¡±

    Quentin, mentioned by Timothy, is the young master of the West family. The Wests are an old and

    established family in Zion City, and the parents are Remington¡¯s godparents.

    Quentin, Timothy, Remington, and Cassius grew up together.

    Cassius nodded in agreement, ¡°Yeah, Quentin¡¯s even busier than Remi. Last time I flew to Celestia for

    amercial shoot and wanted to catch up with him, he couldn¡¯t even spare a minute.¡±

    Remington¡¯s brows knitted slightly as he tilted his head back and drained his ss in one gulp.

    Seeing his mood dip even further and hisck of interest in the conversation, Timothy clicked his

    tongue and leaned in to ask.

    ¡°Sessful in business but unlucky in love, huh? Remi, still haven¡¯t made up with Liz?¡±

    Remington nced at him and chuckled, ¡°What do you know? Even if we fight, we¡¯re tight.¡±

    Timothy sighed silently to himself, understanding all too well the male ego at y.

    ¡°Alright, alright, you two are tight and Liz can¡¯t live without you. But even the happiest couples can¡¯t

    keep bickering forever, man. It¡¯s been days.¡±

    But deep down, Remington was counting, 29 days since that woman first brought up divorce.

    ¡°Want me to lend a hand?¡±

    Usually, Remington wouldn¡¯t bite on such an offer.

    But today, he turned his gaze to Timothy, raising an eyebrow.

    Timothy chuckled to himself.

    Ah, he couldn¡¯t keep up the act anymore, huh?

    He put his ss down and got serious, ¡°If sweet¨Ctalking doesn¡¯t work, you gotta pull the sympathy

    card! If

    spot for she¡¯s got even a sliver of feelings left, she won¡¯t be able to resist. And Liz, she¡¯s got a soft

    you, Remi. If you were even slightly unwell, that girl would be anxious as can be. She would definitely

    fall for it.¡±

    Remington thought Timothy had a real n, but his interest waned upon hearing this.

    Lizetta used to care a lot about him.

    He would have a minor illness and not take it seriously, but she would stay up all night, never leaving

    his

    side.

    But that was when she cared for him like a brother. Now, her heart was as hard as stone.

    He¡¯d already pretended to have a blood disease, and she didn¡¯t even consider moving back to

    Oakridge Heights for more than a couple of days.

    Timothy was still brainstorming, ¡°Here¡¯s the n, I¡¯ll hit up Liz on WhatsApp right now, tell her Remi¡¯s

    stered and needs a ride home. When Liz gets here, you y drunk, and things might progress from

    there. Tomorrow, you two will be as sweet as honey. What do you say?¡±

    Remington downed his drink with a tilt of his head and smirked, ¡°Not bad, but don¡¯t bring it up again.¡±

    Timothy shrugged just as his date sashayed over to call him away.

    Seeing Remington didn¡¯t want to talk anymore, Timothy stood up to leave.

    But when he got to the pool table, he still took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Lizetta

    He¡¯d done his brotherly duty, whether it would work or not depended on how much weight Remi carried

    in Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    But no sooner had he put his phone down, Cassius sidled up, peeking at the screen. With a chuckle,

    he took a photo and sent it to Evelina.

    ¡°What are you doing? Don¡¯t send that randomly!¡±

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    ¡°So only you¡¯re allowed to send it? We should let Remi see who really cares about him.¡±

    Timothy snatched back his phone, trying to withdraw the message, but Evelina¡¯s reply had already

    pooped

    1. up.

    [Is Joseph drunk? I¡¯ll be there ASAP Cassius, take care of him for me, OK?]

    Timothy felt doomed!

    Lizetta had moved out of Hogan¡¯s apartment with Ynda that afternoon and Ynda had returned to

    the film crew that evening.

    Lizetta went to bed early, feeling light¨Cheaded and ufortable.

    She quickly sumbed to darkness, but her body grew heavier and more fatigued, as if she were in a

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    Lizetta struggled to wake up and found herself with a high fever.

    She felt weak all over, barely managed to grope for her phone under the pillow, instinctively wanting to

    call her emergency contact.

    But before her fingers could dial out, WhatsApp buzzed.

    She opened it to see the picture.

    There he was, a man lounging backzily in the club¡¯s leather chair, head tilted back, shirt opened at

    the top revealing two undone buttons, his profile oozing superiority and sleek sophistication.

    Not too far from him sat a girl in a miniskirt, pure and fresh, like a college student.

    Though they were some distance apart and not sitting together, that girl was clearly sneaking nces

    at

    him.

    That look, Lizetta knew it all too well.

    She used to gaze up at him just like that, secretly from the shadows.

    ¡°Heh.¡±

    Lizetta let out a raspy chuckle, her phone slipping from her grasp.

    In a daze, she didn¡¯t know how much time had passed when the buzzing vibration startled her awake

    again.

    Half out of it, she answered and put the phone to her ear.

    ¡°Litchi, don¡¯t forget toe to the race tomorrow. Do you need me to pick you up? Litchi?¡±

    Lucian got no reply from Lizetta, only catching her heavy breathing, which made him frown.

    ¡°Lucian, I feel awful.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s muffled voice came through, startling Lucian.

    ¡°Where are you? Hello? Lizetta!?¡±

    But by then, there was no response from the other end.

    Lucian had just taken a shower, ready for bed, but he quickly got dressed in the walk¨Cin closet.

    He quickly changed and called Remington.

    But to his surprise, Remington¡¯s phone also went unanswered.

    At the club.

    Evelina rushed over, stopped a waiter before entering the VIP room, gave some instructions, and

    handed over two grand.

    She entered the room to find Remington indeed still in his previous spot, with a woman in a white

    miniskirt trying to cozy up to him.

    Evelina walked over and snapped, ¡°Step away, he¡¯s not someone you can touch!¡±

    The girl in the miniskirt was reluctant but seeing Evelina and thinking of the rumors online, she bit her

    lip and walked away.

    Evelina moved to take the seat, but the man suddenly opened his eyes.

    This seat len¡¯t yours either

    His gaze was cold, not showing much sign of drunkenness.

    Evelina froze, feeling both humiliated and wronged.

    She stumbled and ended up flopping right into Remingtor¡¯s arms,

    ¡°Remi, you scared me like that all of a sudden.¡±

    Before Remington could push her away, Evelina sat up on her own, saying with concern.

    ¡°Cassius sent me a message saying Joseph had too much to drink, I was so worried, I even made

    hangover soup myself, shall I pour some for you?¡±

    The hangover soup she brought was not homemade though.

    Worried about beingte and Remington leaving, she ordered takeout on the way.

    She leaned in to pour the hangover soup, but Remington was already standing up, his aura even

    somber than before, striding towards the exit.

    Evelina panicked and stood up, ¡°Romi.¡±

    Cassius and Timothy also came over, and Cassius spoke up.

    ¡°Remi, Evelina cares so much about you.¡±

    He didn¡¯t finish his sentence when Remington put his hand on his shoulder, pushing down so hard

    Cassius grimaced in pain, his body swaying.

    Remington let go and walked away.

    Cassius, clutching his sore shoulder, hissed, ¡°Man, why¡¯s Remi so angry? I¡¯ve got two action scenes to

    shoot tomorrow, I hope it¡¯s not dislocated!¡±

    Timothy offered to check, ¡°Let me see?¡±

    Cassius let go, only for Timothy to p it hard, causing Cassius to wince andsh out at Timothy.

    Timothy dodged and diagnosed, ¡°It¡¯s not dislocated, you¡¯d better be careful, if you cause so much

    trouble next time, it won¡¯t just be a dislocation.¡±

    He made a throat¨Cslitting gesture.

    Outside the VIP room, Remington strode out, his face a stormy shade of thunder.

    Evelina came, but Lizetta didn¡¯t!

    What does this imply? It goes without saying, it seemed as if ayer of frost had formed over

    Remington¡¯s heart.

    Yet Evelina was still tailing him, matching his every step.

    ¡°Remi, wait for me.¡±

    Remington suddenly stopped, ¡°Stop following me!¡±

    His voice was menacing, startling Evelina, her eyes reddening, not understanding why she¡¯d upset him.

    Cedric approached briskly from the opposite direction, and Remingtonmanded, ¡°Take her home.¡±

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    But Cedric said, ¡°Boss, thedy¡¯s had an ident.¡±

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    ¡°I just received a call from Mr. Lucian Dashiell. Thedy has been taken to the hospital with a high

    fever.¡±

    Cedric didn¡¯t even get to finish his sentence before Remington was already on the move.

    Cedric scrambled to follow, while Evelina was still trying to catch up, only to see them already stepping

    into the elevator.

    She hustled to catch up but missed the elevator by a hair.

    Stomping her foot in frustration, fortunately, at this moment, the waiter she had asked earlier sent her

    the photo he had taken.

    Evelina¡¯s expression softened as she looked at the photos, and she quickly forwarded them to Lizetta.

    Lucian had to grill Ynda to get Lizetta¡¯s current address.

    He rushed over, knocked for a long time with no answer, then got the passcode from Ynda to let

    himself

    1. in.

    Inside, Lizetta was indeed out of it with fever.

    Lucian scooped her up into the car, wrapped an ice pack in a towel for her forehead to cool her down,

    and by the time they were near the hospital, Lizetta finally regained her consciousness.

    When Remington got to the hospital, Lizetta had just been wheeled into the ward.

    The man strode quickly to the ward door and was about to pull it open when he caught sight through

    the window of Lucian giving Lizetta a drink.

    Lucian¡¯s arm n was around her shoulder, holding the cup, being super careful with every move

    And there was Lizetta, all cozy in his arm, tilting her head up and taking sips like a good girl.

    It was a shared room, and the olddy on the next bed was watching with a big grin on her face.

    ¡°Sweetie, your hubby is both a looker and so attentive!¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned icy, he couldn¡¯t watch or listen anymore, and burst through the

    ward door.

    It was as if he brought in a gust of cold air, the man with themanding presence immediately drew

    everyone¡¯s attention in the room.

    Lizetta looked up at him, furrowed her brows slightly, then coolly looked away.

    *Remi,¡± Lucian greeted.

    Before he could say more, Remington walked over, took the cup from his hand, and said,

    ¡°I¡¯ll take care of her. Thanks for tonight, it¡¯s gettingte, you should head back.¡±

    Lucian, seeing his cold demeanor, was a bit worried and stood his ground.

    Obviously, Lizetta and Remi were separated. With Lizetta still having a high fever and the atmosphere

    being as it was, Lucian naturally was not at ease.

    But Remington¡¯s gaze grew even colder, ¡°You not leaving?¡±

    ¡°Alright,¡± Lucian nodded.

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    But as he took a step, Lize leaned over and caught the hem of his clothes.

    ¡°Fer¡¯s been drinking, he should go rest. I¡¯ll be fine once I¡¯m done with the IV, Lucian can take me back,

    no

    trouble Remi

    Lizetta looked indifferently at Hemington

    She could still sell the alcohol on Hemmation, and thinking of the photo with bright lights and an

    ambiguous atmosphere she saw before falling unconscious, feeling resistance and disqust.

    ¡°Lizetta, I¡¯m your husband! Remington¡¯s face shifted, his gaze fented on the small hand clutching

    Lucian¡¯s

    He remembered how, when I trotta was atch on a child, the docile little girl would be clingy.

    sick

    She rolled on him, would whimsically grabs onto his alt like the, not letting him leave, wanting him to

    personally care for and stay with her.

    That look from Remington was like a de about tosh through the nit

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    Lizetta¡¯s face paled, but she didn¡¯t let go, and bald coldly,

    ¡°We¡¯ve already signed the divorce papers, it handly counts

    ¡°Lizettal¡± Remington¡¯s face turned ashen

    Lucian was taken aback, suprised and concerned

    ¡°Divorce papers? Remi, you¡¯re divorcing itch?

    Remington wasn¡¯t in the mood to tackle Lucian¡¯s questions, and ordered in a deep voice,

    ¡°Cedric, please see Lucian out

    Cedric stepped forward, whispering persuasively, ¡°Lucian, the boss and the young missus are just

    having a spat. She¡¯s sick, and the boss is looking after her, things will smooth over. You shouldn¡¯t

    intervene.¡±

    Lucian, frowning, didn¡¯t insist further and turned to Lizetta saying, ¡°Litchi, you and Remi need to have a

    real talk.¡±

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    ¡°Are you not letting go?¡± Remington quipped with a mocking look as he stared at Lizetta.

    Feeling a bit embarrassed but with Lucian having said as much, Lizetta finally released her grip.

    Once Lucian left, Lizetta flopped back onto the hospital bed.

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    She turned over, presenting her back to Remington, her whole stance screaming resistance.

    Remington¡¯s eyes darkened further, aggravated for no reason by the olddy next door who kept

    gossiping and watching.

    With a swift motion, the man yanked the curtain between the two hospital beds shut.

    The olddy muttered, ¡°Such a foul temper. What¡¯s the use of being good¨Clooking? No wonder his wife

    wants a divorce. He¡¯s nowhere near as good as that young man was.¡±

    Remington became more detached, but he wasn¡¯t about to pick a fight with a sick olddy.

    When Cedric came back, Remington ordered, ¡°Arrange a private room.¡±

    Before Cedric could move, Lizetta, propped up slightly on the bed, rejected the idea.

    ¡°I don¡¯t need it. I¡¯m staying just one night and will be discharged tomorrow.¡±

    It wasn¡¯t a big deal for her, the fever had gone down with the IV, and she¡¯d likely be fine by tomorrow.

    Lucian, being careless, had just gone to get her test results, and Lizetta had requested the doctors to

    consider her pregnancy when prescribing medication.

    But Remington, always astute, wasn¡¯t easy to fool.

    Lizetta worried he¡¯d move her to a different room and call in a new doctor, and if her secret was

    be done for.

    ¡°You won¡¯t rest well here,¡± Remington disagreed, ncing again at Cedric.

    out, she¡¯d

    Lizetta grew anxious, ¡°Is it because you¡¯re worried I won¡¯t rest well, or is Mr. Dashiell the one who can¡¯t

    stand it? If it¡¯s too much to bear, Mr. Dashiell should just leave. I don¡¯t need looking after, I can handle

    myself!¡±

    Her emotions red, and Cedric looked to Remington.

    ¡°Mr. President?¡±

    ¡°Step out for a bit.¡±

    That was conceding to Lizetta¡¯s wishes, not to change the room.

    Cedric thought only the missus could defy the boss like that and get away with it.

    The boss clearly cared, yet why couldn¡¯t the two of them ever patch things up?

    Cedric left, and Remington bent down to check Lizetta¡¯s forehead, She dodged but hisrge hand

    insistently found its way there.

    ¡°Burning up like this, what can you handle? Stop being so damn stubborn!¡±

    Feeling his palm against her, Lizetta, vulnerable as she was, couldn¡¯t help but crave that bit of

    tenderness, her heart fluttering weakly

    Then she heard Remington¡¯s biting sarcasm, ¡°Getting ill and not calling me, what, do you want to end

    up so feverish you be an idiot, for me to be responsible for you all my life?¡±

    She had a fever, didn¡¯t contact him, but went to Lucian instead.

    And thatst time with March, for such a big deal, she reached out to Lupian too, keeping him in the

    darkpletely.

    A restlessness surged in Remington¡¯s eyes, his emotions tumultuous

    Just as Lizetta felt a stir of emotion, she was met with his mocking tone

    She yanked his hand away. ¡°Even if I burn up into an idiot, I won¡¯t hang myself just to not be a burden

    on

    you.¡±

    Remington snorted, ¡°Never seen an idiot hang themselves, you¡¯d be better off relying on me.¡±

    Lizetta choked, feeling like if the fever didn¡¯t do her in his attitude would

    Lucky for her, a nurse came in to administer her IV, and Lizetta cooperated. The nurse advised

    ¡°We haven¡¯t added any antipyretics. Family members should keep an eye on physical cooling methods.

    monitor the temperature constantly, and call us if it doesn¡¯t drop in an hour.¡±

    Remington narrowed his eyes at the nurse. ¡°Why not use antipyretic injections?

    Obviously, it was because Lizetta was pregnant, and they were trying to avoid the use of ancoretic

    injections if possible.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat, nervously eyeing the nurse, panic¨Cstricken

    The nurse, puzzled by Remington¡¯s question, thinking how could such a handsome manckmon

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    Before the nurse could finish, there was a loud crash.

    It was Lizetta, acting on a sudden impulse, who knocked the cup to the floor, where it broke into pieces.

    Propping herself up with one hand on the nightstand, while still half sprawled on the bed, he frowned

    and bent over to help her.

    ¡°Tell me if you need water, what are you messing around for, or is it that you don¡¯t want to bother me

    now?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face was a picture of panic, like a kid who had done something wrong.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t realize I was so weak¡±

    Remington¡¯s anger melted away on the spot, and he helped her lie back down.

    She¡¯s sick after all, what was there to make a fuss about?

    He rubbed her head in a resigned gesture, feeling her feverish face, and asked with a frown, ¡°Why

    aren¡¯t your using any antipyretic injections?¡±

    With that distraction, the nurse had already left the room.

    Cedric came over to clean up the broken pieces, Lizetta exined, ¡°The fever wasn¡¯t this bad when the

    doctor checked earlier. It¡¯s better to take less fever medicine if possible, I can take someter if the

    fever doesn¡¯t go down.¡±

    Lizetta fidgeted with her fingers under the covers, afraid Remington might get suspicious.

    But the man didn¡¯t seem to overthink it. He fetched some cold water, wrung out a towel, and started

    wiping her face and neck, then moved to loosen her cor.

    Lizetta was a bit embarrassed and grabbed his hand.

    ¡°I can do it myself.¡±

    Remington looked at her with his calm eyes, ¡°Are you still being coy at a time like this?¡±

    Lizetta felt a bit helpless, ¡°We¡¯re about to get divorced.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t talk about divorce. Even if we were divorced, I¡¯m still your brother. I took care of you when we

    were

    kids, didn¡¯t 17¡±

    He forcefully pulled away her hand and started unbuttoning her shirt.

    Lizetta wanted to say that was then, how could it be the same now?

    After they got married, he hadn¡¯t taken care of her like this, so feeling ufortable was natural.

    But she knew that even if she spoke up, Remington wouldn¡¯t back down.

    She just didn¡¯t get it, why, when they had decided to split, was he suddenly so caring and attentive?

    Was it because, in his heart, he had already ended their marriage and reverted to seeing her as his

    little sister again?

    That wouldn¡¯t be so bad, Lizetta thought.

    Remington wiped under her arms and chest, even went to the lengths of wiping down to her thighs. He

    tirelessly changed the water several times.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t send him away, she was worried that her temperature wouldn¡¯t drop and that she

    wouldn¡¯t be able to take the antipyretics.

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    Fortunately, an hourter, her temperature came down, thanks to Remington making her drink several

    sses of water, along with the IV

    She needed to use the restroom.

    By the time Lizetta anxiously checked the IV bottle for the third time. Remington suddenly flipped her

    covers off

    ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    ¡°Helping you to the restroom.¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip. ¡°How did you know?¡±

    She had nned to hold it until the IV was done, but only a third of it had gone through

    She was too embarrassed to ask Remington for help, yet he had figured it out anyway

    The man chuckled, ¡°You¡¯ve only got one dder, take care of it

    Remington, carrying the IV bottle, helped Lizetta into the bathroom, then faced an awkward moment.

    ¡°Turn around¡±

    Remingtonplied and turned away

    Lizetta was wearing pajamas, which were easy enough to slip out of

    She steeled herself and squatted, but nothing happened for a while, and she couldn¡¯t force it

    Even though they had been mamed for two years, they hadn¡¯t really lived together, and doing her

    business in front of him, especially when they were about to divorce

    As Lizetta was stuck between a rock and a hard ce, Remington said.

    ¡°Lizetta, if you keep dwelling. I¡¯ll have to treat you like I¡¯m helping a baby pee¡±

    Probably frightened by the imagery he invoked, Lizetta finally managed to go.

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    Remington caught a glimpse of her ears being flushed red as a beet, and his thin lips curled slightly.

    Aftering out of the bathroom, Lizetta was still blushing like crazy. She just pulled the covers over

    her and pretended to be asleep, with eyes shut tight.

    But it seems she was so drained that she identally dozed off for real.

    When she woke up again, the daylight was already flooding in.

    Lizetta opened her eyes and saw the man, who crashed out in front of her hospital bed.

    The beds in the standard ward were pretty cramped, and there he was, sprawled out, and his tall frame

    looked ridiculously cramped.

    His usually immacte hair was a bit of a mess, with some stray strands obscuring his noble brow and

    eyes.

    Lizetta was stunned. She genuinely hadn¡¯t expected him to stay by her side all night.

    A beam of light was slowly crawling up the hospital bed, and as it drifted toward him, Lizetta lifted her

    hand to block the morning rays from hitting his face.

    In the quiet filled with drifting dust, she traced the lines of his face with her gaze.

    *Honey, your hubby may have a bit of a sharp tongue, but he¡¯s pretty caring, you know. You had a fever

    again in the middle of the night, and he looked after you the whole time; he was pretty patiently at that,¡±

    whispered the olddy in the next bed

    Lizetta snapped back to reality and gave the olddy a small smile.

    ¡°I see you two aren¡¯tpletely out of love. Why rush into a divorce? All couples have their spats. Give

    it some more thought before you do something hasty.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s smile was tinged with sadness.

    ¡°It¡¯s not a rash decision. It¡¯s been well thought out. We can¡¯t make it work anymore, and our rtionship

    isn¡¯t what you think it is,¡± she said.

    The olddy sighed, not pushing the matter further, as they were strangers, after all. Then she got out

    of bed to take a stroll.

    While Lizetta was lost in thought, one of her hands that had been shielding Remington¡¯s face was

    suddenly held in his grasp.

    She looked over, and there he was, awake. Lizetta¡¯s heart tightened as she fell into his deep eyes.

    ¡°You¡¯re awake, huh?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t move, and justy there holding her hand.

    ¡°Not that kind of feeling? So what is it between us, then?¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected him to overhear.

    Her voice was hoarse as she replied, ¡°You know¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t, enlighten me,¡± Remington said, while lifting his head with a cold smile ying on his lips.

    Lizetta bit her tongue, ¡°Broth¨Cmmph.¡±

    Her words were cut off as Remington suddenly leaned in and sealed her lips with his, silencing all her

    unfinished sentences.

    His breath was scorching, and his kiss was fierce.

    Lizetta was forced to tilt her head back, engulfed by the heat wave, and perhaps it was the night before

    her eyes that was too heartwarming and beautiful.

    She easily sumbed to his teasing and passion, forgetting to resist, forgetting even to breathe.

    By the time she came back to her senses, her face was beet red.

    Remington finally let go of her, and rest his forehead against hers; his eyes were deep and Intense.

    ¡°Siblings? So you think what we¡¯re doing now is incest?¡±

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    Lizetta was panting: her mind went nk, and she struggled toprehend his words.

    It had been him who always pushed her away and rejected their rtionship, leaving her in the cold for

    four

    years.

    He was t

    the one who refused to have children and thought of it as incest.

    Hisrge hand caressed Lizetta¡¯s face, ¡°Lizetta, I wouldn¡¯t kiss my sister like this, you get that?¡±

    Lizetta felt a pang of unspeakable bitterness, and her eyes started welling up.

    Afraid he¡¯d see it, she quickly lowered her head.

    Remington had only recently been willing to kiss her, so now, he no longer saw her as a sister, but

    purely as a

    woman.

    ¡°Liz, tell me, do you really feel nothing for me, no love at all?¡±

    At that moment, Remington¡¯s pale fingers gently lifted Lizetta¡¯s chin.

    He stared into her eyes with his deep gaze, and asked softly.

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    Remington¡¯s words got Lizetta¡¯s heart racing faster than any sweet nothings ever could

    But before that sweet feeling could spread, it was quickly reced by bitterness

    If this had happened six months ago, heck, even two months ago, she¡¯d be over the moon.

    But now, it¡¯s just toote.

    Even though her heart still skipped a beat, she no longer wanted to look back, nor did she have the

    courage

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    Lizetta looked at the man she loved, her pale lips curving slightly.

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    ¡°Yeah, the feelings are gone.¡±

    Her words sent a chill through Remington, who tightened his grip on her chin.

    ¡°Did you ever love me?¡±

    A pang of pain hit Lizetta¡¯s heart. How could she have not loved him? She hadn¡¯t even moved on yet.

    But then she remembered that night when she was stitched up, lying in bed, and felt she needed his

    concern.

    But he was nowhere to be found. When she finally got through to him on the phone, being nervous and

    hopeful, she confessed her feelings

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, brother, I like you¡±

    She still remembered his cold response.

    ¡°Stop calling me ¡°brother. Doesn¡¯t it make you sick? Lizetta, you really stop at nothing to stay with the

    Dashiell family!¡±

    He said she disgusted him, and that her love made him sick.

    After that, Lizetta never dared to confess again.

    At twenty, they got married, and she told him.

    ¡°Remi, I¡¯ll be the best wife; I would take care of you and stand by you, through thick and thin. Can you

    try to work on this marriage with me?¡±

    She hid her love for him in in words. How could the best wife not love her husband?

    But he said, ¡°Lizetta, save your energy. Let¡¯s just have a marriage of convenience, which would be

    better for both of us.¡±

    He threw at her a marriage of convenience contract. Even so, she was foolish enough not to give up.

    Two years of draining effort.

    Now, Remington was asking this question again. How was she supposed to answer?

    The truth would just give him another chance to humiliate her.

    They were getting divorced, and there was no need for any of this anymore. Lizetta didn¡¯t want to be

    entangled with him any further.

    She looked at Remington and shook her head with conviction.

    ¡°No, I don¡¯t love you.¡±

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    In her heart, she silently thought that, yes, one day in the future, Lizetts would definitely not love

    Remington

    anymore.

    She could do it.

    Remington stared at the woman before him; her eyes were clear and calm, devoid of any emotion

    He knew what she looked like when she lied, and it was nothing like the calm she showed now.

    She had never loved him.

    Remington¡¯s lips curled into a mocking smirk, and his expression remained unchanged as he released

    the grip on Lizetta¡¯s chin

    He stepped back, standing up

    ¡°That¡¯s for the best. You¡¯re right, divorce is indeed our best option

    Lizetta pursed her lips, and her eyes and brows bent slightly

    ¡°Yeah, Remi, after the divorce we can be like before, I

    But Remington cut her off, while looking down on her with a cold gaze.

    ¡°You¡¯re wrong. I, Remington, will not be siblings with my ex¨Cwife! Lizetta, stop dreaming. We will never

    be siblings in this lifetime! It won¡¯t just gross me out, and my future wife won¡¯t ept it either After the

    divorce, we¡¯ll be strangers until death.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned ashen, her expression freezing, and she felt hollow in her heart.

    After a while, she barely managed a smile

    ¡°Okay, I understand.¡±

    Remington scoffed, ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯d better not show your face around me again?¡±

    ¡°Okay.¡±

    ¡°Get the 3 million together, and I¡¯ll let you go.¡±

    ¡°Okay.¡±

    Watching the woman coldly responding with ¡®okay after ¡®okay, Remington felt a chill in his bones.

    She didn¡¯t love him. The woman who stayed by his side out of obligation was pale, sad, and tired, and

    clearly not happy.

    She just wanted to escape.

    Holding onto her was meaningless.

    With those words, Remington, without giving Lizetta another nce, strode away.

    His figure disappeared at the hospital room door, and Lizetta copsed back onto the bed and had

    tears break through in an instant.

    She curled up, unable to stop shaking, with the taste of blood in her mouth.

    He had let her go.

    Lizetta could feel it; this time he really wouldn¡¯t hold her back or make things difficult for her again.

    It was exactly what she wanted, so why didn¡¯t she feel any relief?

    Maybe because, after all, she had lost her brother too.

    Lizetta cried for a long time. When she finally calmed down and grabbed her phone to call Ynda to

    pick her up, she saw the photo Evelina had sent.

    In the photo, Remington was wearing the same clothes he had left in that morning, in a club¡¯s private

    room, and Evelina happily nestled in his embrace.

    Lizetta¡¯s emotions drained from her eyes; at that moment, she felt an immense relief.

    She was d she hadn¡¯t fallen for the man¡¯s warmth and attempts to hold onto her, and she hoped,

    truly hoped, that this time Remington had really let go.

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    Hospital parking lot.

    The ck Cullinan hadn¡¯t even settled into the parking spot before its owner was ordered to scram

    from the hospital.

    Cedric had picked up breakfast this morning and packed it in a thermal container, but didn¡¯t manage to

    deliver it to the ward.

    The tension inside the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. Remington, sitting in the back seat, had

    his usual poker face, but Cedric could feel a crushing and destructive vibe in the air.

    He seriously felt like bursting into tears.

    He thought that after the boss cared for the missus all night, they¡¯d kiss and make up today.

    But how did things get even worse?

    All the way, Cedric was on pins and needles, not daring to utter a word.

    Cedric thought the boss being like this would affect his work, but instead, Remington didn¡¯t even go

    home to change. He headed straight to the Starlight Group.

    He immediately got into work mode, and his efficiency that morning was through the roof, more than

    ever before.

    After wrapping up the morning¡¯s work and returning to the office, Cedric reported the afternoon¡¯s

    schedule.

    ¡°Ms. Hawthorne¡¯s solo concert. Thedy of the house just called to remind you not to miss it.¡±

    Remington nodded, signaling he got the message

    Looks like he¡¯s really going.

    Cedric was utterly baffled. Could it be that the boss actually has a thing for Ms. Hawthorne?

    He left the office, and after sitting for a moment, Remington reached out and pulled open the bottom

    drawer of his desk.

    When the drawer slid open, he took out a brocade box and a diary.

    The brocade box was the one on hand when Lizetta smashed the cake against the car window.

    Opening the box, he found there was a top¨Cnotch, heirloom jade bangle from the Dashiell family.

    Remington gently caressed the bangle, and his eyes darkened.

    He suddenly clenched the bangle; his grip was so tight that his veins popped on the hand, as if he was

    about to crush it to pieces.

    After the surge of uncontrolled, violent emotions was quickly suppressed, he eventually ced the

    bangle back in the box.

    The lid of the brocade box was closed, as if it would never see its owner again, and would be forever

    sealed in dust.

    Remington tossed the box back into the drawer, and the diary that came with it fell to the floor.

    As the diary opened, the old pages revealed a familiar handwriting full of character¨Ca stream of tender

    thoughts from a young girl.

    Today is the 1196th day I¡¯ve loved Lucian.

    That prow was hied with Lucian¡¯s name

    A few teardrops blurred the handwriting, which was the silent testimony of a young girl¡¯s secret crush

    The irony was that Lizetta had learned to write by copying his handwriting

    Using a script so simr to his to write these words, she¡¯d protest if you called her heartless.

    Remington stared at the diary, his gaze heavy with shadows, then he suddenly lifted his foot and

    stomped down herd on it.

    The next day.

    Timothy came to the Starlight Group for a project meeting. After it ended, he insisted on tagging along

    with Remington back to his office for a cup of coffee.

    Absorbed in the project cooperation document, Remington ignored him.

    Cedric brought Timothy his coffee, but after one sip, Timothy scrunched his face and set it down. He

    looked at Remington behind the desk.

    ¡°What¡¯s the deal here, why does your coffee taste different? Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re messing with me on

    §â§Ú§Ô§â§à§Ó§Ö.¡±

    He stood up and walked over to Remington¡¯s desk, leaned over, and took the cup of coffee in front of

    Remington, taking a sip.

    Having not touched his own coffee, Remington paid no mind to him.

    But Timothy frowned soon after, ¡°This is just as bad. Who made this, wasting such good coffee beans.¡±

    He put down the coffee cup. ¡°No shade, Remi, but it¡¯s tough to downgrade, huh? Did you change

    assistants? The one who used to make the coffee.¡±

    Before he finished speaking, Remington mmed the project document on the desk, and the chill in

    the air soon spread.

    ¡°Noisy!¡±

    Any sane person would take the hint at this point, but Timothy was one to stir the pot; he raised an

    eyebrow. ¡°Got it, it was Litchi who used to make the coffee, right? No wonder it¡¯s not the same; she

    could give baristas a run for their money. Remi, for the sake of this coffee, you better sweet¨Ctalk her

    back.¡±

    Remington lifted his eyes, and his gaze was as cold as ice.

    ¡°I¡¯m not in a good mood today, and I¡¯m itching to do something painful; care to give it a shot?¡±

    Feeling a chill run down his spine, Timothy immediately zipped his lips and headed out.

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    Cedric came to see him off; Timothy pulled out his phone and started scrolling as he walked towards

    the elevator, still keen on gossiping.

    ¡°What¡¯s the deal with Remi and Litchi?

    Cedric gave a polite smile and shook his head; it was not that he didn¡¯t want to spill the beans, but he

    was clueless about it too.

    However, Timothy seemed to have spotted something shocking; stopping in his tracks, he eximed.

    ¡°Whoa, savage. Your boss and thedy are really going for it separately, huh?¡±

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    ¡°What¡¯s with both doing their own thing?¡±

    Cedric asked, while ncing at Timothy¡¯s phone screen, and his expression shifted slightly.

    Two trending topics were almost back¨Cto¨Cback.

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    ¡°Sir, I won¡¯t see you out, take care,¡± Cedric hastily said it to Timothy before scurrying off to the CEO¡¯s

    office.

    Before entering the office, he had already skimmed through the trending gossip.

    ¡°Boss, you and the missus made the hot search. You went to Ms. Hawthome¡¯s solo concert yesterday

    and thedy asked you to pick up a bouquet for her, right? Well, someone snapped a pic of you with

    the flowers and it¡¯s blown up online, and it¡¯s all the rage now¡±

    ¡°The missus went to Mr. Lucian Dashiell¡¯s racest night and got caught up in a misunderstanding.

    Some pics that look kinda cozy ended up on the trending list too.¡±

    As Cedric spoke, he handed over his phone, and felt a sense of unease gnawing at him.

    Those photos of Lizetta and Lucian did look quite intimate.

    Theizens are clueless about their rtionship, so they munched on those sugar¨Ccoated rumors,

    and now Boss Rem being cuckolded was on the trending list.

    He wondered if Remington will blow his top after seeing this.

    However, Remington seemed utterly indifferent to the online scandals, simply stating, ¡°Isn¡¯t it time for

    the video conference? Get ready.¡±

    Cedric, taken aback, pocketed his phone again, ¡°What about the trending stuff?¡±

    ¡°Get mine pulled down,¡± Remington instructed.

    Cedric nodded, ¡°Got it, so obviously the missus¡® will be,¡±

    He subconsciously thought that the gossip about Lucian and Lizetta would be taken down as well.

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    But Remington spoke up again with a chilly tone, ¡°Leave the rest, and don¡¯t report her matters to me

    anymore.¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡± Cedric waspletely bbergasted.

    Remington nced up, clearly dissatisfied with his reaction time.

    ¡°Didn¡¯t catch that?¡±

    Cedric shook his head quickly, ¡°Got it.¡±

    But as Cedric left the office, he looked back in disbelief.

    Behind the desk, Remington was asposed as ever.

    Yet the boss was now turning ¨¢ blind eye to the missus affairs.

    Now there¡¯s a real problem brewing!

    In the dance studio, Lizetta sat down for a break, dripping with sweat.

    Ynda was next to her, stretching and browsing the hot searches.

    ¡°Liz, you must be trending material, getting on one list after another. But hey,izens think you and

    Lucian are a match made in heaven! A wild rogue racer X ice¨Ccool gorgeous campus belle. Wow,

    netizens these days are on fire; they even dug up your college beauty queen days and the dance video

    when you won the Lotus Cup.¡±

    Last night, Lizetta and Ynda went to watch Lucian¡¯s car race..

    Just as she had a few extra words with Lucian, she was snapped in so¨Ccalled intimate photos and

    stered online.

    With Lucian being hot stuff since he came back, Lizetta got dragged into the trend.

    She didn¡¯t really care though, thinking that she was just a regr person, and the hype would die down

    soon, but Ynda was gobbling up the drama.

    ¡°Lucky we went to the race yesterday, or we¡¯d just be watching Evelina the bitch and Badass

    Remington trending today; talk about frustrating. Now we each have our own trend, fair and square,

    isn¡¯t that great? But I bet Evelina and Badass Remington¡¯s trending was staged by her, she always

    yed games. As long as she kept stirring the pot, it¡¯ll burn eventually!¡±

    Lizetta had seen the trending topics about Remington and Evelina too.

    In the photos, the man was holding a huge bouquet, probably having personally delivered it on stage to

    Evelina.

    During the two years of marriage, she certainly hadn¡¯t received any flowers from Remington.

    The photos also captured Evelina¡¯s parents sitting with Hanna, and theizens were buzzing about an

    Impending wedding.

    They talked about how perfect childhood sweethearts were and how well the parents got along; some

    netizens had already listed auspicious dates for the year, urging them to tie the knot.

    ¡°Ha, Badass Remington is in such a rush; he barely inked the divorce papers and was already nning

    a wedding with the bitch! What a jerk, cheating so hard he might just split his seams!¡±

    Lizetta was lost for words.

    ¡°Wait, myment won¡¯t post. Huh, looks like the trend got pulled?¡±

    Ynda refreshed the page a couple more times. Not only was the hot search gone, but the whole

    topic had been scrubbed clean; every rted article, post, andment was shown as 404.

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    Oh, this is epic.

    ¡°Badass Remington¡¯s handiwork? Ynda asked

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Seems like it.¡±

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    Only Remington could clean up this mess so thoroughly

    Ynda clicked her tongue, ¡°What¡¯s with Badass Remington? Is Miss Goody Two¨CShoes about to blow

    a gasket? This pair of lovebirds sure has a werd vibe. They havent ted the knot yet they¡¯re already out

    of sync?¡±

    Lizetta just gave a faint smile, she wasnt surprised

    ¡°Remington¡¯s always been low¨Ckey Just cause he pulls the hot search doesn¡¯t mean he¡¯s got beef with

    Evelina. We¡¯re not officially divorced yet. Maybe he doesn¡¯t want Evelina to be thrust into the spotlight

    too soon and took k as the other woman Could be he s protecting Evelina¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s analysis was on point, no tears, no heartache

    Ynda didn¡¯t know whether to feel happy for her or sorry

    It just hit her right in the feels

    She waved it off, ¡°Enough about the jerk and his mistress. I¡¯m gonna go ship you and Lucian to cleanse

    my pte. Badass Remington wouldn¡¯t pull your hot search too, would he??

    Seeing that the hot search on Lizetta and Lucian was still going strong, even climbing the ranks,

    Ynda

    said.

    ¡°This hot search is like hinting Badass Remington is a cuckold, shielding our side!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze drifted, with a moment of tranquility in her eyes

    Since Remington had removed his and Evelina¡¯s hot search, he surely knew about her and Lucian¡¯s

    buzz.

    The fact that he ignored it clearly showed he had let go, not seeing her as Mrs. Dashiell anymore.

    Which was just fine.

    ¡°Liz? you hear me?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s voice snapped Lizetta out of her reverie.

    ¡°Huh?

    ¡°I said haters gonna hate. Look at this, they¡¯re mocking you, saying you¡¯re not even in Lucian¡¯s league.¡±

    Seeing Ynda¡¯s face flush with irritation, Lizetta chuckled and ruffled her hair.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be silly, Lucian and I aren¡¯t an item. This whole ¡®not worthy thing is nonsense. Why bother with

    them?¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the point! I can¡¯t stand anyone talking smack about you! And there¡¯s this one person

    posing as a dance connoisseur, who mentioned world¨Css dance master Dories arriving in Zion City

    this afternoon and called her the elusive gem of our country¡¯s dance scene.

    Ynda excitedly pulled Lizetta, ¡°You¡¯re meeting Master Dories at the airport this afternoon, right?

    Conta on, let¡¯s pear up to p those haters in the facer

    Master Dories wasing to the country with her legendary ballet troupe for a world tour hot in Zion C

    but at the Sea City Art Center.

    She would only be in Zion City for half a day to meet a few local dancers.

    It was a tight schedule, but Dories agreed to meet Lizetta during her downtime.

    Lizetta had arranged with Dories¡¯s assistant Anna to pick her up from the airport and apany her

    back to the hotel.

    After picking up the flowers she had ordered, Lizetta was almost at the airport when Lucian¡¯s call came

    through.

    ¡°Litchi, I just got out of a three¨Chour sim training and caught wind of the hot search. Already had my

    assistant handle it. You good?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m fine. But Lucian, since when did you as an athlete start living like a celebrity?¡±

    The fact that watching a car race with him had made it to the hot search was unexpected for Lizetta.

    ¡°Can¡¯t help it, my good looks always overshadow my talent, such a hassle.¡±

    Lizettaughed, ¡°Your talent is clearly overshadowed by your thick skin! Don¡¯t worry about the hot

    search for me; it doesn¡¯t matter whether it stays up or not.¡±

    After all, pulling from the hot search costs money, and Lizetta didn¡¯t want Lucian to go out of his way or

    spend extra because of her.

    But Lucian sensed something off, ¡°Litchi, you and Remi aren¡¯t seriously getting a divorce, are you?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t hide it from him, ¡°Yeah, but keep it under wraps for us. I gotta go, busy here.¡±

    Meeting Master Dories went smoothly. She wasn¡¯t the ice queen Lizetta had expected, but rather

    down¨Cto¨Cearth and even a bit naive and romantic.

    On the way back to the hotel, Lizetta yed the tour guide, sharing a lot about Zion City and Sea City¡¯s

    attractions and local culture.

    Master Dories enjoyed their conversation a lot and insisted on having Lizetta by her side at the hotel.

    What Lizetta didn¡¯t expect was to run into Remington and Evelina at the hotel, right outside the room

    Master Dories had booked.

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    Evelina never thought she¡¯d bump into Lizetta here of all ces. The sight of Lizetta looking all cozy

    with Master Dories sent a sh of jealousy racing through her eyes.

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    Lizetta¡¯s gaze only paused for a second on Evelina and Remington before she coolly looked away.

    As for Remington, he didn¡¯t even nce at Lizetta once, treating her like she was a total stranger.

    ¡°Remington, why is my sister here too?¡± Evelina asked him, looking puzzled and under her breath.

    With one hand in his pocket, Remington replied with icy indifference, ¡°No idea.¡±

    Seeing that neither Lizetta nor Remington had any intention of greeting each other, and both acting

    colder than a couple of strangers, Evelina figured out that Lizetta¡¯s presence wasn¡¯t orchestrated by

    Remington.

    Evelina rxed, with a radiant smile ying on her lips, and gave Lizetta a defiant look.

    ¡°Master Dories, that gentleman over there is Mr. Dashiell and his friend.¡±

    The blonde man by Remington¡¯s side stepped forward to whisper something to Master Dories, who

    then nodded towards Remington.

    The man then approached and greeted Master Dories.

    Listening to their smooth conversation, Lizetta, who was eavesdropping, found out that Master Dories¡®

    husband was Remington¡¯s business partner,

    It was through this connection that Remington had introduced Evelina to Master Dories.

    Evelina was aiming to join Master Dories¡® touring apaniment team as a violinist.

    Master Dories¡® domestic tour might not have the sizzle of a top celeb¡¯s, but it was indeed a big deal in

    the dance world.

    If she could get into the apaniment team, it would be a stamp of approval for Evelina¡¯s skills and

    would seriously level up her cool factor.

    That was the deal Remington and Evelina had agreed upon before.

    Evelina would keep the baby, and Remington would pave the way for her to ess resources.

    ¡°Evelina, Master Dories has agreed to listen to you y the violinter. Come over and thank her in

    person,¡± Remington said, turning to Evelina.

    As Evelina didn¡¯t speak a word of Iridian, she,hadn¡¯t understood a thing when Remington and Dories

    spoke earlier.

    Hearing this, she hurried over and offered her thanks in English.

    But Dorles¡® reaction was lukewarm at best, with just a slight nod.

    Master Dories then turned back to Remington, saying, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, your Iridian is so good, and I never

    expected to find so many Iridian speakers in Zion City. Like Ms. Gardenia, her Iridian is spot on too,

    which made me feel right at home the moment I got off the ne!¡±

    Dories then pulled Lizetta closer and, with her curiosity piqued, she asked, ¡°But do you two know each

    other? Your ents are so simr!¡±

    Lizetta nced at Remington, with her eyes flickering slightly.

    She and Remington had learned Iridian from the same teacher, so of course they sounded like.

    Back in the day, it was the Dashiell family who had hired anguage tutor for Pemington Lizetta, just a

    kid of eight or nine back then, was super clingy with Remington. Whenever he was home, she¡¯d stick to

    him like glue.

    That¡¯s why Lizetta could speak all four foreignnguages that Remington knew

    Remington¡¯s cool gaze finally brushed over Lizetta for the first time

    His look was neutral, merely polite, and he quickly shifted back to Dories as he said, ¡°We don¡¯t know

    each other. So, is Ms. Gardenia the interpreter?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want Remington to know about her studies abroad, so before Dones could say anything

    she nodded and said, ¡°Yes, I¡¯m the interpreter. But with Mr. Dashiell¡¯s Iridian being so good, it looks like

    there¡¯s no need for me here.¡±

    Dories did have an interpreter in tow, but they were dyed and would arrive on ater flight.

    Lizetta happened to speak Iridian, which was a pleasant surprise for Dories. On their way to the hotel,

    she had temporarily enlisted Lizetta as her interpreter.

    Evelina, standing off to the side, waspletely lost as to what the three of them were talking about.

    She felt utterly superfluous, and was crushed by a sense of humiliation as Lizettapletely

    overshadowed her.

    With her head down and fists clenched, she brimmed with resentment.

    Soon after, Lizetta apanied Dories into a room, and once the door closed, Evelina asked.

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    ¡°Remi, my sis and Master Dories seem pretty chummy, and she¡¯s like super skilled. Not like me, I¡¯m all

    thumbs when ites to talking andworking, always relying on you, Remi,¡±

    Not even ncing at her, Remington just kept walking and casually said, ¡°She¡¯s definitely on the ball.¡±

    Being on the ball enough to chase after that 3 million and even to hustle with interpreting gigs.

    Remington thought with a hint of sarcasm.

    Evelina was taken aback, was that her takeaway?

    ¡°So, what¡¯s Liz doing here?¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s tagging along as an interpreter,¡± Remington replied nonchntly.

    Evelina frowned, a trantor?

    Lizetta showed her the divorce agreement before; she needed to scrape together 3 million for a

    divorce, so Evelina would agree to give back that dance role to Lizetta.

    Lizetta should be running around trying to drum up the cash, but interpreting pays peanuts.

    Evelina had a hunch there was more to it, so she sent April to do some digging as soon as they hit the

    lounge.

    April got the lowdown fast, and Evelina stood up from her chair, ¡°Remi, I¡¯m kinda wired, gonna step out

    for some air.¡±

    Remington was glued to his emails by the window and didn¡¯t even look up when she spoke.

    Evelina left the lounge and took April to the end of the corridor, where April whispered a few words.

    Evelina¡¯s face fell, ¡°What! She¡¯s gunning for an interview to be Master Dories¡® student? No way that can

    fly!¡±

    That¡¯s totally off¨Climits!

    April frowned, ¡°Evelina, if she nails the interview, she¡¯ll go abroad, and that would be a good thing,

    right? Once she¡¯s gone, Mr. Dashiell is all yours.¡±

    But Evelina clenched her fists, ¡°You don¡¯t get it!¡±

    Sure, if Lizetta skipped the country, that would be great.

    But not as Master Dories¡® prot¨¦g¨¦, as that would catapult Lizetta to a whole new level, giving her the

    expressne to career sess.

    ra¡¯s a dance legend, and once Lizetta hits the international stage, she¡¯ll shine like the diamond she

    always was.

    Once that hidden gem gets its day in the sun, it¡¯ll totally eclipse Evelina¡¯s own light.

    Remington would think even less of her, and ra and Kevin would kick themselves for ditching such

    ster adopted daughter.

    They¡¯d all regret it.

    Evelina wouldn¡¯t let that happen, not on her watch!

    With her eyes sparking with malice, she lowered her voice, ¡°You go¡­.

    Lizetta and Dories had achat, she stepped out of the room.Dores

    Lizetta had booked a room by the hour at the hotel; she returned to her room after leaving Dories.

    She changed into her dance clothes and stretched a couple of sets; then she stepped out, and

    unscrewed the thermos on the table for a sip of water.

    With time to kill, Lizetta sat cross¨Clegged on the sofa, closed her eyes, and zoned out.

    It was her pre¨Cshow ritual for years, but for some reason, her head started to feel foggy, and her

    eyelids felt heavy.

    Lizetta slumped over on the sofa, out cold.

    A whileter, her phone on the table kept buzzing, but Lizetta was blissfully unaware.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on? She¡¯s not picking up.¡±

    Dories¡® assistant Anna had called Lizetta three times; looking helplessly at Dories, she said.

    Dories hated people who didn¡¯t follow rules or respect the clock, and she¡¯d already made an exception

    waiting an extra five minutes for Lizett

    ¡°She wouldn¡¯t just ghost us on purpose.¡±

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    Nearby, Evelina was frantically trying to smooth things over with Anna in English.

    *Looks like Master Dories is getting antsy. I¡¯ll go look for my sister, can you maybe sweet¨Ctalk him for

    us?¡±

    Evelina spun on her heel, grilled a waiter, and soon she was back, looking troubled.

    ¡°The waiter said he saw someone who might¡¯ve been my sister rush out half an hour ago, she must¡¯ve

    bolted for something super important.¡±

    Just then, Remington strolled up with Cedric.

    Seeing Dories¡® sour face and no sign of Lizetta, he turned to Anna and asked, ¡°What¡¯s the deal?¡±

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    Evelina got the ball rolling with her response.

    ¡°Remington, Liz took off all of a sudden,¡±

    Remington figured that Lizetta bailed because she didn¡¯t want to see him, and that¡¯s why she just

    ditched the interpreting gig and left.

    The guy¡¯s face went ice¨Ccold as he snapped at Dories, ¡°Need an interpreter? I can step in for now!

    Dories gave Remington a grin, ¡°Thanks for the offer, Mr. Dashiell, but we¡¯re good. Let¡¯s have Ms.

    Hawthornee in and give us a taste of her music.¡±

    She still had a bit of a frown between her brows she had high hopes for Lizetta.

    She¡¯d reyed Lizetta¡¯s dance videos over and over.

    She found Lizetta super talented, as her dancing had soul and a unique ir ¨C a real diamond in the

    rough.

    After meeting her, she was stricken by Lizetta¡¯s way with people, her poise, and chill attitude with the

    Oriental charm, which made herpany quite enjoyable.

    But Dories didn¡¯t see this letdowning

    She turned on her heel into the room, while Anna shrugged apologetically at Remington and gestured

    for Evelina to follow.

    ¡°Dories is off to a meet¨Cup soon, you¡¯ve got just ten minutes¡±

    Evelina nodded, bent down to pick up her violin case, and nced over at Remington.

    She was hoping for his nod of approval and some cheer¨Cleading, it would be even better if he could

    join her.

    That Dories, just a dancer, yet was so snooty ¨C with Remington there, maybe she¡¯d y nice for the

    guy¡¯s

    sake.

    But the man¡¯s gaze was deep¨Cset in space, and he didn¡¯t even nce her way.

    Evelina bit her lip and walked in with her head down.

    Once the door shut, Cedric carefully broke the ice.

    ¡°Boss, want me to check on the missus? She¡¯s not one to bail without a good reason or shirk her

    duties. If something came up, she¡¯d definitely exin.¡±

    Lizetta had been a clerk in the boss¡¯s office for over a year, under Cedric¡¯s wing

    Even as a junior clerk, she was diligent, never missed a beat; she was a serious and reliable gal.

    Remington, with his hand in pocket, swung around to eye Cedric.

    ¡°You know her that well?¡±

    Feeling a chill up his spine, Cedric chuckled awkwardly.

    ¡°Of course, I don¡¯t know her like you do, boss. Just asking

    ¨C

    Remington¡¯s voice went frosty, ¡°I¡¯ve said it before ¨C no need to bring up her stuff to me. Need me to

    repeat myself?¡±

    Cedric¡¯s scalp tingled, ¡°Sorry.¡±

    Remington was already striding away, and Cedric, wiping his sweaty brow, hurried after him.

    07:31

    Dories gave Evelina ten minutes, but she was in and out in a mere five.

    She looked less than peachy when she emerged, and April was there waiting, anxious, taking the violin

    case off her hands.

    ¡°How¡¯d it go? Did Dories bite?¡±

    Evelina shook her head, fuming, ¡°She t¨Cout told me I didn¡¯t meet her standards. I didn¡¯t even get

    through one piece before she cut me off and showed me the door!¡±

    Evelina was livid, ¡°She¡¯s just a dancer! If she thinks she¡¯s so great and the audience is there just for

    her, for the dance, then why the fuss over the apaniment? A bit off doesn¡¯t make a difference!

    She¡¯s just a menopausal old hag being picky on purpose.¡±

    April, in a panic someone might overhear, especially since they were right outside Dories¡® door,

    mped her hand over Evelina¡¯s mouth.

    ¡°Chill, girl, let¡¯s take this back to the room.¡±

    Back in the room, Evelina kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the couch, all worked up.

    She figured that with Remington¡¯s clout, Dories would¡¯ve cut her some ck.

    She thought it was all just a formality today.

    Thinking about how Dories had favored Lizetta before, and then recalling the tortured look on Dories¡®

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    She had barely taken a drag when April snatched the cigarette away, snuffed it out, and waved her

    hand dismissively.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell cares so much about the bun in the oven, and smoking ain¡¯t exactly vor of the month.

    How about youy off it for a bit?¡±

    Looking visibly irritated, Evelina pped her belly with a thud.

    ¡°Ugh, so annoying!¡±

    Chill out, even if you¡¯re out of luck, it¡¯s not like Lizetta snagged the chance either, so it¡¯s not a total

    bust.¡±

    April tried to console her, and Evelina¡¯s face finally softened.

    Yeah, Lizetta will wake up and find out she¡¯s missed the boat. Wonder if she¡¯ll be beside herself with

    tears.

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    Just then, the doorbell rang.

    ¡°Is that Mr. Dashielling to see you?¡±

    Lit up with excitement, Evelina jumped off the couch and made a beeline for the door. Then, thinking of

    she¡¯d just smoked, she paused and said,

    ¡°April, keep him busy for a sec, and I¡¯ll be right there.¡±

    She dashed to the bathroom, sprayed on some perfume, touched up her lipstick, unbuttoned the top

    two buttons of her blouse, and then sprinted to the foyer.

    But when she saw the man entering, the smile on her face froze slightly.

    ¡°Why is it you?¡±

    ¡°Who else would it be? Eve, I just did you a solid; how are you gonna thank me?¡±

    The neer stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Evelina¡¯s waist, and yfully tugged at her

    slightly open cor.

    ¡°What¡¯s this? All fired up because you knew I wasing?¡±

    Evelina humored him while signaling April with her eyes to stand guard at the door.

    When Lizetta woke up, it was already dark outside.

    Her head was still foggy as she lifted herself from the couch, clueless about where she was.

    Her phone on the table was buzzing. Lizetta picked it up without thinking.

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯ve got the celebration all set up for you, where are you? Haven¡¯t youe back yet? Or did you

    find a new mentor and can¡¯t bear to leave??

    Ynda¡¯s cheerful voice came through, which jolted Lizetta back to reality; she sprang to her feet.

    ¡°Yoll, I can¡¯t talk now; I¡¯ll catch up with youter.¡±

    Lizetta hung up the phone in a hurry and nced at the time.

    She had been out cold for nearly six hours. Lizetta smacked her forehead, rushed out of the room, and

    started pounding on Dories¡® door in a panic.

    Naturally, there was no response from inside, and just then, a cleaner happened toe by with a

    cleaning cart. Lizetta asked, and the cleaner said,

    ¡°The foreigners from this room? They checked out and left with their group an hour ago.¡±

    Lizetta felt her breath catch, seeing several missed calls from Anna on her phone.

    She dashed to the elevator and dialed Anna, but no one answered.

    It wasn¡¯t until she was almost on the ground floor that Anna picked up on Lizetta¡¯s fourth attempt.

    ¡°Anna, I¡¯m so sorry, this afternoon.¡±

    She was cut off by Anna, who spoke coldly.

    ¡°She despises tardiness and those not serious about dance. Your attitude has disappointed her. We¡¯re

    boarding soon, and don¡¯t call again.¡±

    Anna hung up, but Lizetta didn¡¯t give up and kept calling as she ran out of the hotel.

    However, Anna had clearly blocked Lizetta.

    Standing outside the hotel, a draft swept through as Lizetta crouched down in disarray.

    In a ck Cullinan nearby, Cedric wanted to remind Remington, but remembering his orders not to

    bring up his wife¡¯s issues again, Cedric kept silent.

    But it was clear that the missus was in trouble.

    How could she run out of the hotel in just a thin dance outfit and barefoot.

    Cedric couldn¡¯t bear it, and he nced at the rearview mirror, only to see Remington¡¯s stem profile also

    looking out the window.

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    Remington totally spotted Lizetta, and it was obvious that something had gone down with her.

    She was in this flimsy dance getup, barefoot, and just dashed out clutching her phone, looking super

    pale

    There she was, squatting and hugging her knees, all lost and forlom like a lonely goose stranded in the

    wilderness.

    Thinking of what Anna had said about her leaving outta the blue, and seeing her current hot mess, it

    wasn¡¯t rocket science for them to figure out what had happened

    Could it be that she wasn¡¯t here for the interpreting gig?

    ¡°Boss, should I go check out what¡¯s up with thedy?¡±

    Cedric piped up cautiously, seeing Remington hadn¡¯t budged an inch.

    Remington, gripping the doorknob, had this intense frown and stayed mum.

    Just as Cedric thought Remington was about to lose it and bolt out of the car, a sleek ck Maybach

    pulled up in front of Lizetta.

    A tall dude hopped out from the driver¡¯s seat and made a beeline for Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz? What¡¯s got you squatting here all by yourself?¡±

    Lizetta looked up andid eyes on Hogan.

    ¡°Hogan?¡±

    Hogan didn¡¯t grill her. He shrugged off his overcoat, draped it over Lizetta, and helped her to her feet.

    Wrapped up in the coat, Lizetta felt hope flicker in her again.

    ¡°I totally bombed Miss Dories¡® interview; can you drop me off at the airport?¡±

    Hogan nodded without hesitation, ¡°Get in.¡±

    As soon as they hopped in the car, it peeled off and sped away.

    *Drive,¡± Remington said coolly, while pulling his gaze back; themand was as icy as before.

    Cedric, a bit anxious, blurted, ¡°Should I chase them down, force that car to stop, and snatch thedy

    back?¡±

    Remington chuckled, while giving Cedric a look, ¡°You think it¡¯s some kind of thrill?¡±

    Cedric was speechless.

    ¡°Drive!¡± Remington ordered again, and his tone barely changed.

    As Cedric drove off, while feeling something not sitting right with him.

    ?? ? ? ? ? ?? ?? ?

    The boss has been way too chill about the missus¡® matterstely.

    The calmer he is, the more it feels like there¡¯s this eerie calm before the storm. It¡¯s like there¡¯s a major

    blowout brewing deep down, and you just know something big¡¯s gonna go down.

    Meanwhile, in the car.

    ¡°Don¡¯t panic just yet. Maybe Dories and her crew are still at the airport; you might make it in time,¡±

    Hogan consoled Lizetta.

    He was the one who hooked her up with this shot, so he knew full well how much she valued it.

    ¡°What exactly happened?¡±

    ¡°I think someone snuck into my room and messed with the water in my thermos. After drinking it, I was

    out cold. When I woke up, I already missed everything!¡±

    Lizetta was sure she hadn¡¯t dozed off from exhaustion.

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    Her head still felt groggy.

    ¡°Got any idea who it might be?¡± Coldness flickered in Hogan¡¯s eyes.

    Lizetta¡¯s expression turned icy, ¡°I only drink from my own water bottle before hitting the stage. Whoever

    drugged my thermos knew that too well. I think I know who she is. It¡¯s my bad for letting my guard down

    She should¡¯ve been on high alert the moment she saw Evelina, but she never imagined Evelina would

    dare to have someone sneak into her room and tamper with her stuff. It was a bold move that caught

    Lizetta off guard.

    Hogan was worried, ¡°You feeling off anywhere else? Opportunities are precious, but if it¡¯s missed, it¡¯s

    not the end of the world. There will be others. Let¡¯s hit the hospital first!¡±

    He was about to change course, but Lizetta shook her head urgently, ¡°No other symptoms. To the

    airport! Maybe I can still catch Miss Dories. Even if she cancels my interview, I gotta clear things up.¡±

    A hospital visit wouldn¡¯t help now.

    Seeing her determination, Hogan sighed and gunned the engine.

    Lizetta p

    popped open the car fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and started chugging it down.

    As she stared out the window, her tears streamed uncontrobly and her whole body was trembling

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    She really needed to chug more water to flush out her system, she¡¯s worried that the meds might mess

    with

    her little bun in the oven.

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    Sorry, little one, Mama didn¡¯t keep you safe enough.

    ¡°Stop drinking, that water¡¯s too cold!¡±

    Hogan noticed that she was off her game, guzzling one bottle and going for another, so he leaned over

    and snagged it from her.

    Lizetta was drinking so fast that she started choking and coughing.

    ¡°Cough cough, I¡¯m feeling all wobbly, must be the drugs haven¡¯t worn off yet. Gotta speed up the detox.

    I mean, catching up with Dories is a long shot, but I¡¯m gotta be prepped for that interview, right?¡±

    She didn¡¯t want to spill the beans about her pregnancy to Hogan, so that was her excuse.

    Feeling himself at his wit¡¯s end, Hogan pulled over and hauled a box of room¨Ctemp water from the

    trunk, cing it by Lizetta¡¯s feet.

    But by the time Lizetta made it to the airport, Dories¡® flight had already taken off.

    ¡°Come on, let¡¯s head back. Shoot Anna an email, and exin a few more times, maybe there¡¯s still a

    chance.¡±

    Hogan was trying to cheer Lizetta up

    As they turned to leave, Lizetta looked up, and was shocked to see Dories and Anna strolling out from

    a VIP lounge.

    Lizetta was over the moon, ¡°Professor Dories, you haven¡¯t left! That¡¯s just awesome.¡±

    She dashed toward them but was stopped a few steps away by the bodyguard.

    Dories was giving off a frosty vibe; clearly peeved, she didn¡¯t stop to hear Lizetta out.

    Lizetta stepped back, gave a deep bow, and called out loudly.

    *Professor Dories, my bad, I¡¯m genuinely passionate about dancing and I sincerely aspire to learn from

    you. I¡¯m so sorry for holding you up and for being the cause of any negative vibes on your trip.¡±

    She was earnest, not just spewing excuses.

    Dories gave her a once¨Cover, turned on her heel, and stepped closer.

    ¡°Not gonna exin yourself?¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ve got one minute,¡± Dories said, arching an eyebrow.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart raced as she blurted out the whole story.

    Dories, seeing her barefoot and pale, didn¡¯t doubt her words.

    ¡°I¡¯ll give you five minutes. Are you ready?¡±

    Lizetta was stunned again until Anna nudged her, and she nodded like she¡¯d just won the lottery.

    ¡°I¡¯m ready, I¡¯ve got this!¡±

    Dorles nodded, after signaling her entourage to wait outside, she doubled back to the VIP lounge.

    Hogan quickly stepped up and took the jacket off Lizetta, his eyes twinkling with a smile.

    ¡°Knock ¡®em dead.¡±

    Lizetta took a deep breath and followed Dories in.

    Hogan paced nervously outside; Dories had said five minutes, but neither of them emerged after nearly

    twenty had passed.

    But that probably meant good news.

    By the time Hogan lost count of his watch checks, the door opened, and out came Lizetta, with sweat

    dotting her forehead and her hair getting damp, but her eyes were shining like the star itself.

    She met Hogan¡¯s gaze and her lips curled into a smile.

    ¡°Hogan, thanks a bunch, I nailed it.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s smile widened, ¡°I knew it, congrats, Liz, may you sparkle like a star on the world¡¯s stage.¡±

    They left, and then Anna walked in.

    ¡°Dories.

    you said yes to Lizetta? Was it because of Mr. Dashiell?¡±

    Dories slipped on her coat, ¡°No, she¡¯s meant to be seen by the world. She earned it; it was her dance

    that convinced me.¡±

    Anna raised an eyebrow.

    ¡°Seems like you¡¯re really into Lizetta, congrats. But we gotta board now; Mr. Dashiell¡¯s private jet is

    waiting.¡±

    Dories nodded and headed out with Anna.

    Anna chuckled, ¡°That Mr. Dashiell¡¯s a strange one, who shelled out big bucks for Lizetta, yet doesn¡¯t

    want us

    to mention it to her.¡±

    Dories shrugged and shook her head with augh, ¡°L

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    On the way back, Lizetta was much more chilled out.

    She didn¡¯t just nail the Dories interview, but also spilled the beans about being preggers and that she

    couldn¡¯t bust a move again until after the little one pops out next year.

    Whether or not Dories would y ball was her call, but Lizetta couldn¡¯t live with herself if she kept it

    under

    wraps.

    She also gave Dories a heads up that even if she got the thumbs down, she¡¯d still hit the road to

    Veridia and apply again next year.

    To Lizetta¡¯s amazement, after mulling it over, Dories decided to roll the dice and give her a shot.

    Dories shared that back in her youth, she had a bun in the oven too, but for the love of dance, she

    made the tough call to let it go; it was something she regrets now.

    As the years stacked up, she shifted her perspective. She¡¯s not buying the idea anymore that being a

    top¨Cnotch dancer means having to ditch the mommy gig to keep your shape and game strong.

    She¡¯s convinced that a woman¡¯s life experiences can make a dancer shine in a way that¡¯s off the

    charts, and she believed that you¡¯ve got to get life to get dance.

    Lizetta asked Dories to zip her lips about the baby news, and Dories pinky swore.

    Hogan dropped Lizetta back at the hotel, and on the way back, Lizetta called the cops.

    By the time they rocked up, the police were already there, who did the basic paperwork, and scooped

    up the hotel room¡¯s thermos and other stuff for their probe.

    After the cops bounced, Hogan was all kinds of serious.

    ¡°The CCTV¡¯s busted, and the cup¡¯s probably been wiped clean of any clues; Liz, don¡¯t get your hopes

    too

    high.¡±

    Hogan figured the cops wouldn¡¯t get anywhere fast, seeing as the other side seemed to have all their

    bases covered.

    The time Lizetta was hustling to the airport was plenty for the perp to cover their tracks.

    Lizetta had the same hunch, and not wanting to stress the baby, she downed a ton of water, which

    meant the blood samples would likelye back clean as a whistle.

    And since she was all in one piece and had just knocked out for a bit, she reckoned the cops wouldn¡¯t

    lose any sleep over it.

    But how could¨CLizetta let this slide?

    ¡°Liz, how you holding up? Was it that bitch Evelina¡¯s doing?¡±

    Just then, Ynda came rushing in, all worked up. After hearing the lowdown from Lizetta, she was so

    ticked off that she kicked a chair over.

    ¡°What are the cops even doing, a massive hotel and just like that the cameras are out? It smells fishy

    as hell!

    ¡°Evelina must¡¯ve set the whole thing up before making a move,¡± Lizetta said with a chuckle.

    ¡°So what now, we just let it go?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, and looked at Hogan, ¡°Hogan, can I borrow a few of your guys?

    07:12

    Hogan cracked a pleased smile, ¡°Of course, I was worried you¡¯d be too stubborn to ask for help. Just a

    few guys, huh?¡±

    An hourter.

    At Rose Club, there was a swanky wine tasting shindig going on.

    In the club¡¯s biggest private room, under the dazzling lights and luxe vibe, a gorgeous pianist in a long

    dress was slowly ying the cello.

    ¡°Tonight¡¯s wine tasting is also to celebrate Evelina¡¯s first solo show sess,¡± announced Shirley

    Dashiell, with her ss in hand, prompting a wave of congrats.

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    Evelina stood up with her ss too, but hers was filled with juice.

    ¡°The real challenge isn¡¯t finding a fine wine, but thepany to share it with. I can¡¯t drink for health

    reasons, but I¡¯m in high spirits just like everyone else tonight.¡±

    Though she was addressing everyone, her eyes were all soft and gooey on the tall figure not far away.

    Following her gaze, everyone turned to look at Remington in his slick ck suit, looking all noble and

    composed, sipping and chatting with Timothy and Cassius.

    This whole scene was Cassius¡® doing. Remington hadn¡¯t nned on showing up, but Cassius parked

    himself in his office and wouldn¡¯t budge.

    Remington only realized Evelina was there after he arrived, and feeling all eyes on him, he shot Evelina

    a frosty, warning re.

    Evelina¡¯s smile froze on her face, but just as she sat down, someone ventured a guess.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s been off the booze for a while, could it be?¡±

    The implication hung in the air, and everyone¡¯s eyes started drifting down towards Evelina¡¯s belly.

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    Shirley was just about to drop some hints, but before she could even start, the private room¡¯s door got

    mmed open.

    A bunch of dudes in ck clothes storm in, knocking over the waiter who blocked the entrance and

    causing quite themotion.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes popped out, and there¡¯s Lizetta, rocking a dark green flowy blouse and some killer

    wide¨Clegged pants, her hair casually tied up with an ebony clip, and draped in a coffee¨Ccolored trench

    coat; she looked all kinds of cool with two rows of bodyguards clearing the way.

    And right behind Lizetta is Ynda.

    She¡¯s all decked out in a ck tracksuit, rocking a high ponytail like a college kid, but then she¡¯s gotta

    be extra with these big ol¡® sunsses and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, just looking for trouble.

    When these two barged in with their entourage, everybody in the room was gobsmacked.

    By the time they snapped out of it, Lizetta was already at the drinks table.

    *Lizetta! Who said you coulde here? What do you think you¡¯re¨Cah! Let go!¡±

    Shirley stood up, but before she could finish her piece, Ynda grabbed her arm, yanked her away,

    and flung her across the room.

    Shirleynded with a shriek; it did not really hurt but her pride was in tatters, and her face turned

    greener than a sea of clovers.

    ¡°Tomboy!¡± Shirley hurled an insult at Ynda.

    ¡°Blind as a bat!¡± Ynda shot back without missing a beat.

    ¡°Liz, what¡¯s all this about?¡±

    Evelina piped up, standing up, but Lizetta¡¯s not having any of it.

    Without a word, she delivered two resounding ps.

    ¡°Ah! Are you out of your mind, Remington! Help, ah!¡±

    Evelina got a taste of Lizetta¡¯s palm; her ears were ringing as her cheeks puffed up like hot buns.

    She screamed in panic, while reaching out to w Lizetta¡¯s face, but Ynda¡¯s not about to let her get

    her ws out. This girl didn¡¯t mess around with hair¨Cpulling or clothes¨Cripping

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    She stepped in, pinned Evelina¡¯s hands, and mmed her down on the drinks table.

    Clink nk, sses and bottles hit the floor; Evelina¡¯s face was squashed, and her screams pierced

    the air.

    ¡°Holy smokes! Remi, aren¡¯t you gonna step in?¡±

    Cassius snapped out of his daze, looking towards Remington.

    Remington, being stone¨Ccold, stood silent and watched the scene unfold with his deep eyes.

    Timothy looked over too. It¡¯s Remington¡¯s girl causing havoc and the one getting pped is under

    Remington¡¯s wing.

    If Remington doesn¡¯t weigh in, they sure don¡¯t feel like it¡¯s their ce to step in.

    Du Remington? He just swirled his wine ss and sipped it like it¡¯s none of his business.

    Hemt? You¡¯re just donne watch?

    Timothy also took a swig of his drink.

    Remington swirled his ss again, ¡°Ladies¡® catfight, why should guys get involved?¡±

    Timothy chuckled. He¡¯d buy that for a dor.

    When women scrap, men stay out that¡¯s if your girl¡¯s not getting the short end of the stick.

    Any guy whosedy is getting the short end would be jumping out of his seat.

    Timothy knew what¡¯s up, but Cassius was getting heated.

    *Remi, this is my turf. If you¡¯re not gonna do something about Lizetta wrecking my ce, don¡¯t me

    me for getting tough.¡±

    Cassius started to step in, but Timothy held him back, saying, ¡°Liz¡¯s not one to lose her cool without

    reason. Evelina must¡¯ve done something. Look, it¡¯s just a little scuffle, and if Remi¡¯s not sweating it, why

    are you? Or don¡¯t tell me you¡¯ve got a thing for Evelina?¡±

    Cassius shook him off, ¡°Nonsense! Fuck off!¡±

    As they¡¯re pulling each other¡¯s leg, Remington, who imed he wouldn¡¯t interfere, suddenly put down

    his. ss, looking grim, and strode towards themotion.

    Timothy raised an eyebrow, only to see Lizetta¡¯s spicy sidekick boot Shirley away as she tried to help.

    This girl¡¯s got a cute round face that screams ¡®sweetheart, but her moves were anything but sweet.

    With one hand, she¡¯s got Evelina¡¯s hands twisted behind her back, her elbow pressing hard on

    Evelina¡¯s spine, while the other hand¡¯s got a fistful of hair, yanking her head back.

    And Lizetta? She¡¯s pouring a bottle of water right down Evelina¡¯s throat.

    ¡°Mmm, let me go, I won¡¯t drink it, cough, mmm! Remi!¡±

    Evelina¡¯s struggling and screaming for her life.

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    Lizetta was trying to pour water down Evelina¡¯s throat, but Evelina was putting up a real fight, so not

    much was getting in.

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    Just as Lizetta was about to pinch her cheeks and force it down, a hand that came out of nowhere

    grabbed her wrist tight.

    As Lizetta looked up along that arm, her eyes met the familiar handsome face of the man.

    Her heart went cold. ¡°Let go!¡±

    Evelina, seeing Remingtone over, shoved Ynda aside and ducked behind him.

    ¡°Boo¨Choo, Remi, please save me! I don¡¯t know what the heck Lizetta¡¯s trying to make me drink; it¡¯s

    awful, and my stomach is killing me.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s fair¨Cweather friends all started chirping in after seeing Remington stick up for her.

    ¡°OMG, don¡¯t tell me Eve¡¯s actually knocked up?¡±

    ¡°Is Lizetta trying to force¨Cfeed her an abortion pill or something? That¡¯s way over the top and just in

    evil.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, how can you just shove drugs down someone¡¯s throat? That unborn kid didn¡¯t do anything; it¡¯s

    so cruel!¡±

    Ynda was livid. She grabbed a bottle off the table and hurled it.

    Crash!

    The bottle shattered, sending ss flying, and screams erupted all around.

    ¡°Who else wants to run their mouth! You know what actually happened here? Which one of your

    peepers, saw an abortion pill? What messed¨Cup values you all have¨CI hope you get married and your

    husbands have dozens of love children out there, see how generous and kind¨Chearted you can be

    then!¡±

    The women were huddled together, feeling scared out of their wits.

    Cassius came storming over, furious, and fixed Ynda with a re. ¡°You again! You looking for

    trouble or what?¡±

    Ynda wasn¡¯t scared one bit. She curled her lip and taunted him.

    ¡°Well, if it isn¡¯t Cassius. What¡¯s the deal, getting all soft after hanging around in showbiz too long? A

    catfight and here you are, diving right in. Got a taste for it, huh? Why didn¡¯t you say so earlier? I can

    chip in for your gender reassignment!¡±

    ¡°Ynda!¡± Cassius clenched his fists, his face a mask of rage.

    Worried that Ynda might get the short end of the stick, Lizetta broke free from Remington and pulled

    Ynda to her side, asking. ¡°You two know each other?¡±

    Ynda chuckled, ¡°Not really, it¡¯s just that in the crew I¡­¡±

    You dare finish that sentence, see what happens!¡± Cassius¡® face turned ashen with anger.

    Ynda emirked, ¡°If you¡¯re telling me to zip it, then you¡¯d better shut it tool Or I might just spill the

    beans¡±

    ¡°I make you pay Caselus was grinding his teeth.

    no one knew what exactly went down between him and Ynda, and true to her word, he kept his

    That¡¯s when Remington ordered Timothy, ¡°Clear the room.¡±

    Timothy, seeing that this mess wasn¡¯t going to sort itself out, called in some people to escort the

    bystanders out.

    The room quieted down, and Remington looked at Lizetta.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on here? Tell me what happened before you start throwing punches.¡±

    Lizettaughed sarcastically, ¡°Today at the hotel, Evelina slipped some sleeping pills into my water,

    which knocked me out for the whole afternoon.¡±

    Remington¡¯s deep eyes locked onto hers. ¡°Why would she do that?¡±

    Lizetta pursed her lips; she didn¡¯t want to tell Remington about her dance audition.

    Seeing her still holding back, Remington¡¯s eyes grew colder.

    ¡°Why Evelina did what she did; you should ask her about it!¡± Ynda chimed in.

    Evelina would never admit it; with her eyes brimming with tears, she said, ¡°Why on earth would I drug

    you? What good does it do me to have you asleep for an afternoon?¡±

    Lizetta, with her fists clenched, stared at Remington, ¡°I was drugged after drinking from my thermos.

    The only people who know I drink from that are Evelina and you. If it wasn¡¯t her, it was you!¡±

    Rage red in Remington¡¯s icy gaze.

    ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯re suspecting me now?¡±

    Lizetta, feeling her heart aching, mocked him with augh.

    ¡°I¡¯m just connecting the dots here, like how you suspected me of drugging you four years ago.¡±

    rway

    Why was it only okay for him to suspect her of drugging him, and not the other way around?

    ¡°Awesome!¡±

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    Remington¡¯s face turned even more grim.

    Not scared of him, Lizetta stood her ground, ¡°Beat it! Evelina has to drink this bottle of water today, no

    ifs, ands, or buts!¡±

    There was no way Remington would let anything happen to the baby inside Evelina.

    Standing still, his figure was solid as a rock, but his gaze was fixed on the bottle of water in Lizetta¡¯s

    hand.

    ¡°What¡¯s in it?¡±

    Lizetta chuckled, and tiptoed closer to whisper in the man¡¯s car, ¡°Rx, it won¡¯t kill her, and definitely

    won¡¯t harm the little treasure she¡¯s carrying!¡±

    Her voice was soft yet chillingly cold. As she leaned in, a wave of the familiar, crisp scent of gardenias

    brushed past Remington¡¯s ear.

    Remington¡¯s thoughts swayed uncontrobly, and as the woman stepped back, he reached out again

    and grabbed her wrist.

    Underneath his palm, her wrist was delicate, and her skin was warm and smooth, which stirred

    emotions within him and brought up inappropriate intimate images in his mind.

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    Even though he had resolved to let her go, his body now craved her presence even more.

    How could he have such a weak defense against her slightest provocation; Remington¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple

    bobbed, and he lowered his head to whisper in Lizetta¡¯s ear.

    ¡°If you want to vent, p her a few more times, but she can¡¯t drink that sleeping potion, as it could harm

    the baby.¡±

    He was giving in.

    Lizetta was somewhat surprised that he would allow her to hit Evelina.

    But Lizetta wasn¡¯t grateful; instead, she felt even colder.

    This also meant that Remington was fully aware that Evelina was the one who had drugged her.

    He cared so much about the baby inside Evelina, but what about her baby? Didn¡¯t he fear it might be

    affected by the drugs?

    Considering what she had found out that sleeping pills could potentially affect the development of a

    baby¡¯s nervous system, Lizetta felt her heart twisted in pain, so much so that she was determined to

    make Evelina suffer the same fate to calm her anger.

    Lizetta yanked her hand back and stepped away, while staring coldly at Remington.

    ¡°I won¡¯t hit her, I just want an eye for an eye! Not a bit more, not a bit less! Are you gonna move or

    not?¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face was stern; he was surprised by Lizetta¡¯s stubbornness.

    She had already pped Evelina twice. He had said it was okay for her to p Evelina a few more

    times to vent, but Lizetta still insisted on pushing the envelope.

    Frowning, the man said, ¡°Lizetta, why take it out on an innocent child? Enough is enough¡±

    Fretta, watching him protect Evelina and me her, couldn¡¯t help butugh bitterly.

    Her eyes suddenly burned red, as if bleeding, and she said firmly.

    ¡°Remington, don¡¯t force me to hate you!¡±

    For the first time, Lizetta¡¯s clear eyes filled with intense anger when she looked at Remington.

    She stood there, poised to sever ties with him.

    Her gaze was like a knife, thrusting straight into the softest part of Remington¡¯s heart.

    Remington¡¯s expression shifted, and his face paled slightly.

    After a moment of silence, feeling a strange sense of rm rise within him, he spoke again with a dry

    voice. ¡°I¡¯ll decide. You can p her five more times.¡±

    Evelina felt like she was carrying a golden goose, even somewhat schadenfreude.

    Remington would never let anything happen to her unborn child, and with Lizettacking evidence, this

    fuss would only lead to a fallout between husband and wife, embarrassing herself and making

    Remington loathe her more, there was no real advantage to be gained.

    Only a fool like Lizetta would act so recklessly. But Evelina¡¯s smugness was cut short when she heard

    what Remington said.

    Evelina¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief, ¡°Remi! Why? I don¡¯t want to be pped; I didn¡¯t do anything! It¡¯s

    my sister who¡¯s framing me, I refuse! This isn¡¯t fair to me!¡±

    She tried to reach for Remington¡¯s sleeve, but the man turned sharply and barked with a stern voice.

    ¡°Shut up!¡±

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    Evelina felt like Remington¡¯s gaze was as icy as if he was staring down an enemy.

    She was shocked, her face turning ghostly pale, and she stumbled back a couple of steps in fear.

    With just a look from Remington, two bodyguards stepped up and grabbed Evelina by her arms.

    Tears streamed down Evelina¡¯s face, a mix of feeling wronged and terrified.

    She didn¡¯t want to get pped. If she got smacked around by Lizetta today, without rhyme or reason,

    she¡¯ll beughed at.

    ¡°Remi, I didn¡¯t do it, I really didn¡¯t, you can¡¯t let Liz get away with this.¡±

    Her wails were pitiful, but seeing that Remington wasn¡¯t paying her any mind, she turned to Casslus.

    ¡°Cassius, this is your shindig and your setup, won¡¯t you even look out for me?¡±

    Cassius¡® face wasn¡¯t looking too hot either. He thought Lizetta was being way too bullish.

    No evidence whatsoever, and here she was, crashing the party; Remington even let her get away with

    it, not to say that he allowed her to hit Evelina.

    He stepped forward, ¡°Remi.¡±

    Remington shot him a frosty look, ¡°None of your beeswax.¡±

    Cassius frowned, and Ynda let out a snort of derision.

    Cassius was already fuming and had no outlet, when he heard her tantly mockingughter, he

    red at her.

    Ynda rolled her eyes, mouthing silently. ¡°Idiot.¡±

    Cassius read her lips and wished he could just strangle her right then and there.

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    ¡°Liz, chill. I¡¯ll do it for you, save you the trouble.¡±

    Ynda rolled up her sleeves, but Lizetta grabbed her.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze was calm but stubborn as she looked at Remington.

    ¡°What if I just want her to drink this bottle of water?¡±

    If it were her who took the hit, she could handle whatever came her way.

    But today, she just wanted to fight for fairness for the little one in her belly.

    Remington¡¯s frown was so deep that it was nearly a physical ridge, and he said slowly, ¡°I told you, no

    way!¡± Feeling a surge of profound disappointment, Lizetta managed a bleak smile. She nodded and let

    go of Ynda, saying,

    ¡°Yoli, go ahead.¡±

    As Ynda approached Evelina, she noticed the smile on Lizetta¡¯s face, yet it felt more like she was

    crying.

    She walked towards Evelina and raised her hand for a p.

    Smack!

    Evelina¡¯s head turned as she spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a bloody tooth!

    ¡°Whoa!¡± Evelina opened her mouth, feeling too pained to speak, and broke into a pitiful, tearful mess.

    ¡°Holy moly! You hulk out or something? Take it easy!¡±

    Cassius always saw Evelina as the kid sister of the social circle, and seeing Ynda strike so hard, he

    grabbed her hand.

    Ynda looked at him, ¡°Let go, or I¡¯ll smack you too!¡±

    ¡°You wouldn¡¯t dare!¡± Cassius sneered.

    Ynda scoffed, ¡°Badass Remington didn¡¯t give a damn to his woman, so what¡¯s got you all worked

    up? Trying to steal Badass Remington¡¯s thunder?¡±

    ¡°Spout one more nonsense!¡± Cassius seethed.

    Ynda couldn¡¯t be bothered to argue and just went for a knee sweep.

    Cassius had seen her fight scenes on set, which was smooth as water; she was the real deal. He was

    on guard and dodged back.

    After Ynda got free, she delivered four more ps to Evelina.

    After the beating, Evelina, feeling she was hanging by a thread, leaned on the bodyguard for support.

    :

    Cassius was livid, and Ynda returned to Lizetta¡¯s side.

    ¡°Happy now?¡± Remington red at Lizetta, with a cold expression.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t respond. She walked over to the bar, grabbed an empty wine ss, and poured the water

    she¡¯d brought into it.

    Then, she turned around and suddenly flung the ss of water right in the face of that stunningly

    handsome

    man.

    ¡°Her debt¡¯s paid, and this one¡¯s for you!¡±

    She was avenging her unborn child.

    ¡°Remi!¡±

    ¡°Lizetta, have you lost your mind?¡±

    Timothy and Cassius both spoke up and stepped forward, followed by a long silence.

    The water droplets trickled down Remington¡¯s chiseled brows, straight nose, and along his sharp

    jawline before hitting the floor remained.

    The man who was always dignified, aloof, and god¨Clike, had never been seen in such disarray.

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    It¡¯s not just Timothy and Cassius who didn¡¯t have the guts to look, even Ynda was scared stiff right

    on the spot.

    Remington seemed to have a dark aura swirling around him. Lizetta just spun on her heel and took off.

    But she didn¡¯t get far before the guy caught up from behind, and Lizetta felt the world spin.

    Suddenly, she was lifted off her feet and hoisted over Remington¡¯s shoulder with her head down,

    feeling blood rushing to her head, she kicked and punched in a struggle.

    ¡°Remington, what the heck? Put me down!¡±

    The guy was deaf to her pleas; instead, he gave her butt a solid smack, and just carried her straight

    into the

    elevator.

    ¡°Liz!¡±

    Ynda snapped out of it and tried to follow, but Cassius blocked her, which pissed her off.

    ¡°Get out of the way, you damn dog!¡±

    Cassius sneered, ¡°Ynda, you were under Remi¡¯s wing just now, but they¡¯re gone, so let¡¯s settle some

    scores.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve got nothing to settle with you!¡±

    Ynda tried to storm off, but Cassius grabbed her shoulder, ¡°We¡¯ve got a lot to settle, from the drama

    set to today¡¯s scene smashing.¡±

    Leaning against the bar, Timothy casually poured himself a drink; seemingly unbothered by the chaos.

    around him, he just enjoyed the show while sipping his wine.

    ¡°Hey, beauty, what¡¯s the story with you and our Cass? Spill the beans.¡±

    He was quite intrigued to see Cassius all twisted up like a kitten grabbed by the scruff

    ¡°Ynda, you dare tell!¡±

    Cassius made his move, pulling Ynda into his arms and covering her mouth

    But the touch on his arm felt off, and Cassius looked down to realize he hadnded on her chest.

    Super soft

    He also thought of what happened on set.

    She was tough as nails, but soft all over.

    ¡°Ugh!¡±

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    Caught off guard, Ynda elbowed him right in the chest. Cassius grunted in pain and let go.

    Ynda cussed him out, ¡°Pervert! Where are you putting your hands? It was just an ident when I

    didn¡¯t see you and sat on your face while ying on my phone. I already apologized for that little

    mishap. Are you really going to nitpick about it? Being so narrow¨Cminded, are you even a man?¡±

    ¡°Pifti

    Timothy choked on his drink after hearing Ynda¡¯s ¡°sat on the face¡±ment, spitting out the wine he

    had Just sipped.

    Cassius¡® face turnedpletely dark; he was the Mighty Cassius, after all.

    Was his face something you could just sit on?

    And it wasn¡¯t just a quick sit; she had rubbed against him, almost bending his nose out of shape!

    ¡°Shut up!

    Spreading this kind of rumor everywhere, are you even a woman!¡±

    ¡°What rumor? I¡¯m innocent, don¡¯t go spoiling my reputation with your dirty mind!¡±

    ¡°As if I¡¯d be into you. Even if you were thest woman in Zion City, I wouldn¡¯t give you a second look.¡±

    ¡°If you were thest man on Earth, I¡¯d rather be with a dog than give you a nce!¡±

    Cassius was so furious that he went for her, and Ynda fought back just as hard.

    Tables and chairs were crashed down, and things were shattered everywhere.

    Timothy moved to a safe spot,ughing, ¡°Cassius, it¡¯s not such a big deal, count it as a fling and stop

    ying the victim.¡±

    ¡°What benefit did I get! Is she even a woman? She reeks of sweat, nearly suffocated me, almost made

    me puke my guts out!¡±

    Thinking of how Cassius pushed her away and actually ran to a flower bed to throw up, leaving her

    utterly humiliated, Ynda wished she could kick him to the moon.

    ¡°That¡¯s just you being dramatic! You¡¯ve got the looks of a man but you¡¯re petty as a hen, nitpicking over

    nothing, blind and senseless, not a shred of grace. Peel off that macho facade, why even y the

    lead? You should be cast as a ghost in a horror story, and you¡¯re darker than any female ghost there!¡±

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    Uzetta got hoisted into the elevator by Remington and they were going up.

    She was freaking out, plus the dude¡¯s shoulder bones were hard. She felt dizzy, and her stomach was

    doing somersaults from the pressure.

    She started kicking her legs around, ¡°Remington, put me down! Or you bet I¡¯ll puke on you again?¡±

    His voice was dark and ominous, ¡°Go ahead and try.¡±

    The guy was like walking freezer, and the tension in his muscles made it crystal clear to Lizetta that he

    was holding back a storm of rage and irritability.

    Gritting her teeth, Lizetta red at his butt right below her line of sight, which reminded her of the times

    when she got spanked by him, and that he did it again in front of everyone just now. A wave of old

    grudges and fresh anger hit her.

    She smacked his butt twice.

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    After the smacks, surprisingly, it felt pretty good.

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    Bouncy.

    Has Remington¡¯s butt always been this perky?

    She couldn¡¯t help herself and gave it another solid smack.

    The next second, the world spun around again as he grabbed her by the waist and put her down.

    Lizetta¡¯s legs went weak, and before she could steady herself, Remington¡¯s solid frame was pressing

    her into aer of the elevator.

    ¡°Lizetta! Where the heck did you just smack?¡± His handsome face turned steel blue with suppressed

    fury.

    Feeling a bit guilty but defiant, Lizetta retorted, ¡°Well, it¡¯s your fault for not letting me go! You¡¯ve hit me

    plenty of times, so what if I hit you back?¡±

    Remington grabbed her chin, while his lips curled mockingly, ¡°Spanking is a bit of a turn¨Con, Lizetta. Is

    this how you act when you want a divorce?¡±

    Lizetta was taken aback; her face was flushed red as she scrambled for words.

    ¡°That¡¯s not it! How does that turn into a turn¨Con? You always¡­ Mmph!¡±

    She was about to point out how he often spanked her too, and that he started to do so when she was

    Just fifteen. Why was it just a lesson when he did it, but when she retaliated, it became a turn¨Con? Talk

    about a double standard!

    But before she could finish her protest, Remington¡¯s lips brutally sealed hers.

    As the man had been drinking tonight, the taste of whiskey was on his breath. Not too strong, but it

    invaded every corner of Lizetta¡¯s mouth as he deepened the kiss.

    His kiss was wild, and his breath was scorching: strands of his damp hair¨Cbrushed against Lizetta¡¯s

    nose, tickling her surprisingly.

    Coming to her senses, Lizetta tried to push him away and went for a bite.

    ¡°Mmph!¡±

    But before she could bite down, he nipped her first, not too gently.

    The sharp pain made Lizetta¡¯s eyes water with tears.

    felt wronged and angry, yet the very spot that hurt was being soothed and coaxed by his fervent licks

    and kisses

    The elevator was quiet, save for the noises of his kissing. It was embarrassingly loud,

    Lizetta¡¯s neck turned red with shame, yet she couldn¡¯t break free. Her eyshes fluttered and tears fell

    Remington felt she was crying, and finally let her go, stepping back, heid his gaze on the tearful girl

    in front of him.

    ¡°Crying now? You weren¡¯t the one who flexed your muscles tonight.¡±

    But Lizetta felt anything but good about it; she was suffocating with frustration.

    Hearing him say that, she choked up.

    ¡°Let me go. Last time in the hospital, you said that you¡¯d let me be. We¡¯re getting a divorce, and we¡¯ll

    be strangers, you can¡¯t do this to me anymore.¡±

    Remington¡¯s thin lips twisted sarcastically, ¡°Didn¡¯t I also say to stay out of my sight? And what did you

    do, huh? Kept provoking me, even throwing sexual hints my way. Now ying hard to get? I think

    you¡¯re just asking for it!¡±

    He pressed his hips forward, which intimidated her

    Lizetta¡¯s expression turned to panic as she shook her head.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t! Was it my choice to be in front of you? It was Evelina who started it, and I came to settle things

    with her. I had no idea you¡¯d be here tonight, and I didn¡¯t throw any sexual hints your way. Don¡¯t get it

    twisted! Let¡¯s just say I was being handsy, and I apologize, okay?¡±

    Lizetta was dying of regret. If she had known he¡¯d react like this, there¡¯s no way she would have gone

    and smacked his butt on a whim.

    ¡°Apologize? Then show some real sincerity. You stirred me up, and now you want to back out? Isn¡¯t it a

    bitte for that?¡±

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    His exposed neck and corbones were tinged with a faint blush, possibly from the alcohol or desire,

    as his Adam¡¯s apple bobbed.

    It was somewhat mesmerizing.

    But such allure no longer stirred Lizetta¡¯s heart; her face was icy cold.

    ¡°Remington, if you¡¯re in heat, go find your darling! She¡¯s the one who got pped and needs your care

    andfort right now!¡±

    She shoved him towards the door!

    She was getting pretty darn good at handling situations like this.

    Remington felt a chill in his heart, but the heat and restlessness in his body didn¡¯t dissipate one bit.

    He leaned into her, deliberately making a move, while his handsome face took on a dangerous and

    wicked look that wasn¡¯t usually there, thanks to his damp hair.

    ¡°Feeling it? Right now, you¡¯re the only one I¡¯m interested in. Let¡¯s call it a breakup shag, shall we? We

    haven¡¯t tried other positions and roles yet, and with the night being so long, let¡¯s take our time to

    explore, so we don¡¯t end up regretting it after the divorce.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t believe such words wereing from the usually abstinent and cool Remington.

    Who would regret it? Who wants a breakup shag with him!

    She was on the verge of a breakdown when the elevator dinged to

    a stop.

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    Lizetta, as if facing a formidable enemy, clung to the elevator¡¯s handrail, determined to resist.

    Without giving her another look, Remington bent down to scoop her up.

    Lizetta clung to the railing, refusing to let go, but the man simply stepped forward.

    How could she resist his strength?

    She was carried out of the elevator against her will.

    Luckily, a man was walking towards them.

    Lizetta immediately cried for help, ¡°Save me! Help me, I¡¯m being kidnapped!¡±

    The man hesitated, then approached, ¡°Sir, thisdy doesn¡¯t seem too keen on going with you?¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned cold, ¡°Didn¡¯t you see my wife is drunk?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face was flushed red, but she hadn¡¯t drunk anything; she was just bullied by Remington in the

    elevator.

    She shook her head, ¡°No! He¡¯s lying, I¡¯m not his wife, please help me call someone, or the police.¡±

    The man, seeing her urgency, bravely stood in front of him, although he found Remington quite

    intimidating,

    Remington chuckled and set Lizetta down.

    As soon as her feet hit the ground, Lizetta tried to run, but Remington grabbed the back of her neck,

    trapping her in his embrace.

    She wriggled like a chick unable to escape the eagle¡¯s talons.

    Remington pulled out his phone, tapped a couple of times, and shoved it in front of the man.

    For yourself?

    The man stared at the wedding photo on the screen, then back at Lizetta¡¯s anxious and helpless face,

    and

    ald with displeasure,

    Drunk to the point of not recognizing your own husband?¡±

    He shook his head and, before leaving, even offered Remington some sympathetic advice, ¡°Buddy, you

    need to keep a tighter leash on her.¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips curled into a smile, ¡°Thanks for the tip, just about to do that.¡±

    Lizetta was lost for words.

    She felt utterly powerless as Remington led her forward again.

    She asked resentfully, ¡°What did you show him?¡±

    She couldn¡¯t fathom it; with their sham of a marriage, and their expired sibling¨Clike rtionship, could

    Remington have their photo saved on his phone.

    In her panic, Lizetta¡¯s mind was muddled, and before she could grasp what was happening, she was

    half¨Ccarried, half¨Cdragged into the presidential suite at the end of the hallway.

    The door mmed shut behind them, and Lizetta was forced to retreat step by step.

    Remington removed his tie and threw it on the floor, then took off his suit jacket.

    His shirt had also got wet, and after the tussle in the elevator, it was now crumpled at the chest.

    He looked down at it, frowning in distaste.

    He undid his belt, pulled the shirt out of his trousers, and then tore it open.

    His solid pecs and taut abs were suddenlyid bare before Lizetta; the smooth lines of his muscle

    meandered down to where a teasing hint of a V¨Cline could be peeked above his waistband.

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing hitched as she was cornered to the sofa area; as her knees hit the sofa, she felt her

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    Just when Lizetta thought she was about to be devoured by Remington on the couch with no escape,

    everything went dark

    Tums out, Remington had chucked his shirt over her head. By the time Lizetta yanked the shirt away,

    the guy was already at the bathroom door, throwing some shade her way.

    *Better think about what you¡¯re gonna spillter!¡±

    He ducked into the bathroom, and the sound of running water filled the space.

    Lizetta sprang up and dashed for the door, but whatever trick Remington had pulled on it, she couldn¡¯t

    crack it after fiddling with it for ages.

    When Remington emerged from the bathroom in his robe, Lizetta was slumped on the couch, having

    thrown In the towel.

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    Remington, toweling off his wet hair, sauntered over. His robe was tied loosely, and that just¨Cshowered

    vibe made him seem even more dangerous and imposing.

    Not daring to look too long. Lizetta ducked her head and scooted over. No sooner had she settled down

    than somethingnded on herp.

    A hairdryer.

    She nced over at Remington, who was now lounging against the back of the couch, and

    commanded,

    ¡°Come and dry my hair.¡±

    ¡°Can¡¯t you do it yourself?¡±

    Sometimes the guy could be sozy

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    Even though he was religious about his one¨Chour workout every day, he often couldn¡¯t be bothered to

    dry his hair after a shower, so he would just give it a quick rub and call it a day.

    Back in the day, Lizetta would always worry he¡¯d catch a cold or end up with some old man¡¯s ailment,

    so she¡¯d follow him around, with hairdryer in hand, and nagged him to use it.

    When he found it too bothersome and didn¡¯t cooperate, she¡¯d press him into the couch and do it for

    him.

    Sometimes, she¡¯d even kneel by the bed and dry his hair while he slept; the buzzing sound never woke

    him up, but rather helped him sleep deeper.

    This sudden rush of memories sent a wave of mixed feelings through Lizetta.

    She stayed put, while Remington¡¯s eyes flicked open to look at her.

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you gonna take responsibility for what you¡¯ve done?¡±

    As his words could easily be taken the wrong way, Lizetta was left speechless.

    He drawled again, ¡°Or would you rather serve me in bed?¡±

    Lizetta felt even more speechless.

    Forget it; drying hair is way better than having a breakup shag with him.

    She stood up, plugged in the hairdryer, and walked behind the couch to help him.

    The warm air brushed through his hair tips as Lizetta reached out to tousle his wet locks, but her

    fingers paused.

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    He had showered for quite a while, with cold water all along.

    She frowned subconsciously, but she, not being naive anymore, knew why he¡¯d taken a cold shower.

    Talk about a breakup shag, it was clearly just to scare her.

    He hadn¡¯t nned on hurting or forcing her after all.

    She felt a mix of sourness and swelling in her heart, and she couldn¡¯t tell if she was relieved or tensed

    up.

    At that moment, Lizetta paradoxically wished Remington could be a bit harsher with her.

    ¡°Figured out your exnation yet?¡±

    The man lying there suddenly spoke up, which snapped Lizetta back to the task at hand. She

    continued to work on his hair, drying it with focus.

    ¡°What do I need to exin?¡±

    Remington suddenly opened his eyes, and as Lizetta looked down, their eyes met¨Chis deep gaze, ¦°¦¯¦´

    seemingly chilled by the cold water, was piercing and sharp.

    Lizetta¡¯s breath hitched, and she averted her gaze.

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    ¡°You¡¯re not hiding anything from me?¡± Remington scoffed.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes fluttered, ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    She wasn¡¯t sure which secret Remington was alluding to; there were quite a few things she was

    keeping

    from him.

    Seeing her ying tough, Remington chuckled, ¡°At Dories¡®, were you really just interpreting? Was it

    really worth making such a fuss over a part¨Ctime job¨Cgone bad that you had to make sure Evelina

    swallowed that sleeping pill again?¡±

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    Uzetta felt a jolt in her heart¨Cturns out, he had sniffed out that something was off.

    She had already figured that Remington must have got wind of her auditioning for that dance gig.

    No wonder he was cool with her pping Evelina a few times¨Cif he knew Evelina had really screwed up

    big time by wrecking someone¡¯s future, he¡¯d probably back her to the hilt.

    Lizetta kept on with her blow¨Cdrying. ¡°You already know the deal.¡±

    Remington fixed his gaze on her, ¡°When were you nning to skip the country?¡±

    Her grip on the hairdryer tightened, ¡°When I bring up divorce.¡±

    ¡°Heh, why keep it under wraps until now; are you scared I¡¯d put a stop to your little escape n? You

    sure are something!¡±

    A shadow fell across Remington¡¯s eyes, and it was dark and dense like a forest that light can¡¯t pierce.

    So, she had made up her mind a long time ago.

    The first time she brought up divorce, she had already burnt her bridges.

    His recent disapproval and attempts to keep her have all been a joke.

    He really had no clue that the once soft and sweet girl could be so cold and cutthroat, even more than

    him.

    Finishing with his hair, Lizetta turned off the dryer, and as she was about to set it aside on the low

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    Thud.

    The hairdryer hit the floor.

    In a tumble, Lizetta found herself lifted from behind the sofa, hoisted over its high back, and pinned

    down on top of him.

    With her chest heaving, and herself still in shock, she eximed, ¡°Remington, what the hell are you

    doing!?¡±

    His chest robe was loosely open, and his body was still cold as ice; Lizetta, feeling like she was lying

    on a b of marble, shivered slightly.

    Remington¡¯s hand pressed against her lower back, while his gaze bore down on her up close.

    ¡°When are you nning to leave?¡±

    ¡°In a month.¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip lightly, watching him with a hint of worry.

    ¡°You promised, as long as I repay my debt to the Dashiell family, you¡¯d divorce me and let me go, you

    can¡¯t back out!¡±

    Remington let out a coldugh, then he suddenly gripped Lizetta¡¯s chin, and tilted her face from side to

    side. His touch was rough, and her neck felt so stiff that it might cramp.

    ¡°Let go, what¡¯s the big idea?¡±

    ¡°Checking to see if you¡¯ve got a thick skin or if you really think you¡¯re all that and a bag of chips!¡±

    He let go abruptly, ¡°Lizetta, I won¡¯t keep begging a woman who¡¯s hell¨Cbent on leaving me, with no

    ce for

    er heart!

    Lizette pursed her lips, squirming a bit.

    Then why don¡¯t you let me go?

    Yet Remington¡¯s hand remained on her waist, and his eyes were still fixed on her.

    ¡°Is there something else you¡¯re hiding from me?¡±

    He had this nagging feeling that something else was up. Was her aggressive stance tonight really due

    to Evelina messing up her audition?

    Lizetta felt her heart tightened, fearing that if he kept pressing, the secret about the baby would be out.

    Luckily, at that moment, Remington¡¯s phone started ringing urgently¨Cit was Cedric calling..

    Lizetta quickly handed him the phone, ¡°You better take this call.¡±

    us

    Remington released Lizetta, and as she scrambled to sit up, he answered the call. Cedric¡¯s report

    came from the other end.

    ¡°Boss, I¡¯ve brought Ms. Hawthorne back, but she¡¯s making a scene. Maybe you shoulde over.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s wailing could also be heard, and Remington rxed his grip.

    Lizetta was truly thankful for Evelina for the first time, for taking the heat off her.

    After leaving the hotel, Lizetta tried to contact Ynda, but couldn¡¯t get through.

    When Lizetta got back to their rented ce, Ynda wasn¡¯t there either. While worrying, she got a call

    from the police station.

    Lizetta rushed to the station and saw Ynda locked up.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on?: Lizetta asked anxiously.

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    Ynda had clearly had a few too many, looking all wilted and like a sorry mess. But she perked up

    when she saw Lizetta, and clenched her fists in anger.

    ¡°That damn poser, who deceived everyone with his ¡®national heartthrob¡® act, with a heart smaller than

    the tip of a needle!¡±

    After listening to Ynda¡¯s rant, it took Lizetta a while to figure out what had happened.

    Turns out, after Remington had whisked her away, Cassius had given Ynda a hard time, not letting

    her leave and demandingpensation for damages,

    Ynda wasn¡¯t one to back down, and Cassius was a spoiled brat. They came to blows, starting with

    fisticuffs and ending up at the drinking table, both getting stered. Ynda ended up injuring Cassius.

    Now, Cassius had called the cops on Ynda for property damage and assault.

    ¡°Liz, just leave it. If Cassius thinks he¡¯s tough, let him lock me up for life! I¡¯ll spend the night in the cell,

    drawing circles and cursing him till sunrise.¡±

    Ynda was adamant about Lizetta not getting involved, but Lizetta felt both regret and guilt.

    She had gone out with Ynda that night, and it was because of her that Ynda got into it with

    Cassius. How could she just abandon Ynda?

    She contacted awyer, but things wereplicated because Cassius had provided surveince

    footage of Ynda and her crew trashing the winery, and since Ynda had also damaged his pretty

    face, which caused him to dy a photo shoot, he was hell¨Cbent on not settling.

    He was a Sterling family scion, and the police, wary of the Sterling family¡¯s influence and seeing that

    Ynda didn¡¯t have a leg to stand on, refused to grant bail.

    Lizetta called Cassius, trying to apologize calmly.

    ¡°Mr. Sterling, I¡¯m the one who messed up your event tonight, so I¡¯m reaching out on behalf of Yoli to

    apologize and topensate for any loss.¡±

    She

    e was cut off before she could finish.

    ¡°Why are you apologizing for her? Do you even know what she did?¡±

    ¡°What did she do?¡±

    Feeling puzzled, Lizetta sensed from Cassius¡® tone that Ynda must have done something else to

    him.

    Cassius was fuming, but couldn¡¯t quite spit it out.

    He remembered the drinking contest with that woman, and how they¡¯d both gotten drunk and somehow

    ended up in bed, nearly going all the way.

    Not only had she taken advantage of him, but at the crucial moment, she went berserk, kicking him off

    the bed.

    He was left dizzy from the fall, and before he could react, she pounced on him like a tigress, using

    him

    attempted assault and then beating him ck and blue.

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    His first kiss and almost his first time were nearly taken; on top of that, he got thrashed.

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    He had never endured such humiliation in his life!

    ing like spitting blood, Cassius said with an Icy voice, ¡°Unless Ynda gets on her knees, offers me a

    drink, and admits her wrongs, there will be no talk of settling! Hiss!¡±

    Cassius winced as he pulled at the corner of his mouth, and hisposure slipped with the pain.

    With his face darkening, he just hung up.

    When Lizetta tried calling back, Cassius had already turned off his phone.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t possibly ask Ynda to kneel and beg for mercy that just wasn¡¯t in her nature, not even

    if her legs were broken.

    With no other choice, Lizetta called Remington, but his phone was unreachable, too. Thinking he must

    have gone to see Evelina after she left the hotel, she hailed a taxi and headed to the Hawthorne family

    estate.

    Indeed, Remington had gone to see the Hawthornes.

    When he arrived, Evelina was still making a scene.

    With a tooth knocked out and both her face and tooth aching, how could she just let it slide?

    As Remington walked in, Evelina was sobbing in ra¡¯s arms.

    ra, feeling sorry for her, was applying an ice pack on her face while angrily confronting Remington.

    ¡°Remington, Eve was fine when she left the house, but Lizetta beat her up! You owe us an exnation

    today!¡±

    Ynda looked at Remington with tear¨Cswollen eyes, and pleaded silently.

    Remington was unfazed, ¡°What kind of exnation do you want?¡±

    ra demanded furiously, ¡°You bring Lizetta here now, make her apologize to Eve, and let Eve p her

    back!¡±

    With a chill shed in Remington¡¯s eyes, he let out a low scoff and looked do

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    Bara choked in one breath, ¡°You!¡±

    Evelina¡¯s tears came down even harder as she spoke through the pain.

    ¡°Right in front of you, Lizetta dared to drug me, and you blindly took her side. Tomorrow, she might as

    well go all the way and force an abortion pill on me. I¡¯m really scared.¡±

    Evelina, shaky on her feet, stood up, ¡°Better to end it now than to wait for her to make me suffer. Let¡¯s

    just go to the hospital, Mom.¡±

    ra, supporting Evelina, nodded, ¡°Alright, to the hospital!¡±

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    Kevin¡¯s face was also full of fury, ¡°If the kid¡¯s going through hell before even being born, what¡¯s the

    point? I¡¯ll contact a gynecologist right away.¡±

    He whipped out his phone to make the call, while ra shouted for the car to be readied. Evelina,

    being helped to leave, didn¡¯t believe for a second that Remington could ignore the baby.

    Yet, there he stood, expression cold, without the slightest intention of stopping them.

    The three Hawthornes were caught in a tough spot, all wearing ugly expressions. As they passed by

    Remington, the man still didn¡¯t make a peep, standing tall, just coldly watching without batting an

    eyelid.

    Evelina, out of options, crumpled to the ground.

    ¡°Eve!¡± ra eximed in shock.

    Remington frowned, seeing Evelina lying there as if she had truly fainted. He ordered Cedric to call a

    doctor, then went forward to pick Evelina up and carry her back to her room.

    Heid Evelina on the bed, ready to stand straight up. But Evelina clutched at the corner of his suit

    jacket. Remington paused and said in a deep voice, ¡°Let go.¡±

    Evelina opened her eyes, tears streaming down, ¡°Remington, you can¡¯t be so heartless. You promised

    to take care of and protect the baby.¡±

    There was little emotion in Remington¡¯s eyes, ¡°I also told you not to provoke Lizetta.¡±

    ¡°I didn¡¯t.¡±

    Before Evelina could finish, Remington cut her off with a cold voice.

    ¡°The hotel surveince and Liz¡¯s ss, you managed to cover your tracks well. But getting sleeping

    pills in such short notice, you could only buy them from a nearby drugstore, which isn¡¯t hard to look

    into.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face instantly went pale, realizing Remington had figured it all out a while ago. Evelina felt the

    icy chill in his eyes; her hand clutching his jacket suddenly let go, ¡°I¨CI just¡­¡±

    Remington stood up, his eyes and brows revealing impatience, and a sharp glint passed through his

    eyes as he interrupted Evelina.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to hear excuses, nor do I like being threatened. The baby isn¡¯t a tool to ckmail me with.

    Remember today¡¯s p, got it?¡±

    Evelina felt a chill all over, biting her lip and nodding instinctively. Remington withdrew his gaze and

    stepped

    out.

    ra and Kevin were still waiting at the door, unhappy to see Remington just walk away, but were

    stopped

    by Evelina.

    Remington left the Hawthorne family estate, got into his car, and rubbed his temples, instructing the

    driver to go.

    Lizetta arrived just in time to see Remington leaving the Hawthorne family estate.

    Remington had indeede to visit Evelina. Lucky she found him. Lizetta hurriedly told the taxi to

    follow, not expecting that Remington would return to Oakridge Heights.

    Had he been living here this whole time? This was their marital home. He used to refuse toe back,

    but now, was it because she was no longer there that he moved back in? Or?

    Standing outside Oakridge Heights once again, Lizetta felt a mix of emotions. Especially thinking back

    to just over an hour ago in the hotel room, when she gave Remington the cold shoulder, wishing never

    to have anything to do with him again.

    Yet in a blink, she was seeking him out. Lizetta¡¯s heart was more tangled than ever. She hesitated at

    the door for a long while, thinking of the locked¨Cup Ynda before mustering the courage, gritting her

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    The vi was pitch¨Cck, not a glimmer of light in sight.

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    Lizette hadn¡¯t seen Remington¡¯s car roll into Oakridge Heights with her own eyes, she would¡¯ve thought

    The ce had been abandoned ages ago.

    Thinking Remington might have headed straight upstairs to crash, Lizetta didn¡¯t bother flipping on the

    lights and just felt her way upstairs in the dark. But no sooner had she set foot on the stairs than a

    hoarse voice suddenly cut through the silence,

    ¡°Where you off to?¡±

    ¡°Ahl

    Lizetta nearly jumped out of her skin, clinging to the banister before realizing it was just a dark figure

    slumped on the couch. It was Remington.

    She caught her breath and frowned, ¡°What the heck are you doing lying there in the dead of night

    without any lights on? You scared the living daylights out of me!¡±

    He clearly knew she hade in but stayed silent, only to spook her now ¨C as if he did it on purpose.

    Lizetta walked over and turned on the floormp by the couch. The dim light revealed the man reclining

    on the couch, eyes slightly open, his gaze cold and alert, showing no sign of sleepiness.

    ¡°This is my ce. I¡¯ll hang wherever I want, lights off if that¡¯s what I fancy. Not like some people who

    barge. into others¡® homes in the middle of the night and then have the nerve to y the victim.¡±

    Lizetta felt a sting when he mentioned ¡°others¡® homes¡°, not painful but definitely ufortable.

    But he wasn¡¯t wrong- this wasn¡¯t her home anymore. She apologized, ¡°Sorry, I shouldn¡¯t havee

    uninvited;¡±

    He cut her off with an even colder look, ¡°If you know that, then get out!¡±

    Lizetta froze, her grip tightening on her phone until its edge made her palm tingle. She didn¡¯t move.

    ¡°Are you feeling alright? Is it the booze making you queasy? How about I whip up some pasta for you,

    maybe you¡¯ve got a headache? I could give you a massage?¡±

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    She set her phone and purse aside and reached out. She remembered Remington often got

    headaches after drinking. She was here to ask for a favor, and even if he was being a jerk, she had to

    suck it up.

    Pride was nothingpared to Ynda¡¯s situation.

    But before her hand could even reach his forehead, Remington blocked her. His eyes narrowed, he

    snapped coldly, ¡°I don¡¯t need anyone fussing over me. Spare me the fake concern!¡±

    She quietly withdrew her hand and decided to cut to the chase.

    ¡°About what happened tonight, Yoli got locked up by Cassius, no bail allowed. Can you maybe¡­¡±

    ¡°No! Leave.¡±

    Remington cut her off yet again, closing his eyes with a look of sheer exasperation.

    Lizetta¡¯s breath tightened, ¡°Can¡¯t you just help me out? Yoli got dragged into this because of me.¡±

    Remington suddenly opened his eyes, a chill in his gaze, ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯re the one who refused to be my

    wife, who wanted to pay off the 3 million and sever ties with the Dashiell family, cutting me off

    completely. Why on earth should I make things hard for my own friend for someone who means

    nothing?¡±

    Destie¡¯s face went pale. She knew it wouldn¡¯t be easy before she walked in, but facing his coldness

    now, the felt a mix of hurt and helplessness,

    Seeing her eyes welling up, Remington got up to leave. On impulse, Lizetta grabbed his wrist, but he

    shook her off, and she copsed onto the couch.

    As he moved to step away, she said with a trembling voice, ¡°Weren¡¯t we going to have a breakup

    shag? I can do that.

    Remington stopped in his tracks and turned to look down at Lizetta. Backlit by the dim light, his figure

    cast arshadow over her, his face obscured, his gaze piercing her like icicles.

    But she was out of options, recalling how strongly he had reacted that time in the hotel, followed by the

    long cold shower he took.

    It seemed that aside from this, she had nothing else to offer, nothing else to negotiate with. With

    shaking. hands, she started unbuttoning her shirt, slipped off her top, pulled down her pants, and took

    off.

    As the pants hit the floor, she grew flustered, especially since he hadn¡¯t responded, and just watched

    with a detached air that made Lizetta even more embarrassed,

    ¡°Go on, keep stripping,¡± Remington¡¯s voice cut through the air, sharp as a de of ice.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t continue, hugging herself, her skin turning from pale to burning hot. Bathed in the faint

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    skin glowed, wless and dewy, as she hugged herself, legs crossed, trembling like a leaf.

    She looked pitiful from above, her curves on full disy in her disheveled state ¨C messy yet somehow

    alluring.

    Emotions churned in the depths of Remington¡¯s dark eyes, but Lizetta suddenly lost all her nerve. She

    bent down uncontrobly to pick up her pants when the man abruptly closed in, hisrge hand sping

    her delicate shoulder.

    ¡°Ah!¡±

    Lizetta jumped, her head snapping up to look at Remington, her vision obscured by a swish of long

    hair.

    She was yanked around by Remington, pushed down to kneel on the couch, her shoulder des under

    his grip as he invaded her space from behind.

    They¡¯d never tried this position before. Lizetta couldn¡¯t see Remington, but she could feel his

    suppressed rage and ferocity.

    Her defensespletely shattered, she tried to flee on her knees, only to be pulled back by hisrge

    palm gripping her slender waist.

    Their bodies collided with a faint sound. Lizetta froze all over, the man leaning over her, his breath

    cascading down her trembling spine, trailing up her fragile back.

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    His lips never touched her, but the sensation was more nerve¨Cwracking than if they had, climbing up to

    her ear and tickling her ¨C Lizetta turned her head to dodge.

    His voice was colder than the hot palm of his hand, ¡°So, you stripped yourself for a breakup shag, and

    now you¡¯re ying coy? Do you know how guys treat a girl who shows up at their door in the middle of

    the night?¡±

    Lizetta felt no tenderness, only fear and embarrassment. Her voice broke as she shook her head, ¡°No,

    not here.¡±

    It dawned on Lizetta that the vi¡¯s servants were actually around. If they heard amotion in the

    main building, they mighte to check.

    Her plea was met with a cold snort from the man, his hand on her waist starting to wander and tease,

    watching her tremble under his touch. Suddenly, he asked, ¡°Who were the bodyguards you took to the

    vineyard today?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s focus was on his roaming hand. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she replied without

    thinking. ¡°They¡¯re Hogan¡¯s men, ah!¡±

    She had borrowed those bodyguards from Hogan, who had also wanted toe along, but she

    insisted it wasn¡¯t necessary. If only she had known, she would have gone alone, not dragging Ynda

    into it.

    Now she was relieved Hogan hadn¡¯t joined them, but before she could finish, the man¡¯s hand had

    moved to the front, squeezing firmly.

    Lizetta cried out, and from behind her came Remington¡¯s even colder voice, ¡°Heh, did you strip down

    and beg him like this to help you this afternoon?¡±

    Lizetta went rigid, as if plunged into an icy cave. She nkly stared at the couch below her, one she

    had personally chosen, its bright and warm orange hues, its cushions with patterns she had designed

    and had¡± custom¨Cmade.

    She had fantasized about snuggling with Remington on that couch, watching soap operas and feeding

    each other snacks.

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    She had also imagined more shameful scenarios, embraces and kisses, but never this kind of

    humiliation.

    The more she had looked forward to it before, the colder and more unbearable it felt now. Suddenly,

    Lizette started to struggle fiercely, tears silently falling.

    *Remington, you jerk! Let me go. I was just desperate tonight, out of my mind! I shouldn¡¯t havee to

    you; mmphl

    ¡°Her angry words were cut off as he flipped her over and sealed her lips.

    Lizetta shook her head, trying to hit him, to scratch him, but he pinned her hands down on the couch.

    She kicked out, but he bent his knees, parting her legs, and dove in deeper.

    Lizetta leaned back on the couch, her hair spread wildly over the back of it, unable to struggle, at his

    mercy. The quiet, dimly lit living room was filled with their ovepping, relentless breaths, growing

    more, intense, until Lizetta¡¯s cellphone on the coffee table abruptly rang.

    Remington seemed to be jolted back to reality by the ringtone. He lifted his head, his Adam¡¯s apple

    bobbing, trying to catch his breath.

    Lizetta turned her head away, eyes closed, more tears rolling down, shining clearly in the soft light.

    Remington looked down at her, his voice hoarse and mocking. ¡°You¡¯re the one who showed up in the

    middle of the night, ready to demean yourself, and you have the nerve to cry!¡±

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    Lizetta bit her lip, ¡°I just wanted to save Yoll, I thought¡­

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    Thought what? That I¡¯d go soft on you? You think you can just show up, put on a little act, and I¡¯d be at

    your beck and call?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s unfinished words were effortlessly decoded by Remington.

    And that just made him even more despicable. He saw right through her, just toying with her, and tears

    Welled up even more in Lizetta¡¯s tightly shut eyes.

    Remington was irritated by what he saw, his words growing sharper, ¡°I only go soft for my sister and my

    wife. What are you now? Presenting yourself like some ything, barely started and already

    blubbering? How low can you stoop!¡±

    This was the girl he¡¯d raised. Four years ago she¡¯d been foolish enough to drug him, and now she

    hadn¡¯t learned her lesson.

    The thought that she¡¯d rather degrade herself than return as Mrs. Dashiell made Remington wish he

    could crush her rebellious spirit.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t handle the insults any longer. She opened her eyes, which were red with rage, ¡°Yes, it

    was my fault! I¡¯m low; I¡¯ve learned my lesson. Oh, high and mighty Mr. Dashiell, can you let me go

    now? And stop acting like some debauchee who enjoys being seduced by my tricks!¡±

    A vein throbbed on Remington¡¯s forehead, and the hand on her waist suddenly clenched into a fist.

    He got up off her and stood straight, saying, ¡°Don¡¯t tter yourself. I¡¯m not that into women who throw

    themselves at me.¡±

    Lizetta frantically grabbed her clothes to get dressed, while her phone kept ringing on the table. She

    feared there might be new developments from the police station, so she hurriedly picked up the phone,

    and her face changed when she saw ¡°Jenny Abott¡± on the caller ID.

    She had used Jenny¡¯s identity for her prenatal checkup, and left Jenny¡¯s name. She had taken sleeping

    pills today, worried and restless; she had asked Jenny to consult the doctor. Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected

    Jenny to call back now.

    Lizetta quickly hung up.

    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you picking up?¡± Just as she let out a sigh of relief, Remington¡¯s probing voice came from

    above her head.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat, and the clothes she was holding dropped to the floor.

    Remington wasn¡¯t one to pry, but his question clearly showed suspicion. Lizetta pushed down her guilt

    and red at Remington, her eyes red, ¡°Do I look like I¡¯m in any state to answer the phone right now?¡±

    Her voice trembled slightly, but Remington¡¯s scrutinizing gaze didn¡¯t waver as he asked again.

    ¡°Jenny, is she the one you went with for the prenatal checkup? Why is she contacting you?¡±

    Lizetta picked up her clothes again and casually replied, ¡°Don¡¯t know.¡±

    She didn¡¯t bother making up a bunch of excuses, which seemed to dispel Remington¡¯s doubts as he

    turned and walked towards the stairs..

    Only when his figure vanished into the living room did Lizetta copse onto the couch. Exhausted,

    thinking. of Ynda still at the police station and her fruitless visit, she cursed Remington fiercely in her

    head,

    10:47

    Dressed and head down, she left the vi, scrolling through her phone contacts, considering asking

    Lucian for help.

    A car stopped in front of her, and the driver, Christ, lowered the window, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell

    asked me to take you to the police station.¡±

    To the police station? That meant he was sending her to get Ynda.

    Lizetta stood there stunned, and only at Christ¡¯s urging did she hurry forward and open the car door.

    As she bent to get in, she paused, turning to look toward the direction of the second¨Cfloor bedroom.

    At the window, there seemed to be a tall figure turning away, and for some reason, Lizetta¡¯s nose

    tingled with an inexplicable sourness. In the end, he had gone soft on her.

    On the car ride, Lizetta replied to Jenny, who promptly responded.

    [Dr. Isaac says considering the time you¡¯ve been asleep, the dosage of the asional sleeping pill you

    took. shouldn¡¯t berge, and it¡¯s unlikely to have a significant impact on the fetus. He advises you to

    rx and proceed with regr prenatal checkups, and if you feel unwell, seek medical attention

    immediately.]

    Lizetta thanked her and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Holding her phone, she thought for a moment

    and finally sent a message to Remington.

    [Thanks.]

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    Remington didn¡¯t respond.

    She went to the police station and, sure enough, it was a breeze springing Ynda out. By the time the

    two got back to the apartment, it was 2 a.m. As soon as they walked in, Ynda wrapped Lizetta in a

    hug, her voice thick with emotion.

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    ¡°Sorry, Liz, I couldn¡¯t keep myself in check andnded you in trouble. Did you go to Badass Remington

    for help? Did he give you a hard time?¡±

    She wasn¡¯t clueless; seeing Remington¡¯s car outside the station, she knew it was Lizetta who had gone

    to Remington for help.

    ¡°No, he didn¡¯t make things difficult for me. Don¡¯t worry about it, just go wash up and hit the hay.¡±

    Lizetta ruffled Ynda¡¯s hair, and after another tight hug, Ynda headed back to her room. But she

    didn¡¯t buy it for a second. Knowing Remington¡¯s true colors, there was no way he hadn¡¯t given Lizetta a

    hard time, especially with her eyes still red.

    If she had known Cassius could stoop so low, she would¡¯ve kept her cool.

    Ynda gave herself a firm p in the mirror as a warning- no more getting hammered. Some people

    were just untouchable, and the next time she saw that poser Cassius, she¡¯d make sure to steer clear!

    The next day, Lizetta was jolted awake by her phone ringing. She picked up groggily, and an unfamiliar

    male voice echoed on the other end.

    ¡°Maestro Adagio, right? Hello, this is Mr. Ernest. We¡¯ve been in touch before.¡±

    Lizetta snapped to attention, sitting up quickly.

    ¡°Yes, Mr. Ernest, I remember you. Is this about the advertising contract signing?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s right. We need to reevaluate this advertising contract, so we can¡¯t sign it for now. Sorry about

    that.¡±

    Lizetta frowned, ¡°Is there any problem?¡±

    She had selected a fewpanies to advertise on Twitter, and the deal with Francesco violins was set

    to be signed today. A sudden change like this usually spelled trouble.

    ¡°You haven¡¯t heard? You might want to check out the online buzz first.¡±

    ¡°Just a sec.¡±

    Lizetta hurriedly opened Twitter, and frozen for a moment. After she caught up with the whole story, she

    was almost amused by the absurdity.

    ¡°I¡¯ll handle this right away. Can we possibly reconsider the signing?¡±

    ¡°Of course, if you can tidy up the mess online, Maestro Adagio, we¡¯re still very much interested in

    working with you.¡±

    After wrapping up the call, Lizetta hung up.

    [To be honest, the piece is really nothing special. Maestro Adagio¡¯s appearance is just fishing for

    compliments.]

    [Paying 200 grand for the first performance of such a piece? Evelina must be crying her heart out by

    now]

    [Violin solos should stick to the ssics. This mishmash of a piece is a total ear sore.]

    10.47

    storm.

    itter feed was full of such mocking and derogatoryments. And Evelina was at the center of

    It was the opening plece at Evelina¡¯s solo concert, recorded and uploaded online in its entirety.

    Because Evelina had previously made headlines for paying 200 grand for the first performance of

    Maestro Adagio¡¯s plece, the video sparked immediate attention upon release.

    Netizens clicked out of curiosity and anticipation, only to find Evelina¡¯s performanceckluster, earning

    ridicule paine. And this moming, Evelina had responded.

    She posted Maestro Adagio¡¯s piece online, iming she yed it exactly as written and thought it

    sounded quite nice.

    By doing so, and with a little help from her online army, Evelina turned Maestro Adagio, theposer,

    into the scapegoat for her ownck of skill.

    ¡°Liz, did you see the trash talk online? I wasn¡¯t exactly gentle yesterday; how can Evelina still rise to

    y dirty? Is she like a cockroach or something?¡±

    Ynda burst in, fuming. If only she knew, she would have hit harder yesterday, to knock Evelina out

    for a dozen of days.

    ¡°After getting punched yesterday, causing a stir is just her style,¡± Lizetta said with a lightugh.

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s rxed expression, Ynda blinked in surprise, ¡°Liz, do you have a n for a

    comeback?¡±

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    Lizette gave Ynda a knowing wink.

    You must¡¯ve thought the same thing, huh?¡±

    Ynda cracked a smile, grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand, and bubbled with excitement.

    ¡°C¡¯mon, what¡¯re we waiting for? She¡¯s practically asking for a facepalm moment. We¡¯re both drop¨Cdead

    gorgeous with hearts of gold ¨C gotta help a girl out! You go freshen up, and I¡¯ll pick out something fab

    for you to wear.¡±

    Half an hourter.

    At the Hawthorne family vi, Evelina was clenching her phone so hard that the veins on the back of

    her hand were popping out in pure fury.

    April tried to calm her down, ¡°Eve, maybe you should just stop looking at it; give it to me!¡±

    Evelina was fuming over a live stream Lizetta had started on Twitter.

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    Theizens had been led by an army of trolls to trash talk and mock under the Twitter post about

    Maestro Adagio¡¯s appearance, demanding Lizetta to respond.

    And respond she did, with a live stream, where she yed the very piece she hadposed, live for

    everyone.

    In the stream, Lizetta was dressed in a sleek, forest green gown, a fox mask covering her face,

    revealing just a hint of her chin. Her hair cascaded freely down her back as she stood elegantly in the

    sunlight streaming through the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling windows, violin in hand.

    As sh

    coaxed the strings, the music flowed out like dew in the dawn or a gentle stream, emotive and

    captivating. Both the melody and the graceful scene in the live stream were intoxicatingly beautiful.

    [Damn, this is too good.]

    [I¡¯m tone¨Cdeaf; can someone tell me, is this the same piece Evelina yed? Why does it sound

    different?]

    [It is the same piece, so it¡¯s not the music that¡¯s bad, it¡¯s just someone with butterfingers pretending to

    be a maestro.].

    [Didn¡¯t Evelina have a few solo concerts abroad? That¡¯s the level?]

    [Answer from a pro: Evelina¡¯s concerts were just pay¨Cto¨Cy, no real prestige, those in the know,

    know.]

    [The one fishing for fame has been caught, folks. Case closed.]

    [Does Evelina have no shame? Does Mr. Dashiell know about this? @the Starlight Group official]

    It just wanna know if the violinist is the real Maestro Adagio? Just that silhouette in the sunlight and I¡¯m

    head over heels, wifey check on me!]

    [That mask is such a tease! I bet Maestro Adagio¡¯s a knockout beauty.]

    Why can¡¯t us esteemed VIPs see behind the mask C¡¯mon, take it off!]

    (I kneel to ask! Maestro Adagio, you¡¯ve ruined me for life, you owe me!]

    [No wonder the woman my Hamilton crushes on is amazing!]

    Watching thements and gushing praise pile up in the live stream chat, Evelina was shaking with

    rage.

    ¡°Ah! That bitch Lizetta!¡±

    Finally, she couldn¡¯t take it anymore and hurled her phone away, screaming and pounding the bed like

    a madwoman.

    Her words were muffled, her face still swollen from a beating, and her teeth aching.

    The identity of ¡°Maestro Adagio¡± was a mystery to others, but Evelina knew. The first time. she called

    Maestro Adagio, the voice on the other end sounded familiar, but she didn¡¯t think

    much of it then.

    After Maestro Adagio caused her to lose followers and posted lots of donation receipts, Evelina had

    April trace the donations back to Ynda.

    Ynda had zero expertise in dance or music, so Evelina figured out that Maestro Adagio was actually

    Lizetta, whom she had bumped into at Skyward Studios.

    Evelin

    ell aware that Lizettanded the Skyward Studios coboration by hiding behind Maestro Adagio¡± alias.

    Jealous and resentful, Evelina had snatched the opportunity from her.

    And now, after Lizetta had pped her and Remington had taken Lizetta¡¯s side, to add insult to injury,

    Evelina was being ridiculed online. She wanted to shift the me onto Lizetta, to teach her a lesson.

    But Lizetta had pped back so effortlessly, leaving Evelina boiling with anger.

    April tried to soothe her, ¡°Alright, stop freaking out; do you want your face to heal or not? I¡¯ll handle the

    negative buzz online asap. You know, if you¡¯d spent a little more time practicing the violin, it might not

    have been such a disaster.¡±

    ¡°Even you think I¡¯m worse than her, don¡¯t you?!¡±

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    EvelinashovedAprside,herfaceamixofgreenandred,herfeaturesalltwistedinascowl.Aprilhustledtocalmherdown,andEvelinaallychilledabit,buthereyes werestill<strong>stormy</strong>.

    ¡°Lizetta,youmademesufferthismuch;Iwon¡¯tletyouoffthehookthateasy!Justyouwait!¡±Thetideturnedonline,andLizettajustfinishedhertuneandshutdownthelivestream.Right<strong>on</strong>cue,Hamilton¡¯s callcamein,andLizettapickedup.

    ¡°Lizetta,Ijusttippedyouduringyourstream;didyoucatchthat?¡±

    Lizettawastakenaback;shewassointoherviolinthatshedefinitelydidn¡¯tnoticeanytips.ShencedatYnda,whowasbusy replyingtoTwittermessagesonheptop.

    ¡°Yoli,weretheretipsduringthestream?¡±

    ¡°Totally,and awholebunchof¡®em.¡±

    Lizettaraisedaneyebrowandcrackedasmile,¡°Well,thenthankeveryoneforme,anddropatweetsayingthatallthetipsfromthislivesessionaregoingtocharity.¡±

    Yndagesturedan¡°okay¡°,andthenLizettaturnedtoHamilton,¡°Thanksforthetip.¡±

    Hamiltoughed,¡°Lizetta,I¡¯vegoteverythingsortedwiththpany.Thedirectorsaidyoucanjuseinforaninterview,howaboutteno¡¯clock?¡±

    Lizettancedatherwristwatch,¡°Surething.¡±C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

    ¡°Theetopickyouup.¡±

    ¡°Betternot,I¡¯mheadingoutnow;let¡¯smeetattheagencter.¡±

    Afterhangingup,Lizettagrabbedherbagandheadedout.

    Ynda,clutchingheptop,watchedherleaveandclickedhertongue,

    ¡°Liz,gettingdown tobusinessandmakingbank,you¡¯rethebest;gogo,

    Lizettawavedbackatherandclosedthedoorbehindher.

    Herinterviewwentsupersmooth,andaftersigningwithHamilton¡¯pany,LizettabecamethedanceinstructorforEchoVerseBoys,movingintotheboyband¡¯strainingdorm.arrangedbytheagencythatsameday.

    Thefollowingweek,LizettawasallhustleandhardlysawRemingtonandEvelina.Theyseemedtohavefadedoutofherlife,leavinghertoenjoysomerarepeaceandfulfillment.

    Thatevening,afterfinalizingthechoreography<strong>for</strong>a<strong>song</strong>withHamiltonandthecrew,andafteralongboutofintense<strong>training</strong>,theyall<strong>decided</strong>togrababiteoutsidetounwind.

    EventhoughLizetta,whowaspregnant,atemorethanusual,shecouldn¡¯tkeepupwiththebigappetiteoftheguys.Oncefull,shesaidgoodbyetoHamiltonandtheothersandsteppedout<strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong>privateroom.

    <strong>The</strong>restaurantboastedatraditionaldesign.AsLizettapassedbyanotherprivateroom,thedoorswungopenwithawaitersteppingout.

    <strong>Instinctively</strong>,Lizettancedthatwayandstoppeddeadinhertracks.Fivepeoplesatsound<strong>the</strong>tableinsidetheroom,andasluckwouldhaveit,Lizetteknewthemsti

    RemingtonandEvelinawerecozieduptogether,andnexttothemsettheHarbomeparentsandHanna,withEvelinashylyservingfoodtoRemington

    Hannaandraseemedtobejokingaboutsomething,bothwearingsmiles.KevinwastoastingRemington,theman¡¯slongfingerspoisedoverhisss,lookingreadytodinksseswithhisfuturefather¨Cinw.

    Theatmospherewassupercozy,withparentsmeetingandgettingalongfamously.Lizetta¡¯sfeetpaused onlyforamoment,thenshequicklylookedawayandcontinuedtowardtherestroom.

    Whatshe didn¡¯texpectwastohearEvelinaandra¡¯svoicesjustassheenteredastall,

    ¡°Eve,howareyoufeeling?Anybetter?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯mfinenow;justgotawhiffoffishthatmademequeasy¡±

    ¡°Fishysmellsdotriggermorningsickness.Thatwasmybadforevenorderingthatdish,anddamnRemington,insistingyoulovefish!¡±

    ¡°Mom!It¡¯snotRemington¡¯sfault.IsaidPwantedfish,soheordereditforme.¡±

    ¡°Yourenotevenmarriedintothefamilyyetandyou¡¯realreadybendingoverbackwardsforhim?LookslikeI¡¯llhavetochatwithhismoteraboutmovinguptheengagementdate,can¡¯thavemydaughtersoeagertotietheknot.¡±

    ¡°Mom,stop.Let¡¯sheadback;thebaby¡¯sgettinghungry.

    Evelina¡¯scoyvoicefloatedup,andLizettastoodfrozeninthestallforalongwhile.So,itturnedout,todaywasreallythedayRemingtonandEvelinaweremeetingeachother¡¯sparents,talkingengagement andweddingdatesandall.

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    Lizettajuststeppedoutoftherestroom,didn¡¯theadbacktotheprivateroom,andInsteadtookabreatherbythedesertedrockeryinthe courtyard,

    Shelookeduptofindthecity¡¯sstarryskysmotheredbyafoggyhazeoflights,notasinglestarinsightafteragoodlongsearch.

    Totallyboredoutofherskull,shethenheardavoicefrombehindinterruptinghersolitude.

    ¡°Lizetta?Whatareyoudoinghere?¡±

    SheturnedaroundtofindEvelinaandHannaarminarm,standingacoupleofstepsawayliketheywereasthickasthieves.

    Lizetta¡¯sbrowsfurrowedjustatad.ShehadonlysteppedoutforsomefreshairbecausesheheardEvelinaandrawereheadinghome fordinner.

    Hadsheknownshe¡¯dbumpintothemeverywhere,shewould¡¯veshotHamiltonamessageandbailedearly.

    ShegaveHannaapolitenod,¡°Iwasheregrabbingabitewithfriends;we¡¯rejustabouttoheadout.¡±

    Shestartedtowalkoff,butHanna¡¯svoicestoppedhercold,¡°Haltrightthere!¡±

    Theywereblockingherpath,soLizettahadnochoicebuttostopandfaceHanna,¡°Somethingelse?¡±

    Hannafrned,¡°Don¡¯tyouknowanymanners?Can¡¯tevengreetyoureldersproperly?¡±

    Lizettafounditquitughable.WithRemingtonandEvelinatalkingmarriage,didHannastillexpecthertoythedoormatbridelikein theolddays?

    ¡°Sorry,buthowshouldIaddressyounow?¡±

    ¡°What¡¯swiththatattitude!¡±C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

    Hannawasfuming,handraised topLizetta,whocaughtHanna¡¯swristmid air,

    ¡°Yourattitudetowardsmedictatesmyattitudetowardsyou.Isthatsohardtograsp?¡±

    Hanna¡¯sfacewasathundercloud;Evelinasteppedinto pullherback.

    ¡°Mrs.Dashiell,pleasecalmdown.Sis,Mrs.Dashiell¡¯sbeenworryingoverJoseph¡¯s healthandisn¡¯tfeelinggreatherself.Couldyoumaybenotrileheruponpurpose?Afterall,sheisourelder.Iknowyou¡¯reupsetseeingmewithher,butifyouhaveanyissues,takeitoutonme.¡±

    Hannapulledherhandback,pattingEvelina¡¯s.

    ¡°Eve¡¯sthesweethearthere,alwaysunderstandingandconsiderate,thematchforRemington,theonequalifiedtobeMrs.Dashiell.¡±

    ThelooksheshotLizettawasfullofdisdain.Evelina¡¯scheeksblushedbutsheshotLizettasmuglookonthesly.

    Lizettawatchedcoollyandletoutugh,¡°Soallthatbrown¨Cnosingonlygother¡®theonequalified¡°?Fromthewayyoutwoaregettingonlikeahouseonfire,Ithoughtforsureandacedit.¡±

    Evelina¡¯sexpressionstiffened,whileHannasneered.

    ¡°I¡¯mjustkeepingEvehumble.There¡¯splentyofroomforhertogrow,andonceshe¡¯spartofthefamily,I¡¯llteachherstepbystep.Atleast she¡¯snotalostcauselikeyou,afterallthatteachingandstillinthenegatives!¡±

    Lizettacouldn¡¯tbebotheredtoargue,andshenodded,¡°Sure,canIgonow?

    Shehadanairofnonchnceasifshecouldn¡¯tcareless.HannaandEvelinawereevenmoreirked,Hannawithafurrowedbrow.

    ¡°RemingtonandEvearegettingengaged, andhe¡¯salreadypoured30millionintotheHawthorneGroupasabetrothalgift.I¡¯mheretonighttomeetwithEve¡¯sparentstodiscussthe engagement,andIdon¡¯tcarewhyyou¡¯rehere,butI¡¯mwarningyou,don¡¯tyoudaremaketrouble!¡±

    Hanna¡¯stonesuggestedshesuspectedLizettaofstalkingthemtocauseascene.Lizettalookeddown,aself¨Cdeprecatingsmileonherlips,andwhenshelookedupagain,herfacewasbeamingwithabright,sunnysmile.

    ¡°You¡¯vegotitallwrong.Myfriendsarewaitingforme;youcancheckifyoudon¡¯tbelieveme.I¡¯vegotrestinwreckinganyone¡¯smarriage, andIsincerelywishyoubothget everythingyoudesiretonight.¡±

    Withthatsaid,Lizettamovedtoleave,butEvelinasuddenlygrabbedher,asking,¡°Sis,doyoureallywishmeandRemingtonwell?¡±

    Lizetta wasbeyondannoyed,butwithoutamoment¡¯shesitation,shesmiledandnodded,

    ¡°Bestwishesaround!Hurryupandtietheknot;just don¡¯tforgettosendmeaninvite.¡±

    Notthatshehadanyintentionofgoing.She¡¯dhadherfillofbeingMrs.Dashiell.SinceEvelinawassokeenonit,shecouldmarryintothe DashiellfamilyforallLizettacared.ShewishedEvelinaluckinbingtheperfectdaughter¨CinwunderHanna¡¯stutge.

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    LizettawaslostinthoughtwhenEvelinasuddenlylethergoandbatherlip,tem,whatareyoudoingoutheretoo?¡±

    Lizettafeltachillrundownherspine,andcheinstinctivelyturnedherheadtoseeRemingtonstandingtanddistinctunderthecorridor nottoofaraway

    Thecarousellightsdancedonhisface,castingchangingshadowsthatobscuredhisgaze.ButLizettaknewhewasstaringrightather,herheartgaveasharptwingeofpain,andherthroatfeltlikeitwasbeingsqueezed,makingithardtobreathe.

    ¡°Excuseme,Igottasplit.

    Sheblurtedout,readytomakeherescape.ButsinceEvelinaandHannawereblockingtherockeryentranceandtheyhadn¡¯tbudged, Lizettawasstuck

    Andjustthen,Remingtonhadalreadymadehiswayover

    ¡°You¡¯vebeenouthereforawhile,Igotworriedandcametocheck

    Heapproached,addressedHanna,andthenturnedhisgazetoEvelina,¡°Gotsomefreshairstillfeelingqueasy?¡±

    Evelinalookedupwithasweetsmile,¡°I¡¯mfeelingbetternow.Remington,<em>you</em>don¡¯tfindpregnantwomentoomuchofahassle,doyou? Can¡¯teven standthesmelloffishorbooze

    Hereyesandbrowswereflirtatious,andRemingtonlookeddownather,asmiletuggingathislips.

    ¡°NotatallI¡¯vealreadytoldthestafftoclearoutthealcohndseafood,soyouwon¡¯tfenymore.It¡¯schillyout;let¡¯sheadback.¡±

    Evelinanoddedobediently,andHannasmiledwithrelief,sayingtoEvelina,¡°See,mysonwho¡¯scluelessaboutromanceanddoesn¡¯tknowhowtotakecareofanyoneseemstohavefinallycaughton.¡±

    ¡°Mrs.Dashiell.¡±

    Evelina¡¯scheeksflushed,andsheturnedtoLizettawhohadbeenleftoutinthecold.

    ¡°Remi,wejustbumpedintoLizetta.Whydon¡¯twe invitehertojoinus?¡±

    Remington¡¯s gazefinallyshiftedcoldlytoLizetta,justafleetingnce,andthenitwasgoneasifhe¡¯dmerelyncedataninsignificantstranger.

    Hisvoicewasascoldasshatterediceashesaid, ¡°Shejustsaidshewasleaving,let¡¯snotholdherup.We¡¯lljustremembertosendheraninvitter.¡±

    HannaimmediatelytookEvelinawithonehandandtuggedatRemingtonwiththeother.

    ¡°Yeah,let¡¯sheadback;thefood¡¯sgettingcold.Evecan¡¯teatanythingcoldwhileshe¡¯spregnant.Remington,wetwoshouldapany Evetohercheck¨Cuptomorrow<em>,</em>okay?¡±Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.

    Yeahgotit

    Theychattedastheywalkedaway,leavingLizettabehind.Sheleanedontherockery,unwittinglypressingtoohard,andtheroughstonesleftadeepmarkonherpalm,thepainspreadingthroughoutherbody.

    Lizettasuddenlypulledherhandback,tookadeepbreath,whippedoutherphone,andstartedtextingHamiltonwhileheadingtowardstheexit.Shewantedtoheadbackfirst.

    Theeveninglightswerejusingon,anditwasn¡¯teasytohacab.

    Aftersendingthemessageandwalkingoutoftherestaurant,Lizettawaslookingdownather phobookaridewhenshecollidedwithsomeone,causingtheother¡¯sphodrop.

    ¡°Watchwhereyou¡¯regoing!¡±Thepersoinedfirst.

    Lizettathoughtshewasatfaultfor notlookingandidentallyrunningintosomeone,andsheapologizedinstinctively.

    Tmsorry¡±shebentdowntohelppickupthephonebutsomeonesuddenlygrabbedherarmandyankedherup.

    Lizettafrowned,lookinguptoseeadrunkenmiddle¨Cagedman.

    ¡°Miss,yousmashedmyphoneandthinkaquicksorrywillcutit?That¡¯snotsincere.Yougottamakeituptomewithadrink.Comeon,let¡¯sgobackin.¡±

    Lizettawastakenabackandgotdraggedafewstepsbeforeshestartedtostruggle.

    ¡°Letgoallingthecops.¡®

    ¡°Callthecopsforwhat?It¡¯sjustadrinkforsmashingsomeone¡¯sstuff,notabigdeal.Thecopswon¡¯tdoanything!¡±

    Theman¡¯sbuddiespickedupthebrokenphonefromtheground,andafewmenstartedtocrowdaround,tryingtocoerceLizettaintoa nearbyprivateroom.

    SomeonesnatchedthephonefromLizetta¡¯shands,andjustasshewasabouttoscream,ahandreachedouttocoverhermouth.Lizettaturnedherheadtomeetapairoffamiliar,coldanddeepeyes.

    Remingtonwasstandingafewstepsaway,watchingthescenewithadetachedgaze.

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 CapÃ­tulo 185

    Chapter185

    Remingtonhadbeenstandingthereforwhoknewhow long,watchinghergetbulliedaneredwithacold,detachedgaze.

    Lizettafeltachillinherheart,whichquicklynitedintoazeofanger.Withasuddenburstofenergy,shebrokefreeandppedthemiddle¨Cagedmanwhowasharassingherrightacrosshisface.

    Thedudewasdazedforasecond,butthenheflippedhislid,¡°Youdaretohitme?Iwasbeingnicetoyou,youlittletramp!¡±

    HeswungatLizetta,whoshuthereyestight.Butthepnevended.Instead,sheheardascream.

    Whensheopenedhereyes,therewasRemington,toweringinfrontofher.Hehadthemiddle¨Cagedman¡¯sarmtwisted,hishandsomefaceexpressionless,buthispresencesointimidatingthatthetroublemakersdidn¡¯tdaretobreathe.

    ¡°Letgoofme.¡±

    Theman,whosewristwasclutched,facewhitefromthepain,struggledasRemingtondeliveredakick.

    Theguywassentflyingintoawandcrumpledtotheground.RemingtonheldouthishandandtheguywhohadtakenLizetta¡¯sphonecautiouslyceditbackinhispalm,hisfacedrainedofcolor.

    ¡°Scram!¡±

    WithonecoldncefromRemington,itwasclearhewasn¡¯tsomeomesswith.Theothersdidn¡¯teventrytoargueandhelpedtheguy,whowassweatingfrompain,stumblezettahadbeenlookingdownthewholetime,but whenshefeltRemington¡¯sgazeonher,shelookedup.

    Shewasabouttosaysomething,butthenshesawEvelinaandHanningupbehindhim.

    Lizettadidn¡¯twanttogettangledupwiththemandfrownedasshesnatchedherphonebackfromRemington¡¯shand,saying,¡°Thanksforjustnow.They¡¯rehereforyou,gotothem.Hey,whatareyoudoing?¡±

    Beforeshecouldfinish,Remingtonhadgrabbedherwrist.Hestartedpullinghertowardstheexit,withEvelinaandHanna¡¯svoicestrailingbehindthem.

    ¡°Remi!¡±

    *Remington,whereareyougoing?Comeback!¡±

    Remingtondidn¡¯tlookback.Lizettathoughthedidn¡¯tseeorhearthemandtuggedherhand,remindinghim.They¡¯recallingyou.

    ¡°I¡¯mnotdeal.Mrs.Dashiell,look.¡±

    Evelinawatchedthemdisappear,tearswellirupandsheleanedonHanna,devastated,

    Hanna,withasternfacefortedEvelinawhileeyeingthedoor,¡°Eve,don¡¯tbeupset;it¡¯snotgoodforthebaby.¡±

    ¡°ButRemidoesn¡¯tseemtowantadivorce,nordoesheseemkeentogetengagedtome.HestillhasfeelingsforLizetta.Hewalkedawaywithherwithoutevenlookingback,andyousawittoo.

    Evelina¡¯stearsfell,andshewipedthemaway,herfaceamixofstruggleandresolve.

    ¡°Mrs.Dashiell,Idon¡¯twanttobetheotherwoman.MaybeIshouldjustgetridofthebaby.¡±HannawascountingonEvelina¡¯sbabytosaveJosephandimmediatelytightenedhergriponEvelina¡¯shand.

    ¡°Whatnonsense!Didn¡¯tRemingtonjustagreetotheengagementinfrontofLizetta?ItmustbeLizettauptosomethingagain,andthat¡¯s whyRemingtonwasmomentarilytakenawaybyher.Eve,you¡¯recarryingRemington¡¯sbaby.Ifanyone¡¯stheotherwoman,it¡¯sLizettawho¡¯sbeeninterferingwithyouandRemington.¡±

    ¡°ButRemistilldidn¡¯tagreetogetengagedtomejustnow.¡±

    EvelinahadtakenRemington¡¯searlieplianceandhisagreementtosendLizettaaweddinginvitationasasignofgenuineintent;shewasecstatic.

    ButastheyreturnedtotheprivateroomandHannabroughtuptheengagementagain,kemington¡¯sfaceturnedcold,hesaidthere¡¯dbenoengagement,andthenleft.

    ItwasthenEvelinarealizedhehadneverintendedtogetengagedtoher,andhisearlieractionswerejusttoprovokeLizetta.C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

    WatchingasRemingtonleftwithLizetta,Evelinafeltnothingbutbitternessandjealousy.

    ¡°Don¡¯tworry,IwillmakesureRemingtondivorcesLizetta,¡±Hannapromised.

    Meanwhile,RemingtonhaddraggedLizettatotheparkinglotandopenedthepassengersidedoorforher.

    ButLizettajuststoodthere,lookingathim,¡°Icangetbackbymyself.Isn¡¯titabitroughtoleaveyourfianc¨¦ehanging?¡±

    She reallydidn¡¯tgetRemington¡¯sdeal. HewassupposedtobediscussingengagementnswithEvelinatonight,yetheditchedEvelinaandtookherawayinstead.

 CapÃ­tulo 186

    Chapter186Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Oneminutehewasthisway,thenexthewasthatway,hadhegoneschizoorwhat?

    ¡°Ihaven¡¯tevendivorcedyet;wherewoulda¡®fianceeefrom?¡±RemingtonlookeddownatLizettawithamockinggaze.

    ¡°Butdidn¡¯tyoujustsayyouweregoingtosendmeaweddinginvite?¡±Lizettawaspuzzled.

    Remingtonsnorted,¡°Wasn¡¯tthatyourlinefirst?¡±

    ¡°Ineversaidthat,shebegantoretortinstinctively,underhisicystare.

    Thenithitherthatitwasindeedherwhohadfirstmentionednotforgettingtosendheraweddinginvite,inconversationwithEvelina,and justsohappenedtobeoverheardbyRemington.Shecouldn¡¯thelpbutclenchherfingers.

    WasRemingtonjusttryingtogetariseoutofher?Lizettagotannoyed,¡°So,aren¡¯tyouguysmeetingtheparentstodaytotalkabout engagement?¡±

    Remingtonletoutachuckle,¡°Bigamyisjailtime,youknow.¡±

    Athiswords,Lizettasuddenlyfeltasenseofrelief,anditwasonlythensherealizedshecouldn¡¯tgenuinelywishhimandEvelinawell, norwassheasindifferentasshethoughtshewas.

    ¡°OK.¡±

    ¡°Areyougettinginthecaryourself,ordoIneedtohelpyou?¡±Remingtonfrowned,clearlyrunningoutofpatience.

    Headbowed,Lizettagotintothecarwithoutfurtherobjection.

    Asingasettledintothedriver¡¯sseat,Lizettawrinkledherlittlenose,¡°You¡¯vebeencanyouevendrive?¡±

    Therewasafaintsmellofalcoholonhim.Withoutlookingather,Remingtonsmoothly.pulledthecaroutoftheparkingspacewithone handandsimplyreplied,¡°Didn¡¯tdrink.¡±

    Lizettawas takenabackagain;shehadclearlyseenKevintoastingRemingtonearlier.IfRemingtonwastrulynningtomarry Evelina,therewasnowayhecouldrefuseadrinkfromhisfuturefather¨Cinw.

    Seemedliketheengagementtalkwasallsmokeandmirrors.ProbablyEvelinaandramadeupthoserestroomwhispersonpurpose afterseeingher,andEvelinaandHannawerefoolinghertoo.

    Lizetta¡¯sexpressionsoftened,andsheunconsciouslyletoutalong-heldsighofrelief.Realizingherownhappiness,Lizettabithertongue,findingherselfridiculouslyamusing.

    Shehadsaidshewantedtoletgo,tobefreeandeasy,yethereshewas,gettingallworkedupagain.Besides,Remingtononlysaidhe wouldn¡¯tgetengagednowbecausesheandheweren¡¯tofficiallydivorcedyet!

    Itdidn¡¯tmeanhewouldn¡¯tgetengagedormarriedtoEvelinainthefuture.Itwasjustamatteroftime,sowhatwasthereforhertobeso excitedandhopefbout?Talkedaboutbeingpathetic.

    ¡°Address.¡±

    Nexttoher,Remington¡¯scoolvoicebroughther back tothepresent,andLizettaquicklygave

    himtheaddress.

    ItwastheaddressofthenewapartmentsheandYndahadrented,aceRemingtonhadneverbeento.

    ItwasonlythenthathelookedatLizettaagain,¡°Whyaren¡¯tyoustayingatthe¡®friendly¡®senior¡¯sceanymore?¡±

    Histonewassarcastic.Lizettashothimalook,¡°Don¡¯tknowwhatyou¡¯retalkingabout.¡±

    Remingtonletoutasoftchuckleanddidn¡¯tdwellonit.Afterall,hermovingoutfromHogan¡¯sapartmentwassomethingthatmadehimfeel ratherpleased.

    Becauseofthis,hisvoicesoftenedabitashesaid,¡°Idon¡¯tknowtheway;set upthenavigation.¡±

    ¡°Alright.¡±

    Leaningforward,Lizettasetthenavigation,andthevoicepromptsstarted.

    Thecarridewassmooth,andtheatmosphereinsidewasunusuallycalm,themostpeacefulithadbeeninawhile.

    Lizettathoughtperhapsitwas becausethey hadbothdecidedtoletgoandwereworkingtowwhichmadetheirinteractionslessfraughtwithtension.

    Shepulledoutawet wipetocleanherphoneandhands.

    Thinkingbacktothepshehadgivenearlier,Lizettafeltthelingeringdisgustonherhand.andmeticulouslycleanedherself.Then, recallingthatRemingtonhadalsograbbedthatguy¡¯shand,sheofferedwithout thinking,¡°Doyouwanttocleanittoo?¡±

    Asshespoke,shepulledoutanotherwetwipeandhelditouttoRemington.Unexpectedly,Remingtondidn¡¯ttakeitbutinsteadstretched hishandtowardsher,¡°I¡¯mdriving.¡±

    Clearly,hewantedhertodothehonors.Lizetta,lookingathisoutstretched,long¨Cfingeredhand,instantlyregrettedheroffer.

    Butnow,nothelpingwouldbeawkwardandwouldmakeherseemungratefndpretentious.Afterabriefpause,LizettatookRemington¡¯shandandstartedmeticulouslywipinghispalmandfingerswiththewetwipe.

    Asshewiped hislongringfinger,hermovementsslowed,andhergazefellonthering.

    ¡°Whyareyoustillwearingyourweddingring?¡±

 CapÃ­tulo 187

    Chapter187

    Heneverusedtowearitbefore,butnowthattheirmarriagehashitrockbottom,hewassuddenlyaboutthatweddingband,clingingtoitlikealifeline.

    ThinkingaboutRemingtonshackingupinthemaritalhomeatOakridgeHeightsduringthistimemadeLizetta¡¯sheartskipabeat,likesomeonehadchuckedastone intoacalmpondoutofnowhere.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Butthen,Remingtonabruptlypulledhishandaway,givingherafrostylook,andsaid,¡°Don¡¯toverthinkit;Ijustforgottotakeitoff.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯sheart,alreadyamessofemotions,frozeoverwiththosewords.Sheforcedasmile,stiffandawkward,andsaid,¡°Letmehelpyoutakeitoffthen.¡±

    AsshereachedforRemington¡¯shandagain,hefrowned,¡°I¡¯mdrivinghere;stopdistractingme.¡±

    Lizettastaredathissternprofile,herminddriftingbacktothefirsttimeRemingtonhadputon theweddingring.

    Bythen,they¡¯dbeenlegallymarriedrovertmonths.He¡¯djustreturnedfromabroad,andthatevening,hewasinhisstudy.She¡¯dburstin, giddywithexcitement,holdingtheringbox.

    ¡°Remi,guesswhatI¡¯vegot?¡±Shestoodthere,ringboxinhandbehindherback.

    Remington,eyesgluedtohisdocuments,repliedwithanindifferenttone,¡°Idon¡¯tknow.¡±

    Shewalkeduptohim,¡°Comeon,takeaguess.¡±

    Hefrowned,¡°Lizetta,I¡¯mbusy;getout.¡±

    ¡°Ok¡±shefeltastingbutrefusedtobackdown.Instead,shekneltbesidehimononeknee,Itupwithaforcedsmile,unabletocontain herselffromrevealingthesecretsheheldbehindherback.

    ¡°DummyRemi,it¡¯sourweddingrings!Letmeputitonyou;seeifitfits,okay?¡±

    Sheopenedthevelvetboxandreachedforhishandwiththering.Butheabruptlyliftedhishand,hisvoicegrave,¡°I¡¯mabouttostartavideoconference; leavenow.¡±

    Feelingbothhurtandembarrassed,shestilldidn¡¯tgiveup.Clingingtohisleg,stubbornandwilful,sheinsisted,¡°Putiton,andI¡¯llleave.If not,I¡¯mstickingaroundallnight,andyouwon¡¯tbeabletodoyourvideoconference!¡±

    Hemusthavebeenfedupwithhernagging,sohelethersliptheringontohisfinger.Shewasthrilled,pecked himquicklyonthecheek,andskippedoutofthestudy.

    Thatnight,shyinbed,staringattheringonherfingerandgrinninglikeafool.Sheevenhadabeautifuldreamabouttheirwedding, wheretheyexchangedringsandtooktheirvowssolemnly.

    Butcamemorning,shefoundthathe¡¯dtakentheringoffagain,andfromthenon,he¡¯donlywearitwhentheywenttovisitFionaatthe familyhouse.

    Backthen,herheartwasazewithpassion,andshewasbold.EvenifRemingtonobjected,she¡¯dshamelesslypesterhim untilheworethatweddingring.

    Butnow, herhearthadcooled,andevenaskinghimwhyhestillworeittookgatheringhalfaday¡¯scourage.Shedidn¡¯tevenwanttoseehimwith thatringanymore,itwasaneyesore.

    LizettastubbornlyfixedhergazeonRemington,saying,¡°It¡¯llbequick.IpromiseIwon¡¯tdisturbyourdriving.Besides,Iforcedthatringon youinthepast,soit¡¯sonlyrightI¡¯mtheotakeitoffnow,tobringthingsfullcircle.¡±

    Rightoncue,the trafficlightturnedred.Remingtonstoppedthecar,andLizettacrackedasmile,¡°Seemslikefateagrees.¡±

    Shereachedforhishand,buthedodgedhergrasp.Lizettawastakenaback,staringathiminconfusion.

    Remingtonlookedbackather,¡°Youreallydon¡¯twantmewearing itthatmuch?¡±

    Shenoddedslightly,andadarklookshedinRemington¡¯sdeepeyes.Hescoffed,¡°Fine.¡±

    Heslippedtheringoffhimselfbut,inthenextinstant,rolleddownthewindow,turned,andflungtheringoutwithforce.

    ¡°Remington!¡±

    Lizettasawhisaction,herheart jolted,andshealmostinstinctivelyreachedoutofthecarwindowonhisside,asiftryingtocatchsomething.

    Remingtonturnedback,grabbed Lizetta¡¯swrist,andyankedhercloser,bridgingthegapbetweenthem

    Headherdown,upcloseandpersonal,¡°Yousaiditwasabother,Itossedit,sowhythefuss?¡±

 CapÃ­tulo 188

    Chapter188

    Lizettawasgettingthedeathstarefromhim,anditfeltlikeherhearthadjustshriveledupintoatightknot.

    Herthroatwasdryasabone,likeitwasstuffewithcottonthatwasslowlysoakingupwater,makingithardandpainfultoswallow,lc.alonebreathe.

    Afterabeat,shemanagedashrugandasmile,¡°Thatmen¡¯sringmightnothavethebiggestdiamond,butitsurewasn¡¯tcheap.Noneedtotossitjustbecauseyou¡¯renotwearingit.¡±

    Remingtonsnortedimpassively,¡°Ifitbugsyouthatmuch,feelfreeto hopoutandlookforitnow.

    Forasec,Lizettaactuallyconsideredbailingoutofthecar.Shewasgrippingherpantssotighttostopherselffrommakingthatpatheticmoveandjustshookherhead,¡°Aslongasyou¡¯renottornupaboutit.¡±

    Remingtonncedathernonchntactandletoutaself¨Cmockingsmirk;thenheletgoofwhateverhewasholdingonto.

    Lizettaeasedbackintoherseat,andthemanwithdrewhisicygaze,adding,¡°WhatdoIhavetobetornupabout?WhenIremarry,I¡¯lljustbuyabetterone.¡±

    Lizettafeltstungabit,butshenoddedandkeptquiet.

    Therestoftheride,neitherofthemspokeaword.WhenRemington¡¯scarpulleduptotheneighborhood entrance,Lizettafinallybrokethesilence.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    ¡°Noneedtogoanyfurther;I¡¯lljustgetouthereonthecurb.Thanksforbailingmeouttodayandfortheride.¡±

    Remingtondidn¡¯trespond,butheslowedthecartoastopbytheroadside.

    Asitareachedforthedoor,shefinallyheardhisvoicefrombehind.Heasked,¡°How¡¯sthpensationgoing?The3million?¡±

    Lizettaturnedaround,¡°Onemonth¡¯stime,19daysleft.Iremembertheagreement.¡±

    ¡°Good,getout!¡±

    Sheopenedthedoor,steppedout,andtheCullinandidn¡¯twasteasecond,speedingoffrightaway.

    Lizettastoodthereonthecurb,watchingthecardisappearintothedistancebeforeshefinallystartedwalkingtowardsheplex.

    Thenextday,whileLizettawastweakingsomedancemovesforHamiltonandtherest,shegotacall¨CJosephhadtakenaturnfortheworseandwasbackinthehospital.

    Shewasbesideherselfwith worry,rushingtothehospitalonlytofindthatshecouldn¡¯tseeJoseph,butinsteadranintoHannawaitingoutsidehisroom.

    HannacrossedherarmsassheeyedLizetta,¡°Gottaadmit,youshowingupsofastshowsyou¡¯vestillgotashredofconscience;seemslikeyoudocareaboutJosephafterall.¡±

    Lizettasteppedcloser,¡°How¡¯shedoing?Istherpseforreal,oristhisjustanotheroneofyourtricks?¡±

    Hanna¡¯seyesturnedfrosty,¡°Iwouldnevercursmyownson!¡±

    Lizettafiguredshehadapointandlookedconcerned,¡°Iwanttoseehim.¡±

    Shemovedtopushthedoortohis room,butHannagrabbedherhand,uttering,¡°Hejustgotashotandissleeping.Don¡¯tdisturbhim.Comewithmeforachat.¡±

    Hannaledthewaytotheemergencyexit,andLizettatookaquickpeekthroughthewindowIntotheroom,spottedJosephasleep,and thenturnedtofollowHanna.

    Astheyenteredtheemergencyexit,Hannacutstraighttothechase,¡°IheardfromEvethatyouandRemingtonhavesignedthedivorce papers;isthattrue?¡±

    Lizettanodded,¡°Yeah,it¡¯sdone.¡±

    ¡°Youneedtopayback3millionfortheagreementtotakeeffect?¡±

    LizettahadshowntheagreementtoEvelinatogetthecontractwithSkywardStudios.Clearly,EvelinahadbbedtoHanna.Lizetta noddedagain,¡°That¡¯sright.¡±

    Hannasneeredinwardly.Thiswasn¡¯tRemingtonwantingadivorce.3millionwaschumpchangetoRemington.Ifhereallywantedout,whybringupthemoney?

    HeprobablyfiguredLizettacouldn¡¯tcoughupthecash,andthatwashiswayofdragginghisfeet.

    ButHannaknewhersontoowell.SinceRemingtonhadsignedthepapers,ifLizetta actually camsick,

    withthe3million,hispridewouldforcehimtokeephisword,evenifitmadehimregret.

    Noturningbackthen.AndherjobnowwastohelpLizettagetthatmoneyASAP.Giveheranudge,andcutoffanychanceofa reconciliationforgood.

 CapÃ­tulo 189

    Chapter189

    Youthinkyoucanrakein3million?Lizetta,you¡¯rereallyjustputtingonashow,aren¡¯tyou?YounevernnedtoleavetheDashiell family,didyou?¡±

    Hanna wasdrippingwithdisdain.Lizettahadnerevenworkedadayinherlife,justaleechonthefamily.

    WithouttheDashiellfamily,wherewouldLizetteupwith3million?Itwasalljustyinghardtoget.

    HannaneverhidherdislikeandcontemptforLizetta.Inhereyes,Lizettawaslikefromragstoriches¨Cwhywouldsheletgosoeasily?

    Lizettaknewthisalltoowendtriedto staycondcollected,¡°Don¡¯tworry.Isignedthedivorcepapers,whichmeansI¡¯mdeterminedtogothroughwithit.¡±

    ButHannawas stillskeptical,¡°Swearonyourlife.¡±

    Lizettughed,¡°Believeitornot,it¡¯suptoyou.Idon¡¯thavetomakeyoubelieveme.I¡¯mheretoseeJosephtoday.Ifyoudon¡¯thaveanythingelse,I¡¯llbeonmyway.¡±

    AsLizettaturnedtoleave,Hannagrabbedher,tauntingher,¡°You¡¯retooscaredtoswear!Showingyourtruecolorsnow,aren¡¯tyou?¡±

    Lizettafrowned,¡°There¡¯snoneedtoprovokeme.Ifyoudon¡¯tbelievemymakesnodifference.ThedeadlineRemingtonandIagreedupon isjustovertendaysaway.Chillout,you¡¯llseewhathappenssoon enough.

    Butifyoukeeppesteringme,andIgetallriledupandchangemymind,don¡¯tmemeifIdecidenottogothroughwiththedivorce.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯rethreateningme?!¡±Hannawasfurious.

    Lize¡­pulledherhandaway,¡°Ifthat¡¯swhatyouthink,thensobeit.¡±

    HannawatchedLizetta,feelingalumpinherchest.Shewasnothinglikethedocilepromisingdaughter¨Cinwfrombefore.Sheseemedseriousthis time.

    ButtheDashiellfamilycould kickherout,turnherintoanoutcast.Lizetta,apitifulcreatureraisedbytheDashiellfamily,actingallhighandmightyasifthefamilywassomekindofhellhole?

    Hannawasextremelyufortableandtookadeepbreathbeforenodding,¡°Ifthat¡¯sthecase,thenthere¡¯snoneedtowaitanotherten days.Here¡¯sthe3millionI¡¯veprepared.ContactRemingtonnowandgotoCityHalltogetthepaperworkdone.¡±

    ShepulledoutabankcardfromherbagandhandedittoLizetta,whoncedatitandshookherhead,¡°Idon¡¯tneedit.¡±

    ¡°Oh,youdon¡¯tneedit,orisitthatyoureallydon¡¯tnongettingadivorce?Lizetta,ifithadn¡¯tbeenfortheDashiellfamilytakingyouin14yearsago,you¡¯dprobablybedeadinaditch

    Youshouldbegratefndknowyour ceainder

    YouandRemingtonwerefeverinthesameleague,andifitwasn¡¯tforthedisgracefulthingyou didfouryearsago,andthewayyoucharmedanddeceivedFionaintotakingyourside,wouldyouhavebeMrs.Dashiell?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.

    LizettahadalwaysknownwhatHannathoughtind thatmostpeopleprobablysharedheropinion

    Butshedidn¡¯trealizejusthowuglyandhurtfulthosewordscouldsouningfromHannel¡¯smouth,andhowmuchshecouldn¡¯tbear them.Heplexionturnedpale,herhandsclenched,andshereiterated.

    I<em></em>willgetadivorce,andI¡¯mnottakingyourcardbecauseRemingtonandIagreedthatIwouldpaybackthismoneywithmyownabilities, notbyyingtrickstostallfortime.Restassured,evenifIhavetodrawmyblood,sellmyorgansorbegonthestreets,Iwillpayback everypennyofthose2million

    Hercleareyesreddened,buttheywerefilledwithdetermination.

    HannalookedatLizetta,andafteramoment,shesmirkedslightly,tuckingthecardbackintoherpurse,¡°Alright,I¡¯lltakeyourwordforitthistime.Justdon¡¯tgobacktoyingthehigh¨Cand¨Cmightypoorgir

    Lizettasmiled,¡°SoonceI¡¯vepaidbackthismoney,willthatmeanI¡¯mdonewiththeDashiellfamily?

    Nolongerhavingtocarrytheheavyburdenofgratitude,nolongerlookeddownuponbyHannaeveryday,deprivedofself¨Crespect.

    Justaslongasshepaidbackthose3milliondors,shecouldfinallystandupstraightandbeifherownlife.

 CapÃ­tulo 190

    Chapter190

    Hannachuckled,¡°Alright,aslongasyoumakeacleanbreakanddivorceRemingtonlickety¨Csplit,you¡¯resquarewiththeDashiell family.I¡¯mnotaheartlesselder,afterall.YougrewupwiththeDashiells,andifyoueverhitaroughpatchaneknocking,I¡¯lllenda handforJoseph¡¯ssake.¡±

    Lizettasureasheckwouldn¡¯tgobeggingtoHanna.ShejustgaveHannaafaintsmileandturnedtoswingopentheemergencyexitdoor.

    WhatLizettahadn¡¯tanticipatedwasasshebarelytookafewsteps,shebumpedintoRemington,whowassteppingoutoftheadjacent elevator.

    Theman¡¯sgazesweptoverher,pausingonLizetta¡¯spalefaceandreddenedeyes.Lizettafroze,andthenquicklyduckedherhead.

    ¡°Remington?¡±Bythen,Hannahadalsoemergedfromtheemergencyexit.

    Remington¡¯seyesflickeredthoughtfullybetweenthetwowomen.Hannahurriedover,exining,¡°LizettacametoseeJoseph.Wejust hadachatabouthisillness,andLizettagotallteary¨Ceyedbecauseshe¡¯ssoworriedabouthim.¡±

    ¡°Really?¡±Remington¡¯seyeslockedontoLizetta.

    Lizettaliftedherhead,hereyesnowclearanddry,andnodded,¡°I¡¯veseenJoseph.Can¡¯tdomuchmorehere,soI¡¯mheadingout.¡±

    Shesteppedforwardandpressedtheelevatorbutton.

    Hannawalkedoverandtuggedat Remington,¡°RemingtonewithmetoseeDr.James.Isn¡¯thethespecialistyoubroughtin forJoseph?WhyisJoseph¡¯sconditionstillgettingworse?¡±

    Lizettancedattheman¡¯sretreatingfigureandsteppedintotheelevator.

    Buemingtonpaused,lookingdownatHannawithanintimidatinggaze,¡°Whatdidyoujustsaytoher?¡±

    Hannafrowned,¡°Areyouquestioningme?WhatcouldIhavesaid?JusttalkedaboutJoseph¡¯sillness.¡±

    Remingtonstared atHanna,hislipscurlingslightly,¡°DoyouneedtosneakintoanemergencyexittodiscussJoseph¡¯sillness?¡±

    Seeingshecouldn¡¯tbluffherwayout,Hannasnapped,¡°Ididn¡¯tsaymuch.Iheardyou.signedthedivorcepapers,soIwasjustcheckingif it¡¯strue.¡±

    ¡°Whotoldyouwesigneddivorcepapers?¡±Remington¡¯seyesturnedicy.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    HehadtoldnooneaboutthedivorceagreementwithLizetta.Asfarashewasconcerned,thatagreementwasmeanttobevoidedsooneroter.

    toldmeherwouldknowHannascowled.

    addedwithaser,Remington,she¡¯sgotherwingsnowandshe¡¯sdeadsetondivorceensoldmeshe¡¯ddrawherblood,selfherorgansorbegonthestreetstopaybackthe3millionandbedonewithourfamily.I¡¯vealreadyagreedto it.¡±

    Remington¡¯sfistsclenchedsuddenly,storm ckisbrewinginhiseyes.Great,she¡¯dratherbleeddrythanbeclearofhim.Thatwomantrulycouldn¡¯twaittobroadcasttheirdivorcetothewholeworld.

    <em>¡°</em>Pennington,she¡¯sheartlessnow,don¡¯tyougosoftonheragain.TheDashiellfamilyraisedherforyears,treatingherlikeapamperedy.AfterowingsomuchtotheDashiells,notonlyissheungrateful,butnowsheharborsagrudge.¡±

    Hanna¡¯smockerywascutshortbyRemington¡¯scoldinterruption.

    <em>¡°</em>SheneverowedtheDashiellfamilyanything!¡±

    ¡°Howcanshenotoweus?¡±

    ¡°Shesavedgrandma¡¯slife,thatalonemakesitourdutytoprovideforher.Andsinceshemarriedme,she¡¯smyrightfulwife.Doesn

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    When Lizetta stepped out of the elevator, her face was back to its sereneposure, but Inside, the

    hurt was raw. She felt a sense of relief that she hadn¡¯t broken down in tears.

    Truth be told, she was pretty wiped out. She had been running around like a headless chicken,

    catching barely four to five hours of sleep a night, especially now that she was preggers and could

    really use some extra z¡¯s.

    But deep down, she felt a buzz of happiness, convinced it was all worth it. Sweet Just a little longer,

    and she¡¯d have the 3 million in the bag to pay back Remington, and she wouldn¡¯t owe the Dashiell

    family squat.

    From then on, she could chill out and just do her own thing. Taking a deep breath, Lizetta straightened

    her spine even more and lifted her head with a smile.

    But she hadn¡¯t expected to bump into Evelina and ra right off the bat

    ¡°How can you still smile when Joseph¡¯s in and out of the hospital like a yo¨Cyo?¡± ra frowned,ying

    into Lizetta.

    Evelina grabbed ra¡¯s arm, ying the peacemaker, ¡°Mom, don¡¯t be hard on her. She¡¯s obviously

    worried about Joseph too, or she wouldn¡¯t be here at the hospital¡±

    Evelina¡¯s understanding act could make Lizetta want to hurl even with her eyes closed. Lizetta didn¡¯t

    break stride and was about to breeze past them when Evelina grabbed her

    ¡°Don¡¯t stress too much about Joseph, Sis. In a few months, my baby will be here, and it¡¯s a sure bet for

    a match with him. We¡¯ll kick his illness to the curb for good.¡±

    Evelina said this with her hand on her stomach. Lizetta¡¯s gaze fell on Evelina¡¯s belly, not sure if it was

    Evelina sticking out her tummy or the kid was just thriving, but there was a slight bump already.

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing hitched, and her heart felt like it got jabbed.

    ra chuckled and patted Evelina, ¡°Silly girl, who knows if she¡¯s here for Joseph or to snag

    Remington!¡± Then she turned to Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz, I know you and Joseph are tight. Now that he¡¯s sick and could be knocking on heaven¡¯s door, only

    the bun in Eve¡¯s oven can save him. It¡¯s fate. If you really care about Joseph, you¡¯d better hustle and

    get the divorce with Remington sorted, so you don¡¯t stand in the way of Eve¡¯s engagement.¡±

    Lizetta looked down, a self¨Cdeprecating smile curling her lips. Seemed like the whole world couldn¡¯t

    wait for her and Remington to split.

    But Evelina was the other woman; what right did she have to be so bold and brazen? Lizetta lifted her

    head, a sly smile ying on her lips, ¡°Engagement? But my hubby seems to think he won¡¯t be popping

    the question to your daughter.¡±

    How can that bel Eve¡¯s carrying his child, and that kid is the key to saving his brother¡¯s life. How could

    he not marry Eve?¡± ra frowned.

    Evelina atroked her belly, ¡°Sis, Remi¡¯s just hung up on his sense of duty to you; that¡¯s all. He loves the

    baby. Don¡¯t you remember, Remi even bought a little asterold for the baby.¡±

    Lizetta suddenly gripped Evelina¡¯s wrist, ¡°Are you sure the baby you¡¯re carrying is Remington¡¯s? Well

    then, let¡¯s go do a paternity test right now.¡±

    Evelina started to panic, trying to pull away, ¡°Let gol Let go of me; I¡¯m not going!¡±

    Lizetta eyed Evelina, her eyebrows raised in amusement, ¡°Weren¡¯t you just swearing up and down that

    the kid is Remington¡¯s? What¡¯s got you scared all of a sudden?¡±

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    Evelina managed to break free from Lizetta¡¯s grip, I¡¯m not scared. I¡¯m just worried about the

    amniocentesis harming the baby!¡±

    She clung to ra, ¡°Mom, let¡¯s not get dragged into her madness. We need to hurry and see Joseph;

    I¡¯m so worried.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, let¡¯s go.¡±

    ra supported Evelina, and they both rushed into the elevator.

    Lizetta turned back to take onest look at Evelina. Her reaction was pretty intense just now. She

    couldn¡¯t actually be feeling guilty, could she?

    But then again, Remington did seem genuinely concerned about the baby in Evelina¡¯s tummy, which

    hurt Lizetta all the more whenpared to his attitude towards her own

    pregnancy.

    Love life, steer clear of Remington, and all troubles be gone! Lizetta repeated this. sentence twice in

    her head and quickly walked away.

    A weekter, Lizetta wrapped up a coboration with Skyward Studios, and her bank. ount happily

    weed a new deposit.

    Stepping out of the gamepany and into a cab, she got a call from Tina, saying Fional had passed

    out all of a sudden.

    Lizetta immediately had the driver reroute to the Dashiell family mansion.

    She burst into the mansion in a frenzy, only to find Fiona sitting in the courtyard, ¡°Grandma Fiona, why

    are you out here? Where¡¯s the doctor?¡±

    Fiona took Lizetta¡¯s hand, ¡°Be honest with me, have you and Remington really not made up?¡±

    Lizetta paused, taking a closer look at the olddy¡¯splexion, and realized she¡¯d been yed by

    her.

    She sighed, ¡°Grandma Fiona.¡±

    Flona¡¯s face fell, I may be old, but I¡¯m not senile or blind. Look at you, you¡¯re not even wearing your

    wedding ring.

    Lizetta was at a loss for words.

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    She thought back to thest time she went back to the house with Remington, how he had slipped a

    ring on her finger to pull the wool over the olddy¡¯s eyes.

    They had stood by the olddy¡¯s bed, promising to patch things up. But truth be told, they never did

    make amends. Some things one just couldn¡¯t hide under the rug.

    *Grandma Fiona, nothing forcibly done is going to be agreeable. Remi and I have decided to let each

    other go; we¡¯re really getting a divorce.¡±

    Lizetta gritted her teeth, took the olddy¡¯s hand, and decided toe clean.

    Fiona¡¯s face turned ashen, her pale lips trembling, her breathing bing ragged. Lizetta¡¯s heart

    raced, her eyes welling up with tears, I¡¯m sorry. I¡¯ve let you down. You can yell at me or give me a piece

    of your mind; just don¡¯t work yourself into a state over this!¡±

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    She patted Fiona¡¯s chest to help her calm down and then signaled to Tina to fetch the medicine. After

    popping a couple of pills, Fiona¡¯s breathing eased, and herplexion lost its ghostly pallor.

    But Lizetta was scared stiff, tears streaming down her face, soaking her cheeks. Clutching the old

    lady¡¯s frail hand, she kept on repeating, ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Grandma Fiona; so sorry.¡±

    She felt utterly ashamed facing the olddy, knowing how much she had hoped Lizetta and Remington

    would walk hand in hand through life.

    Yet she had let Fiona down; she just couldn¡¯t hang in there any longer.

    Terrified, she was afraid Fiona might be so upset by her that something terrible would happen, and

    even more scared that the olddy wouldn¡¯t forgive her and would withdraw her affection.

    But Fiona, seeing Lizetta reduced to tears, wrapped her in an embrace and soothed her, patting her

    back, uttering, ¡°Kid, stop saying sorry. I know you¡¯ve done your best. If there¡¯s someone to me, it¡¯s

    Remington that brat¡¯s fault. I¡¯m not upset, and I¡¯m not ming you either.¡±

    The olddy patted Lizetta with her frail hand just as she did when Lizetta was a child.

    Lizetta leaned on the olddy¡¯s stooped shoulder, her tears flowing even more, choking on her words,

    ¡°Thank you for not ming me, Grandma Fiona.¡±

    There, there, no more tears. Tell me, is it all because of that Evelina? Just spill the beans, I¡¯ve got your

    back!¡±

    Fiona let go of Lizetta and used her wrinkled hands to wipe away her tears. Lizetta, trying

    to stem the flow of tears, shook her head, ¡°It¡¯s not because of Evelina.¡±

    ¡°Nonsense! How could it not be her! It all kicked off when she showed up, didn¡¯t it? I only found out

    today about the wee¨Cback party where you ended up taking a dive! Did that no good Remington

    rescue Evelina instead?¡±

    Lizetta froze; the incident of falling into the water had happened a month ago. She was puzzled ¡°How

    did you find out about the fall, Grandma Fiona?¡±

    Shirley had visited the house today, spilling the beans over the phone to her toxic friend, mocking how

    Lizetta had been aplete mess then.

    The video of Lizetta¡¯s most embarrassing moment was still making the rounds in the high society chat

    groups.

    Fiona had overheard and demanded the video from Shirley, and watching it had made her blood boil.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about how I know. Just tell me, is that why you¡¯re divorcing Remington?¡±

    Lizetta hastily shook her head again, managing a wry smile.

    ¡°Honestly, Grandma Fiona, it¡¯s not. The spark between me and Remi has gone out. You saw it yourself;

    he doesn¡¯t care about me anymore. That¡¯s why he chose to save Evelina when we both fell into the

    water. You don¡¯t know how frantic he was.¡±

    ¡°Baloney! Remington is my own flesh and blood; do you think I don¡¯t know whom he cares. about? He

    cares about you! And I¡¯m going to prove it to you today!¡± Fiona interrupted Lizetta sternly.

    Lizetta was dumbstruck. How could she possibly prove that? As she stood there bewildered, Tina came

    back and said, ¡°Mrs. Fiona Dashiell, Mr. Remington Dashiell has returned.¡±

    Fiona immediately stood up, dragging Lizetta behind a dense thicket, instructing her firmly, ¡°Liz, you

    stay put here; no matter what happens, don¡¯te out! I¡¯ll prove to you. that Remington does care

    about you!¡±

    Fiona let go of Lizetta and left. Lizetta was confused but from a distance, she saw Remington¡¯s tall

    figure striding toward them.

    It had been a while since she¡¯d seen him, and whether it was the angle or just the deste early winter

    scene of the garden setting him off, the man in the long coat still stood ramrod straight, yet his

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    The cooler the guy, the more he seemed to exude this chill vibe of self¨Ccontrol, totally unruffled.

    Even though it was the same old face she¡¯d seen for years, the guy she was determined to boot out of

    her heart always managed to tug at her heartstrings every time she saw him.

    Lizetta chalked up this flutter to the sad plight of being a sucker for a pretty face. Just as she was trying

    to force herself to look away, she suddenly heard a ssh.

    Startled, Lizetta remembered that it was Fiona who had headed towards the pool. Could it be that the

    olddy identally took a dive? Lizetta was about to dash to the pool when Tina popped out of

    nowhere and grabbed her.

    ¡°Easy does it, Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell. Mrs. Fiona Dashiell says you¡¯re not to go out there.¡±

    By now, Fiona¡¯s cries of rm were ringing out from the poolside.

    ¡°Help! Somebody! Help!¡±

    It was clear that Remington had caught wind of themotion too. As Lizetta turned her head back

    towards the pool, the man¡¯s tall figure was already sprinting over, pulling Fiona

    to safety.

    ¡°Grandma Fiona, what¡¯s going on?¡±

    ¡°Liz! Liz got stered and fell in. What do we do? Remington, you, hey, Remington!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s face was a mask of panic, wobbling so much she couldn¡¯t finish her sentence. Then, with a

    flicker of a shadow, Remington dived into the pool.

    From her slightly elevated vantage point, Lizetta was able to catch the sight over the pool; she couldn¡¯t

    believe what she was seeing.

    Then she spotted the crafty old prankster turning to look her way, even giving a wave to Lizetta who

    just poked her head out, signaling her to stay hidden.

    Just moments ago, the olddy said she¡¯d prove something to Lizetta, who was still in the dark about

    what

    that proof might entail. Well, now she¡¯d got the picture.

    ¡°When ites to pranking the grandson, nobody beats Mrs. Fiona Dashiell,¡± Tina held onto Lizetta,

    relishing the drama.

    Lizetta was speechless, ¡°She¡¯s really¡­¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell, hide quick; don¡¯t let Mr. Dashiell spot you.¡±

    Seeing Remington¡¯s head emerge from the water, Tina quickly pulled Lizetta down to crouch. Through

    a crack, Lizetta still caught glimpses of the scene at the pool.

    Remington clearly hadn¡¯t found anyone. As he came up for air, Fiona pointed to the other. side of the

    pool.

    ¡°Remington, over there, search there. My Liz! I shouldn¡¯t have let you drink! Howe you haven¡¯t

    been found yet? Liz, if anything happens to you, how am I supposed to go on!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s lifetime of acting chops must all be spent here, putting on a show of panic and crying every

    time Remington surfaced.

    Initially indifferent to Fiona¡¯s antics, Lizetta started to feel aplex tranquility watching Remington

    dive in search after search.

    It was early winter, and the pool water was ice cold. Remington plunged in without warming up or even

    remembering to take his coat off.

    Lizetta frowned; unable to watch any longer, she shook Tina off and strode quickly towards the pool.

    ¡°Liz, didn¡¯t I tell you to stay hidden? What are you doing running out here? Quick, go hide, I will take

    care of him!¡±

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    Fiona wasn¡¯t pleased to see Lizetta approaching. Lizetta took the olddy¡¯s hand, ¡°Grandma Fiona, I¡¯ve

    seen it all! Please let Remie up, what if he gets a cramp?¡±

    ¡°Worried now? In our family, you¡¯re the softest at heart!¡±

    Fiona tapped Lizetta¡¯s forehead, resigned, and then called out, ¡°Did you all hear that? Look how much

    your wife cares about you, get out of the water already.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s spine stiffened as she turned to see Remington, who had already swum over from who knew

    when, gazing at her from the water.

    Their eyes met, and the man, propping himself on the pool¡¯s edge, suddenly rose from the water like a

    swift beast emerging from a cold, dark pit.

    He was drenched, water cascading down his hair and cheeks, his coat heavy and dripping with cold

    water.

    His handsome face seemed chilled to the bone, pale with a cold gleam, but his eyes were. calm and

    steady, fixed on Lizetta.

    Lizetta felt his intense gaze, her spine tingling, and she involuntarily shrugged her

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    Fiona touched her nose and pulled Lizetta behind her with a huff, ¡°It¡¯s all your own doing! You know

    darn well how you ended up with everyone turning their back on you! And cut the crap about it all being

    my idea; stop trying to spook Liz with those looks!¡±

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    Lizetta hung her head, thinking to herself that ¡°everyone turning their back on you¡± was a bit much, but

    even though the idea wasn¡¯t hers, she still felt a bit guilty.

    The man didn¡¯t say a word, just took his eyes off them and headed towards the vi.

    Fiona nudged Lizetta, ¡°Hey Liz, do you think I went a bit overboard? Maybe you should go. check on

    him for me?¡±

    Although she felt Fiona was being kind of a fair¨Cweather friend at the moment, everything. she did was

    for her.

    She felt responsible too, worried that Remington might really get screwed over by Fiona, so after a

    moment¡¯s hesitation, Lizetta nodded and hurried after him..

    Remington was walking fast. By the time Lizetta chased him into the vi, he had already gone

    upstairs, leaving wet footprints behind.

    She followed him into the bedroom and heard noises from the bathroom, so she ran over and pushed

    the door open, starting to exin in a fluster, ¡°Are you okay? About what happened just now.¡±

    She didn¡¯t expect to see Remington throwing his coat on the floor as soon as she pushed the door

    open, his thin cashmere sweater half¨Coff, revealing his solid, pale abs.

    She closed her eyes in panic, ¡°I¡¯ll go out first, ah!¡±

    But as she turned around, her arm was grabbed. The next second, Lizetta was pulled into the

    bathroom and pinned against the wall.

    Her back was against the cold tiled wall, and in front of her was Remington¡¯s equally chilled body, his

    large hand gripping her waist, the cold seeping into her skin.

    Lizetta¡¯s chin was also seized by two long, strong, but icy fingers, tilting it up.

    ¡°Amused, are you?¡±

    Water was still dripping from Remington¡¯s hair, drop by drop onto Lizetta¡¯s eyelids and nose bridge.

    She dared not look into his piercingly cold eyes that were so close.

    She blinked and started exining anxiously, without thinking.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t mean to y games with you; don¡¯t get it wrong! Grandma somehow found out I had fallen into

    the water at the Hawthorne family and that we were getting a divorce. She thought it was because you

    saved Evelina instead of me, and that¡¯s why I was heartbroken and angry, wanting a divorce, so she

    just.¡±

    Realizing her words sounded like she was shirking responsibility and letting Fiona take the fall, Lizetta

    stopped talking.

    She took a deep breath, looked up, and finally said to Remington, ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I owe you an apology.¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes still had a hint of frost, and he didn¡¯t let go of Lizetta¡¯s chin.

    ¡°So did it break your heart?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips; how could it not? She still vividly remembered the scene underwater from that

    day, as clear as if it were yesterday.

    The water that day was just as chilling as now. But Lizetta forced a smile.

    ¡°That¡¯s all in the past. Anyway, I only told grandma that I wanted a divorce because it felt like you didn¡¯t

    care about me, only about Evelina¡¯s safety. But she is stubborn and misunderstood you too, insisting

    that you still cared about me and wanted to prove it to me. I had no idea she was going to prove it like

    this.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t finish her sentence because Remington suddenly bent down and gently.

    kissed her forehead.

    The kiss was so soft and unexpected, like it was filled with endless tenderness. Lizetta was stunned

    and a bit dazed. Wasn¡¯t he mad? Why did he suddenly kiss her?

    While she was still puzzled, she heard Remington¡¯s voice, husky and low, ¡°Lizetta, grandma isn¡¯t being

    stubborn, and she hasn¡¯t misunderstood me.¡±

    Lizetta was dumbfounded, staring at Remington with a wooden expression, her fingertips. trembling

    involuntarily before they were pressed against the wall.

    What did Remington mean by that? As her heart pounded with uncertainty, Remington rested his

    forehead against hers, gently rubbing it, and seemed to sigh, ¡°Silly girl, I do care; how could I not care

    about you?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s voice was barely above a whisper, yet Lizetta¡¯s heart felt like it had been sucker¨Cpunched,

    stirring up a storm of sour, swelling pain.

    She just stared at the guy in front of her, her eyes uncontrobly misting over She waarmed to turn her

    head away, not wanting to show him her fragile side

    But Remington¡¯s hand, which had been pinching her chin, shifted to cradle her face, not letting her

    dodge the moment.

    Tears rolled down Lizetta¡¯s cheeks, one by one, sshing onto the maris knuckles, sinking into the

    palm of his hand.

    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t cry. Sorry, it¡¯s all my fault.¡±

    Her tears were warm, but to Remington, they felt scalding, as though each one was searing his heart.

    He thought back to the video Fiona had sent him on his way back. The video cactured the chaotic

    scene by the pool.

    He saw that after he left with Evelina in his arms, the pool remained earity quiet and Lizetta didn¡¯te

    up for air on her own.

    He also saw that it was Cassius who finally dived in to rescue License. Her face was 50 pale at the

    time, her eyes tightly shut, her whole being as silent and lifeless as could be

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    When she opened her eyes, they were red and vacant, truly the eyes of someone who had nearly

    drowned.

    She could have died right in front of him. And he was totally clueless.

    He couldn¡¯t bear to watch the whole video, quickly snuffing out his phone¡¯s screen, not daring to see

    more.

    He couldn¡¯t bear the thought of what might have happened if Cassius hadn¡¯t dived in to save her ¨C if

    she had sunk to the bottom of the pool forever.

    At that moment, he felt a surge of panic and fear like never before, wishing he could stab himself. And

    now, at the sight of Lizetta¡¯s involuntary tears. Remington¡¯s heart was in agony, a mix of heartache and

    helplessness.

    His thumb gently traced her tear¨Cstreaked face, treating her as delicately as if she were made of fragile

    ss. But the more he tried to wipe them away, the more the tears seemed to flow.

    Remington wrapped his arms around the softly trembling Lizetta, holding her tight as if to

    merge her into his body to ease his guilt and lingering fear.

    He stroked her hair, bent down to nt a gentle kiss on her, and cooed in a softened voice like when

    he used tofort her as a child.

    ¡°Liz, stop crying. it¡¯s all my stupid fault. I didn¡¯t realize you were drowning. I thought you were a good

    swimmer, that you¡¯d be fine, but I forget that idents can happen.

    I messed up, made you feel cold inside, right? Don¡¯t cry; how about you hit me a few times to make it

    better?¡±

    Lizetta nestled in Remington¡¯s arms, her tears soaking his chest. She couldn¡¯t believe that even Fiona¡¯s

    rough acting had fooled Remington.

    No wonder there were so many slip¨Cups. Remington had been sshing around in the pool for so long,

    diving over and over, letting Fiona spin him around.

    So it was because he knew she¡¯d nearly had a mishap in the water that day. He was punishing himself,

    and in his way, apologizing to her.

    Fiona wasn¡¯t mistaken. Remington did still care. He hadn¡¯t disregarded her life. Lizetta had never cried

    like this even when she fell into the water that time.

    She thought the incident was long past, but it turned out the hurt and resentment weren¡¯t because she

    was strong enough to get over it on her own, but because she felt nobody cared, so she put on a brave

    face.

    But they were already at this point; she shouldn¡¯t keep longing for this bit of tenderness. Remington¡¯s

    current pity was just for his sister, after all.

    Suddenly, Lizetta bit down hard on the spot over Remington¡¯s heart. His body tensed for a moment,

    and then rxed.

    He let her bite him hard, like a little beast taking its revenge. After a while, she eased her bite, and

    Remington let out a long breath.

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    The man¡¯s thin lips curved up ever so slightly, as he tousled Lizetta¡¯s long hair.

    ¡°Alright, alright, did you hurt your teeth? Think you can forgive me, Liz?¡±

    Lizetta let go of him, and hearing his voiceced with amusement, she felt utterly pathetic. Just a few

    sweet nothings from him, and the knot in her heart started to untie, her grudge against him melting

    away.

    She hung her head, too embarrassed to look up, and just nudged him away with a gruff voice, ¡°Why

    don¡¯t you go take a hot shower?¡±

    She was ready to leave, but Remington held on, not letting her go.

    ¡°So, are you still mad? Can you forgive me this time?¡±

    To Lizetta, it seemed pointless. Forgiven or not, what difference did it make? After all, they were on the

    road to divorce, and this wouldn¡¯t change a thing.

    She looked up at him, her eyes red, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say we were gonna cut ties for good? Does my

    forgiveness even matter to you?¡±

    Remington furrowed his brows, ¡°Of course, it matters.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s nose tingled again, ¡°Then I don¡¯t me you anymore. Can you let me go now?¡±

    Her response was overly indifferent, leaving Remington with a lump in his throat that he couldn¡¯t

    swallow or spit out.

    But Lizetta pushed him away firmly, ¡°I really don¡¯t me you.¡±

    He never had an obligation to rescue her. Even now, his concern was more of his affection

    for a sister.

    Lizetta thought if there were a next time, between her and Evelina, he would probably choose Evelina

    again.

    Still, his reaction today did give her some peace of mind. She didn¡¯t want to hold any resentment

    towards him. That was enough for them now.

    She left the bathroom, closing the door behind her for Remington. But she didn¡¯t see him. standing

    there, motionless for a long time.

    Eventually, the man leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat powerless. With a mix of irritation and

    resignation, he ran his hand through his damp hair and finally turned on the shower, letting the water

    droplets cascade over him.

    Lizetta walked downstairs; the vi was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight. Most likely, everyone had been

    summoned away by Fiona to give her and Remington some space.

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    Lizetta, somewhat resigned, went to the kitchen and brewed a cup of tea to chase away the chill for

    Remington.

    She brought the tray back to the bedroom just as Remington wasing out of the bathroom.

    Wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist, he was drying his hair with one hand and holding his

    dripping wallet and phone in the other.

    Remembering the crying in the bathroom, Lizetta felt somewhat ufortable. She felt embarrassed

    to look at him; her gaze fell on the phone in his hand.

    ¡°That¡¯s a goner, huh? If you knew Grandma Fiona was up to something, you could¡¯ve at least taken

    your phone out before jumping in.¡±

    Remington tossed the phone and wallet onto the dresser and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t have time to

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    think of it.¡±

    He had seen the video on the way home, and just as he walked through the door, heard Fiona say

    Lizetta had fallen into the water drunk.

    He panicked, not bothering to take off his coat or pull out his phone. It was after diving in twice and not

    finding anyone that he came back to his senses.

    But Lizetta didn¡¯t quite catch Remington¡¯s drift; feeling all awkward, she bent down and ced the tea

    on the table.

    ¡°I made you some tea; have some. I¡¯ll head out now.¡±

    She didn¡¯t know how to face him, half¨Cdressed as he was. Remington said nothing and didn¡¯t stop her.

    Lizetta hurried to the door, yanking hard but it wouldn¡¯t budge.

    She frowned, twisting the doorknob and trying again, but the door still wouldn¡¯t open. She was

    bbergasted when footsteps approached from behind, and Remington came over. ¡°Grandma¡¯s usual

    tactic. Seems like neither of us is getting out today unless we make up.¡±

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    Lizetta let go of the doorknob and swung around, fishing her phone out of her pocket.

    ¡°Gotta give granny a ring.¡±

    Just as she¡¯s about to dial, a man¡¯s slender fingers swooped in and snatched the phone right out of her

    grasp.

    Lizetta looked up, locking eyes with Remington¡¯s deep gaze; his lips were pressed together ever so

    slightly.

    ¡°Is hanging with me really that unbearable?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head hastily, chuckling, ¡°Nah, not at all.¡±

    But Remington can tell she¡¯s fibbing. His brows knitted together briefly as he swallowed the frustration

    building inside him, and he spoke softly.

    ¡°Let¡¯s hold off on that call for a bit. Even if you do call her now, granny¡¯s not gonna open the door for

    us.¡±

    Lizetta figured that he¡¯s probably right and nodded in agreement.

    Silence fell over them again.

    Remington was still lounging in a loose¨Cfitting bathrobe, leaving Lizetta clueless about where to rest

    her eyes. She pursed her lips.

    ¡°Drink your tea first.

    But Remington stood his ground in front of her without budging an inch. Lizetta looked up, feeling

    puzzled, as a shadow fell over her.

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    It¡¯s his hand brushing over her eyelids. Lizetta instinctively closed her eyes.

    ¡°Do your eyes hurt?¡±

    Remington¡¯s fingers gently grazed the reddened corners of her eyes.

    She¡¯d been crying her heart out just moments ago, so her eyelids were now puffy.

    His touch tickled, causing Lizetta¡¯s eyelids andshes to quiver. She twisted her head away from his

    touch and opened her eyes, beaming at him with a smile.

    ¡°Nope, not hurting. I¡¯m not that delicate.¡±

    But that¡¯s a lie too.

    Remington¡¯s hand fell to his side, his thumb and forefinger rubbing together as if they can still feel the

    damp softness of her eyelids.

    He remembered when she first came to the Dashiell family¨Ctough yet silent.

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    Like a wounded little critter, always on edge, bracing herself against the world, never crying out even

    when hurt

    But she relied on him; she would curl up in his arms at night, sobbing, sharing her woes with him alone.

    He wasn¡¯t exactly Mr. Nice Guy, because his patience was wearing thin often with her antics.

    Back then, he¡¯d pat her head, and sometimes he would scold her with a stern face.

    ¡°Get a grip, will ya? Can¡¯t you stand up for yourself when you¡¯re wronged? You¡¯re embarrassing me.

    Next time, cut the brother act if you¡¯re gonna be such a wimp.¡±

    He was tough on her, yet she¡¯d just look at him with those teary eyes and smile like a goof.

    It melted his heart, making him want to shield her under his wings for life, and keep her hidden away

    from the world.

    But the sweet little girl had to grow up; with her thoughts growing moreplex, she no longer spilled

    them out to him.

    He couldn¡¯t pinpoint when, but she began to hide herself from him, and the real talk dwindled; now she

    wouldn¡¯t even show her vulnerability easily.

    Remington¡¯s at a loss on how to cheer her up, unsure what to do with her.

    He pushed down the sour feeling in his heart, gently touching the top of her head, saying, ¡°Go take a

    shower, change your clothes. You¡¯re all wet.¡±

    Lizetta looked down and sure enough, she¡¯s damp from being in his arms earlier in the

    bathroom.

    Not really in the mood to face Remington, she nodded and agreed, ¡°Alright, just make sure to drink

    your tea, I¡¯m off to shower.¡±

    Lizetta grabbed some fresh clothes and headed into the bathroom, where Remington¡¯s shower scent

    still lingered, and the floor was still wet.

    She stood there a moment before starting to undress and wash up quickly.

    But when she stepped out of the bathroom, fresh and dressed, Remington¡¯s nowhere to be

    seen in the room.

    An empty cup sat on the table¨Che¡¯s had his tea.

    Lizetta walked up to the door and unlocked it.

    Weirdly, it¡¯s still locked from the outside; clearly, Fiona didn¡¯t let Remington out.

    What¡¯s the deal?

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    Lizetta was pondering when a noise came from the window

    Drying her hair, she headed toward the sound

    Just as she got to the window, it suddenly swung open, a tall, swt shadow veted on the sill from outside

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    Remington hopped through the window and swiftly strode forward, grabbing the woman. by the waist

    and pulling her back to him.

    Lizetta threw herself into Remington¡¯s arms, while clutching at his clothes; her eyes were wide with

    shock as she looked up at him.

    Their eyes met and Lizetta froze.

    Remington was dressed casually in sportswear, his hair, not as meticulously styled as usual, fell loosely

    around his face.

    Not bothering to dry his hair, he left it damp and hanging in front of his eyes. The sunlight streaming in

    from the window danced in his tresses, making him look years younger, evep boyish.

    He reminded Lizetta of that handsome young man who used to make her heart race and her cheeks

    blush when she was younger.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat; she felt her pulse racing, and her mind going nk.

    Then, Remington¡¯s eyes twinkled with amusement as he asked, ¡°Scared ya? Why so chicken?¡±

    Lizetta snapped back to reality and pushed Remington away.

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    ¡°How on earth did you get in through the window? This is the second floor! If you were in such a hurry

    to leave, I could have told Grandma.¡±

    She didn¡¯t get to finish her sentence before Remington opened his palm to reveal a few orange

    candies.

    Lizetta froze again as Remington raised his hand, offering the candies to her.

    She felt breathless, like she was in a dream.

    Boys would climb up to their beloved girl¡¯s window just to give her a single candy; it was an act so

    sweet and innocent that it almost didn¡¯t seem real.

    ¡°What are you spacing out for? See if it¡¯s your favorite orange candy,¡± Remington said with augh in

    his voice. Seeing her not moving, he unwrapped a candy and brought it to Lizetta¡¯s lips.

    Instinctively, she opened her mouth and took it, then the sour¨Csweet taste of orange spread through

    her mouth.

    Lizetta felt a simr sweetness in her heart.

    ¡°Is it good?¡± Remington asked, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

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    With the candy he gave her melting in her mouth. Lizette felt his rare tenderness; it felt like she was on

    cloud nine. Then she looked up.

    ¡°It¡¯s very sweet¡±

    Remington seemned pleased with her reply, his face softened as he bent down to look her in the eyes

    ¡°Sull mad?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s nose tingled, but she couldn¡¯t help but smile genuinely.

    Her cheeks flushed a little as she shook her head and said stubbornly, ¡°I told you that I¡¯m not mad

    anymore.¡±

    Remington chuckled, clearly seeing right through her; he was now convinced that she was truly over

    the incident of falling into the water.

    With a mix of exasperation and amusement, he tapped Lizetta on the head.

    ¡°Such a no¨Choper, other women would demand gifts, cars, jewels, houses when they¡¯re mad. Why are

    you still as easy to please as when you were a kid, all happy with just a candy?¡±

    Lizetta, still with the orange candy in her mouth, took the remaining candies from Remington¡¯s palm

    and said with pursed lips, ¡°I just love candy, it¡¯s sweet.¡±

    She turned around, but Remington reached out with augh.

    ¡°Let me taste how sweet it is, how could it be better than a bank card or jewels.¡±

    But Lizetta clenched her fist, stuffing the candies into her pocket and guarding them, ¡°You found the

    candies yourself, and you can get more if you want. These are mine now.¡±

    The woman guarding her candies was like a cat protecting its food, or like a child.

    Adorable.

    Remington found it amusing, and he bent down to scoop her into his arms. Lizetta let out a yelp of

    surprise, while instinctively holding onto him and looking up at him.

    Before she could get a good look at his face, a shadow loomed over her.

    He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring, finding the half¨Ceaten piece of orange candy and

    sharing the sour¨Csweet vor with her.

    Blushing in annoyance, Lizetta punched him with her fists. Remington walked a few steps. with her in

    his arms, thenid her down on the bed and pressed down for a deeper kiss.

    His lips and tongue were hot, and the orange candy didn¡¯tst long under their fervent movements; its

    lingering taste quickly dissipated.

    Lizetta¡¯s face was flushed, and her body turned weak; she was kissed into a dizzy state.

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    The coolness suddenly snapped Lizetta awake.

    Her eyes flew open, and in a flurry, she shoved the man on top of her.

    Remington felt her resistance and let go, lifting his head.

    Lizetta¡¯s face was flushed as she turned her head away, gasping for air with a soft whimper.

    ¡°No, don¡¯t.¡±

    Remington froze, with his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing; he had used all his self¨Ccontrol to roll off

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    her. He unzipped his hoodie and stood up, heading over to the window.

    Lizetta sat up silently, awkwardly fixing her messy clothes and hair.

    She hung her head low, trying to calm her nerves.

    Behind her, Remington¡¯s voice broke the silence, ¡°Your hair is still wet,e over here.¡±

    Lizetta looked back and saw him back to his normal self; with a hairdryer plugged in, he gestured her to

    come over.

    With her hair still damp, she got up and walked over.

    ¡°I¡¯ve got it.¡±

    But Remington pressed on her shoulders, making her sit on the bed.

    He flicked the switch, and warm air started to blow onto her scalp.

    Lizetta sat up straight, feeling his fingers gently weaving through her hair.

    Her hair was nice¨Csilky and straight, thick and dense. Remington seemed quite taken, spending a long

    time drying it.

    When he finally turned off the dryer, Lizetta suddenly looked up and said,

    ¡°Remember the orange candy you fed me that day? Do you still remember it?¡±

    Remington put down the dryer, ¡°Which day are we talking about?*

    ¡°The day you brought me back to the Dashiell family, fourteen years ago.¡±

    Remington thought for a moment, but the details were a blur, even though he remembered how he

    brought her back.

    Seeing the look on his face, Lizetta knew he had forgotten it, and she said,

    ¡°That day, I nearly died at the hands of Hans Gardenia. It was a close shave, and all I could see was

    red, and the taste of blood in my mouth. You brought me back, called the

    family doctor, but I wouldn¡¯t let the doc near me. Then you popped an orange candy in my mouth, and I

    still remember what you said.¡±

    A faint smile yed on Lizetta¡¯s lips, ¡°You said, ¡®Eat the candy, and it won¡¯t hurt. Is it sweet? Let the

    doctor check you out, and I will give you a whole jar of these candies, okay? There are other vors

    too. Liz, wanna try them?¡±

    Hearing this, Remington seemed to grasp at a faint memory.

    He chuckled, with his lips curving slightly, ¡°So, I managed to cheer you up with just a candy back then?¡±

    Lizetto nodded with a smile, while her gaze dropped to hide the surge of emotions.

    He didn¡¯t know that this was the first candy she had tasted in two years since being abandoned by her

    parents from the Hawthorne family at the age of six.

    That candy was from him.

    After that day, she was a child with candies again, and it was like a beam of light shining Into her world.

    The next day, Remington did give her a jar full of colorful fruit¨Cvored candies.

    But all these years, her favorite remained the orange¨Cvored ones; she always remembered the taste

    of that candy from that night.

    ¡°Yeah, after all these years, that¡¯s the only trick you¡¯ve got!¡± Lizetta yfully stuck her tongue out at

    Remington.

    Remington clicked his tongue, while his deep eyes showed an unusual hint of amusement, which made

    him look very tender.

    ¡°Teasing me, huh? But it seems like this trick works just fine on you.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s ears turned a bit red as she looked down.

    She sat there, looking exceptionally soft and tender.

    Remington leaned forward slightly, cupping her small face and lifting her head.

    ¡°Still need candy to be cheered up at this age, feeling shy?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks warmed, with a touch of bashfulness in her expression.

    Remington suddenly said, ¡°Back then, a candy sweet¨Ctalked a little sister. Now, can a candy sweet¨Ctalk

    you into being Mrs. Dashiell again?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s hands clenched suddenly on the edge of the bed.

    Her breath hitched for a moment; looking at Remington¡¯s now serious, intense gaze, she gently but

    firmly shook her head, smiling,

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    ¡°But I¡¯ve grown up, not so easily fooled anymore, cut it out¡±

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    ¡°I¡¯m gonna give granny a ring. Got work to do this arvo, bet you do too, right.¡±

    She hightailed it to the door, where her phone had been left on a low cab by the entrance, courtesy

    of Remington.

    She didn¡¯t dare look back at Remington, as she felt all kinds of emotions mixed up; part of her hoped

    that he¡¯d grab her and spill some sweet nothings to make her stay.

    But fear had the upper hand¨Cshe was scared that if he did try to hold her back, she wouldn¡¯t have the

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    Turns out she¡¯d overestimated her ce in his heart, though. She made the call, and Remington didn¡¯t

    peep another word.

    Guess his earlier chit¨Cchat was just him blowing smoke.

    After Lizetta hung up, Tina was summoned by Fiona to get the door.

    ¡°The olddy¡¯s waiting downstairs,¡± Tina said.

    So Lizetta and Remington went down together, and Fiona gave them the once¨Cover as soon as she

    laid eyes on them.

    The olddy¡¯s heart skipped a beat.

    This doesn¡¯t look like a pair who¡¯ve kissed and made up, does it?

    ¡°Remington, I told you to sweet¨Ctalk your wife. Did you? Did you apologize properly?¡±

    Granny¡¯s brows knitted in anger as she waved Lizetta over.

    Lizetta went to her, taking Fiona¡¯s hand and sitting beside her.

    ¡°Granny, Remi did woo me, and he apologized. I¡¯ve forgiven him. Now I know Remi didn¡¯t mean to not

    save me that day, and I truly don¡¯t hold it against him.¡±

    ¡°So, are you two good now?¡±

    Granny took another look at them.

    Maybe they had made up but were too shy to show it?

    Lizetta nced at Remington, who had a frosty look as he settled into an armchair.

    He said to Fiona, ¡°Granny, you don¡¯t need to worry about us. Even if we split, she¡¯ll still be the Dashiell

    family¡¯s daughter.¡±

    With those words, ¡°still the Dashiell family¡¯s daughter,¡± Lizetta felt like her heart was being yanked hard.

    She felt her nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears.

    She¡¯d been so set on getting a divorce, longing to return to being the younger sister.

    Now that she¡¯d got her wish, she should be over the moon, but all she felt was a spreading bitterness.

    Yet, she managed a smile and nodded, ¡°Yeah, Granny.¡±

    ¡°What divorce! Why on earth would you split up? I won¡¯t have it! Over my dead body!¡± Fiona fumed.

    Lizetta hurried to calm the storm, coaxing, ¡°Granny, it¡¯s something Remi and I have agreed on. We both

    think it¡¯s for the best, and we hope you¡¯ll respect our decision.¡±

    As Remington watched Lizetta¡¯s eager and hopeful smile, a flicker of scorn crossed his eyes. His

    knuckles whitened on the armrest from his grip.

    ¡°No way! Remington, say something for crying out loud! Liz is young, she¡¯s impulsive, and what about

    you? Are you just ying around, trying to give me a heart attack?¡±

    Granny was furious, ring at Remington, who nced at Lizetta again..

    He saw her anxious look; probably she was scared he¡¯d change his mind and block her escape route.

    With Granny steaming up, this woman still wasn¡¯t budging an inch; she was hell¨Cbent on divorce like a

    bull that won¡¯t be pushed.

    If the Dashiell family and the Mrs. Dashiell title had be chains that kept her from smiling, why keep

    forcing things?

    He said firmly, ¡°Granny, she¡¯s not a kid anymore. She knows what she¡¯s doing, and nobody can stop

    her. I¡¯ve got an important meeting this afternoon, gotta head back to the office.¡±

    ¡°Damn it! I¡¯m not done with you, get back here!¡±

    Fiona was so mad that she started thumping the couch, but Remington didn¡¯t look back.

    His tall figure quickly disappeared into the foyer; his exit was all cold shoulders and impatience.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes drooped, but her right hand clenched the candies in her pocket.

    Their story started years back with a single candy.

    And now, it ended with these few sweets¨Cfull circle, wasn¡¯t it?

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    ¡°Granny, I was also going to¡­¡±

    As Remington took off, Lizetta was getting ready to say her goodbyes and follow suit, but Fiona

    grabbed her arm.

    ¡°Liz, hang on a sec, I¡¯ve got something.¡±

    Fiona nced over to Tina standing by, who nodded and went off to do her bidding.

    Lizetta was a bit puzzled, but soon enough she saw Tina dragging Shirley over, who was putting up

    quite the fight and looking as sick as a dog.

    ¡°Let go of me, Tina! I can walk by myself!¡±

    Shirley was brought over; as soon as she spotted Lizetta sitting next to Fiona, her face soured even

    more, and she shot Lizetta a death re.

    It was all Lizetta¡¯s fault.

    She hade over to the old house to chill today, but Granny happened to overhear her poking fun at

    Lizetta with her girlfriends on the phone.

    Granny was steamed. Shirley was supposed to hit the mall with her squad, but instead. she got

    grounded, with her cellphone confiscated, and was ordered to spend the morning in reflection.

    ¡°You¡¯ve been ¡®reflecting¡® all morning, and for what, right? It¡¯s been aplete wash. Now apologize to

    your sister¨Cinw, and make it snappy!¡± Fiona said sternly to Shirley.

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t seen iting that the olddy had asked her to stay just to make Shirley apologize to

    her face; it warmed her heart.

    But Shirley was fuming; with tears welling up in her eyes, she retorted, ¡°Granny, I¡¯m your flesh and

    blood! How can you do this to me!?¡±

    Fiona shot back sharply, ¡°Liz is my flesh¨Cand¨Cblood granddaughter¨Cinw. Don¡¯t y the victim here.

    I¡¯m fair and square and I only judge by what¡¯s right and wrong!¡±

    Shirley, not about to say sorry to Lizetta that easily, stubbornly mped her mouth shut.

    Fiona lost her cool, ¡°No apology, no mercy. Get back to your room and reflect some more! I¡¯m cutting

    off your credit cards, so you can¡¯t go around causing trouble all day long!¡±

    Hearing that her credit would be cut off, Shirley quickly swallowed her pride and said to Lizetta, ¡°I¡¯m

    sorry, alright?¡±

    Not willing to let it slide so easily, Lizetta said with a smirk, ¡°What¡¯s that? Sorry, who? I didn¡¯t quite catch

    it.¡±

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    you, I¡¯m sorry!¡± Shirley spat out the words through clenched teeth, before she ran off crying.

    After exchanging a few more words with Fiona, Lizetta also said her goodbyes.

    As she left the vi, Shirley caught up to her, seething, ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯re something else! Over the years,

    what have you done besides running to Granny to tattle? Granny¡¯s just soft¨Chearted and feels sorry for

    you, and that¡¯s why she treats you decently. Don¡¯t get too full of yourself!¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t give her the time of day, not even turning her head.

    Shirley grabbed her arm, ¡°In a family like the Dashiells, even a stray dog picked up off the streets would

    be treated well, but no matter how fancy the treatment, it¡¯s just a ything! Let me tell you, Eve is

    carrying Remi¡¯s baby now, and you¡¯ll soon be the ex¨Cwife! We¡¯ll see how cocky you are then!¡±

    Lizetta shrugged off Shirley¡¯s grip, ¡°Done barking?¡°.

    She strode off briskly, treating Shirley as if she was indeed just a yapping dog, not worth her time to

    argue with an animal.

    Shirley stamped her foot in rage, ¡°Who¡¯s barking?! Don¡¯t think I didn¡¯t get that you just called me a dog,

    you wench, you vixen!¡±

    From a distance, Tina watched them go their separate ways, and then headed back to the

    vi.

    After all themotion, Fiona, not in the best of moods, went to lie down.

    Tina brought her a te of food, trying to coax her to eat.

    The olddy took a few bites and then pushed it away, sighing, ¡°I¡¯ll never hold a great¨Cgrandbaby in my

    arms in this lifetime. Lost my appetite.¡±

    Tina ventured, ¡°Madam, I think I overheard Ms. Shirley Dashiell saying.¡±

    ¡°What now? Spit it out!¡±

    ¡°It seems like Ms: Hawthorne is pregnant with Mr. Remington Dashiell¡¯s child.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± Fiona was taken aback; frowning, she instructed Tina, ¡°Get on it and find out if there¡¯s any

    truth to this, and make it quick!¡±

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    She bet this was the real reason Lizetta¡¯s hell¨Cbent on getting a divorce. The olddy still can¡¯t believe

    Remington would do something so ridiculous.

    Gotta hustle to get to the bottom of this and keep these lovebirds from splitting for real.

    In no time at all, Lizetta wrapped up herst gig before heading abroad; she finished her stint as the

    choreographer for the boy band¡¯s sizzling routines.

    ¡°Hey, cutie, let¡¯s hit the town tonight to celebrate our new album drop!¡±

    ¡°Yeah, I wanna buy Liz a drink too.¡±

    ¡°Back off! Is it your turn to treat Liz? Get in line!¡±

    ¡°Why should I be behind you, huh? Not cool, I challenge that!¡±

    After leaving the dance studio, Lizetta was followed out by a bunch of the band members. The

    youngest was only seventeen, the oldest barely twenty¨Cone. These idol trainees, each with their own

    killer looks and charm, had the power to whip fans into a frenzy and that youthful cockiness to boot.

    When Lizetta first took on the role of their choreographer, she faced all sorts of skepticism and

    nitpicking.

    But after bonding over the past twenty¨Cplus days, she had won them over with her skills and already

    be their friend, someone they knew well.

    Hamilton, being thest one to leave the studio, saw Lizetta surrounded by a pack of young hotties; he

    stepped up with a cool face, and pulled two kids aside to stand protectively in front of her.

    ¡°Enough already. We¡¯re hitting the studio for real tomorrow. You think now¡¯s the time to booze up? Stay

    sharp, we¡¯ve got more practice tonight!¡±

    Hamilton, being the leader, had that natural¨Cborn authority about him.

    The guys toned it down, and said their goodbyes to Lizetta, promising to keep in touch; then they left

    with their arms around each other, joking andughing.

    Once they were gone, Hamilton tilted his head and looked at Lizetta, clearly unimpressed.

    ¡°Kids these days, so flighty, they¡¯re all about stirring things up, feeding girls lines, but not much of it¡¯s

    for real! If they bug you, just block ¡®em, easy peasy. Work¡¯s done, right, cutie?¡±

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow at him and nodded, ¡°You¡¯re right, so I guess I¡¯ll block you too.¡±

    ¡°No way, I¡¯m not like them!¡± Hamilton was quick to protest.

    Lizetta chuckled, ¡°How are you any different?¡±

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    ¡°I¡¯m your die¨Chard fan, for starters! We didn¡¯t meet through work; it¡¯s different. If you block me, I¡¯ll go on

    Twitter and make a scene, begging my fans for a judgment call.¡±

    Lizettaughed at his faux desperation, ¡°Alright, I¡¯m off to settle ounts and then I¡¯m out of here.¡±

    Feeling pretty exhausted, she just wanted to head to the finance department to get her pay sorted out.

    Then, it was off to catch up on some much¨Cneeded sleep..

    ¡°I¡¯ll walk you,¡± said Hamilton.

    Lizetta declined, ¡°Didn¡¯t you just say it¡¯s not time to rx? As the leader, you should be all the more

    exemry. I¡¯m off, good luck!¡±

    Waving at Hamilton, she left without looking back.

    Hamilton watched her easy departure, clicking his tongue, ¡°Ice cold, my idol.¡±

    He¡¯d been pursuing her on the down¨Clow for nearly a month with zero progress.

    It was enough to make him start doubting himself.

    Little did Lizetta know of Hamilton¡¯s frustration. In her eyes, he was just another fickle and yful

    younger brother.

    After settling her finances and checking her bank ount on the way home, she felt incredibly relieved.

    Three million in the bag, all through her own effort.

    Feeling exhaustion wash over her like a tide, she slumped against the car window, drifting off to sleep

    with her phone in hand.

    The next day, she woke up refreshed, ate breakfast, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

    In the car, she shot a message to Remington.

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    [Let¡¯s meet up.]

    At the time, Remington was at The Starlight Group¡¯s tech division, listening to the chip team rattle on

    about theirtest gizmo. They¡¯d been pouring cash into this thing for over two years without seeing a

    dime in return.

    A few board members were at each other¡¯s throats over whether to keep throwing money at the

    project, while the techies were making their case with gusto.

    Remington had this icy vibe going on, but when his phone buzzed, a quick nce had him visibly

    mellowing out.

    He picked up his phone and double checked the message, then a smirk flickered across his lips.

    That smirk was totally out of ce, leading the the noisy boardroom to go dead silent; the mood got all

    sorts of weird.

    Remington shot back a speedy reply.

    [Sure]

    He stood up and said, ¡®Innovation ain¡¯t something you achieve overnight. And you¡¯re all bickering like

    it¡¯s doomsday? What, if we don¡¯t see results by next year, you¡¯re gonna flip the table? So here¡¯s the

    deal: I¡¯ll buy your shares right now for 20% above market value. Anyone who¡¯s lost faith in seeing a

    return, you can cash out with Cedric right here and now Mr. Kris, President Warner, shall we start with

    you?¡±

    The two named were the most vocally opposed, they exchanged looks and managed an

    awkward chuckle.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, we¡¯re not in a rush.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, I mean, if Mr. Dashiell is this confident and bold, what are we scared of? Let¡¯s keep the

    investments rolling!¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°Alright then, meeting adjourned.¡±

    As he walked out, Mr. Kris and President Warner cornered Cedric, fishing for info.

    ¡°Remington¡¯s usually a tough nut to crack. Why¡¯s he all sunshine and rainbows today?¡±

    ¡°Has The Starlight Group got some new trick up its sleeve? Spill the beans, Cedric.¡±

    Cedric was stumped.

    How could he tell them that, despite looking all business, Mr. Dashiell was deep down a hopeless

    romantic, and his sudden good mood was all thanks to Mrs. Dashiell finally giving him the time of day

    after so long?

    Talk about a buzzkill.

    Lizetta had to swing by the hospital today.

    She had her flight booked for three days out, but before she left, she had to ensure Thaddeus Gardenia

    was safely on his way abroad.

    Given Thaddeus¡¯s condition, he needed medical staff with him every step of the way to Astoria, and

    Lizetta still had to hash that out with Hogan.

    She was nning to head straight to the hospital after meeting with Remington.

    So, the spot she picked to meet Remington was a coffee shop near the hospital.

    But Lizetta didn¡¯t expect to run into Hogan before Remington even showed up.

    ¡°Hogan, what brings you here?¡±

    Hogan walked into the coffee shop solo, catching Lizetta by surprise.

    He, also looking startled, managed a smile, ¡°A friend wanted some medical advice, so we agreed to

    meet here. What about you?¡±

    Since they¡¯d bumped into each other and Remington wasn¡¯t there yet, Lizetta offered with a smile

    ¡°How about I treat you to a coffee first? We can chat about my brother¡¯s situation.¡±

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    Hogan grinned, ¡°I¡¯d love to.¡±

    He sat opposite Lizetta, and just as the waiter brought their coffee, a figure charged over, grabbed a

    cup from the table, and hurled it at Lizetta.

    ¡°Shameless, home¨Cwrecker!¡±

    ¡°Look out!¡±

    Hogan, being quick on his feet, stood up and shielded Lizetta.

    Most of the coffee ended up on Hogan, with only a few drops sttering on Lizetta¡¯s

    hand.

    ¡°You okay?¡±

    I

    Hogan turned around and checked Lizetta¡¯s hand.

    That¡¯s when Lizetta came to her senses and frowned at the scene before her.

    Shirley, who was yanked away by Hogan, had crashed into a nearby table and was now ring at

    them, her eyes red with fury..

    Seeing Hogan holding Lizetta¡¯s hand, Shirley was so pissed off that her nostrils were red with anger.

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    Hogan, is it because of you that Lizetta¡¯s been making divorce noises with Remi?¡±

    When Shirley was in a car ident a year back, Hogan had happened to be passing by and rescued

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    She totally fell for him when he followed the ambnce all the way to the hospital to make sure she

    was okay.

    Today, she brought over some homemade cupcakes to see Hogan, but happened to catch himing

    out of the hospital, so she tagged along.

    She didn¡¯t expect to walk into Lizetta and Hogan on a date ¨C just the two of them, clearly a romantic

    outing.

    Watching Hogan fuss over Lizetta made her green with such envy that she yearned for going over

    there and scratching Lizetta¡¯s face off.

    ¡°What the heck are you talking about!¡± Hogan frowned, visibly ticked off.

    Shirley¡¯s eyes welled up with tears as she turned her anger towards Lizetta.

    ¡°Lizetta, how could you be such a flirt, seducing men all over the ce? You¡¯re dragging the Dashiell

    family¡¯s name through the mud. Ah!¡±

    Before Shirley could finish her rant, Lizetta grabbed the coffee mug in front of her, stepped forward, and

    sshed it right back at her.

    Shirley¡¯s face was streaked with coffee, and her makeup became a total mess.

    Lizetta red at her coldly, ¡°Shirley, jealousy looks so ugly on you.¡±

    ¡°Jealous of you? As if! Hogan just doesn¡¯t know the kind of trash you really are, or he wouldn¡¯t have

    fallen for your act. You dared to drug my Remi at eighteen and climb into his bed, leaving him

    bedridden for three days.¡±

    Thinking of Evelina¡¯s words about Hogan having a thing for Lizetta four years ago. even sending Helen

    White to propose to the Dashiell family on his behalf, Shirley got even more furious, so much so that

    she lost her cool and started to yell like a fishwife.

    and

    Although the caf¨¦ wasn¡¯t crowded, everyone turned to look..

    Lizetta¡¯s face went pale as a sheet, and she pped Shirley across the face with a resounding smack.

    Shirley red at Lizetta, and her expression turned even more crazed.

    ¡°Where did I go wrong? You even ended up in stitches and got hospitalized. You¡¯re nothing but a

    woman yed out! R¨¦mi was so disgusted that he left the country for a year and never came back!¡±

    As Shirley swung at Lizetta¡¯s face, Lizetta grabbed her hand and, with the other hand, delivered

    another p.

    ¡°Shirley, if your mouth is that filthy, you might as well keep it shut to avoid polluting the air

    around us.

    Lizetta was about to p her again when a familiar,rge male hand reached out and grabbed her

    wrist.

    A familiar, cold voice came from above Lizetta¡¯s head, ¡°Lizetta, what are you doing?!¡±

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington.

    He must have just walked in. The grip on her wrist was so strong that his brow furrowed with an edge

    of severity.

    ¡°Remi! Lizetta¡¯s tantly cuckolding you, and when I just asked her about it, she hit me! Look at what

    she did to me, Remi!¡±

    Seeing Remington step in, Shirley instantly saw him as her knight in shining armor; her tears fell as she

    rushed to his side to sob out her tale of woe.

    Remington nced at Shirley;pared to her pitiful mess, Lizetta indeed seemed like the bully.

    His gaze then shifted to Hogan who stood behind Lizetta, and a shadow crossed his eyes. He thought

    Lizetta was meeting him today, but she had brought another man along.

    What was she trying to pull?

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    Was she about to formally introduce her next beau to him?

    ¡°Exin,¡± Remington said with a heavy voice, and turned his eyes back on Lizetta.

    But his words, loaded with usation and irritation, seemed more like he was defending Shirley and

    siding against Lizetta.

    Thinking of the nasty things Shirley had just said, Lizetta felt like her heart had been hollowed out and

    stuffed with ice, and her lips were quivering.

    She forcefully shook off Remington¡¯s grip and stepped back; then she grabbed her purse, pulled out a

    bank card, and handed it over coldly.

    ¡°I have nothing to exin. Here¡¯s the 3 million I owe the Dashiell family. Please have Mr. Dashiell check

    it.¡±

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    Remington¡¯s eyesnded on the bank card being passed to him, and for a moment, they

    froze over.

    The dude didn¡¯t take the card; he just looked up, locking eyes with Lizetta.

    ¡°So you hit me up today just to give me this?¡±

    His voice wasced with suppressed rage.

    He had spent the whole trip wondering that maybe she had a change of heart, and didn¡¯t want to make

    a scene anymore.

    Or perhaps she had a rough patch outside, ran into some trouble, and needed to lean on him.

    He even toyed with the thought that maybe she just missed him.

    All revved up with anticipation, he¡¯d urged Cedric to step on it, but what he didn¡¯t seeing was her

    showing up to drop a cool thirty mil on him, and with another guy, no less.

    She sure knew how to drop a bombshell now, didn¡¯t she?

    The guy was freezing cold, but Lizetta didn¡¯t flinch a bit.

    All she wanted was to get out of there pronto, not keen on seeing Remington and Shirley even for a

    second more.

    ¡°Yeah, the agreed three million, to thest dime. Take it, will ya?¡± she rushed him, and seeing

    Remington wouldn¡¯t take it, she tried to stuff it into his hand.

    But Remington didn¡¯t bite; instead, he pulled his hand back as if she was offering him a death warrant

    instead of a hefty sum.

    Lizetta frowned, ¡°What¡¯s your deal?¡±

    Remington fired back with a chilly voice, ¡°Lizetta, haven¡¯t I made it clear? I don¡¯t just grab any dirty

    money thates my way.¡±

    His gaze pointedly swept over Hogan, who was standing behind Lizetta.

    The message was crystal: h¨¦ thought Lizetta got the cash from Hogan.

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    Lizetta¡¯s pale face flushed red with humiliation and anger.

    She had sold years of her creative work, and had toiled from dawn to dusk to earn this money fair and

    square just to pay back Remington and the Dashiell family.

    She was done being looked down on, done being the Dashiell family¡¯s charity case, and certainly done

    with people like Shirley thinking they could walk all over her.

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    But here was Remington, trivializing her struggles and efforts, not even bothering to ask or check, just

    assuming her money was dirty.

    Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes as she red at Remington, ¡°This three million, every penny

    is hard¨Cearned by mel I¡¯ve got records of every transaction, clear as day. Seet for yourself.¡±

    Lizetta pulled out a ledger from her bag, and pushed it along with the card toward Remington.

    Remington¡¯s face was a picture of disgust, but he still didn¡¯t take it; he was frozen solid.

    Lizetta, in a fit of pique, threw it at him, ¡°Remington, we¡¯re square now!¡±

    The ledger hit him right in the chest, the bank card flying up and smacking his proud and icy face

    before they bothnded at his feet.

    Remington¡¯s expression was stormy; he closed his eyes, radiating malice.

    Shirley stared at Lizetta in disbelief, ¡°Lizetta, have you lost your mind? How dare you throw stuff at

    Remi!¡±

    Lizetta was definitely the first and surely thest one to ever chuck a bank card at Remington.

    Without looking back, Lizetta said to Hogan, ¡°Hogan, let¡¯s bounce.¡±

    Hogan nodded, and they headed out.

    But as Lizetta walked past Remington, the man who hadn¡¯t budged suddenly grabbed her

    wrist.

    Lizetta tried to shake him off, but he was mping down hard, not letting go.

    She yanked with all her might, which was so uncaring; her wrist even throbbed with pain, and quickly

    reddened.

    Remington looked down, saw it, and reluctantly let go.

    Lizetta stormed off, while Hogan hung back a step; he paused next to Remington before addressing

    him.

    ¡°I came to see a friend and ran into Liz by chance. Also, Mr. Dashiell, before you flex your muscles,

    make sure you get the full story; please ask Ms. Shirley Dashiell what exactly she¡¯s been up to.¡±

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    Remington locked eyes with Hogan, and their gazes collided.

    One was deep and boundless, yet seemed to be carrying a de so cold that it could cut

    to the bone.

    The other was smirking with sarcasm, not giving an inch, an open challenge.

    Between the shes of des, they almost wished they could tear each other apart.

    Remington¡¯s lips curved slightly, ¡°She¡¯s my wife. If you really wish us well, you should mind your

    boundaries.¡±

    Hogan cracked a smile too, ¡°The future is long, and today doesn¡¯t define tomorrow.¡±

    The implication is clear: today Lizetta might be Mrs. Dashiell, but who knows.

    Remington got the message loud and clear.

    Shirley, of course, understood it too. Her tears instantly fell as she rushed forward to grab Hogan¡¯s arm.

    ¡°Hogan, do you really fancy Lizetta?¡±

    She couldn¡¯t stomach it. How could the man she liked, the one out of her reach, be content ying the

    lover to a woman she couldn¡¯t even stand?

    It was a huge blow to her.

    Hogan pulled his arm away, ¡°Ms. Shirley Dashiell, whoever I like is none of your business, and I

    definitely wouldn¡¯t fancy someone who¡¯s got a trash mouth, insulting and snarky.¡±

    Hogan calling her snarky?

    It was Lizetta who spilled coffee on her, and it was Lizetta who pped her!

    How could Hogan be so tantly biased? Shirley was close to losing it, with tears streaming down

    while Hogan already made a swift exit.

    She stamped her foot, turning to Remington with a pout, ¡°Remi, Lizetta and Hogan¡­

    She didn¡¯t finish her sentence as Remington turned his head to look at her.

    His gaze was icy, sending shivers down her spine. Shirley mped her mouth shut, and her face

    turned pale.

    ¡°What did you just do?¡± Remington¡¯s voice was cold.

    Shirley¡¯s head dropped guiltily, ¡°What could I have done? I went to the hospital looking for Hogan and

    just happened to see Lizetta on a date with him, so I asked a few questions, that¡¯s all.¡±

    Shirley licked her lips nervously; Remington seemed calm, but she felt like she was facing a demon

    from hell.

    ¡°My face is hurting and I¡¯m a mess; I¡¯m going to leave.¡±

    She tried to leave, but Remington raised his hand to block Shirley¡¯s way, and instructed Cedric,

    ¡°Keep an eye on her, get to the bottom of this.¡±

    With that said, he bent down to pick up the nner and the bank card from the ground, before striding

    towards the door.

    Shirley clenched her fists; her face grew even paler as she rushed at Cedric blocking her

    way.

    ¡°I need to go to the hospital to check my face, to clean up and change, let me through.¡±

    Cedric gave Shirley a smile, ¡°Ms. Shirley Dashiell, are you going toe clean yourself, or should I

    have our bodyguard watch you while we ask the waitstaff?¡±

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    As Lizetta stepped quickly out of the cafe, the cold wind made her face feel icy.

    She raised her hand to wipe it, only to realize she had unknowingly started to cry.

    She rubbed away the tears forcefully, while lifting her head to keep them from falling. again.

    Hogan followed her out, and silently offered her a tissue; then he said with a soft voice. ¡°Go ahead and

    cry; it¡¯ll feel better once it¡¯s out. I¡¯ll block for you, and no one will see.¡± As he spoke, he stepped closer,

    while unbuttoning his coat and spreading it open. Lizetta, standing at the corner, now had a small

    private space thanks to his gesture. Lizetta had been determined not to cry, but now she couldn¡¯t help

    it. She squatted down, hugging her shoulders, and her whole body trembled silently.

    Hogan looked down at her, his expression filled with exceptional tenderness and pity.

    Remington emerged from the cafe and searched quickly. When his eyes fell on them, his gaze

    sharpened like a knife, and his hand unconsciously clenched.

    A snapping sound.

    The bank card broke in the palm of his hand; the force cut into his flesh, and droplets of blood spilled

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    After having herself a good cry and let it all out, Lizetta felt a ton lighter.

    She got to her feet, feeling a tad sheepish to look Hogan in the eye.

    With her head down, she caught sight of the coffee stain on Hogan¡¯s chest.

    If he hadn¡¯t stepped in to shield her earlier, she¡¯d have been the one wearing that coffee, and now she

    felt even more embarrassed.

    She looked up, ¡°Hogan, I¡¯m really sorry about today. Let me make it up to you with a new shirt and

    coat, okay?¡±

    ¡°Sure, let¡¯s go,¡± Hogan quickly chimed in.

    Lizetta froze, not quite catching on..

    Hogan gestured at himself, ¡°I can¡¯t head back to the hospital looking like this, can I? Weren¡¯t you going

    to make it up to me with new clothes? Aren¡¯t we hitting the

    together?¡±

    mall

    Truth is, he had his own office at the hospital with plenty of spare clothes. After all, when doctors got

    busy, it¡¯s round¨Cthe¨Cclock work, so they often crashed at the hospital.

    But Lizetta didn¡¯t think that far. She just nodded, ¡°Yeah, no problem at all. But don¡¯t you have some

    friends to meet?¡±

    Hogan replied with a smile, while giving a wiggle of his phone, ¡°Can¡¯t meet them looking like this, can I?

    It wouldn¡¯t be polite. I¡¯ll just call and reschedule.¡±

    Lizetta felt even worse. She pointed across the street.

    ¡°There¡¯s a mall just across the road there. I¡¯ve bought clothes for my brother there before. It¡¯s not

    loaded with fancy brands or anything, but if that¡¯s cool with you.¡±

    Hogan cut her off, ¡°I¡¯m not fussy about brands. Let¡¯s just head there.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ll wait for you by the road then.¡±

    The mall wasn¡¯t far across the street, so Lizetta headed to the curb to wait for Hogan¡¯s ride.

    She pulled out her phone to check messages when suddenly a car screeched to a halt beside her.

    Thinking it was Hogan, she was about to look up when she felt herself being lifted off her feet.

    Before she could react, she was bundled into the back seat.

    The culprit mmed the door shut with a bang and the car took off.

    Lizetta scrambled up from the seat, ring at the man who¡¯d kidnapped her.

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    ¡°Remington! What the hell are you ying at? I need to get out; I¡¯ve got stuff to dol

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    Remington sat there, ice¨Ccold, ignoring Lizetta¡¯s rants, and his gaze skimmed the rearview

    mirror.

    Seeing Hogan pull up in another car, get out, and start searching around, Remington smirked. But

    Hogan was never going to find her.

    With a mocking lift of his lips, Remington finally turned to Lizetta.

    ¡°Let you out so you can run off with another guy? Do I look like the kind of man who¡¯s that. generous?*

    Lizetta gritted her teeth, ¡°No, you don¡¯t. You¡¯re biased, arrogant, and a total brute. At least you¡¯re self¨C

    aware.¡±

    Remington let her mock, while keeping unfazed.

    ¡°Got any other names for me? Let¡¯s hear them.¡±

    Feeling at her wits¡® end, Lizetta could do nothing but have her chest heave with anger. She sat back

    down.

    ¡°Don¡¯t want to let me out? Fine, let¡¯s go straight to the civil affairs office. I¡¯ve cleared my debt today, and

    I¡¯m in a good mood, so I¡¯m treating you to a divorce. I¡¯ll cover the fees.¡±

    Remington chuckled coolly, ¡°Can¡¯t do that.¡±

    ¡°What do you mean?¡± Lizetta frowned, and suddenly turned to re at Remington.

    Looking at her anxious face, he gritted his teeth, and pulled out a card from his pocket, tossing it to

    Lizetta.

    ¡°The card¡¯s busted, and I didn¡¯t get the 3 million.¡±

    Lizetta stared at the broken bank card on herp, and her whole body cannot stop

    shaking.

    ¡°How could it break!¡±

    ¡°Who knows? So fragile, it could be a fake for all we know.¡±

    Lizetta was fuming, with her teeth clenched, ¡°I set up online banking. I¡¯ll transfer it to you right now.¡±

    She took out her phone, but as she was about to unlock it, that chilling voice of the man beside her

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    ¡°Are you sure you can transfer 3 million in one go?¡±

    Lizetta froze. There were daily limits on bank transfers, and to send 3 million all at once, she¡¯d need to

    get permission from the bank in advance, which she hadn¡¯t done.

    She snapped, ¡°Then send your driver to the bank right now, and I¡¯ll get a recement card

    sorted ASAP¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t have time to wait on you getting your act together.¡±

    Lizetta finally got the picture. Remington was just dragging his feet, clearly not interested in taking the 3

    million or going through with the divorce.

    She felt like aplete idiot for being so busy and busting her butt this past month, totally yed for a

    fool by him.

    Her eyes reddened, ¡°Remington, are you messing with me? You have no intention of letting me go, do

    you? You promised, you even signed the divorce papers. How can you be such a jerk? How can you

    do this?¡±

    She¡¯d already cried her eyes out once, and now her eyes were brimming with tears again, swollen and

    bloodshot.

    Remington¡¯s gaze fixed on those angry, despairing eyes. He felt as if an iron grip had seized his heart,

    making it hard for him to breathe..

    He looked away, unable to bear her gaze, and adjusted his tie before speaking.

    ¡°You¡¯re so desperate to get divorced, is it because of Hogan?¡±

    Lizetta retorted angrily, ¡°Keep Hogan out of this! Do you think everyone¡¯s like Evelina, shamelessly

    homewrecking?¡±

    Seeing her defend Hogan, and recalling the image of her crying under Hogan¡¯s coat, made the veins

    on Remington¡¯s forehead pulse.

    Suddenly, he reached out, snatching Lizetta by the waist and pulling her into his arms.

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    He looked down at her, ¡°You get all fired up just mentioning him, and you say it¡¯s not about him?¡±

    Lizetta gave a bitterugh, tears streaming down her face.

    ¡°So, not only do you look down on me, but you also think I¡¯m loose, just like Shirley said, a despicable,

    shameless woman with no morals.¡±

    Her sad, tearful face etched itself into Remington¡¯s memory, his pupils constricting as if to imprison her

    image deep within.

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    He barely cracked a smile. The feeling¡¯s mutual. In your eyes, I¡¯m no good either.¡±

    Lizetta opened her mouth but was at a loss for words. After a moment, she managed to speak.

    ¡°But you are a cheater, as clear as day. The proof¡¯s in Evelina¡¯s belly, and there¡¯s no denying it!*

    Remington¡¯s expression darkened for a moment. He had said before, the child wasn¡¯t his.

    But obviously, she didn¡¯t believe him.

    Remington closed his eyes, fearing he might lose control and hurt her.

    But Lizetta suddenly reached out, grabbing his sleeve. Her face pale, lips quivering, she looked at him

    with pleading eyes.

    ¡°We¡¯ve lost all trust in each other, staying together is just mutual torture. Remi, please let me go.

    Consider it onest act of kindness for me, okay?¡±

    Remington opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable, as if shrouded byyers of mist,

    concealing his emotions.

    He saw her eyes full of pleading hope and felt as if by simply shaking his head, she would shatter like

    ss in his arms.

    She had always been clever, understanding and knowing exactly how to hit where it hurts, to make him

    cave.

    Suddenly, Remington released his hold on Lizetta¡¯s waist and said coldly.

    ¡°Lizetta, once we¡¯re divorced and you leave the country, don¡¯te back.¡±

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    Lizetta bowed her head, tears falling. She choked back sobs as she slowly sat up from Remington¡¯s

    embrace and moved to the side, only managing a soft ¡°okay¡± after a while.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    Remingtonmanded in a cold voice.

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    Lizetta let out a sigh of relief when she heard hismand, but at the same time, tears. started flowing

    uncontrobly again.

    The driver didn¡¯t dare to make a peep.

    With a limited interior space, even though Lizetta didn¡¯t want to sob out loud, you could still hear her

    intermittent sniffles.

    Remington was visibly annoyed, he turned his head to give her a cold look and said, ¡°Lizetta, if you

    don¡¯t stop crying, I might just change my mind!¡±

    If he refused to divorce her, she would cry.

    If he agreed, she was still crying.

    She couldn¡¯t possibly be crying tears of joy, right?

    The thought crossed Remington¡¯s mind and his handsome face turned even more sour.

    His hand, resting on his knee, clenched into a fist, making a slight creaking sound.

    Lizetta, scared by his reaction, immediately stopped crying. She blinked her red eyes and shrank like a

    frightened bunny next to the car window.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be mad, I¡¯ve stopped crying,¡± she said in a muffled voice, while Remington felt his anger stuck in

    his chest, unable to vent it.

    He snorted coldly and thought, ¡°This is me being mad?¡±

    Heartless thing, she¡¯d never seen him really lose his cool.

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    Remington closed his eyes, as if even another nce at her would be too annoying.

    Lizetta exhaled quietly, pulled out a tissue, and started dabbing at her face. She sneakily fetched a

    mirror and took a look at herself.

    Seeing her red, puffy eyes and disheveled appearance in the mirror, she started to feel frustrated.

    Divorce wasn¡¯t going as she had imagined.

    They didn¡¯t hold a spectacr.wedding ceremony. She had thought that the divorce should be taken

    seriously, dressed to the nines, graceful and dignified.

    But things had gone south.

    Lizetta sighed silently and started fixing her hair in the mirror,

    Remington was half¨Casleep when his phone rang. Opening his eyes, he saw Lizetta fussing with her

    reflection in the mirror, her easy¨Cgoing demeanor making the chill in his

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    eyes grow colder.

    He thought, ¡°She really seems over the moon, can¡¯t wait to get rid of me, huh?¡±

    The call was from Cedric, and Remington was about to give him orders, so he picked up

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Ms. Shirley was just in the caf¨¦¡­¡±

    Cedric was reporting about things happened at the coffee shop, but Remington cut him off mid¨C

    sentence, ordering, ¡°Head over to the old house, grab my personal information and marriage certificate,

    and bring them to the civil affairs office.¡±

    Cedric on the other end was all confused, understanding every word but unable to make

    sense of them.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, what did you say?¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice was icy, ¡°Are you going deaf?¡±

    Cedric could feel his anger through the phone, but he didn¡¯t dare respond.

    The civil affairs office wasn¡¯t supposed to handle anything other than marriages and divorces. Was

    Remington going to get a divorce?

    But hadn¡¯t Remington been wooing his wife recently? Why the sudden divorce?

    If Cedric agreed, and Remingtonter pinned the me of his divorce on him, what kind of future would

    he have?

    And what if Remington was on speaker and was actually being cornered by his wife, just waiting for a

    way out?

    As a clueless assistant, if Cedric caused Remington to really get a divorce, he¡¯d be done

    for.

    In a matter of seconds, Cedric had a brainstorm.

    Sweating palms clutching the phone, he blurted out loudly, ¡°Hello? Hello! Mr. Dashiell, what did you

    say, I¡¯ve got a bad signal, hello?¡±

    Under immense pressure, Cedric yanked the phone away and hung up.

    All was quiet in the car, and Cedric had been so loud that even Lizetta heard him.

    Lizetta, worried about moreplications, wondered if Remington had secretly signaled Cedric to pull

    such a stunt.

    She looked at Remington with suspicion and concern, frowning, ¡°Cedric isn¡¯t on a business trip in the

    boondocks, how could he have a bad signal? If your documents are at the old house, should I call the

    driver to deliver them? Or we could go back to get them,

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    Remington¡¯s cool, detached gaze swept over the woman who was frantic to the extreme.

    His grip on the phone tightened a notch, and with a cold smirk, he said, ¡°No need.¡±

    ¡°What do you mean ¡®no need? Are you going to flip¨Cflop again? Why won¡¯t you agree to a divorce?

    With the way you¡¯re acting, I¡¯m starting to think you¡¯ve fallen for me and can¡¯t let ¨C go!¡± Lizetta blurted

    out in desperation.

    Remington¡¯s expression was momentarily unreadable, and he raised an eyebrow, ¡°If I said I loved you

    and couldn¡¯t live without you, would that stop the divorce?¡±

    Lizetta felt like she¡¯d been sucker¨Cpunched, her mind thundering with his words.

    She stared at Remington, his mocking smile and the icy calm in his eyes snapping her back to reality.

    No one confesses love with that look, certainly not with such a sarcastic tone.

    Besides, how could Remington possibly love her and not bear to part with her?

    Hadn¡¯t two years of a cold, loveless marriage clued her in?

    Lizetta clenched her fists, ¡°What¡¯s done is done, there¡¯s no turning back now. We¡¯re getting divorce

    today.¡±

    She fixed her gaze on Remington.

    On that strikingly handsome face, there was no sign of sadness or the embarrassment of being

    rejected, just endless mockery and nonchnce.

    He tapped on his phone casually, ¡°Of course, we¡¯ll divorce.¡±

    He flipped the phone in his hand and redialed Cedric.

    The phone rang again, and Cedric, like he was handling a hot potato, dared not ignore it.

    ¡°Do you

    need a raise for all this drama you¡¯re stirring up?¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice was deep and carried an ominous displeasure for Cedric¡¯s meddling.

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    Cedric hastily replied, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I¡¯ll get it immediately and bring it to you.¡±

    After hanging up, Remington nced at Lizetta with a look that seemed to say, ¡°Don¡¯t tter yourself,

    you¡¯re overthinking things big time.¡±

    Lizetta felt embarrassed and bit her lip, turning to look out the window.

    The car fell into an awkward silence until they stopped at the civil affairs office.

    Cedric hadn¡¯t arrived yet, and the driver, probably feeling the heavy air, took the opportunity to make a

    quick getaway as soon as he parked.

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    Now It was just Lizetta and Remington in the car, he leaned back to rest with his eyes closed, while she

    couldn¡¯t help but sneak nces at him.

    Even without the romance, he was still the most important man in her life.

    He had yed too many roles in her story.

    Her savior, her light, her idol, her guide, he was like a brother, like a father, and also the lover she

    yearned for but couldn¡¯t have.

    For the rest of her life, Lizetta knew, even if time healed all wounds and taught her to lover someone

    else, it would never be as deep and unforgettable as her love for the man before her.

    No one would ever etch their name in her heart with such vivid strokes as he did.

    Never again.

    With that thought, it felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

    Lizetta almost blurted out her desire to not go through with the divorce and give it another

    try.

    ¡°Seen enough?¡± Remington suddenly opened his eyes.

    As he turned his head to look at her, Lizetta quickly blinked away her sorrow and hid it behind a smile.

    ¡°Remi, your tie¡¯s crooked, let me fix it for you.¡±

    She knelt on the seat, leaned over, and without asking, grabbed hold of Remington¡¯s tie.

    He had just loosened his tie and undone a couple of shirt buttons.

    Lizetta straightened the tie, carefully adjusted the cor, fastened the buttons, and then started to retie

    the tie from scratch.

    Remington looked down at the woman close to him, resembling a dutiful wife doting on her husband.

    He thought she might not be as eager to leave as she seemed, and he raised his hand to grasp

    Lizetta¡¯s wrist, asking in a deep voice.

    ¡°Liz, is there anything else you want to say?¡±

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    Lizetta fluttered her eyshes and chuckled, ¡°You know what I was thinking about? There was this one

    time I tied a tie for you. You still remember that, Remi?¡±

    Remington¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple bobbed. Of course, he remembered, but that wasn¡¯t what he wanted to

    hear.

    He felt utterly let down and said coldly, ¡°Nope, forgot.¡±

    Lizetta smiled bitterly inside. She knew it, he must¡¯ve totally spaced on it.

    After all, it was a decade ago.

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    That day was hising¨Cof¨Cage ceremony. The eldest son of the Dashiell family hitting adulthood was

    a big deal.

    It signaled that the future helmsman of the Dashiell family was finally stepping up, ready to carry the

    weight of a new era on his shoulders.

    Naturally, the ceremony had to be grand and filled with pomp.

    The Dashiell family started prepping three months in advance, and that¡¯s when she started bugging

    Remington about tying his tie on such a significant day..

    She asked, and he agreed without a second thought.

    For that, she consulted the servants, binge¨Cwatched tutorials online, and practiced on dummies, hell¨C

    bent on tying the slickest knot for him.

    When the day finally came, he was decked out in a tailored tailcoat, looking all dapper and grown¨Cup,

    like he¡¯d morphed from a boy to a man overnight.

    She barged in with the tie, seeing the man by the window, and sorta lost her marbles for a sec. He felt

    unfamiliar yet stirred something naive in her.

    He waved her over with that familiar grin, and she nervously made her way to him, her cheeks all

    flushed.

    She was a bundle of nerves. She¡¯d been bullied by Hans for two years, and her growth spurt kicked in

    late, looking like a little girl even in middle school.

    She stood on tiptoes, practically jumping, still couldn¡¯t reach Remington¡¯s neck to loop the tie around.

    The servants snickered on the side, and her face went tomato red.

    ¡°Remi, you¡¯re doing this on purpose! Bend down a bit!¡± she whined, almost in tears.

    He burst outughing then finally bent down.

    But not the way she expected. He scooped her up instead, raising an eyebrow.

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    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll stop teasing.¡±

    She had practiced well, but for some reason, she was a mess and tied it twice.

    Hanna, getting antsy, came to check and blew a gasket at the scene.

    ¡°What the hell are you doing! Put her down, I¡¯ll do it.¡±

    She hung her head in shame and frustration, but Remington didn¡¯t put her down. Instead, he hugged

    her tighter and said,

    ¡°Take your time, no rush.¡±

    She still remembered his indulgent tone that day.

    Her spirits lifted, and she mustered up the courage to keep going with the tie.

    Hanna fumed, ¡°Since when does a sister tie her brother¡¯s tie? That¡¯s a wife¡¯s job. Your future wife won¡¯t

    be happy to hear this. There¡¯s no blood rtion.¡±

    But Remington cut her off with a sharp look.

    He said nonchntly, ¡°Mom, you are making a mountain out of a molehill. If my wife can¡¯t tolerate Liz,

    we¡¯re better off without her. Besides, I am fine with my sister tying it, for a lifetime if need be, and who¡¯s

    gonna argue?¡±

    His words left Hanna with a headache, and she stormed out.

    Butter on.

    She became his wife, and he became the man who wouldn¡¯te home.

    Lizetta never imagined that as his wife, the only time she¡¯d tie his tie would be the day of their divorce.

    So now, she did it with care and took her sweet time.

    Like a kid about to go wandering, savoring thest precious piece of cake on the sly.

    But Remington suddenly reached out, yanked the tie from Lizetta¡¯s hands, and said coldly, ¡°Enough. If

    you don¡¯t wanna be Mrs. Dashiell, then don¡¯t do what my wife¡¯s supposed to

    do.¡±

    With that, Remington swung open the car door and hopped out first.

    Lizetta felt the silky tie slip through her fingers. She instinctively clenched her hand but caught nothing.

    Cedric showed up pretty quick, and as soon as Remington got what he needed, they entered the hall

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    The driver came up to them, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I snagged a number earlier, we¡¯re up soon.¡±

    Cedric trailed behind, his mind boggled as he nced at the driver, feeling a pang of sympathy for

    the dude.

    He hadn¡¯t expected that he¡¯d y the t

    up the ck.

    True bro right there.

    today, but lo and behold, someone else was there to pick

    Remington didn¡¯t show much emotion, snatched the paper from the driver¡¯s hand, and led Lizetta to the

    window.

    But that very night, the driver got shipped off to the boonies, though that¡¯s a story for another day.

    At the moment, thedy who handles divorce looked at the striking couple before her, her face etched

    with regret.

    ¡°Have you two really thought this through? If not, please go see our mediator over there.¡±

    She didn¡¯t finish her sentence, as Lizetta and Remington almost cut her off in unison.

    ¡°We¡¯ve made up our minds.¡±

    ¡°No need.¡±

    Thedy sighed, seeing their resolve, she figured there wasn¡¯t much else to say.

    No kids involved, and the divorce papers were already signed.

    But when she nced at the divorce agreement, she got ticked off.

    What¡¯s the deal with this divorce agreement? The guy isn¡¯t giving his ex¨Cwife any assets, and why is

    the woman coughing up 3 million?

    Her gaze at Remington lost all admiration and became one of disdain, and then she turned to Lizetta.

    ¡°Miss, did you really sign this divorce agreement willingly?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Yes, it was voluntary.¡±

    Thedy was skeptical, ¡°Miss, don¡¯t be scared. If someone¡¯s pressuring or threatening you, you can tell

    us.

    Remington¡¯s face turned dark, and Lizetta quickly waved her hands, ¡°No, no, that¡¯s not it.¡±

    Not it?

    Then it hit her, this seemingly imposing man was actually a kept man, walking away with a hefty sum

    from the woman in the divorce.

    What a bad guy.

    Thedy¡¯s attitude did a 180, she processed their paperwork swiftly, and added,

    ¡°There¡¯s a 30¨Cday cooling¨Coff period, during which either party can have a change of heart and

    withdraw the divorce application. After 30 days, you cane and collect your divorce certificate.¡±

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    After rifying the procedure and handing back the documents, Lizetta asked, ¡°I¡¯m leaving the country

    in a few days. Do I have to be here in person to collect the divorce certificate, or can a friend pick it up

    for me?¡±

    As she finished her question, the chill around the man beside her intensified.

    He looked down at her, his voice seething through clenched teeth, ¡°Huh, Lizetta, is this how you half¨C

    ass our divorce?¡±

    Lizetta felt a bit guilty: she had actually looked it up online and knew that one had to collect the divorce

    certificate in person.

    But she¡¯d be abroad when the time came, anding back would be too much hassle.

    More importantly, she was scared that by then her pregnancy might show, and Remington would find

    out.

    So she¡¯d asked, brazening it out.

    But the clerk shook her head, ¡°After that, it has to be collected in person; no one else can do it for you.¡±

    Lizetta was a bit disappointed and nodded.

    Then thedy suddenly gave Lizetta a piece of advice, ¡°Next time you pick a husband, keep your eyes

    peeled. Can¡¯t just go for looks.¡±

    This man¡¯s a freeloader, acting all high and mighty just now, what an attitude.

    Remington chuckled and turned, striding out first, his back exuding an icy aura.

    Lizetta managed an awkward smile and exined, ¡°Thanks, ma¡¯am, but it really is my own willingness

    to forgo everything. He¡¯s not the kind of man you¡¯re thinking of, the type to exploit a woman for money.

    Please don¡¯t misunderstand him.¡±

    Even though they were divorcing, she didn¡¯t want Remington to be looked down upon with disdain.

    She turned and hurried after him.

    Thedy watched their retreating figures, thinking to herself what an odd couple they were.

    Was it the woman who had an affair?

    Lizetta felt guilty for Remington¡¯s disdain from the clerk and caught up to him.

    ¡°Remi, don¡¯t be upset, I¡¯ve already exined to thatdy that I¡­¡±

    But before she could finish, she saw Hanna and Evelina approaching.

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    Lizetta¡¯s exnation came to an abrupt halt, feeling like she had a lump in her chest.

    She and Remington had only just filed for divorce, and he couldn¡¯t wait to spill the beans to Evelina?

    Even though she was hell¨Cbent on getting divorced, she didn¡¯t expect to bump into the other woman as

    soon as the paperwork was in.

    Shouldn¡¯t she at least get the respect she deserved from Remington today?

    ¡°If you were so eager, you should¡¯ve just agreed with me earlier.¡± Lizetta let out a sarcastic chuckle and

    walked away.

    But Remington grabbed her wrist, ¡°You think I invited them here?¡±

    Lizetta said nothing and just yanked her hand back.

    ¡°Let go of me, we¡¯re divorced. Mr. Dashiell. Show some dignity, please.¡±

    But before she could finish her sentence, the man pulled her into his embrace.

    ¡°What the hell are you doing?¡±

    Lizetta struggled as Remington, with a mischievous and slightly malicious tone, murmured in her

    ear.

    ¡°Just a reminder, we¡¯ve filed for divorce, it¡¯s not final yet. And you, my dear, are still my wife!¡±

    Lizetta gritted her teeth in frustration, unable to break free, and gave up struggling.

    By then, Hanna and Evelina had already approached.

    ¡°Remington, are you two divorced?¡± Hanna tried to hide her glee, furrowing her brow with a facade of

    concern.

    Remington shot them a cold look, ¡°How did you two get here?¡±

    ¡°I was heading back to the old house today and saw Cedric going back to get some documents. I was

    worried and followed him. Just then, Eve called me, all anxious, so we came together.¡±

    Remington let out a scoff full of scorn.

    Hanna¡¯s face turned sour, clearly thinking Remington was mocking her.

    But Lizetta knew that his scornfulugh was aimed at her, as the grip on her waist tightened.

    She¡¯d misunderstood him, and he was pissed. Lizetta didn¡¯t want to provoke him further, she stayed

    put in his arms.

    Especially with Evelina so excited and eager, Lizetta didn¡¯t want to give her the satisfaction.

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    ¡°Remi, both of you should think this over, don¡¯t act rashly. It¡¯s not easy being a couple. Plenty of

    couplesck love but still support each other. Lizetta, is it because of me? You really got it wrong.

    there¡¯s nothing between me and Remington, I didn¡¯t mean to rece you.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s acting skills were top¨Cnotch, her eyes welling up, looking genuinely distressed as if she

    was the one getting divorced.

    Watching the two put on their act, Lizetta felt a mischievous urge and gave a small smile.

    She let her body go limp and snuggled closer to Remington, wrapping her arms around his waist.

    interrupting Evelina, ¡°I¡¯m so touched, you guys. No worries, Remi can¡¯t let me go. He was weeping in

    front of the mediator, begging me to stay, so we¡¯re not divorced. I¡¯ve decided to give Remil another

    chance.¡±

    Evelina and Hanna¡¯s expressions froze as if struck by lightning.

    Lizetta burst outughing, ¡°Sorry, just kidding. Look how scared you got.¡±

    Hanna was visibly angry, ¡°Lizetta!¡±

    Tears fell from Evelina¡¯s eyes as she clung to her role, pleading with Hanna.

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna, Lizetta is mad at me, she¡¯s just messing with me. Don¡¯t be upset; if you get sick, it¡¯ll be all

    my fault.¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand to watch their charade any longer. She let go of Remington and stepped out of

    his embrace, waving her hand dismissively.

    ¡°Duty done, you guys should celebrate. I¡¯m out.¡±

    She didn¡¯t look back at Hanna and Evelina, striding off first.

    Remington watched her light and carefree figure with a clenched fist by his side, his handsome face

    cold.

    ¡°Remington, look at her, not a shred of kindness or modesty. Better off without her. Eve¡¯s pregnant, you

    should hurry up and get married. By the way, have you asked the staff when we can do the wedding

    paperwork?¡±

    Hanna, having been called out by Lizetta, dropped all pretenses.

    Evelina¡¯s heart raced; she blushed and looked down, filled with anticipation.

    Lizetta was just a fake heiress, everything she had was because she had taken over someone else¡¯s.

    life.

    Why

    should Lizetta get to marry a catch like Remington and lord it over her?

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    Now that Lizetta had divorced, Remington was all hers.

    Once Lizetta was out of sight, Remington shifted his gaze onto Hanna.

    ¡°Liz just said it, didn¡¯t she? I was bawling my eyes out begging her to stay, and the divorce didn¡¯t go

    through. If I¡¯m still his husband, why the heck would I get married?¡±

    He had this poker face, totally deadpan, you couldn¡¯t tell he was joking, and he sounded way too

    serious.

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    Hanna was once again stunned, and even Evelina looked up in shock.

    Remington¡¯s eyes were unreadable.

    Evelina bit her lip, trying to hold back her impatience, then suddenly noticed Remington¡¯s dangling right

    hand and gasped.

    ¡°Remi, what happened to your hand? Let me take a look, how on earth did you get this?¡±

    Hanna also nced over, her face showing concern.

    Indeed, Remington¡¯s right hand was dripping blood, he was clenching it so tightly that the wound was

    not clearly visible.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± Hanna still cared about her son.

    Evelina, already anxious, stepped forward to reach for Remington¡¯s hand, but he lifted his hand to

    avoid her.

    He didn¡¯t finish his sentence, a hint of self¨Cderision shed in his eyes as he strode out.

    The cut in the palm of his hand was from that snapped card, not too deep, not too shallow, a trace of

    blood ¨C he had already stopped the bleeding in the car and had forgotten the pain if not reminded.

    Now that he was reminded, he felt the pain again and realized he had clenched his fist too hard and

    reopened the wound.

    But Lizetta had been with him the whole time, and she hadn¡¯t even noticed the wound on his hand.

    Probably, now that they were divorced, she acted like he was invisible to her.

    ¡°Hey, Remington!¡±

    Hanna called out, but he kept walking with a cold back, not turning around. Hanna frowned.

    ¡°It must be because of that Lizetta, that jinx, that home¨Cwrecker! But what did Remington mean just

    now, are they divorced or not?¡±

    This was driving her nuts!

    Evelina was also tearing her hair out in frustration. Sheforted Hanna and herself, saying.

    ¡°With Remi¡¯s personality, how could he possibly be crying and begging in front of a mediator? He must

    be divorced. Just wait, Mrs. Hanna, I¡¯ll go to the window and ask.¡±

    Ten minutester, Evelina got the answer she wanted.

    She sent Hanna back home, sweet¨Ctalking and pampering her the whole way until Hanna was happy

    as a m. Evelina only left when she was perfectly content.

    On the way back, thinking of Lizetta¡¯s arrogant demeanor earlier, Evelina turned gloomy.

    Why was Lizetta still smiling?

    Daring to say she was picking up the pieces, implying that Evelina was only good enough for Lizetta¡¯s

    leftovers?

    What a bitch!

    Evelina¡¯s eyes were cold as she pulled out her phone and called Jolin.

    ¡°Mom, today Lizetta and Remington submitted their divorce papers. Lizetta has already applied to be a

    student of the world¨Crenowned dancer Dories and will soon go abroad for further study. You didn¡¯t

    know about this, did you?¡±

    On the other end of the phone, Jolin¡¯s voice was predictably sharp and anxious.

    ¡°What? Divorced? Studying abroad? That ungrateful girl! She didn¡¯t breathe a word of it to me,

    heartless thing. Is she nning to ditch me and go off to enjoy herself abroad?¡±

    that

    Evelina sighed, ¡°Mom, if Lizetta doesn¡¯t care about you, she can¡¯t just ignore Thaddeus, right? If she

    goes abroad and doesn¡¯te back, what will happen to him?¡±

    Jolin was already on her way out to find Lizetta; she couldn¡¯t let Lizetta fly the coop like that.

    Without Lizetta, how would she ever step foot in the Dashiell family¡¯s door again, where would she get

    money?

    But Lizetta wasn¡¯t easy to handle, that heartless girl was tough as nails and didn¡¯t give a damn about

    her, getting money out of her was tougher than reaching the heavens.

    Hearing Evelina¡¯s words, Jolin¡¯s eyes lit up with a n.

    The next day. Lizetta went to the hospital early. She had already discussed with Hogan over the phone

    the night before toe to the hospital and handle the transfer procedures for her brother.

    Thaddeus had also contacted the medical team in Astoria, who would immediately send medical

    personnel to take care of Thaddeus¡® vital signs for the entire journey abroad.

    However, Lizetta didn¡¯t expect that the transfer procedures would be so troublesome.

    Jolin, who hardly ever came to see Thaddeus, was already in the hospital room early in the morning.

    with her brother¡¯s family, blocking Lizetta from taking Thaddeus away.

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    ¡°Where the heck are you nning to take your brother? He¡¯s my only son, and I¡¯m counting on him to

    wake up and take care of me in my old age. He¡¯s not going anywhere!¡±

    Jolin sat on the hospital bed, clinging to Thaddeus like her life depended on it.

    Apollo, Jolin¡¯s brother, stood in front of Lizetta.

    ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯ve got it all wrong. Thaddeus is your mom¡¯s pride and joy, her lifeline. And here you are.

    scheming to sneak him out of the country. What if something goes wrong on the ne, or he can¡¯t

    make it abroad? Wouldn¡¯t your mom be devastated if she couldn¡¯t even see him onest time?¡±

    Erica, Apollo¡¯s wife, was nodding along, sweet¨Ctalking Lizetta with all the patience of a saint.

    ¡°Liz, I know you¡¯re a good kid, full of heart and loyalty. You¡¯ve taken on the tough job of caring for your

    brother and even want to take him abroad for treatment. That¡¯s not easy, but you¡¯ve got to think about

    your mom too. If he¡¯s awake, he¡¯d surely hate to leave your mom behind.¡±

    Ynda stood by Lizetta¡¯s side, but when she saw them crowding around the hospital bed, she couldn¡¯t

    help but scoff.

    ¡°How often have you even visited Thaddeus? You, his mom, showing up once or twice a month? And

    you, his uncles and aunties, have you evene by once this year? Now that Liz is trying to get him

    better treatment abroad, you all pop up out of the woodwork. What¡¯s your game?¡±

    Ynda was so furious, she wished she could split their chests open with an axe to see if their

    hearts were ck.

    How could they be so calcting with their own son, their own nephew?

    ¡°You can¡¯t talk like that, youngdy. We¡¯re just ordinary folks, life¡¯s tough. We hustle from dawn till dusk

    to make ends meet. Sure, we care about our nephew, but we¡¯re not like you, Lizetta. You live it up as

    the Dashiell family¡¯sdy of leisure with all the time in the world to make hospital visits. It¡¯s not that we

    don¡¯t care, we¡¯re just powerless.¡±

    Erica put on a pitiful face as she spoke.

    Her words were not just nonsense but also a sly suggestion that Lizetta was just putting on a show at

    the hospital to build her persona.

    Ynda was fuming, ready to roll up her sleeves and say, ¡°You won¡¯t leave, huh? Alright, I¡¯ll throw each

    of you out myself!¡±

    ¡°Oh my, someone call security! There¡¯s a ruckus in the ward!¡±

    Erica dramatically sat on the floor, clinging to the leg of Thaddeus¡® hospital bed, throwing a fit.

    Lizetta grabbed Ynda, her face cold as ice, and red at the three of them.

    ¡°Spit it out. What do you want?¡±

    Jolin and the others were obviously here to negotiate terms. Lizetta was all ears.

    Jolin let go of Thaddeus and looked at Lizetta.

    ¡°My smart girl. Look, it¡¯s not that I can¡¯t let Thaddeus go with you. He¡¯s my son, and if he can wake up,

    no one would be happier than his momma. But you two are all I¡¯ve got. If you both leave, how am I

    supposed to,¡±

    Lizetta had no patience for the theatrics, cutting her off, ¡°Cut to the chase.¡±

    ¡°A cool million! Cough up a million for me to retire on, and you can take your brother,¡± Jolin demanded.

    ¡°A million? Have you lost your minds? Greedy much? Dream on! Do you think Liz is some kind of ATM

    or a cash cow? You want to push sick Thaddeus onto Liz and in exchange live the high life with a

    million? You guys must think the man upstairs isn¡¯t listening. Ain¡¯t you scared of getting struck by

    lightning?¡±

    Ynda was beyond outraged, almost sick to her stomach with their greedy antics.

    Lizetta was stunned by Jolin¡¯s outrageous demand, responding coldly, ¡°I don¡¯t have the money. Go

    ahead and check my bank details if you don¡¯t believe me. Not a million, not even a hundred thousand.¡±

    Indeed, Lizetta was broke. She had paid Remington the three million, which had already cleared her

    out.

    The little she had left was barely enough for the trip abroad and to live on a shoestring for a month.

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    How could she possibly scrape together anything to support the blood¨Csucking Gardenia family?

    ¡°How can you not have money? You¡¯re Mrs. Dashiell. Even if you don¡¯t get a billion in the divorce, you

    must have at least one million, right?¡±

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    Apollo looked totally skeptical and thought to himself that one million was a steal

    Erica got back on her feet and rolled up Thaddeus¡® right sleeve.

    ¡°Lizetta. Thaddeus always had your back, remember? Check out this scar. Isn¡¯t this from when Hans

    got you that one time? It¡¯s a whopper. He bled buckets for you. You can¡¯t be cold feet over one mil can

    you?¡±

    Thaddeus¡® right arm was marked with a particrly ghastly scar that ran from his forearm all the way to

    his armpit.

    He¡¯d taken the hit for Lizetta, all right.

    Thaddeus had been bedridden for over a year, skin and bones, muscle atrophy making the wound look

    all the more ferocious.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand to see Thaddeus bedridden and toyed with like this, subjected to such

    humiliation. Her eyes shed with frost.

    *Get your hands off my big brother!¡±

    She surged forward and yanked Erica away with force.

    Erica stumbled, banging her lower back against the corner of a table and let out a scream.

    Apollo, seeing his wife hurt, flew into a rage and swung at Lizetta.

    Ynda, who¡¯d been right by Lizetta¡¯s side, wasn¡¯t about to let him get away with it. Sheshed out

    with a kick and sent the not¨Cso¨Cslender Apollo flying.

    Suddenly, the hospital room was in utter chaos.

    Over at the Dashiell Group¡¯s CEO office.

    Remington, dressed in a sharp dark gray suit, was the picture of elegance and calm, seemingly

    handling thepany¡¯s business like any other day.

    But whaty open before him wasn¡¯t any sort of official document.

    It was a diary.

    In it. Lizetta¡¯s familiar handwriting detailed her daily routine, work ns, and various sources of ie.

    Each page, each line, was a testament to the sweat and tears she¡¯d poured into this period of her

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    life.

    Those umted sums were indeed the fruits of Lizetta¡¯s ownbor.

    Deep down, he¡¯d still been seeing her as that little girl who couldn¡¯t do without the Dashiell family.

    He had underestimated her.

    His girl was far more capable and far more ruthless than he¡¯d imagined.

    This hard¨Cearned money was also a clear sign of her determination to leave him.

    Remington¡¯s fingers clenched the pages of the diary until his knuckles turned white.

    Just then, Cedric burst through the door.

    Remington, unflustered, closed the diary and tucked it into a drawer.

    He looked up, ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

    Cedric had been on pins and needles since yesterday, afraid of saying the wrong thing and stepping on

    andmine.

    But, to his surprise, Remington had been remarkablyposed, almost unnervingly so, as if he hadn¡¯t

    just gone through a divorce.

    The moreposed Remington was, the more unnerved Cedric felt.

    He was walking on eggshells, experiencing the ancient sentiment of serving a king being akin to living

    with a tiger.

    Especially now, as he had to report something regarding the now ex¨CMrs. Dashiell, he didn¡¯t know

    whether he should even bring it up.

    But not reporting it felt even riskier to Cedric.

    Man, this was tough.

    ¡°Um, Ms. Gardenia, she¡­¡±

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia? Which Ms. Gardenia?¡±

    Cedric hadn¡¯t finished speaking when Remington cut him off with an icy tone.

    But that reaction made everything clear to Cedric, and he began to speak more smoothly.

    ¡°It¡¯s about Mrs. Dashiell. The hospital called saying Jolin, along with her brother and sister¨Cinw,

    were causing a ruckus in Thaddeus¡® room. Things got physical with Mrs. Dashiell,¡±

    After thest near¨Cmiss with Thaddeus almost being kicked out of the hospital for unpaid bills,

    Remington had instructed the hospital to contact him if anything happened.

    That was why they got in touch with Cedric this

    time.

    Cedric let out a sigh of relief after speaking but was still feeling anxious.

    Lizetta was adamant about the divorce and moving abroad, and the divorce was now official.

    Would Remington still care about his former wife¡¯s affairs?

    And as for her moving abroad, Remington surely had a myriad of ways to stop her, yet he hadn¡¯t done

    a thing these past few days.

    Was Remington really going to let her go just like that?

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    Ward.

    Ynda booted Apollo right out the door, shielding Lizetta.

    ¡°Liz, you okay?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head at Ynda, while on the other side Apollo hit the deck and started howling.

    clutching his chest. ¡°Ow, ow, ow!¡±

    ¡°Apollo, what¡¯s got you in such a pickle?¡± Jolin rushed over.

    ¡°Jolin, I think that little witch broke my ribs. It¡¯s killing me! We gotta milk them for more medical bills!

    Apollo, clutching his chest, red at Lizetta in anger.

    Frica was also clutching her lower back, plopped down on the ground and started to throw a fit, ¡°My

    back¡¯s all messed up now too, Lizetta. You gotta cough up at least another million for my medical

    expenses!¡±

    Themotion in the ward had already drawn a crowd at the door, with some even whipping out their

    phones to record the drama.

    Through tears, Erica turned to the onlookers and pointed at Lizetta, ¡°Look at this, everyone. My

    husband¡¯s niece here, her own brother¡¯s a vegetable in bed, her mom¡¯s counting on her for retirement,

    but now that she¡¯s married rich, she doesn¡¯t give a hoot about her own mother, not a dime for support.

    She¡¯s even nning to jet off abroad and nevere back.¡±

    Erica, tugging at Jolin, cried out. ¡°Jolin, why¡¯s life got to be so rough for you? How¡¯d you end up raising

    such a heartless daughter?¡±

    Apollo, leaning against the wall to stand up, stepped in front of Lizetta.

    ¡°Lizetta, if you won¡¯t support your mom, I will, ¡®cause she¡¯s my sis. But you can¡¯t just leave her high and

    dry. I mean, doesn¡¯t she owe her some support?¡±

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    The rubberneckers didn¡¯t know the full story.

    Seeing Jolin and co. cry their eyes out, hurt and broken, and Thaddeus lying on the hospital bed,

    hanging between life and death, they felt sorry for Jolin and started verbally throwing stones at Lizetta.

    ¡°Dressed to the nines, got enough dough to travel but can¡¯t support her old folks?¡±

    ¡°Your parents didn¡¯t have it easy raising you. How can you just think about escaping to greener

    pastures?¡±

    ¡°Yeah, you¡¯ve got to dish out the support money. If not, she could be sued!¡±

    ¡°Lady, don¡¯t worry. If your daughter refuses to pay up. I¡¯ll st this video all over the inte. She¡¯d feel

    ashamed after leaving the country!¡±

    They were all wagging their fingers, indignation written on their faces.

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    Someone, god knows where from, snatched an egg and hurled it at Lizetta.

    ¡°Not even supporting her own mother. What a beast, deserves a good beating!¡±

    ¡°Liz, watch out!¡±

    Ynda protected Lizetta, and the egg smashed against the back of her head, gooey yolk dripping

    down.

    ¡°Ha! Serves her right! So satisfying! Just a pity it didn¡¯t smack right into Lizetta¡¯s face.¡±

    In the hospital parking lot. Evelina sat in her car, phone in hand, watching the live stream of the ward.

    Evelina wanted Jolin to make a scene, and she sure as heck wanted to see it herself for some sweet

    revenge. She had set up the live stream in advance and even bought some views to heat things up.

    Now, the live stream was buzzing with a few tens of thousands of viewers, and thements section

    was a storm of abuse aimed at Lizetta.

    [She¡¯s pretty but such a cold heart, neglecting her own brother and mother, and assaulting her elders!]

    [No matter how pretty, she¡¯s nothing but a heartless beast.]

    [Carrying a bag worth thousands but won¡¯t support her family. Heartless towards her sick brother.

    Despicable!]

    [She¡¯s got that seductive look about her. Wouldn¡¯t be surprised if she¡¯s someone¡¯s mistress.]

    Evelina was over the moon seeing the barrage of insults in the live stream.

    Lizetta and Remington were already done for, divorced. Remington surely wouldn¡¯t bother with Lizetta¡¯s

    hot mess anymore.

    Even if Lizetta managed to leave the country, she wouldn¡¯t be able to do it with her head held high.

    She¡¯d be run out of Zion City like a scalded rat!

    The live stream kept rolling.

    Back in the ward. Lizetta pulled Ynda aside, frantically checking her head.

    ¡°Yoli, you good?¡±

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    It was Hogan.

    Decked out in ab coat, he oozed doctor vibes and authority. The crowd was instantly zapped into

    silence.

    ¡°Dr. White.¡± A bunch of frazzled nurses clung to him like he was their rock.

    Hogan¡¯s voice thundered again, ¡°Security¡¯s on its way, cut the drama! This is a hospital! All you

    rubberneckers, scatter!¡±

    He barked orders at the medical staff, ¡°Go check on the patients, stat.¡±

    The crowd thinned out in no time, with the head nurse leading her team into the ward.

    Lizetta finally stepped away from the bedside, taking a deep breath as she made her way towards

    Hogan and Ynda at the door.

    Ynda¡¯s livestream was still rolling. She aimed the camera at Jolin and Apollo¡¯s faces inside the ward

    and sted at her viewers.

    ¡°Things are not at all what you¡¯ve been hearing, folks. You¡¯ve been yed by these three, take a good

    look at their mugs!¡±

    ¡°What the heck are you doing?¡±

    ¡°Back off, shut it down!¡±

    The trio of Jolin was herded back, hands awkwardly shielding their faces from

    e lens.

    The head nurse, tired of themotion, reminded them, and Ynda finally killed the livestream.

    Meanwhile, Evelina, who had been glued to the stream in her car, saw the chat flip and threw her

    phone in a fit of rage.

    Fuming, she looked up just in time to see a familiar Cullinan speeding into the underground parking

    lot.

    Seeing Remington get out and stride towards the elevator with Cedric, Evelina bit her lip till it almost

    bled.

    Remington was here, too.

    He still cared, he was here for Lizetta!

    Evelina recalled the male voice she¡¯d heard on the livestream, her lips curled into a cold smirk.

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    Too bad for Remington, he was a stepte. Witnessing someone else ying the knight in shining

    armor for Lizetta must have been a bitter pill to swallow.

    Evelina let out a snort and swung her car door open.

    Back in the ward.

    Jolin thought a little ruckus would do the trick, that Lizetta would cough up the cash.

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    She couldn¡¯t believe Lizetta left her marriage to Remington without a penny to her name.

    But despite all themotion, Lizetta didn¡¯t budge an inch.

    Once Hogan showed up, followed by hospital security, they even booted Jolin and her posse out of the

    ward.

    ¡°I¡¯m warning you, no more trouble, get lost!¡± Security let go, eyeing the trio.

    Lizetta stepped out of the ward, knowing she had to deal with Thaddeus¡® situation.

    Kicking Jolin andpany out wouldn¡¯t be the end of it¨Cthey were bound to cause more trouble. With

    Thaddeus Incapacitated and Jolin his mother, if she wanted to stand in the way, getting Thad out of the

    country would be a real headache.

    The moment Lizetta appeared, Jolin red at her with venom, spitting curses.

    ¡°You little wretch, if I call the cops and say no, they won¡¯t let you take my son anywhere!¡±

    Jolin was banking on this, trying to bleed Lizetta dry.

    Gritting her teeth, Lizetta tried to negotiate, ¡°I can¡¯t pull a million out of thin air, fifty grand, let me take

    my brother, and I¡¯ll pay you over six months.¡±

    ¡°Fifty grand? Lizetta, you think you¡¯re dealing with a beggar? Not a penny less than a million!¡±

    ¡°Yeah, not a penny less!¡±

    Jolin and Erica started to make a racket, but Lizetta just scoffed.

    ¡°I said fifty grand, and I won¡¯t give a dime more. Take it or leave it. Call the cops if you want, they aren¡¯t

    blind. You might end up with nothing, and if this turns into extortion, that¡¯ll be real fun. Think

    about it.¡±

    Done wasting her breath, Lizetta stated her piece and turned to head back into the ward.

    But Apollo was seething, suddenly lunging to grab Lizetta by the shoulder, rearing back to p her.

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    Hogan was feeling suspicious and came out just in time to catch the scene.

    He reached out, pulling Lizetta into his arms, while grabbing Apollo¡¯s wrist with his other hand giving it

    a twist and then shoving the guy away hard.

    Apollo stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

    ¡°You alright?¡±

    Hogan wrapped an arm around Lizetta¡¯s shoulder, looking down at her with concern.

    Lizetta had felt the wind from the ping her way; her face was a bit pale as she shook her head

    at Hogan.

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    But then something caught her eye, and she froze. Not far away, Remington was striding towards

    them.

    The guy had that usual icy¨Chot look and an air of casual elegance.

    And right by his side, matching his steps, was Evelina.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze lingered on the two side by side, her fingers curling into her palm.

    ¡°Mrs. Jolin, how could you guyse here and make a scene?¡± Eveline came over and grabbed Jolin,

    looking frantic and scolding her.

    Jolin, as if seeing her own daughter, started to cry as she clung to Evelina.

    ¡°Eve, darling, you have to stand up for me. Your sister wants to take your brother abroad and doesn¡¯t

    care if I live or die. Left here all alone ¨C it¡¯s just not right.¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Jolin, don¡¯t cry. You must¡¯ve misunderstood Lizetta. She¡¯s kind¨Chearted; she wouldn¡¯t just leave

    you in the lurch,¡± Evelina consoled Jolin while subtly throwing shade at Lizetta.

    But Remington¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t waver towards anyone else; he walked right up to Lizetta and Hogan.

    His eyes fixed on Hogan¡¯s right hand, still resting on Lizetta¡¯s shoulder, the chill in his gaze deepening

    as he barely curved his lips and said,

    ¡°Dr. White, you are really eager to lend a hand.¡±

    Hogan didn¡¯t move his hand away, looking back at Remington with a nd response, Mr. Dashiell I¡¯m

    ttered.¡±

    Seeing Lizetta allowing Hogan to hold her, Remington reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her

    gently to his side and said softly.

    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you call me when trouble hit? Dr. White¡¯s an outsider; can¡¯t be good always bothering

    outsiders.¡±

    Lizetta thought he was being ridiculous. They had already filed for divorce.

    Wasn¡¯t he an outsider here too?

    Why should she call him about her problems? And with him bringing Evelina along, it didn¡¯t seem

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    like he was here to help her.

    More like he was here to back up Evelina and Jolin.

    Lizetta felt today¡¯s drama couldn¡¯t be unrted to Evelina. Had she lost her mind to notify Remington?

    To give Evelina backup?

    Lizetta pulled her hand free, ¡°Did the Starlight Group go bust or something? Mr. Dashiell, you got too

    much time on your hands?¡±

    Remington let go of Lizetta without making a fuss.

    But the next second, he patted her shoulder twice.

    Where he patted was exactly where Hogan¡¯s hand had been, like he was trying to wipe off some dirt.

    After patting, his hand stayed there, not moving a possessive gesture.

    Lizetta looked up, furrowing her brow, and Remington told her..

    ¡°Don¡¯t talk nonsense. I still need the Starlight Group to provide for the family and for you. The Starlight

    Group isn¡¯t going bust.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes widened.

    What on earth was he on about? They were divorced. If he was providing for anyone, it was Evelina.

    What did it have to do with her?

    ¡°We¡¯ve already¡­¡±

    Lizetta tried to remind Remington, but he cut her off, looking up at Hogan and saying.

    ¡°Dr. White, you have already resigned from the hospital. Professionally, you¡¯re no longer a doctor here,

    and personally, this is all our family business. We¡¯d appreciate it if you could give us some space to

    sort this out ourselves. However, thanks for the help just now, Dr. White.¡±

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    Hogan returned the smile with aid¨Cback air.

    ¡°Thaddeus is my patient, and whether I quit or not, I¡¯ve got his back. Liz is also a buddy

    and my junior, so it¡¯s only right for me to stick around and lend a hand.¡±

    He didn¡¯t budge an inch, his gaze settling on Remington¡¯s big hand draped around Lizetta, and with a

    grin, he added.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, since you and Liz are officially divorced, you¡¯d think keeping your distance would be the

    way to go, right?¡±

    Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta¡¯s shoulder, but his expression was cool as a cucumber, and he

    raised an eyebrow.

    ¡°Just paperwork for now. Nothing¡¯s set in stone until the dust settles, am I right, Mrs.

    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    Dashiell?¡±

    He leaned in close to whisper in Lizetta¡¯s ear.

    Lizetta caught the threatening undertone in his words; he was practically a hair¡¯s breadth away from

    saying he¡¯d cancel the divorce if she stepped out of line.

    Lizetta pursed her lips, shot him a re, and then turned to Hogan with an apologetic smile.

    ¡°Thanks for stepping in just now, Hogan. You must be swamped, and I can handle my own stuff, so I

    won¡¯t keep you any longer.¡±

    Hogan looked at Lizetta with a tender gaze, nodded with a smile, and said, ¡°If you need anything, just

    holler.¡±

    After he left, Lizetta turned to Remington, ¡°Like Hogan said, we¡¯re divorced. I¡¯d appreciate it, Mr.

    Dashiell, if you¡¯d keep your distance. Can you let go now?¡±

    The softness that had appeared in Remington¡¯s eyes at the departure of his rival quickly sharpened

    again at her frosty words.

    Evelina was green with envy at their continued close interaction.

    She nudged Jolin..

    Jolin approached Remington with a gloomy face, ¡°Remington, Liz is such a homebird, hardly ever been

    far from home, and now she¡¯s suddenly nning to jet off abroad with her brother. How can I rest

    easy? Better to leave Thaddeus for me to care for, so Liz can have a breather overseas.¡±

    Jolin couldn¡¯t outright ask for the one million in front of Remington, so she yed the

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    card of wanting to keep Thaddeus behind.

    If she had Thaddeus under her thumb, Lizetta would have no choice but to keep the money flowing

    back, right?

    Apollo and his wife wanted to chime in, but Remington¡¯s frosty nce shut them up.

    His presence was somanding that the trio instantly fizzled out.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but scoff at their cowardice.

    But before she could say anything, Remington nodded, ¡°I think that makes sense. It¡¯s best for

    Thaddeus to stay here.¡±

    The trio lit up with joy, clearly not expecting Remington to take their side.

    Lizetta, on the other hand, felt a chill run through her body, her blood seemingly running cold.

    Evelina frowned, her mind racing.

    Remington couldn¡¯t possibly be so petty as to side with Jolin¡¯s lot out of jealousy from the divorce, just

    to torment Lizetta.

    Thaddeus was someone Lizetta cared about deeply. Could it be that Remington didn¡¯t truly want a

    divorce and was nning to keep Thaddeus as leverage to hold on to

    Lizetta?

    This couldn¡¯t be happening!

    Right then, Evelina deeply regretted not urging Lizetta to leave the country smoothly and swiftly.

    ¡°What gives you the right to decide for me!¡±

    Lizetta shoved Remington hard, and though he released her shoulder, he grabbed her

    wrist.

    He shot a look to Cedric, who stepped forward to escort Jolin¡¯s trio.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell and his wife need to talk. Why don¡¯t you threee with me? We¡¯ll make sure you¡¯re

    satisfied with the oue.¡±

    Knowing that Remington was on their side, the trio didn¡¯t ask any questions and cheerfully followed

    Cedric.

    Evelina felt something was off and took a couple of steps to follow, only to be blocked by Cedric.

    ¡°Ms. Hawthorne, better not to meddle, right? After all, you¡¯re no longer part of the

    Gardenia family.¡±

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    Cedric was all polite but distant, which made Evelina stop dead in her tracks.

    She turned around, only to find Remington already walking off with Lizetta by the hand, leaving her

    stranded like a wallflower.

    Evelina gritted her teeth in frustration and was about to give chase when the hospital room door

    opened and out came Ynda, drying her hair.

    Ynda had just shielded Lizetta from a drive¨Cby egging and had cleaned up in the restroom.

    Spotting Evelina at the door, she marched right up and grabbed her.

    ¡°Listen up, Evelina, what¡¯s with the sneaky lurking? Spill it¨Care you the snitch cozying up to Jolin, the

    one who got eggs chucked at Liz, trying to air her dirtyundry live online? Was that your doing?¡±

    Evelina shook off her grip, ¡°What the heck are you bbering about? I don¡¯t have a clue!! just came to

    check on Thaddeus and stumbled upon this hot mess. Don¡¯t pin this on me! If you¡¯ve got proof, go

    ahead and call the cops. Quit this vignte act. Got a few screws loose, huh? Or perhaps you haven¡¯t

    forgotten your little time¨Cout in the mmerst time?¡±

    The tables had turned. The tall guy live¨Cstreaming had bolted without so much as grabbing his phone,

    clutching his stomach as he made a run for it.

    Those who had thrown the eggs were long gone.

    Evelina figured Ynda and Lizetta were clueless without any evidence, which is why she was all cool

    as a cucumber, sarcasm on full st.

    But Ynda¡¯s eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, ¡°Right on, I¡¯m calling the cops now. After all, that

    man left his phone in my hands. Wonder if the cops can follow the breadcrumbs to the prankster

    behind this.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face stiffened, cursing under her breath at such ipetence.

    How could someone screw up a live stream and let a woman snatch his phone?

    Ynda took one look at Evelina¡¯s sour face and actually whipped out the phone to call the cops, right

    then and there.

    Meanwhile, in the parking lot.

    Lizetta was dragged into the car by Remington, fuming with rage.

    ¡°Remington, what¡¯s it to you what happens with my family? I¡¯m dead set on getting my

    brother abroad for treatment, and you better stay out of it! And as for the Gardenia family¡¯s leeches,

    don¡¯t think you can make me bleed just to polish your image. I¡¯m not having it!¡±

    Lizetta thought Remington was taking Jolin¡¯s side just to avoid gossip about being heartless and not

    helping out his ex¨Cmother¨Cinw.

    He cared about his rep more than her well¨Cbeing, but she¡¯d see if she was okay with that. Her eyes red

    with anger, she red at the man beside her, almost ready tosh out at him.

    Compared to her outburst, he was as cool as a cucumber, simply saying.

    ¡°Who said I was gonna let them bleed you dry? I only mentioned your brother should stay in the

    country.¡±

    Lizetta frowned. ¡°What are you getting at?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes were icy, ¡°Lizetta, seems like you didn¡¯t take my words to heart. I¡¯ve told you I¡¯d get a

    better specialist for your brother. I¡¯ve also said Hogan isn¡¯t as innocent as you think. I warned you to

    steer clear of him! Defying me, looking for trouble, are you?¡± His grip on her wrist tightened, and she

    stumbled uncontrobly into his embrace.

    Her nose bumped against his firm chest, a wave of pain and tears welling up in her eyes. She looked

    up at him with fiery eyes, seething,

    ¡°Arrogant jerk, lousy ex¨Chusband, who are you to dictate who I¡¯m with! I am indeed with Hogan, we¡¯re

    going abroad and I¡¯ll¡­¡±

    Before Lizetta could finish her reckless words, hisrge hand mped over her cheeks, silencing her.

    Her eyes red at him while his seemed to hold a brewing storm, he coldly said,

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    ¡°Keep talking if you¡¯re not afraid I¡¯ll end him!¡±

    His possessiveness was too much like a jealous husband catching his wife cheating. Lizetta just stared

    at him, her eyes flickering, and then she fell silent

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    Lizetta racked her brain a bit and furrowed her brows.

    Seeing her simmer down, Remington let go, and noticing the faint red mark his pinch left on her

    delicate cheek, he scowled and said in a deep voice,

    ¡°Did you toss your good girl act to the dogs?¡±

    Lizetta pouted, ¡°Exactly, fed it right to you.¡±

    She wasn¡¯t wrong; her former sweetness had indeed all been given to Remington.

    Remington, being called a dog, shockingly found he was getting used to it.

    This realization sent a chill across his handsome features. As he was nursing a headache, Lizetta

    suddenly piped up.

    ¡°Are you jealous?¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes flickered, and when he looked at Lizetta, he curled his thin lips into a mocking smile

    and said,

    ¡°We¡¯re just not officially divorced yet, that¡¯s all.¡±

    Lizetta, not willing to give in, retorted, ¡°So, in a month¡¯s time, I can be with Hogan, is that. what you

    mean?¡±

    Remington, barely keeping his temper in check, replied coolly,

    ¡°Lizetta, any woman of mine, even if I don¡¯t want her anymore, nobody else better dare touch. If they

    do, they gotta be ready to face the consequences.¡±

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    In other words, if Lizetta wasn¡¯t afraid of Hogan getting into trouble, she might as well go ahead and

    provoke him.

    ¡°So basically, you still don¡¯t approve of me being with him, isn¡¯t that just jealousy?¡±

    Lizetta stared at Remington, her heart betraying her with its pounding.

    Remington¡¯s lips pressed together tightly, ¡°Think whatever you want, but Hogan is out of the question.¡±

    There was no sign of anger or panic for being found out.

    His demeanor was calm and indifferent; he simply didn¡¯t allow her to be with Hogan, and it might just

    be because he had a beef with the guy.

    Lizetta thought back to how Remington had indeed warned her several times to stay away from Hogan,

    her heartbeat gradually settled.

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    Sheughed self¨Cdeprecatingly, looking down, ¡°Hogan is really a good person.¡±

    Remington scoffed coldly, ¡°You don¡¯t even know what his family does for a living, what his status is.

    He¡¯s all cloak and dagger. Can¡¯t you see what he¡¯s scheming? It wouldn¡¯t be surprising if he whisked

    you away and sold you abroad.¡±

    Lizetta countered, ¡°I¡¯m just friends with Hogan, why would he need to tell me about his family

    background?¡±

    It¡¯s not like they were matchmaking or dating.

    Seeing Lizetta brush it off, Remington chuckled again.

    ¡°The medical research institute he¡¯s getting your brother into is actually one he invested in and created

    himself. Still think he¡¯s a saint with no ulterior motives?¡±

    ¡°What? How is that possible?¡±

    Lizetta was shocked. Hogan had clearly said that the medical institution was a joint venture by several

    Astoria hospitals.

    Seeing her only trust Hogan and constantly doubt his own words, Remington felt as if his chest was

    blocked by a boulder.

    He tossed a file in front of Lizetta.

    Frowning, Lizetta pulled it out and took a look. It was theplete dossier on the Astoria research

    institute, investigated by Remington, and Hogan¡¯s name was clearly listed as

    the sole investor.

    ¡°To get this medical research institute up and running, to maintain operations, to develop

    pharmaceutical achievements, it costs at least several billion a year. Lizetta, can you still say he¡¯s a

    good guy now?¡±

    Holding the dossier, Lizetta felt a heavy weight in her heart, her breathing erratic.

    She hadn¡¯t expected this.

    Seeing her head down, silent, Remington softened his tone and said,

    ¡°I¡¯ll handle the Gardenia family matters. You listen to me about your brother; just keep him in the

    hospital here. I¡¯m around; what¡¯s there to worry about? And with his physical condition, have you

    thought about whether he can endure a long flight? What if something happens; can you bear that?¡±

    Long¨Cdistance flights could be too much for sick people; they might not be able to withstand it, not to

    mention adapting to a new environment abroad.

    It wasn¡¯t out of the question that Thaddeus might not be able to handle all that.

    Before. Lizetta was just too trusting of Hogan¡¯s words and too eager for Thaddeus to

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    So when Hogan said it was all good, Lizetta bought it hook, line, and sinker.

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    But now that she¡¯s started to question Hogan, she¡¯s getting the heebie¨Cjeebies thinking about it.

    Head down, she was blushing from the back of her neck to her ears.

    She realized she had gotten Remington all wrong before; he was just being thoughtful and looking out

    for her.

    Remington¡¯s gaze fell on the woman¡¯s soft, delicate nape, and the frost around him started to melt

    away.

    This girl had always been like this; when she felt guilty about screwing up, she hung her. head low like

    a little quail, cheeks burning red.

    He lifted his hand and lightly grazed Lizetta¡¯s neck with his knuckles.

    A tingle spread from her spine all the way up her neck.

    Lizetta shivered, covered her neck with her hand, and looked up to meet Remington¡¯s eyes, which held

    a fleeting smile.

    She caught that momentary smirk and suddenly felt all awkward and fidgety, like she¡¯d been zapped

    with electricity.

    ¡°Look, even though it¡¯s like this, now that we¡¯re divorced, I can¡¯t let you take care of my brother. How

    about this, have Cedric send me a breakdown of my brother¡¯s medical costs every month, and I¡¯ll

    transfer the money to you.¡±

    Lizetta spoke up timidly, but Remington¡¯s face, which had softened a bit, frosted over

    again.

    ¡°You think I¡¯m short on cash for medical bills?¡± he scoffed.

    Remington obviously wasn¡¯t short on cash, but Lizetta didn¡¯t want to be in his debt

    anymore.

    She insisted, ¡°My brother is my responsibility. It¡¯s not right to push it off on you.¡±

    ¡°Ask Cedric if that medical money is enough to cover his overtime pay.¡±

    Lizetta was stumped.

    She wanted to say that if Cedric didn¡¯t have time, any old secretary could do it, but then she heard

    Remington add.

    ¡°Thaddeus is Evelina¡¯s brother too.¡±

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    Lizetta felt her blood run cold, realizing how ridiculous she was being.

    That¡¯s right, Evelina always put on a show, acting all caring and not forgetting her poor family even

    after returning to the Hawthorne family.

    Over the years, the mother¨Cdaughter bond between Jolin and Evelina had grown even stronger than

    the bond between her and Jolin.

    Once Evelina marries Remington, wouldn¡¯t Thaddeus still be Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s rtive?

    Thinking about how Remington had just appeared at the hospital with Evelina, Lizetta felt a tightness in

    her chest.

    It hit her that she¡¯d been delusional; Remington¡¯s actions were for Evelina.

    If that was the case, why was she still being polite?

    She didn¡¯t say another word and turned her gaze out the car window.

    It was only then that Lizetta realized the car had already left the hospital parking lot and was speeding

    down the road.

    She frowned, ¡°Where are you taking me?¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ll know when we get there.¡±

    The car stopped at an unfamiliar vi.

    Lizetta got out and was led by Remington towards the porch, where two ck¨Cd bodyguards stood,

    seemingly guarding the ce.

    They stepped aside when they saw Remington.

    He gestured for Lizetta to go in first, and without questioning, she walked in, only to see Shirley sitting

    on the living room sofa, looking panicked and pale.

    When Shirley saw Lizetta, her wooden expression instantly turned frantic. She stood up and rushed at

    Lizetta, shrieking.

    ¡°Lizetta, you wretch, how dare you show your face here! Four years ago, you were the one who ditched

    Hogan, turning down the White family¡¯s proposal and even plotting against Remi to get out of it. Now

    that you¡¯re getting the cold shoulder from Remi and Hogan¡¯s back on his feet, you regret it and want to

    pick Hogan again. How shameless can you be!¡±

    Emotions running high, Shirley lunged to choke Lizetta.

    But Lizetta just stood there, stunned, her mind unable to process.

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    Shirley¡¯s words left Lizetta so gobsmacked that her reaction was dyed by a split second, just long

    enough for Shirley¡¯s hands to nearly throttle her.

    Out of the blue, Remington swooped in from behind, grabbed Shirley¡¯s hands, and chucked her away.

    ¡°Locked up for a full day and night and still no clue what you did wrong?¡±

    Remington pulled Lizetta close, giving Shirley an icy stare as shey crumpled on the floor.

    Shirley hadn¡¯t realized Remington was in the mix. After shing with Lizetta at the caf¨¦, Cedric had

    hauled her off here with bodyguards to keep watch.

    They¡¯d kept her cooped up for over 24 hours without so much as a drop of water.

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    Now, Shirley was pale as a ghost, looking all worn out, her lips cracked and peeling from dryness.

    No wonder she was spitting mad the second sheid eyes on Lizetta.

    But with Remington¡¯s gaze on her, fear crept back in, and tears started to fall.

    ¡°Remi, Lizetta¡¯s already kicked you to the curb, and I¡¯m your blood cousin, for crying out loud. How can

    you be so blind, taking her side like that? My parents and my brother are in the dark about me being

    locked up on the down¨Clow. If they get wind of this, they¡¯ll surely stir up a storm with Grandma and

    Uncle to get me some justice.

    ¡°Done wrong and still got the nerve to pull rank with Grandma and Uncle? Shirley, I¡¯m thinking maybe

    you¡¯re itching for a few more days in the mmer.¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice was dripping with disdain as he wrapped his arm around Lizetta, ready to walk

    away.

    Shirley was in panic mode now, well aware that in the Dashiell family.not even her parents ying

    second fiddle, let alone Fiona and Nathan, couldy a finger on Remington.

    She was desperate not to be locked up again; she was practically starving.

    Scrambling up from the floor, Shirley rushed forward, crying, ¡°Remi, what do you want. from me? If I

    have to apologize to Lizetta, I¡¯ll do it, just say the word, please, I¡¯m sorry.¡±

    But Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected Remington to bring her here to get an apology from Shirley.

    Nor had she anticipated Shirley being locked up by Remington.

    Recalling the insults flung at her in the caf¨¦, Lizetta spoke up calmly.

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    ¡°Don¡¯t bother! I don¡¯t need an apology, and I¡¯m not in the forgiving mood. Apologies are easy, and Ms.

    Shirley, you¡¯ve yed this tune before.¡±

    What¡¯s the point, really? Just the other day, Shirley was strong¨Carmed by Fiona into making amends

    with her at the family estate.

    And what did it amount to? The very next moment, she was there at the caf¨¦, cussing Lizetta out in

    front of a crowd with the foulestnguage.

    Hearing Lizetta¡¯s response, Shirley thought she was ying it cool.

    She faced Remington, all bold and brash, ¡°Remi, you heard her, right? She doesn¡¯t want my apology.

    I¡¯m truly remorseful. Since that¡¯s settled, I¡¯ll be on my way.¡±

    Thinking the ordeal was over, she made a beeline for the door, worried any dy might mean she

    wouldn¡¯t get out.

    But the bodyguard at the door pushed her back inside.

    Shirley¡¯s face went white as a sheet again, tears streaming down.

    ¡°Remi, what do you really want from me?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t even look at her, just cast his eyes down to Lizetta and asked, ¡°You sure you don¡¯t

    want an apology?¡±

    Lizetta let out a self¨Cdeprecatingugh, ¡°What good would apologies do with someone like Shirley?

    They¡¯re utterly meaningless, only embolden her, and leave her holding a grudge, waiting tosh out

    even worse next time.¡±

    Remington¡¯s expression turned frostier at Lizetta¡¯s words. He shot a nce at Shirley.

    ¡°Apologies time and again? Shirley, seems like you¡¯ve been up to more than I knew about.¡±

    Shirley trembled, her face turning ghostly pale, wishing she could tear Lizetta¡¯s mouth for speaking.

    Then it hit her. Lizetta wasn¡¯t being kind by refusing the apology. It was a tactical retreat, and now Remi

    seemed even more peeved.

    Shirley shook her head, a picture of injustice.

    ¡°It¡¯s not like that. If Lizetta were a decent sister¨Cinw, if her conduct was clean and she treated Remi

    right, why would I have an issue with her? It¡¯s clear as day she¡¯s been bewitching, scheming for your

    heart, hogging Eve¡¯s rightful ce as your wife, and still stringing Hogan along.¡±

    ¡°Zip it!¡± Remington cut her off with a thunderous voice.

    It was rare for him to snap like that, and Shirley immediately shivered, breaking out in a

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    cold sweat.

    The video of Shirley¡¯s tirade against Lizetta at the caf¨¦ had been recorded and sent to Remington by

    Cedric. Having seen the video, Remington had decided to lock Shirley up for some self¨Creflection.

    Clearly, though, Shirley had missed her chance for a lenient oue.

    Lizetta, frowning, then asked, ¡°I¡¯ve always been on the up and up with Hogan. What¡¯s this about the

    White family proposing marriage, and something about me not being into Hogan four years ago?

    What¡¯s that all about?¡±

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    Lizetta was eyeballing Shirley, but she didn¡¯t notice Remington at her side also casting a nce her

    way, his expression unusually tinged with surprise.

    Shirley, meanwhile, was frowning and grinding her teeth as she stared at Lizetta, her face a mix of

    sarcasm and astonishment.

    The way Lizetta asked the question, it was as if she had zero clue about the whole thing. No way,

    Lizetta had to be faking it.

    Shirley let out a scoff, dripping with sarcasm: ¡°Cut the act, will ya? Hogan¡¯s the new hotshot in Zion

    City. Four years back, Hogan got into a car wreck, ended up

    his legs.

    all messed up. Mrs. White came knocking at the Dashiell family¡¯s door, wanted to set you up with

    Hogan. You¡¯re telling me you didn¡¯t drug Remi to dodge that bullet?¡±

    ¡°Enough!¡± Remington¡¯s voice cut through, heavy and firm, as he signaled his bodyguards to step

    forward.

    As the bodyguards dragged Shirley towards the vi, Remington wrapped an arm around Lizetta¡¯s

    shoulder and said, ¡°Since you don¡¯t need her apology, let¡¯s bounce.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s mind was a hot mess. Frowning, she followed Remington out on autopilot.

    Back in the living room, Shirley, being hauled away by the bodyguards, was freaking out, yelling at the

    top of her lungs.

    ¡°Remi, you gonna keep me locked up? Don¡¯t leave me! Lizetta,e back! Isn¡¯t my apology enough?

    Let go of me! How long do you n to keep me here? Trying to starve me to death or what? Even if

    you lock me up, at least feed me, for heaven¡¯s sake!¡±

    One of the bodyguards sat Shirley down on the couch and dryly asked, ¡°Ms. Shirley, your want

    something to eat?¡±

    ¡°No kidding. I¡¯ve been starving for a whole day and night, I¡¯m dizzy and seeing stars! If you still

    recognize me as Ms. Shirley, then show some respect. Even if Remi¡¯s mad and wants to punish me,

    he¡¯s just grounding me for some reflection. He¡¯ll let me out eventually. I want an exquisite meal. Go get

    it now!¡±

    Shirley rattled off a list of dishes from several different joints, ordering the bodyguards to fetch them.

    The bodyguard gave a thin smile. ¡°Ms. Shirley, please hold on.¡±

    After they left, Shirley sat there with her legs crossed, shaking her foot, clutching her growling stomach.

    So what if Remington had her cooped up? She was the only heiress among the Dashiell

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    grandkids, what did Lizetta count for?

    She didn¡¯t buy for a second that Remi would really do anything to her over Lizetta.

    The bodyguards were just scared something might happen to her, prepared to cater to her needs. And

    Remi, after hearing all those nasty things from Lizetta, must be giving her a piece of his mind right now,

    and would surelye to let Shirley out soon.

    However, just as Shirley was daydreaming about the feast and drooling over it, the two bodyguards

    came back in.

    They set down ten bottles of fiery red liquid in front of Shirley and said, ¡°Ms. Shirley, here¡¯s the drink Mr.

    Remington has prepared for you. He says you gotta finish these today, or don¡¯t even think about

    leaving this ce.¡±

    ¡°What the heck is this?¡± Shirley shot up, staring at the ten bottles of liquid, her face turning pale.

    If she wasn¡¯t seeing things, that looked like¡­

    ¡°Pure chili water,¡± came the bodyguard¡¯s confirmation of Shirley¡¯s guess.

    ¡°Has Remi lost his mind? I¡¯ll get a stomach ulcer if I drink these!¡± she protested.

    She¡¯d been starved for a whole day and night, her stomach empty. Ten bottles of chili water would do

    her in, wouldn¡¯t they?

    ¡°Mr. Remington says you¡¯ll learn what it¡¯s like to speak without thinking once you¡¯ve had these. Don¡¯t

    worry, Ms. Shirley, the ambnce will be here any minute. Do you want to drink it yourself, or do you

    need us to assist you?¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t want it!¡± Shirley¡¯s face went white with fear, and she tried to run but was caught by a bodyguard

    and pushed back onto the sofa.

    The other bodyguard approached with the first bottle of chili water.

    One held Shirley down, the other pried open her mouth and poured the chili water down

    her throat.

    In no time, Shirley felt a burning pain from her lips to her stomach, coughing and gagging, tears

    streaming down her face.

    Remington was torturing her just to avenge Lizetta!

    Shirley was filled with hatred, but also a deep fear.

    In the car, the atmosphere was tense.

    Remington didn¡¯t tell the driver to get in. Lizetta sat there stiffly, fiddling with her fingers, Shirley¡¯s words

    still echoing in her head.

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    She turned to the man beside her, ¡°Did the White family reallye to the Dashiell family with a

    marriage proposal four years ago?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s gaze was dark and deep as he looked back at Lizetta, ¡°Yes. Did you truly not know

    anything about it?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s words hit Lizetta like a punch to the gut, making her eyes well up with tears as she red

    at him.

    ¡°What are you trying to say? You think I¡¯m just like Shirley, that I drugged your drink to dodge marrying

    Hogan?¡±

    Remington mmed up, a slight frown creasing his forehead.

    His silence was as good as an admission¨Che really did believe those things about her.

    Lizetta knew she couldn¡¯t clear the air about the night four when he was

    years an drugged, and the misunderstanding had festered ever since.

    But she hadn¡¯t expected him to think even lower of her.

    Her eyes were red¨Crimmed, but she refused to let the tears fall, just biting her lip so hard. it started to

    bleed.

    Noticing this, Remington reached out to touch her cheek, his voice deep andmanding.

    ¡°Let go.¡±

    But Lizetta wouldn¡¯t budge, stubbornly ring daggers at Remington.

    She was about to chew through her lips. A sh of intensity crossed his eyes as he pulled her into his

    arms, lowering his head to pry her lips apart with his own.

    At that moment, Lizetta let go and chomped down on his chiseled jawline.

    ¡°Yikes!¡±

    She bit down hard. Remington grunted, trying to shake her off.

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    Sensing his resistance, Lizetta wrapped her arms around his neck, kneeling up in his embrace to bite

    even harder.

    Remington pinched the back of her neck, applying pressure until she finally let go.

    By then, his jaw was sporting a deep bite mark, oozing with blood.

    Touching it, his fingers came away red, and he was instantly at his wit¡¯s end.

    ¡°Lizetta! Go ahead, keep acting out!¡±

    He wouldn¡¯t have gotten mad if she¡¯d bitten anywhere else, but she just had to leave at big honking bite

    mark on his face, clearly made by a woman, no less. How was he supposed to show his face around

    town now?

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    His expression turned icy, but Lizetta just mocked him with red eyes and a scornfulugh.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, are you worried about saving face? After getting drugged by someone like me, you¡¯ve

    already been the talk of Zion City. You lost face a long time ago!¡±

    With that, Lizetta turned to yank open the car door to leave.

    But Remington¡¯s arm reached out from behind, pulling her back and plopping her down. on hisp.

    ¡°Let me go, I want out!¡±

    ¡°Let¡¯s get things straight first,¡± Remington said firmly.

    Hearing his deep voice, Lizetta couldn¡¯t hold back her tears any longer.

    She choked up. ¡°What¡¯s there to talk about? You¡¯ve already pegged me as that kind of person. I¡¯ve

    exined more than once, but no matter what I say, you never believe me! If I exin now, you¡¯ll

    believe me?¡±

    She had told him more than once that the drugs weren¡¯t her doing, but he never believed

    her.

    Remington stiffened for a moment before responding in a slow, deep voice, ¡°This time you say it, I¡¯ll

    believe you.¡±

    He hadn¡¯t believed her before because he thought she really was trying to escape the White family¡¯s

    proposal, afraid to leave the Dashiell family, so she drugged him.

    But if four years ago, Lizetta genuinely didn¡¯t know about the White family¡¯s proposal, then it didn¡¯t

    make sense anymore.

    Hearing Remington¡¯s promise, Lizetta looked up.

    Her tearful eyes searched his, as if to confirm he was for real.

    Remington sighed and leaned in to kiss her reddened eyes, ¡°Let¡¯s both calm down and talk this

    through.¡±

    Soothed by his gentle voice, Lizetta nodded and asked, ¡°When did the White family propose? Who did

    they speak to? I really had no clue.¡±

    ¡°Helen came to talk to Grandma a week before your 18th birthday. At that time, Hogan had been in a

    car ident and was quite down. Helen came asking for your hand. saying her son was your

    ssmate and had always liked you. Now with her son feeling so low, she wanted to ask for an

    engagement so you coulde over to the White family and take care of Hogan until you both came of

    age to marry. She admitted it was selfish, but pleaded with Grandma to understand a mother¡¯s heart,

    promising a sizable dowry in exchange.¡±

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    ¡°Grandma never mentioned this to me, she didn¡¯t even ask me!¡± Lizetta tugged at Remington¡¯s sleeve,

    hoping he¡¯d believe her this time.

    Remington nodded, ¡°Grandma turned down the White family.¡±

    It made sense to Lizetta. Her grandma truly loved her and at that time, she was just eighteen, and

    Hogan was disabled from a car ident.

    Grandma felt sorry for her, turned down Helen, and didn¡¯t tell her about it, which was understandable.

    ¡°If Grandma already said no, why would you think I¡¯d drug you over this?¡±

    ¡°Because a couple of days after Grandma refused, Hogan¡¯s father, Lester White, came to my dad. The

    White family offered more chips on the table, and my father agreed. My mother said she had asked for

    your opinion.¡±

    Remington thought back to four years ago, when Lizetta was about to turn eighteen and he was

    twenty¨Cfour.

    He took over the Dashiell family at twenty and founded the Starlight Group in the first year. Only he

    knew the effort it took to grow the Starlight Group into a behemoth in just a

    few years.

    At that time, he was busy with his career, mostly traveling, and didn¡¯t have the energy to pay attention

    to many things at home, nor was he the first to know.

    He remembered rushing to make time toe back the day before Lizetta¡¯s eighteenth birthday after

    working overtime for half a month straight.

    That night, it was Hanna who told him about the White family¡¯s marriage proposal.

    She said Nathan had agreed, and she had informed Lizetta, who said she¡¯d think about it.

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    was furious at the time, blew up at Hanna, and had a nasty fight with Nathan, but he t¨Cout refused

    the marriage proposal.

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    He nned to tell Lizetta the next day, so she wouldn¡¯t worry, that her brother wouldn¡¯t let her marry

    just anyone or get bullied.

    But then thepany had another crisis, and he rushed off to deal with it, not returning home untilte.

    Before he could tell Lizetta, that incident happened that night.

    Later, he checked ¨C the drinks he had that night were all given to him by Lizetta, and only she had

    ess to his room.

    Plus, the torn paper packet with drug residue was found in the trash bag from Lizetta¡¯s

    room.

    He felt an unprecedented sense of betrayal and sadness, thinking Lizetta was so scared that she

    drugged him to avoid the White family¡¯s proposal, to avoid marrying a disabled

    man.

    Now it seemed, Hanna had lied.

    Hanna never really talked to Lizetta about it.

    ¡°No one ever asked me about it,¡± Lizetta said coldly, wiping away her tears.

    She stared at Remington and said once more.

    ¡°Believe it or not, I only heard about this today! And for thest time, I definitely didn¡¯t drug you that

    night.¡±

    Remington looked into her teary eyes and rubbed her head.

    ¡°I¡¯ll look into that day¡¯s events again.¡±

    ¡°Mhm.¡± Lizetta hummed, her head lowered, not saying anything more.

    Just then, Remington suddenly lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. His deep eyes were filled with

    intense, unresolved emotions.

    He looked at her and asked in a hoarse voice, ¡°These four years, they¡¯ve been tough on you, haven¡¯t

    they?¡±

    When he asked that, Lizetta¡¯s tears, which she had just stopped, threatened to flow again. Unlike the

    angry tears from before, these were sadder, as if his gentle question had touched all the pain and

    grievances she¡¯d held inside.

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    Feeling wronged?

    How could she not feel wronged? She was framed for four years.

    That night, she didn¡¯t do a thing, yet overnight, she became theughing stock of Zion City¡¯s high

    society.

    She wasbeled as the slut who slept with her own brother, loathed and spat on by everyone for four

    years.

    She was turned into someone who¡¯s been pointed at by thousands,beled as ungrateful, scheming,

    and insatiably greedy.

    Back then, she thought she could handle being misunderstood and badmouthed by everyone, as long

    as her brother believed her.

    But he didn¡¯t. He looked at her the same way, and cast her into hell, never to return.

    She had no one to share these grievances with.

    Now he was ready to believe her, but she didn¡¯t need it anymore.

    Lizetta looked up, her eyes clear andpletely tear¨Cfree, leaving only a void of deste sadness.

    She cracked a smile and said, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter anymore. I¡¯ve been ndered for four years, seen as

    the stain on your reputation, Remington. Now that we¡¯re divorced, I don¡¯t have to y the viin

    anymore.¡±

    Remington felt like her words froze his blood; his face went pale.

    He would have preferred her to scream, hit, or cry hysterically at him, rather than her calm deration

    that it¡¯s all in the past.

    His lips parted, wanting to exin why he couldn¡¯t believe her back then.

    But those words were like rolling on razor des, too painful to speak.

    No matter what, it was his failure to trust her, his cruelty in pushing her away when she needed his

    protection the most.

    His heart twisted in agony, but he was beyond defense.

    ¡°I¡¯ll find out the truth, Liz.¡±

    After a moment, Remington spoke with a tremble in his voice, wanting to say sorry, with a thousand

    words left unsaid.

    But Lizetta didn¡¯t give him the chance to speak. She nodded, cutting him off calmly.

    ¡°Do as you wish. The truth doesn¡¯t matter to me anymore.¡±

    After all, she¡¯d endured everything, deserved or not.

    She had already gotten through it and didn¡¯t want to reopen old wounds for others to

    gawk at.

    Lizetta pushed away from Remington, gracefully sliding off hisp, and said with a smile. ¡°Still, thank

    you. After all, you chose to believe me before finding out the truth. That¡¯s some constion, I guess.¡±Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    Remington felt a sharp pang in his heart and grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand, his brow furrowed.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I should¡¯ve cleared this up sooner. If only I had stayed back then to listen to you more, it

    wouldn¡¯t have¡­¡±

    After the incident, he didn¡¯t know how to face her and chose to escape.

    By the time he saw her again, almost a year had passed.

    The wound had festered by then, and nobody wanted to bring it up again. Even when Lizetta tried to

    exinter, he didn¡¯t want to delve deeper or think too hard about it.

    ¡°It¡¯s okay, you were a victim too. No need to apologize to me.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, her smile serene.

    Remington looked into her eyes, clear and pure, without a trace of resentment.

    At that moment, she was as sweet and soft as the girl he remembered, standing behind him tenderly,

    as if she could never be mad at him, always ready to admire and forgive him unconditionally.

    But this did nothing to ease Remington¡¯s conscience; instead, it filled him with an overwhelming sense

    of helplessness and defeat.

    His expression remained cool, but his lips had lost their warmth+

    His grip on Lizetta¡¯s wrist was tight, as if trying to hold on to her, yet slowly, Lizetta pulled her hand

    away, still smiling.

    ¡°Remi, if you really feel sorry, could you do me one favor?¡±

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    ¡°Alright, I promise,¡± Remington said, not even bothering to ask before he agreed.

    He was so eager it was like he feared that if he hesitated even a second, Lizetta¨Cwould take back this

    sliver of a chance to make amends.

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Then you¡¯ve got to start being a good ex¨Chusband, starting now.¡±

    Remington felt a heavy weight on his chest, so much so that he yanked at his tie in frustration.

    ¡°A good ex¨Chusband? But we¡¯re not officially divorced yet!¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s why I¡¯m begging you, Remi. I don¡¯t care. You just agreed to it anyway.¡±

    Lizetta frowned with a little huff, her slight temper a vast improvement over the indifferent, numb facade

    from before.

    Remington¡¯s stern expression softened, ¡°What does being a good ex¨Chusband entail?¡±

    ¡°It means stop popping up in front of me all the time, let me go, fulfill my wish to leave.¡±

    Stop shaking her resolve, she couldn¡¯t take this tug¨Cof¨Cwar anymore. She was afraid to look back, only

    to find herself falling into an abyss once again.

    Suddenly, Remington clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with bitterness.

    He hadn¡¯t expected her final request to be simply letting her go.

    His sweet girl looked all innocent while delivering the cruelest words.

    He didn¡¯t want to, but she had been innocent these four years.

    Innocent and trapped in the Dashiell family, trapped in a marriage.

    Neglected by him, scorned by others.

    After four years of cold neglect, what right did he have to hold onto her?

    ¡°Fine. I¡¯ll set you free.¡±

    After a long pause, Remington¡¯s Adam¡¯s apple bobbed, his voice rough as he finally spoke.

    ¡°Thanks, Remi.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curled into a smile, and with those words, she turned, opened the car door, and got out.

    Remington watched her resolute figure walking away, the darkness in his eyes slowly filling with

    bloodshot lines like spiderweb cracks.

    He closed his eyes sharply.

    He had set her free, but who would soothe his own heart, filled with reluctance and a myriad of

    emotions?

    What Remington didn¡¯t know was that the moment Lizetta stepped out of the car, the calm and

    collected facade she had been holding onto shattered.

    How could she possibly let go so easily?

    She remembered lying in the hospital bed, in physical pain but clutching a secret, shameful sweetness

    in her heart.

    She thought maybe it was for the best, a bizarre twist of fate made her Remington¡¯s woman ¨C perhaps

    it was destiny.

    A blessing from the heavens, giving her the chance to confess her feelings, which she¡¯d kept buried

    deep in her heart, to the man she truly loved..

    She hoped for Remington to visit her; she was ready to bravely confess her love, to tell him she wasn¡¯t

    sad at all, to reveal she had liked him for a long time.

    Not the way a sister loves a brother, but the way a girl loves her beau.

    But she never got to see Remington; instead, she heard he had left the country after Fiona had

    whipped him till he bled.

    By then, her physical wounds had healed, but it was only then that she truly felt torn

    apart.

    Later, she mustered the courage to call him, but couldn¡¯t get through.

    When he finally answered one of her calls, her exnation of that night was met with his

    icy sarcasm.

    His tone was just like those who mocked and spat upon her.

    He refused to believe her, saying her affection disgusted him, using her of putting on

    an act.

    Despite all that, she shamelessly clung to him for four years.

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    All the injustice, pain, and disappointment flooded back, and her tears fell to the ground.

    Each drop warned her: she must not look back!

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    ¡°Keep up.¡±

    In the car, when Remington momentarily opened his eyes, his expression gave nothing

    ??? away.

    ¡°Follow her,¡± he instructed, and on hearing this, the driver eased the car into motion,. trailing behind

    Lizetta at a distance.

    It wasn¡¯t long before Lizetta sessfully hailed a cab.

    ¡°Sir, do we keep tailing her?¡± the driver asked cautiously.

    It¡¯s broad daylight; there shouldn¡¯t be any danger.

    Remington had only ordered to follow Lizetta because he was concerned that she might have been

    masking her emotions and could suddenly fall apart. But clearly, she hadn¡¯t.

    Remington¡¯s gaze swept over the taxi¡¯s license te and he directed, ¡°No need, head to the west

    suburbs.¡±

    By the time Remington arrived, Cedric had already been having a field day with Jolin, Apollo, and

    another in an abandoned warehouse for quite some time.

    The trio, so arrogant and scheming back at the hospital, were now tied up on chairs, doused in

    gasoline, their faces stricken with fear, shaking like leaves, and looking utterly pitiful.

    Remington¡¯s right¨Chand man, Ray, was sitting nearby with his legs crossed nonchntly. toying with a

    box of matches.

    Shhhk.

    He struck one, flicked his finger, and the burning match flew towards the trio, teasing the mes of their

    anxiety. Each time, the fire came so close without quite igniting them.

    Several spent matchesy scattered around them, their hearts racing beyond capacity.

    ¡°Please, we swear we¡¯ll keep our word, we won¡¯t dare do it again, just let us go,¡± Erica¡¯s voice was

    hoarse from pleading.

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    She truly regretted it now. If she had known that trying to outsmart Lizetta would backfire. and lead to

    such retribution from Remington¡¯s people, she would have never made a fuss at the hospital.

    ¡°Yeah, we really won¡¯t dare again! Jolin! Say something, will you?¡± Apollo yelled, just after a matchstick

    had whizzed past the tip of his hair.

    A mysterious puddle had formed beneath him, his control evidently slipping.

    09:51

    Jolin couldn¡¯t stand the smell of gasoline, and next to her was a pool of vomit.

    She looked the worst, weak and tear¨Cstreaked.

    Perhaps thinking that the bespectacled, seemingly gentle Cedric, who had been standing aside without

    laying a hand on anyone, would be more approachable than the menacing Ray, who looked like he had

    blood on his hands, Jolin, chair and all, shuffled towards Cedric, pleading.

    ¡°Cedric, I¡¯m still Mr. Dashiell¡¯s mother¨Cinw, after all. Let me go, and from now on, whatever Mr.

    Dashiell says goes! I really can¡¯t take it anymore, I¡¯m dying, ugh.¡±

    She turned aside and vomited more bile.

    Cedric stepped back, his face showing sympathy as he said, ¡°Mrs. Gardenia, you really shouldn¡¯t be

    jumping around like that. If you identally hit a spark and go up in mes, we can¡¯t be med, you

    know.¡±

    Jolin froze in terror, on the verge of copse.

    It was at this moment that the door to the warehouse was pushed open.

    A flood of sunlight poured in, and a tall male figure strode forward. The three desperate individuals

    turned to look, filled with both hope and fear.

    On seeing that it was Remington who had arrived, hope flickered across their faces, and they began to

    cry out and beg loudly.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I am Liz¡¯s birth mother. Even if I¡¯ve erred, considering I brought Liz into this world, my

    mistakes surely don¡¯t warrant death.¡±

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, it¡¯s all just a big misunderstanding. We¡¯re family, there¡¯s no need for deep hatred, please

    let us go.¡±

    But they overlooked one thing: Ray and Cedric were Remington¡¯s men.

    The very ones who had cheerfully lured them from the hospital and put them in this predicament were

    ultimately Remington¡¯s doing.

    Remington stood with a serene yet handsome face in front of the three, not even ncing at them.

    A chill emanated from him, but the ring bite mark on his chin broke through his

    otherwise stern demeanor.

    Ray and Cedric couldn¡¯t believe their eyes; they stared, then both twitched at the corners of their

    mouths, trying to suppress theirughter.

    They exerted all their self¨Ccontrol and casually turned to look at the sky as if nothing had happened.

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    Compared to their inner gossip about the boss getting chewed out by his wife, they were having a field

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    The three people were clearly too panicked to worry about the minor scrapes on

    Remington¡¯s face. They were trembling like leaves, begging for mercy as if they were on the edge of an

    abyss.

    ¡°Light.¡±

    With a deep voice, Remington called for a light, and Ray, finally catching on, handed over the

    matchbox.

    Remington lit up a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

    For some reason, the trio went dead silent, all eyes glued on Remington with a mix of fear and hope.

    At that moment, he was like the Grim Reaper, holding their fates in his hands.

    Taking another puff, Remington casually tossed the matchbox aside.

    Tears of joy sprang from Jolin and her posse¡¯s eyes, feeling like they¡¯d just dodged a bullet.

    Remington raised an eyebrow, ¡°So, you really get it now? You won¡¯t dare again?¡±

    Jolin nodded vigorously. ¡°I swear, no more daring for me. I¡¯ll make sure Liz gets to study abroad; I

    mean, what mother doesn¡¯t want her daughter to make something of herself?¡±

    Remington nodded, and just as the trio cracked stiff smiles, he let out a scoff.

    ¡°But this promise, it sounds familiar. If my memory serves me right, you sang the same tune two years

    back, right?¡±

    Jolin froze, her face twitching with terror.

    Of course, she hadn¡¯t forgotten. That was when Lizetta married into the Dashiell family, officially

    bing the young madam of the family.

    Thinking she was now true kin, she wanted to milk the Dashiell family for money and showed up with

    her brothers in tow.

    Hanna, ever the peacemaker, gave Jolin an apartment to send her on her way. But having tasted the

    sweet life, Jolin wasn¡¯t one to call it quits.

    She went back again and again until Remington returned from a business trip and summoned her for a

    stern warning.

    Back then, she promised to stop hassling Lizetta, and she did keep her nose clean for a good while.

    Butter, she realized Remington wasn¡¯t home often, and there seemed to be trouble in paradise with

    Lizetta.

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    Before long, old habits crept back in.

    ¡°I really won¡¯t dare again, Mr. Dashiell, please, just give me another chance.¡±

    Remington flicked ash from his cigarette, his voice cool as ice, ¡°The only person worth giving another

    chance to is someone else, and sadly, you¡¯re not it.¡±

    With those words, he flicked something bright red.

    Boom!

    Screams and mes erupted.

    Meanwhile, after saying goodbye to Remington, Lizetta hurried back to the hospital.

    The hospital mess wasn¡¯t sorted yet, and Ynda was probably still there.

    But before Lizetta even reached the hospital, she got a call from the police station asking her toe

    in, saying Ynda was there too.

    Lizetta thought Ynda had gotten into more trouble and rushed to the station.

    In the interrogation room, she found Ynda perfectly fine, even sparring with a couple of young male

    cops. The ce was buzzing with officers crowding around to watch.

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re here.¡± Ynda called out with a smile upon seeing Lizetta.

    All the cops turned to look, and Lizetta gave an awkward smile, pulling Ynda aside to hurriedly ask,

    ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡±

    Ynda winked at Lizetta, looking pretty pleased with herself, and said, ¡°It¡¯s the same drama from the

    hospital. I called the cops. Jolin and her crew were just pawns; we need the police to figure out who¡¯s

    really pulling the strings and get us some justice. They called you in to get the lowdown, make a

    statement.¡±

    Lizetta knew this was no simple matter, but she didn¡¯t expect Ynda to have gone to the cops after

    she left.

    The officer handling the case motioned for Lizetta toe over, but Ynda whispered quickly in her

    ear. ¡°That bitch Evelina and her agent got nabbed, caught red¨Chanded. Just chill and go with the flow

    for the questioning.¡±

    Lizetta was shocked.

    Evelina and April were arrested?

    What in the world was going on? Lizetta couldn¡¯t believe the cops worked that fast.

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    It took a long grilling before Lietta finally pieced together the whole story.

    So here¡¯s the scoop. Right after she left the hospital, Ynda gol into n tiff with Evelina.

    Ynde called the cops atmight away, iming she was being cyberbullied and that someone was sent

    to cause a ruckus at the hospital for a shakedown,

    She even shed the smartphone that tall dude used for his livestream in front of Evelina, giving her

    the fright of her life.

    It turned out that Evelina got all antay, totally fell for Ynda¡¯s trap

    Worried the cops might dig up dirt, she had someone try to swipe the phone back. But Ynda was on

    her toes, and the thief didn¡¯t get the phone. Instead, Ynda ended up catching them red¨Chanded.

    The cops showed up in the nick of time, and the phone¨Csnatcher spilled the beans about April right

    then and there.

    Digging through the phone, the cops nabbed the livestreaming tall guy and found a money trail leading

    straight to April.

    This time, Evelina had cooked up a storm with her nned expos¨¦ and nder. There¡¯s no way she¡¯s

    wiggling out of this one!

    ¡°We haven¡¯t been able to reach Jolin and the other two. Ms. Gardenia, do you still want to press

    charges for extortion?¡± the cop asked

    Lizetta

    Jolin and the other two were whisked away by Remington, who also said he¡¯d take care of things for

    Lizetta.

    Even if Lizetta wanted to im extortion against Jolin, there was no concrete evidence, and besides,

    Jolin was her own mom. At most. she¡¯d get a p on the wrist.

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°No need, thanks.¡±

    Officer Lionel said, ¡°Alright then. We¡¯ll further investigate the defamation case involving Evelina and her

    agent April, and we¡¯ll keep you posted.¡±

    Lizetta and Ynda exchanged a knowing look, both with a glint of triumph in their eyes.

    After all, Evelina¡¯s never¨Cending shenanigans had been a pain, and getting some payback felt pretty

    damn good.

    They thanked him and were about to leave, but Officer Lionel had a word of caution for Ynda.

    ¡°Ms. Ynda, you¡¯ve got some moves, but next time, prioritize your safety. We don¡¯t encourage baiting

    criminals like that. Go get that injury checked out.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re hurt?¡±

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    Lizetta was shocked, and Ynda reluctantly showed her right hand, hidden up her sleeve.

    ¡°Just a scrape, no biggie¡±

    It was indeed just a scratch, but Lizetta¡¯s heart ached for her.

    ¡°You better listen to the officer, okay?¡±

    ¡°Sure, I will,¡± Ynda reassured her with a smile.

    She figured a few days in the mmer for Bitch Evelina and her shady agent was well worth the minor

    scrap

    But then a rookie cop approached and whispered something to Officer Lionel.

    Officer Lionel¡¯s expression shifted slightly, and he frowned at Lizetta and Ynda

    Lizetta¡¯s gut told her something was off, and sure enough, Officer Lionel said, ¡°Preliminary questioning

    suggests April acted alone and Evelina was unaware. Plus, someone¡¯s posted Evelina¡¯s bail. She¡¯s

    already been released.¡±

    Lizetta and Ynda¡¯s brief moment of joy was suddenly frosted over.

    ¡°What the heck? I¡¯d love to see who¡¯s so eager to bail out Evelina!¡±

    Fuming, Ynda dragged Lizetta swiftly out of the police station.

    They stepped out just in time to see Remington¡¯s familiar Cullinan, with the rear window cracked open.

    The man was still in his suit from earlier, donning a ck mask, looking all stem and wless.

    Next to him sat a pale¨Cfaced Evelina.

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks. She¡¯d thought Kevin and ra would be the ones to bail Evelina out.

    But no, it was Remington.

    ¡°Damn! Badass Remington is totally Evelina¡¯spdog, always there to clean up her messes, never

    falling behind! Liz, good thing you ditched that jerk and signed those divorce papers, or you¡¯d be so

    pissed your boobs would explode!¡±

    Yorkide blurted out in a rape, not caring who feard in fact, she meant for the car¡¯s upants to hear

    Remington and Evelina In the car did tum at the sound.

    Remington¡¯s gaze fell on Lizetta, meeting her vacant star¨¦, and his hand twitched on hisp.

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    Right after that, Remington pushed the car door open, hopped out, and strode over

    Way.

    Seeing this, Evelina¡¯s eyes flickered with a chilly glint. She followed suit and got out of the car too.

    Remington stood in front of Lizetta, his gaze falling gently upon her as he asked softly. ¡°Weren¡¯t you

    supposed to be at the hospital? Howe you¡¯re here too?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes curved in a taunt, If I¡¯m not here, how can I witness your undying love for Ma.

    Hawthorne?¡±

    Her words dripped with sarcasm. Remington¡¯s brow furrowed, ready to exin, but Ynda quickly

    pulled Lizetta aside to save her from Remington¡¯s toxic influence.

    ¡°Remington, you¡¯ve got the nerve to ask? What¡¯s the deal, not done ying the ex¨Chusband card yet

    and now you¡¯re looking to make an enemy? Coming here to bail out the woman who¡¯s been trashing

    Liz online, you¡¯re really something else!¡±

    Ynda didn¡¯t hold back, throwing Remington a sarcastic thumbs¨Cup.

    Lizetta went a bit pale, finding it all quiteughable.

    Just moments before in the car, he was all apologies, acting like he wanted to make it up to her.

    And then, in the blink of an eye, he was using the same car to bail out another woman whold hurt her.

    As always, when it came down to choosing between her and Evelina, Remington wouldn¡¯t hesitate to

    pick Evelina.

    The police have cleared things up; it was all April¡¯s doing. There¡¯s no evidence linking Evelina to this,

    she¡¯s been released because she¡¯s innocent, no ball needed¡±

    He came to pick up Evelina only because he was worried about the baby in her belly, fearing some

    misfortune.

    He hadn¡¯t interfered with the police investigation, nor had he bailed Evelina out.

    Remington¡¯s exnation couldn¡¯t calm Ynda¡¯s rage, and she let out a coldugh.

    ¡°April has no beef with Liz, why would she pull something like this? She¡¯s Evelina¡¯s agent, they¡¯re thick

    as thieves. If Evelina didn¡¯t put April up to it, there¡¯s no way April would go and smear Liz online!¡±

    At this point, Evelina stepped forward, crying, her face full of remorse.

    ¡°April¡¯s been my agent for three years, we were close like sisters. Ms. Ynda, what you are saying is

    making me feel utterly ashamed. but I genuinely didn¡¯t know about this beforehand. April saw me

    beaten up, my face swollen, teeth knocked out, bedridden for days, unable to get up, and on top of

    that, getting cursed out online and losing countless followers. I was so heartbroken, I nearly miscared.

    Out of concern and pity for me, worried I¡¯d be depressed, she didn¡¯t tell me and did something

    wrong behind my back. But it was really just a moment of impulse, she¡¯s realized her mistake now, and

    thankfully, it didn¡¯t cause any serious consequences in the livestream.¡±

    Evelina continued to cry as she exined, one hand on her stomach, and she even stepped forward

    trying to grab Lizetta¡¯s hand. ¡°I¡¯m feeling weak and unwell every day because of the pregnancy, that¡¯s

    why I didn¡¯t notice April¡¯s intentions in time. Liz, I¡¯m sorry, I apologize to you sincerely. Can you forgive

    me?¡±

    What a piece of work Evelina was, able to spin ck into white.

    While apologizing, she was all about showing and pregnancy glow, jabbing at Lizetta¡¯s heart with each

    word

    Lizetta brushed her hand away,ughing lightly.

    ¡°Cut the act! Do you think you¡¯re the only smart one around? You really think by having April take the

    fall, you can keep ying the role of the pure and innocent girl? Everyone knows what¡¯s really going

    on!¡±

    Ynda, too, sneered and pointed at Evelina¡¯s nose.

    C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

    ¡°You¡¯re such a smooth talker. You got beat up because you slipped sleeping pills into Liz¡¯s water!

    You¡¯re losing followers and getting trashed because you¡¯re simply not good enough, your violin ying

    sucks! And somehow, in your story, it¡¯s all Liz¡¯s fault, like she deserved to be schemed against by you?

    With a heart as vile as yours, never reflecting on your own actions, any kid you have wille out with

    a rotten core, a menace to society with no¡­

    ¨C

    ¡°Ynda! Watch yournguage!¡±

    Remington suddenly cut her off with a stern look, his eyes icy and piercing.

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    Lizetta caught her breath and grabbed Ynda¡¯s hand, pulling her to safety behind her.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you are so high and mighty, do we need to apologize to the esteemed Ms. Hawthorne?¡±

    Remington was sporting a ck mask, so it was hard to see what his face was really saying, but it was

    obvious that he was clenching his jaw tight under there.

    Before he could even frown and speak up. Evelina was already waving her hands dismissively.

    C¨°ntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

    ¡°Lizetta, Remington¡¯s just super protective of the baby in my belly. The baby¡¯s innocent, after all. Even if

    Ms. Ynda and you can¡¯t stand me, there¡¯s no need to drag an unbom child into this.¡±

    ¡°If you really cared about the kid, you wouldn¡¯t be up to no good while pregnant. You gotta know, that

    little bun in the oven is soaking up all your nastiness like a sponge

    Lizetta cut Evelina off mid sentence. She had never seen such a shameless expectant motherl

    Ynda nodded vehemently in agreement. ¡°You don¡¯t bother racking up good karma, and now you¡¯re

    ying innocent? Going on about the baby, the baby like a broken record, as if the whole world doesn¡¯t

    know you¡¯re the only one who can get pregnant and have kids, night Evelina?¡±

    They tag¨Cteamed her with their retorts, leaving Evelina looking totally lost and on the verge of tears,

    her body swaying as she fell towards Remington.

    She knew Remington wouldn¡¯t let her hit the ground.

    Sure enough, he reached out to steady Evelina.

    ¡°Remi.¡±

    Evelina took her acting to the next level, whispering softly as her eyes fluttered closed and her legs

    gave way, trying to burrow into Remington¡¯s arms.

    Remington¡¯s brow furrowed as he supported her, ncing towards the car.

    The driver was about toe over and take Evelina, but Lizetta couldn¡¯t stand to watch any longer

    Just then, a cab pulled up. She grabbed Ynda and they bolted.

    ¡°Get her in the car.¡±

    The driver approached, and Remington pushed the fainting Evelina towards him. Then he turned to

    chase after Lizetta, only to see her getting into the taxi and driving off.

    king with h

    him¨Cshe didn¡¯t even nce his way before

    He took a couple of steps to follow, but it was clear Lizetta had no interest in speaking rolling up the

    window.

    He thought of her words, telling him to be a good ex¨Chusband and stay out of her life. A shadow

    passed over Remington¡¯s eyes, and he stopped in his tracks.

    Meanwhile, in the cab.

    Ynda was still furning. ¡°Badass Remington¡¯s really upping his game, isn¡¯t he? What¡¯s with the giant

    mask? De his true scumbag nature?¡±

    nk it can hide

    Lizetta was silent.

    ¡°And that Bitch Evelina, fainting at just the right moment! Is fainting her only trick? Badass Remington

    must be blind not to see through her act. Liz, you shouldn¡¯t have stopped me. I should¡¯ve spat at her

    and seen if she could keep up the charade!¡±

    Ynda kept ranting as Lizetta rolled up the window a sneer ying on her lips.

    Remington probably know Evelina was faking it, but he cared about her. He was willing to be duped,

    even if he knew the truth. ¡°Enough about her. She¡¯s not worth wasting your precious spit on. Let¡¯s find a

    drugstore and treat that cut so it doesn¡¯t scar.¡±

    Ynda didn¡¯t seem to care. ¡°So what if it scars? It¡¯s fine.¡±

    Lizetta scolded her. ¡°You¡¯re training in martial arts, going to film school, you really wanna be a stunt

    double forever? Our goal is the silver screen, the big screen! I¡¯m waiting for you to be a big star:

    Ever seen a leadingdy covered in scars?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s true. Oh no, will this scrape leave a scar? If it does, I swear I curse Evelina in my sleep.¡±

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s dead set on breaking into showbiz. Show some spirit, outshine her, blow up bigger than her¨C

    that¡¯ll be your revenge for me.¡± Lizetta cheered Ynda on, and she felt the weight of responsibility on

    her shoulders, saying. ¡°There¡¯s actually an opportunitying. up. There¡¯s an issue with the fourth

    lead in a fantasy drama series, and Jenny said she¡¯d help introduce me to the director

    Remington

    watched their taxi disappear into the distance, then walked back to his car.

    09:49

    The driver had alreadyld Evelina down in the back seat and opened the door for Remington

    But Remington didn¡¯t get in. He looked down at Evelina lying there and instructed the driver.

    ¡°Take her back to the Hawthome family, and tell Kevin to figure out the investment funds himself

    The driver nodded, ¡°Yes, Mr. Dashiell,¡±

    Just as he was about to close the door, Evelina, who had been feigning unconsciousness, suddenly

    opened her eyes and propped herself up on the seat.

    ¡°Remi, I think just heard you mention canceling the investment. Did I hear wrong?

    The investment Remington promised the Hawthome family was to be delivered in three instaliments,

    Only the first payment had been made so far, and if no more funds came in, the Hawthorne Group

    would face a financial crisis.

    With the current state of the Hawthome family, bankruptcy was not out of the question.

    How could this be?

    ¡°Done ying possum?¡±

    Remington stared at the seemingly frail Evelina, his eyes ice¨Ccold.

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    Evelina¡¯s nails dug into her palm in an instant, her heart pounding so hard she could barely keep it

    together, trying to hide her quilt an tears streamed down her face

    ¡°Reml, I didn¡¯t.¡±

    But Remington wasn¡¯t having any of her excuses, he turned on his heel to leave.

    Now Evelina was really freaking out. She got out of the car, chasing after him, trying to grab his arm,

    pleading desperately

    ¡°Come on, investing in the Hawthome Group was part of the deal you promised mel How can you go

    back on your word?¡±

    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    Remington¡¯s eyes cut through her like daggers.

    Evelina¡¯s hand froze in ce, not daring to cross the line.

    Remington looked away, his voice loy. ¡°You don¡¯t know when to stop. I made it clear to you, didn¡¯t 17

    Didn¡¯t I tell you to leave Liz alone?¡±

    A chill ran down Evelina¡¯s spine. Remington had indeed said so.

    Last time, in her room, he wamed her that if she messed with Lizetta again, he could take back

    everything he had given just as easily.

    But back then, Lizetta was still his wife.

    Now they were divorced, Lizetta was no longer Mrs. Dashiell.

    Considering who Remington was, it was unthinkable how Lizetta had embarrassed him. She didn¡¯t

    deserve his protection or affection.

    Why on earth was he still making such a fuss over Lizetta?

    ¡°Remington, you can¡¯t do this. The Hawthome family and the Dashiell family go way back. You¡¯re

    cutting off the Hawthornes escape route! Plus, I didn¡¯t even provoke Lizetta, I swear I didn¡¯t know

    anything, April didn¡¯t tell me! And it¡¯s not like Lizetta suffered any harm.¡±

    The livestream had just started picking up steam when that lunatic Ynda grabbed my phone.

    She blew the lid off everything right there and then. Now the inte¡¯s throwing shade at Jolin and

    Apollo, the whole lot of them.

    April¡¯d been locked up, no telling if she would make ball.

    Compared to that, Lizetta got off scot free.

    Why the hell did Remington still want to pull the plug on the Hawthome Group after all this?

    Evelina was a mix of rage and despair, feeling dizzy and on the verge of passing out, her face ghostly

    pale as if she might faint any second.

    Remington just nced at her, ¡®Im not a cop. Cops need evidence to make a case.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s lips trembled, terrified at the thought of the Hawthomes going broke.

    shes of her childhood, scrimping and saving at the Gardenia family, made her tears fall in fear.

    She was used to the life of luxury now, there was no way she could go back to that life.

    She looked up at Remington with pleading eyes, sobbing and begging.

    ¡°Remi, I was wrong. I apologize to Lizetta, Ill do it sincerely, please don¡¯t do this. My parents raised her

    for six wouldn¡¯t want to see the Hawthorne family fall, I¡¯ll beg her, I¡¯ll go right now.¡±

    Evelina was frantic to leave, but Remington¡¯s cold gaze pinned her in ce.

    ¡°She doesn¡¯t need your apology! Evelina, you broke the rules of the game, now you¡¯ve got to face the

    consequences!¡±

    His look pierced her like a de, making her realize there was no going back.

    Lately, because of the baby, Evelina had felt like Remington really cared for her.

    But now, she deeply realized just how ruthless he could be.

    How could he be so heartless towards her, not a shred of pity!

    Remington didn¡¯t return to the office, nor did he head to the old house.

    Instead, he had someone take him to Riverbend Abbey, where Nathan and Hanna lived.

    er all. She

    The Abbey was bustling even by day with several luxury cars parked in the yard, none of them

    belonging to the Dashiell family.

    Remington didn¡¯t announce his arrival, just showed up. Stepping out of the car, he was immediately

    spotted by a servant.

    The servant was taken aback, ¡°Mr. Remington, what brings you back? Mrs. Hanna has a few friends

    over for Mahjong. I let her know.¡±

    Remington was in a hurry. He had grown up under Oswald and Fiona¡¯s care, respectful but not close to

    his parents.

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    His visits here were rare, and usually announced in advance.

    The servant was about to inform Hanna but Remington¡¯s chilly gaze and firm voice stopped her.

    ¡°No need ¡®

    Rooted to the spot by hismanding tone, the servant watched as he strode past her, heading into

    the vi.

    Then, the chatter of thedies in the small living room reached his ears.

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna, so your son is really divorced now?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s right

    ¡°Well, congrattions to you, Mrs. Hanna. You¡¯ve finally got rid of that troublesome daughter¨Cinw.¡±

    ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for that seductress climbing into bed, and Fiona taking pity on her, forcing Remington

    to marry her, with his credentials you¡¯d be spoilt for choice among the city¡¯s eligibledies, wouldn¡¯t

    you?¡±

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    ¡°Mr. Remington is finally back on the market, isn¡¯t it, Mrs. Dashiell? My folks have a daughter who¡¯s

    about to graduate from an hy League school and retum home. Maybe she could join you for a cup of

    coffee.¡±

    ¡°Let¡¯s not rush into anything¡±

    Hanna¡¯s voice chimed in casually, while Remington¡¯s face was as unreadable as still water. He strode

    towards the drawing room.

    ¡°How can we not be in a hurry? Mr. Remington is pushing thirty, and your former daughter¨Cinw

    hasn¡¯t given you any grandkids in two years. Ouchr

    In the parlor, threedies were arranging flowers with Hanna. Mrs Frost was the one speaking.

    She hadn¡¯t finished her sentence when she inadvertently looked up and saw Remington at the door.

    The man wore a ck mask, his expression hidden, which only made him look more stem and

    intimidating.

    Mrs. Frost got such a scare, she pricked her finger on a rose thom, drawing blood.

    She tumed pale and gave an awkward smile.

    ¡°Mr. Remington.¡±

    Hanna turned her head, equally surprised to see Remington. She quickly put down the hydrangea she

    was holding, stood up, and greeted him with a smile.

    ¡°Remington, what brings you back? Mom was just chatting with friends about your marriage. They¡¯re all

    very concerned about you.¡±

    Hanna was cut off mid¨Csentence by Remington.

    His gaze was sharp as ice, not moving from Mrs. Frost, as he spoke coolly.

    ¡°So, the Frost family breeds their offspring byying eggs? Mrs. Frost, no wonder you and your

    husband have a brood of eighteen. I just wonder how many of those eggs you actuallyid yourself.¡±

    Mrs. Frost¡¯s husband was notorious for his phndering ways, fathering illegitimate children left and

    right, yet Mrs. Frost herself only had one daughter.

    Remington¡¯s words hit Mrs. Frost like a dagger to the lung. Her face alternated between shades of red

    and white.

    en? What el

    She opened her mouth but couldn¡¯t utter a word against Remington¡¯s icy stare.

    Justst month, her husband was known to have thirteen bastards, and now eighteen? else was he

    hiding from her?

    With that thought, Mrs. Frost grabbed her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to

    get to the bottom of this..

    Remington¡¯s gaze then swept over the other twodies.

    ¡°Hry, my wife might not be up to snuff, but she sure beats raising someone else¡¯s grandkid

    unknowingly, doesn¡¯t she?¡±

    Hry¡¯s grandson had been revealedst year not to be her son¡¯s child at all. This scandal was

    supposed to be tightly under wraps, and the kid had been shipped abroad.

    How did Remington know?

    Hry¡¯s face turned sour, but before she could say anything, Remington¡¯s gaze had already moved on

    to Tracy

    Tracy shivered, quickly mustering a nervous chuckle, and said apologetically, ¡°Mr. Remington, I

    misspoke, I¡¯m so leave now.¡±

    She grabbed her bag and scurried out with her head down.

    Seeing this, Hry quickly followed suit.

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    In less than a minute, the parlor was left with only Hanna, her face a mask of rigid shock.

    Hanna clutched her chest, her vision darkening, ring at Remington.

    These were all my guests! Remington, did youe back just to drive me to an early grave?¡±

    Remington made her embarrassed, making her wonder how she would face the social circle from now

    on.

    But Remington¡¯s eyes were cold as he looked at the deeply embarrassed Hanna.

    ¡°Did you ever leave me any dignity?¡°,

    ¡°How haven¡¯t ¡­¡­..¡±

    Hanna¡¯s angry retort was silenced by Remington¡¯s icy interjection.

    ¡útaking my

    ¡°Remember, husband and wife are one and the same! Not only did you leave me without dignity, but

    you¡¯ve trampled the Dashiell

    09:50

    family¡¯s reputation through the ma

    His waice was heavy, as words biting

    Under lus finca demuanne, Hanna fall angry, hurt, and a twinge of quilt

    Che couldn¡¯t helteve that even after his divorce from Lizetta, Remington would still defend her to such

    lengthst

    She argued back, ¡°You and Lizetle are divorced, aren¡¯t you? So what if I and my friends talk about her?

    Which word wasn¡¯t true? Does it justify you making such a scene and driving my gurls away?¡±

    Seeing she still dude¡¯t realize her fadt, femington could only imagine how she must huve treated Lizetta

    these past two years.

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    Remington¡¯s brows were knit together in a dark frown. That time when the White family came knocking

    to ask for Lizette hand, you said you told her and she was considering it, right?¡±

    He blindsided her by dredging up something from four years ago, and Hanna was caught off guard, her

    fingers nervously pinching each.

    other.

    ¡°Of course, that¡¯s how it was. Why would you suddenly ask about that?¡±

    ¡°No! You never told Lizetta back then, and about the drug that night, don¡¯t tell me it was also your

    doing?¡±

    Remington pressed her with a heavy voice, determined to clear up the past today.

    He hadn¡¯t expected to catch Hanna and a few otherdies bad mouthing others. He knew Hanna

    wasn¡¯t exactly Lize¡¯s number one fan, but he never thought she¡¯d take it this far

    ¡°What are you on about, Remington? You¡¯re my son, I¡¯d move heaven and earth to give you the best of

    everything. Livetta¡¯s got nothing going for her, why on earth would i drug you and help that ungrateful

    girl out? It must have been thist wolf in sheep¡¯s clothing Lizetta who drugged you!¡±

    Hanna fired back, her brows furrowed in anger.

    ¡°Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden? Has Lizetta been feeding you stories again? She¡¯s on

    the verge of divorce and still can¡¯t keep still, trying to drive a wedge between us!¡±

    Remington¡¯s gaze was fixed on her; it was clear as day that Hanno disliked Lizetta.

    With that in mind, it didn¡¯t seem like Hanna¡¯s style to drug someone.

    His voice was firm, ¡°You still haven¡¯t answered my question. Why did you lie and say Lizetta knew?¡±

    Hanna rolled her eyes, ¡°Why else? Your dad had already given his word to the White family. Lizetta¡¯s a

    rebellious one, no way she¡¯d y ball. If you found out she was kept in the dark, wouldn¡¯t you have

    raised hell and cut ties with us over that girl? I told you that so you might think she was already

    considering it and stay out of it, let her obediently trot off to the White family. But who knew, you still

    blew up at your dad. After that scandal, Helen¡¯s family didn¡¯t want her anymore, and it all fizzled out. I

    never brought it up with Lizetta again

    after that.¡±

    Hanna couldn¡¯t fathom what spell Lizetta had cast on Remington that made him keep siding with that

    girl against his own family!

    Remington¡¯s eyes were still on Hanna, ¡°I hope that¡¯s all there is to it.

    Hanna frowned, feeling an inexplicable chill.

    Remington¡¯s voice tumed icy, ¡°Lizetta and I are not divorced yet, she¡¯s still my wife. If anyone dares to

    trash¨Ctalk her again, I¡¯m not going to stand by, and that includes you, mother!¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face went pale, ¡°What are you implying? What are you going to do to your own mother?

    Haven¡¯t you rebelled enough against your elders for that woman?¡±

    But Remington was already walking away, and the servants moved in to console Hanna.

    She was helped to sit on the sofa, her chest heaving, herplexion turning a ghastly shade of blue.

    A small figure hid outside the window, ducking back and darting to his room-

    Pph

    Remington stepped out of Riverbend Abbey and immediately instructed Ray over the phone.

    ¡°Look into that night from four years ago. Don¡¯t miss a single detail.

    His fingers tapped on his knee as he spoke with a deep gaze, ¡°Focus on the servants who were in and

    out of Liz¡¯s room that night, the ones who took out the trash.¡±

    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    The paper sachet with the powdered drug didn¡¯t just magically appear in Lizetta¡¯s trash can.

    Finding the person who tampered with things meant getting closer to the real culprit.

    Who drugged him and why? He needed to get to the bottom of it

    That evening.

    Lizettay in bed, turned on some prenatal music on her phone, and set it on the nightstand, ready to

    sleep, when WhatsApp beeped

    twice.

    She picked up her phone and saw that it was a video from

    m Joseph

    Lizetta had been too busy to visit Joseph muchtely, but the siblings still kept in touch every day.

    Joseph should be asleep by now, what could he possibly be up to?

    With a smile in her eyes, Lizetta opened WhatsApp and yed the video from Joseph, only to pause,

    slightly startled by what she saw.

    09

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    Joseph sneakily recorded the scene where Remington lost his cool In Riverbend Abbey¡¯s lounge.

    Watching Hry and otherdies get chewed out by Remington and leave with their tails between their

    legs, Lizetta felt a mix of soumess and swelling in her heart.

    Hry and Mrs. Frost were Hanna¡¯s close friends, who also used to frequent the Dashiell family.

    Every time they visited Riverbend Abbey, Hanna would make a point to summon Lizetta.

    Even though there were servants at Riverbend Abbey to serve water, offer fruit, and tidy up the table,

    Hanna always bossed Lizetta around, and Mrs. Frost andpany loved to join in on the fun.

    They treated Lizetta like a servant. Four years ago, she was just a fresh faced 18 or 19¨Cyear¨Cold, easy

    to push around.

    Holding onto pipe dreams of spending her life with Remington, she didn¡¯t dare to tick off Hanna, so she

    was often run ragged. Now, seeing Remington stand up for her, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but feel a little thrill

    of happiness.

    Lizetta was zoning out with her p

    phone when it suddenly rang.

    Seeing it was Joseph calling, she quickly picked up.

    ¡°Liz, did you really split with Remington?¡±

    Joseph¡¯s voice was anxious, and Lizetta slightly furrowed her brow because she could hear a lot of

    noise on the other end, including car homs.

    ¡°Jo, why you sticking your nose in grown folks¡® business? Aren¡¯t you supposed to be sleeping? What¡¯s

    with all that racket over there?¡±

    ¡°Tm on my way to find you, Liz. Il be there soon. Shoot! My phone¡¯s about to die, I gotta hang up. Liz.¡±

    Lizetta, already worried, was left hanging as Joseph abruptly ended the call.

    She couldn¡¯t think of sleep anymore, quickly hopped out of bed, and tried to call Joseph back, only to

    find he had turned off his phone.

    Lizetta hurriedly got dressed and dashed out the door.

    She had recently moved to a new ce, which Joseph didn¡¯t even know about.

    Lizetta ran out of theplex, hopped in her car, and called Edith, suspecting Joseph might have

    headed to Oakridge Heights.

    Edith picked up quickly but said, ¡°Ma¡¯am, Joseph came looking for you before, and I told him you¡¯re not

    at Oakridge Heights anymore. He probably didn¡¯te here.¡±

    Frowning, Lizetta told Edith to let her know immediately if she saw Joseph.

    After hanging up, she stared out the car window into the dark night, feeling a headacheing on.

    Joseph was pretty sharp, but he was still just an eight¨Cyear¨Cold kid, and the Dashiell family usually

    kept him under tight watch.

    Him sneaking out in the middle of the night to find her? Hanna would never approve.

    So, the kid must have slipped out on his own, which was worrisome, to say the least.

    After a moment¡¯s hesitation, Lizetta dialed Remington, who was still at the office.

    When the ringtone sounded, he didn¡¯t look twice, thinking it was Kevin calling again after several

    attempts.

    The ringing stopped briefly, but then started up again, and a sh of annoyance crossed Remington¡¯s

    face.

    But as his gaze fell on the screen, his imitation vanished, reced by disbelief.

    Was Lizetta actually reaching out to him?

    Remington¡¯s breath hitched, and he immediately swiped to answer.

    ¡°Liz?¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected the first call to go unanswered, nor for Remington to pick up so quickly the next

    time around.

    And oddly, she felt like he sounded rather eager, as if he treasured this call.

    Caught off guard, she didn¡¯t respond at first

    Then, the man¡¯s voice came through Again, softer this time.

    ¡°What¡¯s up? Did something happen?¡±

    Lizetta snapped back to reality, ¡°Yeah, Joseph slipped out of Riverbend Abbey and called to say he

    wasing to see me, but now ! can¡¯t reach him. I¡¯ve checked, and he hasn¡¯t gone to Oakridge

    Heights, and he probably doesn¡¯t know my new address either. I suspect

    he might have gone to the old neighborhood where Yoli used to live. I¡¯m on my way to look for him now,

    but it¡¯s quite a distance.¡±

    09:50

    Joseph sneakily recorded the scene where Remington lost his tool in Riverbend Abbey¡¯s lounge.

    Watching Hry and otherdies get chewed out by Remington and leave with their tails between their

    legs, Lizetta felt a mix of soumess and swelling in her heart

    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.

    Hry and Mrs. Frost were Hannas close friends, who also used to frequent the Dashiell family.

    Every time they visited Riverbend Abbey, Hanna would make a point to summon Lizetta

    Even though there were servants at Riverbend Abbey to serve water, offer fruit, and tidy up the table,

    Hanna always bossed Lizetta around, and Mrs. Frost andpany loved to join in on the fun.

    They treated Lizetta like a servant, Four years ago, she was just a fresh¨Cfaced 18 or 19¨Cyear¨Cold, easy

    to push around.

    Holding onto pipe dreams of spending her life with Remington, she didn¡¯t dare to tick off Hanna, so she

    was often run ragged.

    Now, seeing Remington stand up for her, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but feel a little thrill of happiness.

    Lizetta was zoning out with her phone when it suddenly rang

    Seeing it was Joseph calling, she quickly picked up.

    ¡°Liz, did you really split with Remington?¡±

    a lot of noise on the other end, including car

    Joseph¡¯s voice was anxious, and Lizetta slightly furrowed her brow because she could hear a l

    homs

    ¡°Jo, why you sticking your nose in grown folks¡® business? Aren¡¯t you supposed to be sleeping? What¡¯s

    with all that racket over there?¡±

    Im on my way to find you, Liz. Ill be there soon. Shoot! My phone¡¯s about to die, I gotta hang up, Liz.¡±

    Lizetta, already worried, was left hanging as Joseph abruptly ended the call.

    She couldn¡¯t think of sleep anymore, quickly hopped out of bed, and tried to call Joseph back, only to

    find he had turned off his phone.

    Lizetta humedly got dressed and dashed out the door.

    She had recently moved to a new ce, which Joseph didn¡¯t even know about.

    Lizetta ran out of theplex, hopped in her car, and called Edith, suspecting Joseph might have

    headed to Oakridge Heights.

    Edith picked up quickly but said, ¡°Ma¡¯am, Joseph came looking for you before, and I told him you¡¯re not

    at Oakridge Heights anymore. He probably didn¡¯te here.¡±

    Frowning, Lizetta told Edith to let her know immediately if she saw Joseph.

    After hanging up, she stared out the car window into the dark night, feeling a headacheing on.

    Joseph was pretty sharp, but he was still just an eight¨Cyear¨Cold kid, and the Dashiell family usually

    kept him under tight watch.

    Him sneaking out in the middle of the night to find her? Hanna would never approve.

    So, the kid must have slipped out on his own, which was worrisome, to say the least

    After a moment¡¯s hesitation, Lizetta dialed Remington, who was still at the office.

    When the ringtone sounded, he didn¡¯t look twice, thinking it was Kevin calling again after several

    attempts.

    The ringing stopped briefly, but then started up again, and a sh of annoyance crossed Remington¡¯s

    face.

    But as his gaze fell on the screen, his imitation vanished, reced by disbelief.

    Was Lizetta actually reaching out to him?

    Remington¡¯s breath hitched, and he immediately swiped to answer.

    ¡°Liz?¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected the first call to go unanswered, nor for Remington to pick up so quickly the next

    time around.

    And oddly, she felt like he sounded rather eager, as if he treasured this call.

    Caught off guard, she didn¡¯t respond at first.

    Then, the man¡¯s voice came through again, softer this time.

    ¡°What¡¯s up? Did something happen?¡±

    Lizetta snapped back to reality, ¡°Yeah, Joseph slipped out of Riverbend Abbey and called to say he

    wasing to see me, but now I can¡¯t reach him. I¡¯ve checked, and he hasn¡¯t gone to Oakridge

    Heights, and he probably doesn¡¯t know my new address either. I suspect he might have gone to the old

    neighborhood where Yoli used to live. I¡¯m on my way to look for him now, but it¡¯s quite a distance.¡±

    There was the sound of a chair moving on Remington¡¯s end, and his voice came thmogh, deep and

    soothing

    ¡°Alright, I got it. Il send someone to search for him, and I¡¯ll head over there too. Don¡¯t worry too much¡±

    Lizetta breathed a sigh of relief, ¡°Okay, this. I hang up now¡±

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    ¡°Alright.¡± Remington hung up, grabbed his coat, and bolted out of the office.

    Cedric quickly stood up and approached as Remington headed briskly towards the elevator

    ¡°No need to tag along.¡±

    Cedric nodded, a bit curious about where the boss was off to all by himself thiste.

    But he still had something to run by him, so he followed a few steps and asked.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Mr. Frost and the others are still in the meeting room having tea, should we¡­¡±

    Earlier in the evening, when Remington came back to pull an all¨Cnighter at the Starlight Group, he had

    Cedric summon Mr. Frost, Mt. Grover, and Mr. Hardy

    They were there, but out of sight, just ordered to be kept in a small meeting room, sipping on tea.

    Pot after pot, no bathroom breaks.

    Now, after more than three hours, the three honchos were pale as ghosts and about to blow a gasket.

    ¡°Let ¡®em stew till the wee hours and then they can scram.¡±

    Remington had reached the elevator and issued themand indifferently.

    Cedric nodded, ¡°Any message for them?¡±

    ¡°Tell ¡®em to go ask their better halves.¡±

    Remington stepped into the elevator, and Cedric bowed slightly, stepping back, then suddenly blurted

    out to Remington inside.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you might bump into Mr. Hawthorne on your way down.¡± Evelina had been sent home,

    and the driver had ryed Remington¡¯s message about pulling the plug on the second phase of

    funding to Kevin.

    Kevin had rushed to the Starlight Group in a panic, but Remington hadn¡¯t let him up all this time.

    Sure enough, in the parking lot, Remington ran into Kevin, who was lying in wait. Seeing Remington

    stride over, Kevin hurried up to him.

    ¡°Remington, did Eve do something foolish on a whim? She¡¯s had a tough childhood, and we spoiled

    her rotten when she got back, making her even less impressive. On her behalf, I apologize to you. How

    can you just change your mind about the investment like that?¡±

    Remingtonpletely ignored Kevin, opened his car door, and ducked inside.

    Kevin, desperate, tried to grab the car door, but a cold, warning nce from Remington chilled even

    this seasoned businessman to the bone, stopping him in his tracks.

    Remington mmed the car door, started the engine, then rolled down the window to say coldly.

    ¡°Instead of hitting a brick wall with me, Mr. Hawthorne, you¡¯d better straighten out your good¨Cfor¨C

    nothing daughter, so she doesn¡¯t stir up even bigger trouble.¡±

    Kevin thought it was just a lovers¡® spat between Remington and Evelina, but Remington¡¯s words were

    warning.

    enough to count as a

    As he pondered this, Remington¡¯s car had already sped out of the underground garage.

    Remington got there before Lizetta, driving slowly to the old neighborhood. From a distance, he spotted

    a bundle squatting by the flower beds.

    He walked over and looked down at the kid.

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    ¡°Good on you for having the sense to put on a thick coat before heading out.¡±

    Joseph was wrapped in a big, thick down jacket and looked up when he heard the voice.

    ¡°I¡¯m doing all this for who, huh? Remi, you¡¯re so heartless, no wonder Liz dumped you¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Get up.¡±

    ¡°Can¡¯t, my legs are numb.¡±

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    Remington had no choice but to crouch down and was about to pick up Joseph when the kid grabbed

    his coat cor.

    ¡°Remi, did you really divorce Liz? You¡¯ll regret it, I¡¯m telling you. With the way the male¨Cto¨Cfemale ratio

    is, girls these days can have like four boyfriends each. And Liz, she¡¯s such a looker. Bet if she gets

    divorced, shell have guys lined up in no time, like a dozen or twenty chasing after her! Then you¡¯ll be

    the ex¨Chubby being hounded by guys, sheesh, just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for you¡®

    Remington figured the kid knew how to hit where it hurt. He tugged at the back of the kid¡¯s neck and

    hoisted him up, scoffing.

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    Til by no means be the ex¨Chubby! And Liz will never be past tense in my book,¡±

    ¡°What do you mean? Come on, Remi, just admit it, do you like Liz or not?¡±

    Lizetta hurried over and from a distance, she heard Joseph¡¯s question.

    Her steps faltered, as if rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the man¡¯s broad back, holding her breath.

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    Remington, clearly impatient, yanked Joseph up by the cor.

    Remington thought ¡°What¡¯s with this like or dislike stuff? Does he think we¡¯re still in elementary

    school?¡±

    The mess between him and Lizetta was way tooplicated to be summed up with a simple like or

    dislike

    ¡°Remi, you¡¯re beyond help!¡±

    Joseph grunted and shoved Remington away, then bolted towards Lizetta, who wasn¡¯t too far off.

    ¡°Liz, you better get a divorce and find someone else to crush on. Liking just one person is way too

    exhausting. You gotta go for, like, seventy or eighty.¡±

    Lizetta caught him as he ran up to her, squatting down to dust him off.

    She rubbed her chest nonchntly, feeling an odd, hollow sensation there¨Cnot painful, but definitely

    there.

    She grinned at Joseph, ¡°Alright, I will give it a shot, try a mixed bag of types.¡±

    Remington turned around and walked over, looking down at Lizetta.

    ¡°Liking one person is tiring, liking a whole crowd is gonna be a killer¡±

    Lizetta stood up with a smirk.

    ¡°Well, you never know, I might just be capable of loving a bunch of guys.¡±

    She took Joseph¡¯s hand and they started walking away, with Joseph rolling his eyes dramatically at

    Remington.

    Total lost cause. Can¡¯t deal with him!

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    Remington went ahead and opened the back door of the car for them, then looked at Lizetta.

    ¡°It¡¯ste. rii drive you home.¡±

    He was still driving that Cullinan that Evelina had ridden in before, which made Lizetta feel a bit queasy.

    She shook her head, ¡°Jo needs rest. If you drive me and then him, it¡¯ll be toote. No need for the

    hassle, I can easily call a cab.¡±

    But Remington¡¯s expression turned serious, insisting,

    ¡°Get in the car! No way y I¡¯m leaving you here thiste.¡±

    Lizetta pouted, thinking to herself that it wasn¡¯t like he hadn¡¯t ditched her before.

    Last time she was just chilling at home, and he had the nerve to drag her out and make her get out of

    the car barefoot,

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m not going back! I want to stay with you tonight!¡±

    Joseph clung to Lizetta¡¯s waist, refusing to let go and cooing for attention, his head burrowed into her

    He¡¯d gotten taller, up to Lizetta¡¯s chest now.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened as he pulled Joseph away by the scruff of his neck and dumped

    Joseph scrambled up, protesting loudly.

    ¡°Remi, are you the devil or what?¡±

    ¡°Boys don¡¯t whine!¡± Remington¡¯s voice was stem as he mmed the car door r shut.

    But then Joseph slid down the window, poked his head out and pleaded.

    to the back seat.

    ¡°Remi, you just don¡¯t get it. The boys who know how to sweet talk are the luckiest. Liz, let mee

    home with you, pleasel¡±

    The little guy pouted, clinging

    g to the window, the picture of misery.

    Holding Joseph just now, Lizetta had felt how despite his growth, he was still just a bag of bones

    underneath his clothes, all frail and

    empty.

    He must have suffered a lot being sicktely, and with her going abroad in a few days, who knew when

    she¡¯d see Joseph again.

    She nodded, ¡°Get back inside, don¡¯t catch a cold. I promise you¡±

    ¡°Yay! See that?¡± Joseph shot a triumphant look at Remington and closed the window.

    Remington let out a chuckle, guiding Lizetta by the arm towards the passenger side and said.

    ¡°Let¡¯s not drag this out. Have him lie down in the back and get some sleep.

    09:51

    Lizetta nodded and took her ce in the passenger seat.

    On the road, Joseph must have really been tired, as hey quietly in the back, fast asleep.

    Lizetta whispered to Remington, ¡°How¡¯s Joseph¡¯s health?¡±

    ¡°A special medical team¡¯s on it, and things are under control for now. They¡¯re working on a new drug,

    but progress is slow

    Remington spoke calmly, but the slight tension in his jawline weighed on Lizetta¡¯s heart

    She turned to look at Joseph.

    Remington caught a glimpse of the worry andpassion brimming in her eyes.

    A pang of jealousy hit him hard. He used to be the one she cared about the most.

    But now, it seemed everyone else took precedence.

    ¡°I had wounds that wouldn¡¯t heal for ages, and you weren¡¯t half as worried.¡±

    He blurted it out, and Lizettaughed, looking at him.

    ¡°How can you even bring that up? Lucky for me I didn¡¯t worry, or I¡¯d be the biggest fool around!¡±

    And it wasn¡¯t like she hadn¡¯t been worried; she was very concerned those days, only to find out he and

    Cedric had been pulling her leg.

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    Remington eyer Lizetta¡¯s icy face, tightenert tes grip on the steering wheel but let out a light cluble

    ¡°Don¡¯t care at all, huh?¡±

    Lizetta nced at him, meeting his gare, and felt her heart uncontrobly skip a beat.

    But her response was linn, ¡°Not a bur¡±

    Once bitten, twice shy, she couldn¡¯t help but suspect he was pulling the wool over her eyes again.

    Remington felt as if he¡¯d been struck by an invisible arrow in the chest, and he scoffed softly, saying.

    ¡°Great, you just forget how I mined you¡®

    Lizetta had been called an ingrate by him before, and thisment wasnt far off, but it oddly carried an

    indescribable extrayer of affection and indulgence

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    Remington seemed a bit different tonight.

    Her ears tingled, her heart raced, she feigned a yawn, and then she closed

    ¡°So sleepy, gonna catch some z

    Remington didn¡¯t respond, and after a while, he turned to look at the woman¡¯s closed eyes and the

    slightly tremblingshes, his lips curling slightly

    Downstairs now.

    Remington leaned over to pick up Joseph, and Lizetta led the way toy him on her bed.

    ¡°There, you better scoot now, just have someone pick up Joseph in the morning.¡±

    Lizetta was quick to shoo him away, not even offering a drop of water as hospitality.

    Remington¡¯s paze swept across the small bedroom, settling on tworge boxes and a suitcase in the

    comer

    ¡°Packing up already?¡± he inquired

    Joseph stirred on the bed, and Lizetta, worried about waking him, gestured for Remington to talk in the

    living room.

    After closing the bedroom door, she turned and said, ¡°Yeah, slowly getting things sorted.¡±

    Remington thought about her imminent departure, a gloom settling in his eyes,

    He turned and strode over surprisingly taking a seat on the couch.

    Lizetta frowned. ¡°Didn¡¯t say you could sit.¡±

    Tim thirsty, it¡¯s not too much to fetch a ss of

    of water for me, right?¡±

    Grinding her teeth, Lizetta turned to pour him water and handed it over, urging. ¡°Drink up.¡±

    Remington took it with a frown, ¡°Cold?¡±

    So Lizetta snatched the ss back, saying, ¡°Forget it if you don¡¯t

    Remington clicked his tongue but didn¡¯t let go, ¡°I¡¯ll drink.¡±

    He took a sip, then dered, ¡°I¡¯m staying over tonight¡±

    1 want it.¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected him to push his luck, and her face turned frosty

    ¡°No way, finish your water and get lost!¡±

    Even if Ynda wasn¡¯ting back from the set tonight, there¡¯s no way Lizetta would let Remington

    stay.

    They had just signed their divorce papers, for crying out loud!

    Remington leisurely took another sip, then set the ss on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa,

    loosened his tie, and crossed his legs as he said.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t ask for your permission¡±

    Lizetta burst outughing in disbelief, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, before you start barking orders, please remember,

    this ain¡¯t the Starlight Group, nor is it the Dashiell family home.¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°But this is Zion City, and I call the shots in Zion City.¡±

    Lizetta was speechless.

    In Zion City, he indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta called the cops, they wouldn¡¯t dare evict this big

    shot.

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    Lizetta¡¯s face was a picture of bottled up fury, while a gint of amusement hashed in fal¨¢ngt?rts ?yes i

    *Joseph¡¯s condition is unstable, he could get ayer is a nechined any time during the night. I he kick

    up a fuss, you wont be sule to get him to the hospital on time by yourself.

    Lizetta thought about the scenes he described, her expresston tam with in

    Remington stood up, Torget it, 1 step in the car, just filter if you need anything

    Saying so, he made his way to the entrance tea tall and straight withitta quackly reaching a foyer

    He seemed to be genuinely concement about Joseph, with no sterior motives

    But it was winter now, and the car

    If he kept the heater on in the

    Lizette thought about the video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up for her today, and

    with gritted teeth, that finally spoke up.

    Tine, do whatever you want, but I don¡¯t have a bed for you if you¡¯re willing to rough it on the court then

    Tine by me

    Before she could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually tossing has sust jacket to

    the side

    He made himself at home with such ease, as if he were in his own ce.

    Lizetta was speechless

    Why did it feel like she¡¯d been tricked?

    09:51

    Lizetta¡¯s face was a picture of bottled¨Cup fury, while a glint of amusement shed in Remington¡¯s eyes

    before he spoke.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s condition is unstable, he could get a fever or a nosebleed any time during the night. If he

    kicks up a fuss, you won¡¯t be able to get him to the hospital on time by yourself¡±

    Lizetta thought about the scenarios he described, her expression torn with hesitation.

    Remington stood up, Torget it. Mi sleep in the car, just holler if you need anything¡±

    Saying so, he made his way to the entrance, his tall and straight silhouette quickly reaching the foyer.

    He seemed to be genuinely concemed about Joseph, with no ulterior motives

    But it was winter now, and the car would be freezing at night; plus, Remington was only wearing a suit.

    If he kept the heater on in the car, it would be even more risky

    Lizetta thought about the video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up for her today, and

    with gritted teeth, she finally spoke up.

    ¡°Fine, do whatever you want, but I don¡¯t have a bed for you. If you¡¯re willing to rough it on the couch

    then¡­¡±

    ¡°Fine by me.

    Before she could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually tossing his suit jacket to the

    side.

    He made himself at home with such ease, as if he were in his own ce.

    Lizetta was speechless.

    Why did it feel like she¡¯d been tricked?

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    But once she said something, it was kinda hard to take it back.

    Lizetta trying to keep her cool, trudged back to her room and, without much fanfare, tossed a nket at

    Remington, who was sprawled

    on the couch

    With her face set in a pout, she was about to turn on her heel and leave when suddenly, a weird noise

    cut through the silence

    It was so loud in the quiet room.

    Lizetta and Remington exchanged puzzled looks as the sound made aeback, twisting and turning

    through the air.

    It took a moment for Lizetta to realize it was her stomach growling

    Her cheeks instantly turned beet red.

    Talk about embarrassing, especially when she was trying to y it all ice queen!

    Just as she was about to cover her belly and make a break for it, the guy lifted his hand, and his big

    palm unexpectedlynded on Lizetta¡¯s tummy, giving it a couple of gentle pats.

    Lizetta had shrugged off her coat, leaving her in just a thin, clingy knit top, so the warmth and pressure

    from his hand were unmistakably felt

    And geet, he was patting her baby bump!

    In that instant, Lizetta was like frozen in ce, totally tense, with her heart racing a mile a minute.

    It wasn¡¯t until Remington let out a chuckle, looked up at her, and teased, ¡°Since when did you get such

    a sweet tooth? No wonder you seem a bit plumper¡±

    Lizetta was a mix of flustered and miffed, and she pushed Remington away sharply.

    ¡°You¡¯re the one who¡¯s plump! I¡¯m off to bed!¡±

    She spun around and stormed off, leaving Remington with a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her

    slightly annoyed departure.

    mming her bedroom door shut with a vengeance and double¨Clocking it, Lizetta flopped onto the

    bed, still fuming and clutching her

    stomach

    But trying to sleep when she was starving was so hard. She tossed and turned for ages, getting

    hungrier by the minute.

    She could handle the hunger, but the baby couldn¡¯t.

    Reluctantly, Lizetta crawled out of bed again. She sneaked open the door just a crack, peeking out to

    see if Remington was asleep so she could scavenge for some snacks.

    But the couch was empty, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of something delicious.

    Lizetta sniffed curiously and tiptoed toward the kitchen.

    Her footsteps caused the tall figure in the kitchen to turn and look her way,

    There he was, in a white shirt and ck trousers, the top buttons undone, sleeves casually rolled up to

    the elbows, revealing a nicely defined corbone and toned forearms, all bathed in the soft, yellow glow

    of the overhead light. He was surrounded by the homely scent of cooking. It was like a scene out of a

    dream.

    Lizetta stood there, dumbstruck at the doorway, until Remington¡¯s calm voice invited her in.

    ¡°The pasta will be ready soon, grab the tableware.¡±

    ¡°Oh, Lizetta snapped out of her daze and, with a quick bow of her head and rapid blinking, she scurried

    over.

    Remington had made two bowls of pastas with beef and tornatoes. He brought them to the table¨Can

    enticing feast for the eyes and

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    It was a familiar taste.

    Back when Lizetta was a growing girl who was always hungry, she wasn¡¯t the real deal in the Dashiell

    family. Even though Remington had her back and Fiona doted on her, she was still under someone

    else¡¯s root

    Lizetta didn¡¯t dare to bother the servants for more food at night, and after Remington caught her

    sneaking into the kitchen a couple of times looking for snacks, he instructed the staff to prepare ate

    night meal for her.

    nstructed

    The servants took the order senously, but Lizetta couldn¡¯t rx, preferring to go hungry rather than

    sneak into the kitchen again.

    When Remingtonter discovered her midnight raiding for junk food to stave off hunger, he was at his

    wit¡¯s end.

    So he learned how to make pastas himself, personally feeding Lizetta

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    Hanna had once asked him about histe¨Cnight cooking sessions. Remington brushed it off, iming

    he was the hungry one, and Hanna, taking him at his word, let it be

    During that time, whenever Lizetta was hungry at night, she¡¯d sneak over and knock on Remington¡¯s

    door. He¡¯d whip up some pastas and even bring them upstairs for her

    She¡¯d hide in Remington¡¯s room, slurping them down with gusto. After she left, Remington would have

    to clean up, air out the room. It was like waiting on a queen.

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    femington vET? EKZEEL

    Mitte Lam prema ne ust het aant

    a tase of Remington¡¯s homenate DASIES.

    for Og naraty my stomachs enny

    Gaeta stammy thankty at the how of pastas as if they sprouted flowers. Remington couldn¡¯t help but

    flick her on the forehead.

    then didst pick up her tensis, ter pace lowered. She took a bite of pastas, her eyes shimmering with

    unshed tears.

    taly was scumptious

    ¨¦ soumens crest to Let¡¯s nose, and she began to eat heartily

    Ste bought is no wonder she fell for him

    Once upon a time he was realy great the kind to treasure her as his only cherished jewel

    It was just too bat it was meant for her sister

    She was ton greedy always wanting more toping for eternal love.

    Even during these four years, besides for loving her and neglecting her, he never really did anything

    too out of line, never let her want for anything marenaly

    He just didn¡¯t love her

    But he didn¡¯t marry her wilingy either, and he wasnt obligated to love her.

    It was her own unrequited love thatented ter

    Compared to that, the outside world and other people did her more harm, but she could handle that.

    Yet with HR, STE was actually a bit spoled, muy couldn¡¯t handle even the slightest grievance without

    blowing it out of proportion.

    ¡°Stop eating

    Suddenly Remington grasped Lizata¡¯s hand.

    Lizetta smuggled. No, it¡¯s good, Im not full yet. I haven¡¯t finished, let go!¡±

    She broke free from Remingtons grasp and picked up another strand of pastas to eat, but suddenly she

    found it hard to swallow.

    It was delicious, and she wanted to eat.

    What was happening to her?

    Crying while eating, yet you say you want to eat? I won¡¯t get mad if you don¡¯t want to eat!¡±

    In a deep voice Remington took the utensils from Lizetta¡¯s hands, pinched her chin with one hand, and

    wiped her cheeks with the other. That was when Lizetta realized), she had been crying, choking back

    sobs.

    She felt weak, it was just a bowl of pastes, wasn¡¯t it?

    Lizama turned her head away awkwardly, not wanting to show Remington her messy state.

    But he wouldn¡¯t let go. He leaned in closet, his lips nearing her, as if he was about to kiss away her

    tears.

    The familiar hot breath brushed against her, and as Lizetta gazed at the handsome face so close to

    hers, a mix of sadness and panic weled up in her eyes

    She pushed firm away fiercely, standing up from her chair.

    Tm done eating, thanks, goodnight¡®

    She turned around, rubbing her face forcefully, and ran into her room, mming the door shut.

    Remington remained seated, his gaze settling on the closed bedroom door, his fingertips still damp, his

    eyes dark and brooding.

    in the dead of night, Remingtony on the couch

    The couch was too short for him, his legs dangling off the edge, making it impossible to get a good

    night¡¯s sleep.

    He grabbed his phone and opened up the group chat.

    Pamington: Why would a woman cry over pastas?]

    Cassin Maybe the pastas taste temble?]

    10:05

    [Remington: She said they were good

    [Cassius: Then it¡¯s the pasta maker she can¡¯t stand]

    Remington was left speechless

    Annoyed, he tossed the phone aside, but just as he closed his eyes, the phone lit up again.

    He nced over, Timothy was also chiming in.

    (Timothy Could be cause of love)

    Remington¡¯s grip on the phone tightened, and Timothy messaged him privately.

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    Liz cried eating your pastas? Jeez, I¡¯m reasonably suspicious you¡¯re showing off your love life in the

    middle of the night, Remi ]

    Remington¡¯s gaze shifted from his phone, as if trying to see through the bedroom door, a faint glimmer

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    Lizetta barely caught any Zsst night, tossing and turning, and even woke up at the witching hour to

    check on Joseph¡¯s noggin.

    Come moming, she woke up to full daylight streaming through the window and craned her neck.

    Joseph was all snuggled up in the nket, back turned to her and not moving a muscle.

    Lizetta reached out and gave the boy¡¯s head a little rub.

    ¡°The sun¡¯s shining on our butts; time for us ckers to roll out of bed!¡±

    But Joseph was still out like a light, and Lizetta propped herself up with a chuckle.

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    the act, get up. Gobble up breakfast and I¡¯ll drop you off¡­¡±

    She froze mid¨Csentence, her face going pale.

    Joseph¡¯s little face was burning up, and tuming him over, she saw a crimson mess under his nose a

    nosebleed had soaked through half the pillowcase.

    ¡°Joseph, wake up! Remi!¡±

    Lizetta was scared witless, propping Joseph up and grabbing tissues to dab at the nosebleed, shouting

    for Remington.

    Remington responded and pushed at the door, but it was locked from the inside.

    Just as Lizetta was about to hop out of bed to unlock it, bam! Remington burst through the door.

    Seeing Lizetta perched on the bed, panic¨Cstricken, cradling an unconscious Joseph, his brows

    furrowed slightly, and he swiftly wrapped Joseph in the thin nket and scooped them both up.

    ¡°Don¡¯t freak out, just bundle up ande downstairs.¡±

    His voice was a calm anchor in the storm.

    Lizetta dashed to the door and hurriedly got dressed.

    When she got downstairs, Remington had already tucked Joseph into the back seat of the car and was

    on the phone, seemingly with a doctor.

    Lizetta climbed in, holding Joseph, and the man floored it.

    At the hospital, Joseph was whisked straight into the ER, and Lizetta, watching the closed door, felt her

    legs turn to jelly.

    Remington¡¯s warm, broad chest pressed against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist,

    steadying her.

    ¡°Got scared?¡±

    His voice was a soothing rumble, and Lizetta let out a faint grunt, leaning on him for strength.

    She¡¯d never seen Joseph have an episode before, never imagined it could be so terrifying.

    All the way to the hospital, she¡¯d held Joseph, unable to rouse him, his nosebleed relentless.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s going to be okay, right?¡±

    Lizetta looked up, her heart in knots.

    Remington guided her to a chair, took an alcohol wipe and carefully started cleaning the blood off her

    hands, one by one.

    ¡°Who doesn¡¯t know he¡¯s the Dashiell family¡¯s troublemaker? What could possibly happen to him?¡±

    Perhaps his teasing tone eased her a bit, and she snapped back,

    ¡°What kind of brother talks about his own sibling like that? If the Dashiell family has a troublemaker, it¡¯s

    you. Joseph¡¯s always been the angel.¡±

    ¡°Sure, whatever you say. So, did I manage wreak havoc on you?¡±

    After cleaning her hands, Remington tossed the tissue away, gave her hand a squeeze, and looked up

    at her.

    The intensity in his eyes made Lizetta¡¯s heart race.

    She thought, isn¡¯t he the biggest disaster of them all? She¡¯d fallen head over heels for him, utterly

    bewitched.

    It was only then she realized how close they were, and she tried to pull her hand back in a panic, but

    Remington suddenly tightened his grip.

    Looking up, he asked,

    ¡°Why the tears over pastasst night?¡±

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    Uretta¡¯s eyes darted around, feigning nonchnce.

    Oh nothing really, just sometimes us women get like that, tear up for no good reason.¡± Remington

    gazed at her intently. ¡°Crying because of some feelings stirred up by the pastas, what was it?¡± Feeling

    the weight of his probing stare, Lizetta was almost at her limit. She tugged at her hand, irked.

    ¡°Joseph¡¯s still in the ER, and you¡¯re asking me about pasta¨Cinduced feelings? There¡¯s nothing.¡±

    She tried to stand, but Remington suddenly inteced their fingers tightly.

    ¡°If there¡¯s nothing, what are you running from?¡±

    I¡¯m not running from anything!¡±

    ¡°But you can¡¯t even look me in the eye.¡±

    His voice deep, Lizetta took a deep breath and finally met his gaze head¨Con.

    Her lips, pale, trembled slightly, ¡°Yes, I do miss that vor, the memory of your cooking. Thinking I

    might never taste it again made me a tad sad, that¡¯s all.¡±

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    ¡°Pfft, my cooking? Is that really all there is to 117 Remington said icily.

    He never expected that the answer that formented him and kept him from a peaceful sleep would turn

    out to be just this.

    In the end, it was all just his own wishful thinking.

    Lizetta felt awful inside. She had no clue what he was trying to achieve by pressing her for answers.

    Was she supposed to tell him that her emotional breakdown and tears were because she loved him,

    because she was too attached to

    bim?

    She didn¡¯t want to be the butt of his jokes once again.

    They were on the brink of divorce, what was the point of talking about love now?

    It would only make her look more embarrassed, more pitiful andughable.

    ¡°Yeah!¡± Lizetta frowned, clearly showing her impatience.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned frosty. He wanted to say something more, but the sound of hurried

    and disordered footsteps echoed down the hallway

    It was Hanna and Nathan, rushing over with two servants in tow.

    It was only this morning that the servants realized Joseph wasn¡¯t at home, causing the household to

    turn upside down.

    Right on cue, Remington¡¯s phone rang with a call concerning Joseph.

    Hanna, frantic with worry, stormed over and red at Lizetta as if she were an enemy who had

    wronged her child.

    ¡°Lizetta, isn¡¯t it enough that you¡¯ve cost me one son! Are you trying to harm Joseph too? In this freezing

    weather, don¡¯t you know Joseph can¡¯t handle it? You made him go out in the middle of the night to look

    for you, what on earth were you thinking?¡±

    Lizetta took the verbalshing without showing much reaction, her head bowed in silence.

    No matter what she said, Hanna would me her for this incident anyway.

    And Lizetta did feel a bit guilty, after all, Joseph had indeed sneaked out because of her, and she felt

    troubled about the little guy¡¯s state. But Remington slightly furrowed his brows, shifting his stance to

    shield Lizetta behind him, and said coldly.

    ¡°Do you have any idea why Joseph ran out?¡±

    ¡°How should I know! It must be Lizetta, she-¡±

    Hanna was cut off mid¨Csentence by Remington, ¡°He ran out after overhearing you and Hry talking

    about Liz and my divorce. It has nothing to do with anyone else.¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face soured, ¡°So you¡¯re saying it¡¯s all my fault now?

    She was livid, and Nathan spoke up with a stern voice.

    ¡°Enough. What¡¯s the use in pointing fingers now? Everyone just quiet down and wait for the doctor¡¯s

    assessment.¡±

    He then turned to Remington with a harsh tone, ¡°And you, watch how you speak to your mother!¡±

    Seeing this, Lizetta didn¡¯t want to stay any longer.

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    ¡°I need some air,¡± she murmured softly.

    She turned and headed toward the direction of the elevator. Remington turned to follow but was

    stopped by Nathan asking about the symptoms Joseph had before being admitted.

    By the time Remington looked back, Lizetta¡¯s figure was nowhere to be seen.

    Lizetta found herself in the downstairs garden, sitting on a bench, her hand resting on her abdomen.

    She wasn¡¯t sure if the baby inside could help in treating Joseph but had already decided.

    No matter what, when it was time to give birth abroad, she¡¯d have the doctors secretly do a

    compatibility test.

    If it was a match, it would be a safeguard.

    ¡°Baby, you want to help your uncle too, right? If you can save him, then my baby would be born a real¨C

    life superhero.¡±

    ¡°Liz? What are you doing sitting out here?¡±

    Lizetta was whispering to her belly when she suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away.

    She looked up to see Hogan. He wasn¡¯t wearing his white coat, instead a dark grey long coat, giving

    him an air of schrly elegance,

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    his light gold sses catching the sunlight with a faint shimmer.

    It was the first time she had seen him since she heard about the White family¡¯s marriage proposal four

    years ago.

    She instantly masked the soft smile on her face, stood up, and instinctively stepped to one side of the

    bench.

    Hogan noticed her bodynguage, and the smile gradually faded.

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    Joseph¡¯s under the weather, so I brought him over

    Lizetta felt a bit out of her depth facing Hogan

    Seeing her on edge, Hogan didn¡¯t try to close the gap.

    ¡°I¡¯ve been trying to reach you these past few days to discuss Thaddeus transfer to another hospital, but

    your phone¡¯s been off the god

    Lizetta pursed her lips. ¡°Hogan, I¡¯m worried that Thaddeus won¡¯t be able to handle the flight or the

    vibes abroad, so I¡¯ve decided to keep

    him here¡±

    Hogan was taken aback. ¡°But we had a deal, right? The Lab was all set up to wee him.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head firmly. ¡°Don¡¯t sweat it, Hogan. I¡¯ve made up my mind, sorry¡±

    As she turned to leave, Hogan frowned slightly and called out with a hint of urgency in his voice.

    ¡°Liz, you in the know about something?¡±

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks. Since Hogan had brought it up, she wanted some answers too.

    She turned around, locking eyes with Hogan.

    *Are you talking about that car crash you had four years ago, the marriage proposal from Helen, or the

    fact that you¡¯ve been footing the bill for Astoria Medical Lab just for Thaddeus?¡±

    Her gaze was frosty.

    She wasn¡¯t bom yesterday, Hogan¡¯s motives were as clear as day.

    But Lizetta didn¡¯t feel honored¨Cjust baffled, offended, and uneasy.

    Hogan looked flustered and took a step forward.

    Instinctively, Lizetta stepped back. She didn¡¯t even know what to make of Hogan anymore.

    Was his whole stint as her brother¡¯s doc a calcted move?

    Hogan gave a bitter chuckle, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing as he spoke with resignation.

    *I¡¯ve yed out confessing to you in my head a million times, but it never looked like this. What a mess,

    sorry.

    He spread his hands, then straightened up.

    ¡°Maybe you think the first time we met was that mix¨Cup back when you were a freshman and I was a

    junior. But actually, that wasn¡¯t our first encounter.¡±

    Lizetta was stunned. She racked her brain but couldn¡¯t remember meeting him before that.

    Seeing her nk look, Hogan pulled out his phone, opened his WhatsApp, and erged his profile

    picture to show her.

    ¡°Look familiar?¡±

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    Lizetta took it, seeing a profile picture of a small orange cat, looking cozy and well¨Cbehaved in Hogan¡¯s

    large hand.

    It must be Hogan¡¯s pet, but she didn¡¯t get why he was asking her about familiarity. Did she and the cat

    have a history?

    Hogan would have been a sophomore when she was in middle school.

    She thought hard, then a memory shed.

    One year, she found a wounded orange kitten in the school woods and took it to the infirmary. The

    doctor wasn¡¯t there, but she bumped into a senior from the high school.

    The senior helped her stitch up the kitten and apply medication. She named the kitten CoCo and

    temporarily ced it in a cardboard box, feeding it regrly.

    Sometimes she¡¯d bump into the senior checking on the cat. She wanted to keep CoCo, but Hanna

    hated pets, so she couldn¡¯t.

    Then came a downpour, and worried about CoCo, she went to check with her umbre and saw the

    senior again.

    CoCo¡¯s cardboard home had copsed, and the kitten was a pitiful sight. She asked the senior to take

    CoCo in, and he agreed.

    ¡°This is CoCo?¡±

    ¡°You remember?¡± Hogan¡¯s lips curled slightly.

    Lizetta felt sheepish. She did remember the cat but only had a vague recollection of Hogan.

    ¡°That year you were a freshman, and I was learning to dance with Younne because I heard you wanted

    to study with her. I got there first. We were just students then, and I didn¡¯t want to disturb you, so I kept

    my feelings under wraps. I figured once you were in college, I¡¯d

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    definitely confess and pursue your properly. But then, I had that ident and lost feeling in my legs.

    Hogan was the big man on campus, with an Ivy League quaranten. Lize was finishing up freshman

    year when he graduated and want

    abroad.

    His ident overseas was kept hush¨Chush around school.

    Lizetta remembered how teachers and ssmates would often reminisce about the brilliant and

    exceptional student

    While everyone thought he was making waves overseas, he was actually enduring the pain of his

    disability. She felt a wave of emotion.

    ¡°You¡¯re strong Hogan. You got back on your feet.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s smile remained warm, as if he had weathered many storms and was now at peace.

    ¡°I was in despair, too, you know I even popped sleeping pills at my lowest. My mom found my diary

    after that scare.¡±

    Hogan locked eyes with Lizetta. ¡°She saw you as my hope for recovery and went to the Dashiell family

    to propose marriage. When I found out, I talked to her and promised to get my act together. She

    cleared things up with the Dashiell family, but by that time you had already¡­¡±

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    Hogan didn¡¯t spell it out, but Lizetta got the drift ¨C he was hinting at the scandal with Remington that

    had blown up in her face back

    then.

    Whenever that episode was brought up, Lizetta couldn¡¯t keep her coolpletely; a slight pallor crept

    over her face.

    ¡°Mom guessed you might¡¯ve done something foolish to dodge the matchmaking, and felt super guilty

    about it. I felt like crud too, never dared to reach out to you again.¡±

    Lizetta remembered getting the odd text from Hogan early on, but then they petered out. Friends going

    abroad and drifting apart was nothing new, so she never made a big deal out of it.

    ¡°Later on, I fixed up my legs and switched to medicine, came back from abroad just when Thaddeus hit

    a rough patch. I wanted to make amends for the past, so I became his doc. Seeing you again, I wanted

    to say sorry, but then I realized you seemed out of the loop about the matchmaking biz. Couldn¡¯t make

    heads or tails of it, so I dropped it and never revealed my cards these past two years.¡±

    Afterying it out, Hogan looked at Lizetta earnestly, eyes brimming with regret, ¡°Lizetta, I¡¯m really sorry

    for the crap I pulled back in the day and for keeping you in the dark. I¡¯m not expecting forgiveness, just

    hoping for a shot at making things right. The gig at the Lab is a real break for Thaddeus, and I want to

    help snap him out of it.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, and Hogan¡¯s face fell, but then she said, ¡°I¡¯ve forgiven you, Hogan, so no need

    for all this. As for Thaddeus, ! can¡¯t take you up on your offer, sorry.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t hold much of a grudge against Hogan; she probably knew what it was like to have a

    crush.

    Just like how she could only spill her guts to her diary in the dead of night and then stash it away.

    She felt a kindred spirit in Hogan, a bit more understanding and forgiving.

    The one who spiked the drink wasn¡¯t a White family insider; that night¡¯s mess didn¡¯t tie back to the

    Whites¡® matchmaking.

    Even if the Whites¡® proposal was a bit disrespectful, Hogan was clueless, and his dedication over the

    past year more than made up for

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    ¡°You really don¡¯t me me?¡± Hogan was all agog.

    Lizetta nodded with a smile, ¡°All¡¯s well that ends well, and you don¡¯t need to beat yourself up because,¡±

    She locked eyes with Hogan, unwavering, and added, ¡°that thing back then had nothing to do with the

    proposal; it was all me, totally willing.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s fingers clenched. He got the message ¨C Lizetta was brushing him off.

    She said she willingly hooked up with Remington, had nothing to do with him or the matchmaking.

    She was rejecting him again, crystal clear.

    Hogan managed a wry smile, ¡°Okay, got it. My mom¡¯s been meaning to apologize to you in person too.¡±

    He didn¡¯t finish because something suddenly sprang from the flower bed, startling Lizetta so much she

    nearly toppled over.

    Hogan was quick on his feet and steadied her. Lizetta was still shaken, ¡°Thanks.¡±

    Turned out to be a frisky stray cat climbing a tree.

    Lizetta looked up to find Hogan¡¯s gaze fixed on her belly, her hands instinctively crossed over it.

    ¡°Does Mr. Dashiell know you¡¯re pregnant?¡± Hogan blurted out.

    He¡¯d seen Lizetta touching her stomach and talking to herself, so he had his suspicions.

    Lizetta was taken aback, ¡°How did you find it?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve seen enough expectant mothers at the hospital to recognize that protective gesture. Just

    guessed.¡±

    Lizetta quickly grabbed Hogan¡¯s arm, ¡°He doesn¡¯t know, and you better keep it hush¨Chush.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s expression wasplex, ¡°But Liz, being a single mom is tough, especially abroad, all alone.

    Mr. Dashiell doesn¡¯t seem like the type to shirk responsibility. Maybe you two should hash it out.

    Running away overseas isn¡¯t the answer, and kids need their dads.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t expect him to be the one to give her advice. She shook her head and withdrew her hand.

    ¡°I¡¯ve made up my mind, Hogan. I need some space to myself.¡±

    ¡°Alright then.¡± Hogan backed off and left.

    Just as he reached the entrance to the ward, he bumped into Remington hurrying out.

    They stared at each other, and Remington headed his way.

    ¡®She¡¯s in the garden,¡± Hogan offered.

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    Remingtons cold gaze pinned him down, Spare me your high and mighty act, it¡¯s superfluous.

    As the man passed by, Hogan hesitated but still stepped in his way.

    Facing the joy Remington, he said, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Instead of getting jealous and cutting off your rivals,

    maybe pay a bit more attention to Liza well¨Cbeing, give her a sense of security.¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes narrowed, a blend of danger and frost, ¡°What are you getting at?¡±

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    Hogan¡¯s eyes were cool behind his sses

    ¡°Liz had no clue about the proposal early on, norter, but somehow she finds out right when you guys

    are about to sign the divorce papers and she and I are headed to Astoria. Mr. Dashiell, you gonna tell

    me that wasn¡¯t nned?¡±

    Of course Remington did it on purpose, he said coldly.

    That thing from four years ago, I haven¡¯t even settled the score with you, and you better stay away from

    her now!¡±

    The friendly look on Hogan¡¯s face had long vanished, ¡°The White family made a legit proposal, what¡¯s

    wrong with that? Four years ago, Liz wasn¡¯t your property¡±

    ¡°Ha, a legit proposal? Sounds nice! But you knew the deal with her situation in the Dashiell family,

    didn¡¯t you? Grandma already said no, then you went behind her back to my parents, how¡¯s that any

    different from forcing a marriage?¡±

    Only Grandma and he in the Dashiell family would look out for Lizetta. The Whites made their move

    while he was away in Zion City, got shot down by Grandma, and then went after his parents.

    Was it not obvious that Nathan and Hanna would push Lizetta out front when their interests were at

    stake?

    Hogan¡¯s handsome face turned pale as he averted his gaze from Remington¡¯s sharp, knife¨Clike stare.

    But Remington didn¡¯t let up, a mocking smile ying at the corner of his thin lips.

    ¡°Liz was under eighteen back then, you sent her abroad to take care of a disabled person and called it

    a proposal. The White family sure has guts. Mr. Hogan, you think because you¡¯re broken and ruined,

    other people¡¯s daughters are less than you and should be dragged down with you?¡±

    Hogan¡¯s fists clenched suddenly, he was well aware his mother had messed up with that move back in

    the day. If not for that, he wouldn¡¯t have been hiding his identity all these years.

    He felt guilty and feared Lizetta¡¯s resentment.

    Remington¡¯s eyes narrowed as he added coldly.

    ¡°But she¡¯s not just any girl, she¡¯s my Liz from the Dashiell family! She¡¯s mine, Remington¡¯s, and if the

    White family touched her, they¡¯d face the consequences!¡±

    Even if Hogan had been in perfect shape, it wouldn¡¯t mean the White family could just waltz in and take

    Remington¡¯s woman.

    Hogan also narrowed his eyes, picking up on something else in Remington¡¯s words.

    ¡°The hero behind the White family¡¯s withdrawal from the Veridia market seems to be you, Mr. Dashiell.¡±

    Three years ago, when the White family was breaking into the Veridia car market, it was a golden

    opportunity, and everything smoothly until they were suddenly met with obstacles.

    After a couple of slip¨Cups, they missed the prime time and had to pull out of the Veridia marketst

    year, losing a lot.

    Remington didn¡¯t deny it, and Hogan nodded, but then said.

    was

    going

    ¡°The White family has paid its dues, and I¡¯ve just received Liz¡¯s forgiveness. Liz is twenty¨Ctwo now, she

    has the right to choose who she wants to be with in the future. Mr. Dashiell, I hope you won¡¯t be too

    hypocritical, and when the timees, you¡¯ll choose to respect and let go.¡±

    With a slight nod, Hogan stepped aside and walked past Remington.

    His handsome face darkened as he kept calling her Liz, his brow furrowing slightly.

    What did Hogan mean by asking him to check on Lizetta¡¯s health just now?

    Damn it, he got sidetracked and didn¡¯t get a clear answer.

    Remington walked off towards the garden to look for her.

    There, Lizetta had separated from Hogan and was wandering around the garden to clear her head.

    She reached aer and suddenly heard a familiar female voiceing from behind a nearby flower

    wall.

    ¡®Let go! Stop it, what if someone sees Us?¡±

    ¡°Does it feel bad? If someone sees us, so be it. I¡¯ll just go to your house to propose and then I can have

    my way with you every day, you won¡¯t be able to get out of bed because you¡¯re so spoiled, wouldn¡¯t

    that be great?¡±

    *Cut it out! Get lost, I have to go for a prenatal check¨Cup. Get your hand out of there! Mmm, mmm, oh,

    be gentle.¡±

    Lizetta was shocked.

    She couldn¡¯t be mistaken, that was Evelina¡¯s voice.

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    But Lizetta couldn¡¯t for the life of her remember who it was.

    Whoever it was, though, Evelina was preggers and here hooking up with some dude?

    Was she really cheating on Remington? And clearly, this guy knew Evelina was expecting.

    Weren¡¯t Evelina at risk of losing the baby just a while back? How could she still be getting her kicks like

    this?

    Lizetta whipped out her phone, muted it, and cautiously squatted down to sneak towards the flower

    wall.

    ¡°Ugh. this is so annoying, a little smooching and petting is fine, but you wanna go all the way? Dude,

    I¡¯m pregnant, you beast!¡±

    ¡°Pregnancy makes it more sensitive, look at you, you¡¯re practically wet. Bet Remington hasn¡¯tid a

    finger on you, huh?¡±

    ¡°Shut your mouth!¡±

    Evelina¡¯s light panting and sounds of resistance started to make Lizetta¡¯s scalp tingle.

    The pair behind the flower wall were evidently not done, still tangled up in the heat of the moment.

    ¡°Why can¡¯t I mention him? The kid in your belly isn¡¯t Remington¡¯s seed, are you actually daydreaming

    he¡¯s gonna marry you? Dream on, even if you did push me out, you¡¯re never gonna be Mrs. Dashiell.

    You¡¯d be better off with me¨CI love you more than he does.¡±

    In a sh, Lizetta¡¯s grip on her phone tightened, her heart rocked by the revtion.

    Turns out, Evelina¡¯s baby really wasn¡¯t Remington¡¯s!

    But why did Remington still care so much about Evelina¡¯s kid?

    Could there be some misunderstanding? Maybe Evelina had deceived Remington into thinking the kid

    was his?

    Considering Evelina¡¯s scheming nature, spitting out lies like they were nothing, Lizetta thought it was

    entirely possible.

    But that didn¡¯t quite add up either; Remington wasn¡¯t the type to be easily fooled.

    Plus, Remington had mentioned something simr to Hanna before, about the kid not being his.

    Lizetta¡¯s mind was a tangled mess, no clue where to start.

    But then Evelina¡¯s mocking voice rose again.

    ¡°Go with you? Can you pump billions into the Hawthorne family to help us out of a tight spot? You really

    wouldn¡¯t mind my child being born? Even if you didn¡¯t mind, your family would, and besides, if the

    Hawthorne family goes bust, what am I? Just a mistress then, right? I don¡¯t believe in the ¡®love¡® you

    men talk about¨CI only trust what I can get my hands on.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re brutally honest, but that¡¯s what I like about you. Let¡¯s just seize the moment and enjoy, babe,

    don¡¯t move, let me just rub against you.¡±

    Lizetta was about to hurl, she felt it was about time to retract her probing hand, when suddenly a kid

    popped out from the bushes beside her, staring at her wide¨Ceyed.

    Lizetta quickly put a finger to her lips, shushing the kid.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    The kid grinned and nodded like crazy. Lizetta just breathed a sigh of relief when the kid suddenly

    yelled out.

    ¡°Granny, I wanna y hide and seek with this pretty woman!¡±

    Lizetta was speechless.

    ¡°Who¡¯s there? Come out!¡±

    The two behind the flower wall were obviously startled. Lizetta, scared witless, quickly pulled back her

    hand and scrambled up to beat a hasty retreat, phone in hand.

    The sound of rushing footsteps signaled the man had spotted her and was giving chase around the

    flower wall.

    Lizetta panicked, not daring to look back, just keeping her head down and speeding up.

    Until she smacked right into a wall of flesh.

    Her instinct was to tum and run, but the person caught her waist in a vice grip.

    The path was all twists and turns, and Lizetta figured she¡¯d been outnked.

    Her face drained of color, she opened her mouth to scream for help, but the person seemed to

    anticipate her reaction and mped a

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    Without hesitation, Lizetta bit down hard.

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    ¡°Yeesh, ease up, it¡¯s me.¡± A deep, familiar male voice came from above.

    Lizetto only then realized, btedly, that the embrace holding her was just as familiar.

    The scent of cold pine from the man brought a sense offort to her nose

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    she had been too wound up just before to notice.

    She felt all the tension drain out of her, loosening her bite and leaning into Remington¡¯s arms.

    Remington shook his hand that got bitten, his eyes and brows exuding a helpless vibe..

    ¡°Jeez, got a taste for it, have you?¡±

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    His chin hadn¡¯t even healed yet, and now his palm sported a new set of teeth marks the kicker was that

    Lizetta had bitten the same hand he¡¯d previously injured with a credit card.

    The wound that had just closed was now reopened by her bite, a palm full of blood blooming.

    Lizetta grabbed Remington¡¯s hand in shock, eximing, ¡°I didn¡¯t bite that hard, how can it be bleeding

    so much?¡±

    Seeing droplets of blood hitting the ground, Lizetta grabbed Remington¡¯s wrist, ¡°Hurry up, let¡¯s get this

    disinfected and bandaged.¡±

    This kind of injury didn¡¯t need a nurse¡¯s attention; Lizetta had bought iodine and gauze and was tending

    to Remington¡¯s wound in the ss corridor between the outpatient building and the inpatient ward.

    As she applied iodine to his palm, she noticed that the cut wasn¡¯t from her bite at all.

    ¡°How¡¯d you get this?¡±

    ¡°You care about me now?¡± Remington quirked a lip, not answering her question but deflecting with one

    of his own.

    ¡°What was that all about just now?¡±

    Lizetta looked up with aplex expression, ncing at Remington.

    He felt her gazending somewhere odd, as if she was looking at his hair.

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    He reached up to touch the top of his head, ¡°Something stuck there?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°Just checking if your girlfriend is cheating on you.¡±

    Remington chuckled and pinched Lizetta¡¯s chin, his eyes darkening slightly.

    ¡°What do you mean by that?¡±

    Lizetta pped away his hand, ¡°Go ask your darling Ms. Hawthorne.¡±

    Remington¡¯s brows furrowed, and Lizetta pulled out her phone, ¡°I caught something on tape, I¡¯ll show

    you, but don¡¯t go flying off the handle, okay?¡±

    Remington let out a scoffingugh, ¡°Maybe you should fetch me some heart pills first?¡±

    Lizetta rolled her eyes and handed over the recording.

    As soon as she hit y, the camera was shaky, with no clear view of people, but there were two distinct

    panting sounds.

    Remington looked at Lizetta with an amused, teasing expression, ¡°You showing me a sex scene?¡±

    Lizetta awkwardly scuffed her foot on the ground, ncing around to make sure no one was nearby.

    She quickly turned down the volume on her phone, annoyed, ¡°Just watch properly!¡±

    Then Evelina¡¯s voice came through, and the camera found its focus, bringing the scene into view.

    Lizetta had reached out awkwardly to record the video and hadn¡¯t seen clearly who the male lead was.

    She hadn¡¯t had the chance to watch the video yet.

    Curious, she leaned in to watch together, but before she could see the screen clearly, Remington

    pulled her into his embrace and covered her eyes.

    ¡°What the heck!¡±

    Lizetta tried to pry his hands away, but he held tight, leaning close to her ear with a stern and

    displeased voice.

    ¡°Liz, who taught you to go filming people¡¯s sex scenes? Did you see anything?¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice had a note of irritation and interrogation, and Lizetta was a bit dizzy from it all.

    What was he on about?

    Shouldn¡¯t he be furious with Evelina right now?

    10:06

    Why wasn¡¯t he ming Evelina for deceiving him, but instead grilling her?

    Could it be that even now, he still favored Evelina?

    Lizetta¡¯s voice grew sharp, ¡°You need to watch and listen carefully, okay? Remi, the child in Evelina¡¯s

    belly isn¡¯t yours at all, she¡¯s been

    hiding her lover behind your back, she¡¯s deceived you, all just so you would invest in the Hawthorne

    family!¡±

    Remington nced at the phone with its jostling image of disheveled men and women, too explicit for

    comfort

    He barely nced at it, not even waiting for the video to finish before he tumed it off.

    A few tapster, he forwarded the video to himself, erased the traces, and deleted the original.

    He released the hand that had been covering Lizetta¡¯s eyes.

    Tm not blind or deaf,¡± he said, handing the phone back to Lizetta.

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    Lizetta grabbed it and was about to hunker down to rey the video because Remington¡¯s reaction

    was off. She felt like he hadn¡¯t really paid attention.

    She wanted him to take another look, but realized that the video had vanished from her album.

    Gone just like that, it had to be Remington who deleted it.

    Lizetta, not ready to throw in the towel, checked the cloud storage only to find it wiped clean there too.

    She stared at Remington in disbelief, ¡°What¡¯s your deal?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve said it before, the kid¡¯s not mine. Did you really think you could con me into pouring billions into

    the Hawthorne family?¡± Remington said with an emotionless face, clearly unphased by the video.

    Lizetta gaped at him, baffled, ¡°So, you knew the kid wasn¡¯t yours, but you still let Evelina sweet¨Ctalk

    you into willingly investing in the Hawthorne family?¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°There are some reasons, I¡¯ll fill you inter.¡±

    A twinge of pain prickled through Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    What kind of reasons could a man have to help a woman like this?

    They were talking billions here, not chump change, and Remington¡¯s top dog in the business world.

    Even if it¡¯s not out of love, there¡¯s gotta be sympathy or a soft spot.

    Besides, this whole time, Hanna¡¯s been under the impression that Evelina¡¯s kid is Remington¡¯s, and he

    hasn¡¯t bothered to set the record straight.

    He¡¯s been all too happy to y dad from the get¨Cgo, even knowing the kid isn¡¯t his, and even knowing

    Evelina¡¯s got a side guy, he¡¯s still game to tolerate her.

    With him being all selfless for Evelina, why should Lizetta work herself into a frenzy for him?

    What a joke.

    Lizetta forced augh.

    She suddenly shoved Remington away and stood up, ¡°If you knew all along, then I guess I¡¯m just

    beating a dead horse here. We¡¯re divorced, I¡¯m outta here. You never cared to exin to your wife

    before, so save your breath, I don¡¯t want to hear it now, I¡¯m not interested!¡±

    With that, Lizetta turned to leave.

    Remington frowned, grabbing her wrist, ¡°Joseph¡¯s treatment should be ending soon, where are you off

    to?¡±

    Lizetta jerked her hand away, ¡°I¡¯m not going there, to avoid an unpleasant run¨Cin with your mother.¡±

    She was worried about Joseph, but staying wasn¡¯t helping.

    With Nathan and the gang there, she couldn¡¯t even get close to the bedside, why bother asking for

    trouble?

    Lizetta turned and quickly walked away. Remington watched her cold departure and considered

    following, but his phone rang.

    It was Nathan, probably an update about Joseph.

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    Reluctantly, Remington turned and walked briskly in the opposite direction.

    On the way back, Lizetta felt like she had a rock sitting in her chest.

    She pulled out her phone, opened the ticketing app, and stared at the flight she had booked earlier.

    Thinking she¡¯d soon leave all this mess behind felt liberating.

    Abroad, she had her beloved dance and her sweet baby.

    Leaving without running into any more troublemakers, Lizetta¡¯s mood slowly brightened.

    But, as fate would have it, before she made it home, Fiona¡¯s call came through.

    ¡°Liz, get back to the hospital, now.¡±

    ¡°Grandma? What¡¯s wrong?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t ask, Tina will meet you at the hospital entrance. Hurry.¡±

    Fiona hung up before Lizetta could respond. Worried about Joseph, she urgently told the driver to turn

    back.

    Once she arrived, Tina was indeed waiting.

    10:06

    Lizetta rushed over ¡°Tina, what¡¯s going on?¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, juste with me, Tina said, leading the way briskly.

    Lizetta followed, her mind racing with worry about Joseph¡¯s condition.

    But she quickly sensed something was off as Tina led her to the maternity ward.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Fiona had found out about her pregnancy?

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    Lizetta¡¯s feet started dragging almost without her realizing it, her nerves all jangled up.

    Tina, not hearing Lizetta¡¯s footsteps anymore, turned around to see her dilly¨Cdallying and doubled back

    to fetch her

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, chop chop, don¡¯t keep Fiona and the docs on pins and needles.¡±

    But Lizetta was rooted to the spot. ¡°Tina, what¡¯s the lowdown? Isn¡¯t Joseph in the pediatric ward? Or Is

    Fiona feeling under the weather? Then why the heck are we hitting up the maternity ward?¡±

    Seeing she wasn¡¯t budging, Tina had no choice but to spill the beans.

    ¡°It¡¯s not about Joseph; he¡¯s all settled in the pediatric ward. Let mey it on you straight. A few days

    back, when you were yapping with Ms. Shirley at the old house, I eavesdropped, and Fiona got wind of

    Ms. Hawthorne¡¯s bun in the oven that very day and sent me to confirm. Fiona was spitting chips when

    she found out Mr. Remington was still with Ms. Hawthorne for her prenatal checkups. She was all set to

    have it out with Evelina, and today, whileing to see Joseph, she bumped right into Ms. Hawthorne.

    Ms. Hawthorne, with her belly sticking out, was sucking up to her, acting like she¡¯s gonna be the cat¡¯s

    meow because of her kid. Fiona wasn¡¯t about to let her witchcraft slide. They¡¯ve already hauled Ms.

    Hawthorne off to the OR.¡±

    Lizetta was gobsmacked; she couldn¡¯t fathom what Evelina was thinking.

    After getting papped in the garden, instead of skedaddling out of guilt, she was sticking her face where

    it didn¡¯t belong.

    But since it wasn¡¯t her own pregnancy getting busted, Lizetta loosened up a notch.

    She and Tina reached the OR doors and sure as day, there was Fiona, and Evelina being restrained by

    a couple of servants.

    ¡°Fiona, I¡¯m like a granddaughter you watched over, I respect and adore you, why are you being so

    hard¨Chearted! My baby¡¯s a Dashiell through and through, for Pete¡¯s sake. You can¡¯t just make the doc

    take it away, the baby¡¯s innocent, it would call you great¨Cgrandma.¡±

    Evelina was clutching her belly, a picture of pleading that could soften the hardest of hearts.

    But Fiona was having none of it, her face like thunder, ¡°Save your breath, I¡¯m not buying what you¡¯re

    selling!¡±

    Lizetta quickly stepped in, taking Fiona¡¯s arm.

    ¡°Granny.¡±

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re here. I had no idea you were dealing with such a raw deal. Today¡¯s the day I tell some folks

    with twisted intentions not to get any funny ideas about climbing the socialdder through their kids.

    The Dashiell family has never had a scandal with illegitimate children! Even if I dote on my great¨C

    grandkids, they¡¯d bettere from my own flesh and blood, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry iming

    to be a Dashiell!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s words were emphatic, gripping Lizetta¡¯s hand, her palm warm and reassuring.

    Lizetta¡¯s nose tingled, and her eyes brimmed with tears in an instant.

    Fiona was tough as nails in her youth, not giving an inch to any man, but she was always kind¨Chearted

    and generous behind closed doors.

    And now, for her sake, she was pushing for Evelina to have an abortion.

    It was against everything Fiona stood for, and it was all for her.

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    Lizetta was touched by Fiona¡¯s unwavering support, treating her like her own granddaughter and not

    letting anyone push her around.

    But she also felt guilty for causing such heartache during what should have been peaceful twilight

    years.

    If they went through with forcing Evelina¡¯s abortion today, it would tarnish Fiona¡¯s reputation.

    Besides, despite loathing Evelina, as a mother herself, Lizetta couldn¡¯t bear the thought of being part of

    terminating another¡¯s pregnancy.

    ¡°Granny, please calm down, I know you¡¯re doing all this for me.¡±

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    ¡°Don¡¯t try to talk me down, I know you¡¯ve got a soft heart and you¡¯re a good, generous soul, but some

    things can¡¯t be tolerated! I brought you here toy down thew, so no more riff¨Craff thinks they can get

    ahead by having a kid. I didn¡¯t bring you to change my mind. Just stand there and let me handle it.¡±

    Lizetta had barely started speaking when Fiona cut her off.

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    Evelina, overhearing all this, was twisted with jealousy.

    twiste

    A look of bitter resentment shed across her face.

    Fiona, out of old affection, had taken in Lizetta!

    ¡°Fiona, you and my granny were closer than sisters. I was switched at birth by some cruel twist of fate

    and never got to enjoy my

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    She was already iming the kid was Remington¡¯s and still they wanna drag her to the OR? Crazy old

    woman!

    ¡°Don¡¯t even start about your granny. She¡¯s the epitome of integrity, pure as snow. If she knew her own

    granddaughter was out wrecking homes as a homewrecker, she¡¯d break your legs herself! Since you

    say I¡¯m like a granny to you, let me school you the way she would!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s face was stem, but her eyes betrayed a hint of pity. Pity for her old ga! pal, but clearly, it was

    Lizetta who took after thedies in temperament and character, while Evelina had her head screwed on

    wrong.

    Seeing Fiona¡¯s heart was as hard as iron, not giving an inch of mercy, Evelina was boiling with hate

    and suddenly turned her guns on

    Lizetta.

    Through her tears, she pleaded, ¡°Liz! I know you hate me, but my kid with Remington is innocent! He¡¯s

    got Dashiell blood, and getting rid of him will jinx Fiona¡¯s luck and life. Please, beg her for mercy for

    me!¡±

    Evelina was making a scene, hoping to draw a crowd.

    But Fiona had already had the ce on lockdown.

    If Lizetta hadn¡¯t caught Evelina red¨Chanded in the garden, hooking up with some dude, she might¡¯ve

    actually fallen for her sob story.

    Right now, if Evelina just fessed up that the kid wasn¡¯t Remington¡¯s, Fiona would let her off the hook.

    But nope, she just had to y dirty, wanting to drag her down too.

    So why should Lizetta stick her nose in, especially after Evelina¡¯s crack about jinxing Fiona, which

    really got her goat.

    Lizetta marched over and pped Evelina right across her tear¨Cstained face.

    ¡°Evelina, if you don¡¯t wanna be wheeled into the OR now, spill the beans, or no one¡¯s gonna save you!¡±

    Evelina clutched her face, her expression clouding over instantly.

    ¡°That¡¯s it, take her to the OR, and get the surgery done now!¡±

    Fiona was out of patience and ordered in a deep voice.

    The servants started dragging Evelina towards the OR, and she freaked out, screaming at the top of

    her lungs.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want this, I won¡¯t go! You have no right, let go of me! This is assault, I¡¯m calling the cops!¡±

    Fiona added sternly, ¡°If the kid is Remington¡¯s, then as the grandma, I have the right to decide, unless

    the kid isn¡¯t his at all!¡±

    Fiona still had faith in her grandson, thinking Evelina was full of lies.

    She couldn¡¯t believe that even now Evelina wouldn¡¯t tell the truth, but suddenly Evelina broke free from

    the servants and threw herself at Fiona¡¯s feet, clinging to her legs and wailing.

    ¡°Fiona, this is Remington¡¯s child, your great¨Cgrandchild! Just feel, he¡¯s about to kick any day now.

    Please, give him a chance to live!¡±

    Fiona frowned, seeing her so weepy yet so stubborn, and doubt started creeping into her heart.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.

    Could it be that Remington actually messed up?

    This would be a disaster; she¡¯d even called Liz over for a double whammy of hurt.

    While Fiona was getting a headache, Evelina crawled a few steps and clung to Lizetta, begging.

    ¡°Liz, I messed up. I know you can¡¯t stand me, that when I was brought back home by our parents, they

    had to send you off to your birth parents with tears, from heiress of the Hawthorne family to a regr

    family. You resented me, alwayspeting with me, snagging my marriage prospects, I get it. But this

    has nothing to do with my baby. Spare him, and I swear, once he¡¯s born, I¡¯ll raise him myself. I won¡¯t

    use him to snatch anything from you, I swear!¡±

    Lizetta felt Evelina suddenly hugging her, right at her waist.

    It sent chills down her spine, like being wrapped by a venomous snake. Instinctively wanting to protect

    her own unborn child, she pushed Evelina away, seething.

    ¡°Get off me! Back off, the kid in your belly is clearly not¡­¡±

    ¡°Ah!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s angry retort was cut off by Evelina¡¯s piercing scream as she was pushed away, mming hard

    into the corner of the wall, blood gushing from her head.

    ¡°Lizetta, what the hell are you doing!¡±

    A man¡¯s stern voice suddenly rang out from not too far behind Lizetta.

    She turned to see Remington, his whole presence icy as he strode forward.

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    Lizetta stiffly bowed her head and nced at Evelina, letting out a snicker.

    She wasughing at her own stupidity, for actually being scared that Fiona would really go through with

    terminating Evelina¡¯s pregnancy. She found it hrious that Evelina wasn¡¯t spilling the beans even now,

    and she was getting a kick out of watching her squirm.

    Little did she know, the biggest joke was probably on her.

    Evelina must¡¯ve tip

    rescue.

    off Remington ages ago and was just stalling for time, waiting for her knight in shining armor toe to

    the

    Every time Evelina gets a scratch and sheds a couple of tears, Remington is always there to shield her.

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    ¡°Remi, save me, save our baby. I¡¯m not fighting with Liz over anything, why do you have to harm my

    baby, what has he done wrong, it hurts so much.¡±

    Evelina, not caring about the wound on her face, clutched her belly, attempting to stand up but

    copsed back, curling into a ball.

    Remington¡¯s expression changed ever so slightly as he stepped forward and scooped Evelina into his

    arms, not giving a hoot about the awkward spot he was putting Lizetta in.

    Fiona was fuming, her chest heaving as she mmed her walking stick on the ground twice, scolding

    furiously.

    ¡°Put her down! You no¨Cgood scoundrel, believe me, I¡¯ll give you a thrashing too!¡±

    Fiona was livid, raising her cane to strike.

    ¡°Ah! Remington, watch out!¡±

    Evelina cried out, raising her hand to shield Remington¡¯s head, but he turned just in time, taking the hit

    on his back.

    The two of them looked for all the world like a pair of star¨Ccrossed lovers, each feeling the other¡¯s pain.

    Fiona¡¯s blood pressure was through the roof, gritting her teeth, ready to give them a piece of her mind.

    Remington turned around, took a step forward, ¡°Grandma, if you want to take me to task, let me get her

    to the infirmary first, then you can let off steam however you like.¡±

    Fiona didn¡¯t expect him to turn and close in suddenly, her cane nearly whacking Remington on the

    head.

    She loved her grandson after all and didn¡¯t want to kill him, so she stopped mid¨Cswing, shouting

    angrily.

    ¡°You still want to take her to the infirmary? I think you¡¯re trying to send me to the infirmary!¡±

    Lizetta, seeing Fiona genuinely enraged and worried for her, was about to step in and mediate when

    Remington¡¯s gazended on her.

    Remington furrowed his brows and spoke sternly, ¡°Did you bring Grandma here? She¡¯s getting on in

    years, shouldn¡¯t be overexerting herself, help her back first.¡±

    His face was stern, his tone not harsh, but clearly reproachful.

    Lizetta locked eyes with him, her breath catching in her throat.

    Remington actually thought she had tattled to Fiona, and that¡¯s why she hade to the hospital to

    deal with Evelina.

    In his eyes, she was just a cold¨Chearted, narrow¨Cminded executioner, hell¨Cbent on killing Evelina¡¯s

    innocent child.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to exin, nor did she find it worth exining.

    Whatever Remington thought, she couldn¡¯t care less.

    But Remington¡¯s attitude just managed to fan the mes of Fiona¡¯s fury, and she swung her walking

    stick viciously at Remington¡¯s legs,

    not once but twice.

    ¡°You worthless thug, your wife is Liz, not that,vixen in your arms, stirring trouble non¨Cstop, full of

    schemes! unting your affair right in front of your wife, and you have the nerve to me her! You

    think Liz is like her, harboring vicious thoughts? It¡¯s me who wants to clean house, what¡¯s it got to do

    with Liz? If you¡¯ve got a problem, take it up with me!¡±

    Evelina, belittled to nothing by Fiona, pressed herself closer into Remington¡¯s embrace, crying softly.

    ¡°Fiona, hit me, please, don¡¯t scold Remi,/he¡¯s just very responsible.¡±

    ¡°Shut up!¡± Remington frowned and cut Evelina off, his eyes holding a warning.

    Evelina paled, her face a picture of misery as she lowered her head.

    Lizetta watched the scene unfold, but far from feeling pleased, there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

    Clearly, Evelina¡¯s little me¨Cfanning act was in as day to Remington.

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    But Remington was still willing to hold Evelina and protect her.

    Lizetta grabbed Fiona, pleading, ¡°Granny, I know you love me to bits and want the best for me, but

    Remi and I have already signed the divorce papers, it¡¯s really over. Granny, please just go with them,

    let¡¯s head back, okay? I¡¯m begging you.¡±

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    Her expression was calm, even sporting a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

    She looked as coo! as a cucumber, as if she had totally moved on, not giving two hoots about what

    Remington and Evelina would do

    next.

    Definitely not looking like a wife betrayed by her husband, totally unfazed.

    It was Remington who had asked Lizetta to get Fiona to leave, but he was worried about Fiona¡¯s

    health.

    He also knew that at this moment, only Lizetta could get through to her.

    He didn¡¯t expect Lizetta to persuade Fiona like this, now watching Lizetta talk so nonchntly about

    divorcing him and ending things, not caring what happens between him and Evelina.

    Remington¡¯s face turned sour in a sh, his grip unconsciously tightening.

    Evelina felt like her kneecaps were about to be crushed by Remington, she gritted her teeth and

    endured the pain, looking up at Remington.

    Seeing the man¡¯s clenched jaw and his attempt to appearposed, Evelina was green with envy.

    Just now, when she was lying on the ground with a bloodied face, Remington hade over to hold

    her without so much as a frown.

    Could Lizetta¡¯s few words really have such a big impact on him?

    Where did she fall shortpared to Lizetta, that Remington and Fiona couldn¡¯t care less about her?

    Talk about being blind!

    ¡°Already signed the divorce?¡± Fiona, however, was taken aback by Lizetta¡¯s words, visibly shocked.

    She had seen how deep the kids¡® affection for each other was.

    She thought their talk of divorce was just a squabble that they would get over, never expecting them to

    actually go through with it.

    But she truly hadn¡¯t anticipated that they had already signed the divorce papers, that it was really

    happening!

    ¡°Yes, Granny,¡± Lizetta confirmed with a nod.

    Fiona felt like the wind had been knocked out of her sails, suddenly feeling drained.

    Just then, a few more people came out of the elevator, hurrying over.

    It was Nathan and Hanna, a married couple, followed by another pair.

    A refined middle¨Caged man was pushing a wheelchair, his wife, clearly having some vision issues, in

    this setting still wore sunsses and was seated in the wheelchair.

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    These two were Remington¡¯s godparents, who had just been in Joseph¡¯s hospital room and rushed

    over after hearing the news.

    Hanna, with hurried steps, came over and anxiously started checking Evelina¡¯s injuries, asking,

    ¡°Evelina, the baby, hasn¡¯t it¡­?¡±

    Evelina pursed her lips, choking back tears, and shook her head, ¡°Luckily Remi got here in time, and I

    managed to protect my baby, the baby¡¯s still here.¡±

    ¡°Thank God, that¡¯s such a relief!¡±

    Hanna sped her hands together, clearly relieved, caring about Evelina¡¯s well¨Cbeing without sparing a

    thought for Lizetta.

    Nathan frowned, his face stern as he spoke to Remington.

    ¡°What¡¯s with all thismotion, hurry up and take her away. Stop upsetting your grandmother, if she

    gets sick over your screw¨Cups, I¡¯ll beat you senseless!¡±

    While he was chiding Remington, he was actually also looking out for Evelina, urging Remington to

    take her away.

    Even Remington¡¯s godparents stepped forward to persuade Fiona.

    ¡°Madam, grandchildren have their own luck, Remington isn¡¯t a kid without a n, let the kids sort out

    their own issues.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, your health is the most important thing, Madam. It¡¯s not worth getting so worked up. Oh, and

    Joseph just woke up and was asking for you. Let¡¯s go see Joseph together.¡±

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    10:19

    The situation turning into such a mess, Flona never saw iting and was totally drained.

    Watching Nathan and Hanna obviously taking sides, Fiona felt defeated and h

    helpless.

    With outsiders around, chiming in with their two cents, Fiona couldn¡¯t well carry on with her anger, and

    her fury slowly faded.

    Remington, what are you waiting for? Take Evelina to the sickbay, stat! Get a doctor to check her out

    pronto, before things really hit the

    fan.¡±

    Hanna urged, especially worried as Evelina seemed too weak to even open her eyes.

    After all, the bun in Evelina¡¯s oven was herst hope for her sickly son.

    Nathan added in a stem voice, ¡°Quit making a spectacle of yourself here, get her out of here quick.¡±

    Just as Remington was about to make a move, Fiona suddenly piped up, ¡°Wait!¡±

    Everyone turned to Fiona, but she looked away, focusing on Lizetta, who had been edged out of the

    picture.

    She pulled Lizetta back by her side, and then tumed to address Evelina in Remington¡¯s arms.

    ¡°I may be getting on in years, and maybe nobody listens to me anymore, but I haven¡¯t lost my marbles

    yet. I won¡¯t let some murky lineage muddle into the Dashiell family! Ms. Hawthorne, since you insist the

    child is Remington¡¯s, let¡¯s have an amnio and do a paternity test.¡±

    Fiona wasn¡¯t pushing for an abortion anymore, but she was set on Evelina getting an amniocentesis.

    Evelina¡¯s face flickered with panic, which quickly gave way to a hurt, stuttering protest.

    ¡°Fiona, what kind of person do you think I am, why must you humiliate me like this?¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected Fiona to suddenly bring up a paternity test.

    The child wasn¡¯t Remington¡¯s to begin with, so of course, Evelina dared not go through with it.

    A paternity test was something Nathan and Hanna wouldn¡¯t obstruct; they¡¯d probably be thrilled.

    You¡¯ve got to hand it to her; experience doese with age.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but steal a nce at Fiona, as Fiona gave her aforting pat on the hand.

    Then, Fiona¡¯s face fell again, and she looked at Evelina with a scowl of disgust.

    ¡°All this crying and wailing, such bad vibes! Weren¡¯t you adamant the kid is Remington¡¯s? Why the cold

    feet now?¡±

    Hanna too wanted Evelina to take the test to confirm the child was really Remington¡¯s.

    She was thinking of asking the doctor if the amnio could also check for a match with Joseph.

    At her words, she immediately said to Evelina, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Eve, amniocentesis is a piece of cake,

    we¡¯ll get you the best doc. Once the paternity is confirmed, nobody can touch that kid.¡±

    Nathan also spoke up with authority, ¡°In that case, let¡¯s roll her into the OR.¡±

    How could Evelina possibly go for an amniocentesis?

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    She clutched at Remington¡¯s sleeve, sobbing, ¡°Remi, I can¡¯t, I¡¯m scared it¡¯ll hurt, my belly hurts so

    much right now! I¡¯m dizzy and nauseous, I nearly miscarried a few days ago, what if I miscarry on the

    spot if we do this? I¡¯m terrified.¡±

    Hearing her talk about a near miscarriage made Hanna hesitate, looking to Fiona for guidance.

    ¡°Mom, maybe we should just wait?¡±

    But Fiona wasn¡¯t so easily fooled, interrupting Hanna firmly.

    ¡°Whether or not she miscarries is for the doctor to decide. If she¡¯s really not up for the procedure, the

    doctor will call it off! Dr. Lynn, you

    handle this.¡±

    Dr. Lynn, an authority in obstetrics, stepped forward at the mention of her name.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, ma¡¯am, I¡¯ll ensure Ms. Hawthorne¡¯s safety.¡±

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    At this point, Evelina¡¯s worry was futile, tears streaming as she looked to Remington.

    Lizetta also watched Remington, not without a hint of schadenfreude.

    Now that it hade to this, she wanted to see how Remington would continue to coddle and protect

    Evelina.

    ¡°Remington, you should just hand Ms. Hawthorne over to the doctor, don¡¯t make your grandma angry

    again.¡±

    Barbara, Remington¡¯s godmother, also chimed in with advice.

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    Remington turned to Barbara, and even though she was blind and couldn¡¯t see, he nodded gently and

    said, ¡°Alright¡± Remington then ced Evelina on a gumey and signaled the nurse toe forward and

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    Evelina snatched Remington¡¯s arm, and he nced down at her, reassuring her.

    ¡°It¡¯s gonna be alright, the doc¡¯s got you and the kiddo covered.¡±

    Evelina looked at Remington, something seemed to click, and she nodded in agreement. ¡°I believe in

    you, Remi. I¡¯ll do what you said.¡±

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    Just like that, she obedientlyid herself down on the gurney, and the docs and nurses wheeled her

    away.

    Passing by Lizetia, Evelina tilted her head slightly to catch her eye.

    Meering Lizetta¡¯s look of utter shock, Ev¨¦lina¡¯s lips curved into a sly smile.

    Her eyes were filled with a mix of taunting and mockery.

    Lizetta clenched her fingertips and looked away.

    With Remington around, faking a paternity test was peanuts, right?

    Remington was totally head over heels about ying daddy to Evelina¡¯s baby.

    How could Evelina not be smug about it?

    ¡°Barbara, check it out, Remington still hangs on your every word!¡± Hanna and Barbara were chatting

    nearby.

    Barbara chuckled, ¡°Jealous of me? Come on, it¡¯s not my fault I¡¯m just the godmother and you¡¯re the

    real deal. Kids gotta rebel against their parents no matter how old they are.¡±

    Her health was always a bit shaky, and she broke into a serious coughing fit before she could finish.

    Nathan turned to Martin in concern, ¡°Sorry for dragging you and Barbara into this mess, especially with

    her not being well.¡±

    He instructed Remington, ¡°Take Barbara back to her room first.¡±

    Martin waved his hands dismissively at Remington.

    ¡°No need, Remington, you go take your grandma back first. Mrs. Fiona, Barbara and I wille over

    and see you next time.¡± He then apologized to Fiona.

    it was only then that Fiona noticed Barbara was still wearing her hospital gown under her heavy coat,

    obviously an inpatient herself.

    Fiona had caused quite amotion and felt bad about it, hurrying everyone along.

    ¡°Alright, enough with the formalities, let¡¯s get Barbara back to her room.¡±

    Mr. and Mrs. West took their leave, and Hanna stepped forward to help Fiona.

    ¡°Mom, there¡¯s no telling when Evelina will be out, and the DNA test is gonna take a while. I¡¯ll take you

    back.¡±

    But Fiona brushed her hand away and instead clung tightly to Lizetta¡¯s hand, dismissively saying,

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    ¡°Off you go, do whatever you need to do, you¡¯re just making me angry! Liz can stay with me.¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face stiffened slightly. Lizetta was no longer Remington¡¯s wife, no longer Fiona¡¯s

    granddaughter¨Cinw.

    Yet Fiona still favored her, clearly unable to see who was closer to her heart.

    Without a change in expression, Hanna shot a sharp nce at Lizetta and instructed,

    ¡°Then you take good care of Fiona, Lizetta!¡±

    Lizetta just nodded quietly at her.

    She knew she was a thorn in Hanna¡¯s side, and she knew why Hanna disliked her so much.

    Hanna¡¯s family had fallen on hard times, her bond with Nathan was just so¨Cso, and she didn¡¯t have

    much of a career of her own.

    The only reason she could hold her head up high in the socialite circle was because of her capable

    son, Remington.

    But Remington wasn¡¯t raised by her, he wasn¡¯t close to her, and he wouldn¡¯t lift a finger for her family.

    Compared to Hanna, Lizetta came from even more humble beginnings, with an even more

    embarrassing family.

    But in the Dashiell family, Fiona whom Hanna had tried so hard to please always found fault with her,

    yet she showed genuine affection for Lizetta.

    As Fiona¡¯s daughter¨Cinw, Hanna couldn¡¯tpete with the favored granddaughter¨Cinw, and even

    her son used to have Lizetta¡¯s back. Naturally, Hanna felt ufortable. The better Fiona and

    Remington treated Lizetta, the more Hanna resented her.

    Years of this tension had turned into an irreconcble conflict.

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    At least, it was alling to an end. With the divorce, she wouldn¡¯t have to face this suffocating

    mother¨Cinw and daughter inw rtionship any longer.

    ¡°Grandma, let¡¯s go. Il take you back.¡±

    Lizetta supported Fiona as they walked to the elevator, but footsteps from behind caught their attention.

    Lizetta instinctively turned around and locked eyes with Remington.

    Surprised, why isn¡¯t he keeping vigil outside the OR with Evelina still in surgery? What¡¯s he doing

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    ¡°I¡¯m heading back with you to drop Granny off,¡± Remington chimed in, as if he caught on to Lizetta¡¯s

    confusion and decided to clear it up.

    Lizetta frowned, ¡°You better stay here and take care of Ms. Hawthome¡±

    ¡°Look at you, ying the generous card,¡± Remington snorted.

    Lizetta thought he was off his rocker, couldn¡¯t be bothered with him, and flipped him an elegant eye roll

    before turning away.

    Fiona, or ine other hand, turned to Remington and gave it to him straight.

    ¡°Scram! Can¡¯t you see Liz can¡¯t stand you?¡±

    Remington, with one hand in his pocket, sidestepped to open the elevator for them and said, ¡°Well,

    Granny, you can stand me, so that¡¯s something.¡±

    Fiona let out augh, ¡°I can¡¯t stand you! I don¡¯t have a cheating scumbag of a grandson! I want to live a

    couple more years, and seeing you just gets my blood boiling, shortening my life. Get lost, I don¡¯t need

    your help!¡±

    Fiona almost swung her cane again.

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    Yet, despite their clear disdain, Remington acted like he didn¡¯t notice a thing and stepped into the

    elevator with them.

    As the elevator slowly descended, Remington turned his head towards Lizetta and said, ¡°Hand me a

    tissue.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t budge; she knew Remington was a germaphobe and had just touched the elevator

    buttons, so he was definitely looking to clean his hands.

    Not wiping them would drive him nuts.

    But that¡¯s his problem, not hers.

    Lizetta pretended not to hear, even shifted closer to Fiona, giving Remington nothing but the back of

    her perfectly rounded head.

    Remington¡¯s lips pursed slightly, and he let out a chuckle.

    She¡¯s really got a temper now.

    He moved a little, nudging Lizetta with his elbow. Lizetta was so done with him, she shifted again, not

    even ncing in Remington¡¯s direction with the corner of her eye.

    She thought this would get him to back off, but to her surprise, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

    Before Lizetta could react, he interlocked their fingers, rubbing his palm against hers, his fingertips

    deliberately grazing the back of her hand.

    It was as if he was saying, ¡°If you won¡¯t give me a tissue, we might as well both be dirty.¡±

    Lizetta was about to burst intoughter over his childish antics. She yanked her hand back with

    irritation, pulled out a wet wipe from her bag, and handed it to him.

    ¡°Thanks.¡±

    The moment she pulled out the wipe, he snatched it from above.

    Lizetta closed her eyes, trying to control her temper, and took out another one.

    Looking at her puffed¨Cup side face, Remington¡¯s thin lips curved slightly.

    He wiped his fingers with the tissue, but then he saw Lizetta, with a look of disgust, vigorously wiping

    the hand he had touched.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face turned cold, an icy vibe enveloping him.

    Fiona wasn¡¯t blind; she saw all her grandson¡¯s petty actions reflected in the elevator¡¯s mirror.

    So damn cringeworthy she couldn¡¯t stand watch.

    When it was time to make a good impression, he did nothing, hurt his wife¡¯s feelings, and now his

    moves were just annoying.

    Even though he was her own grandson, she couldn¡¯t bear it.

    Fiona pulled Lizetta to her other side, cing herself between them, and let out a weighty hum.

    ¡°Stop harassing her now that you¡¯re divorced! Keep your distance!¡±

    Remington was left speechless.

    That¡¯s exactly what Lizetta wanted to say. She nodded, linking arms with Fiona, and gave Fiona a

    thumbs up.

    Fiona then smiled and said to Lizetta, ¡°Liz, you don¡¯t have friends in Astoria, and I can¡¯t stop worrying

    about you. I do know a few young

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    and talented men there¡ªeach one handsome, spirited, and clean living. How about I introduce you to

    them?¡±

    That was pretty much code for setting up a blind date

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t into the idea of dating, but Fiona had had a rough and sad day, so she wanted to cheer

    her up.

    She was about to agree when Remington beat her to it, interrupting with ¡°Since when do you know any

    young talents in Astoria? Who are they? Come on, spill the beans so I can hear, too.¡±

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    Fiona chuckled, ¡°Why should I tell you? Mind your own beeswax, just take care of Ms. Hawthorne, will

    ya?¡±

    Remington was caught off guard, his head spinning.

    Whose grandma was she anyway? Lizetta and he haven¡¯t even officially split yet, and instead of

    ying peacemaker, Fiona was already setting up shop to poach her own grandson¡¯s girl.

    ¡°Wow, Grandma, vea¡¯ve got some serious clout, huh? With connections like that, any guy you give the

    thumbs up must be top¨Cnotch. I¡¯d love to meet him, of course.¡±

    Lizcita nodded with a grin, clearly excited as she eagerly asked, ¡°Got any pics, Grandma?¡±

    She looked like she couldn¡¯t wait to dive into the dating game, while Remington was pissed off, his

    handsome face darkening.

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    Fiona nodded, ¡°Sure do! Left my phone at home, but I¡¯ll show you as soon as we get back. What¡¯s your

    type, Liz? A suave bad boy or a clingy sweet boy? Oh, and I heard there¡¯s this new thing called

    ¡®daddy¨Clike boyfriend¡® that¡¯s all the rage. Sounds pretty good, right? Someone to take real good care of

    you.¡±

    Remington interjected with a chill, ¡°Who could be more ¡®daddy¡® than me? I practically raised her.¡±

    Fiona scoffed, ¡°You might look the part, but you¡¯re a deadbeat dad at best. Right now, you¡¯re just fit to

    be a dad to Evelina¡¯s bun in the oven, so go chill out elsewhere.¡±

    She turned back to Lizetta, ¡°I¡¯m talking about the warm and caring daddy type. As for the cold, stern,

    clueless flirt who¡¯s secretly a sleaze¨Cforget it, too exhausting to deal with!¡±

    Lizetta listened with a mix of shock and amusement, wondering where Fiona picked up all these trendy

    phrases.

    She agreed enthusiastically, ¡°I¡¯ll follow your lead, Grandma.¡±

    Behind them, Remington felt like he was about to freeze over.

    On the ride home, Fiona chatted excitedly with Lizetta about the matchmaking, even giving detailed

    introductions of two potential suitors from well¨Cknown families in Zion City, both of whom Remington

    had heard of.

    Driving, Remington watched the pair getting more and more excited about the topic, until he suddenly

    spoke up coolly, ¡°Ever heard the saying, ¡®Don¡¯t tick off the driver¡®?¡±

    Fiona looked up and let out a snort ofughter, ¡°Oh, you¡¯ve got some nerve! Think you can threaten

    me? Go on, crash the car if you¡¯ve got the guts.¡±

    She thought the kid should¡¯ve been fuming by now.

    Remington felt another stab in the chest when he caught her insinuation.

    Fiona turned to Lizetta again, ¡°Look at him, threatening us! You¡¯re making the smart choice dumping

    this guy, Liz. I¡¯m all in to support you! Just wait, I¡¯ll show you the pics when we get home!¡±

    Resigned, Remington sent a text from the car¡¯s central console.

    Once back at the family mansion, he helped Fiona to her room, where she began searching for her

    phone.

    ¡°How strange, I¡¯m sure I left my phone right by the bed. Where could it be? Remington, call my phone,

    will you?¡±

    Fiona urged him, as he frowned slightly.

    ¡°Grandma, are you seriously nning on finding your granddaughter¨Cinw a new man?¡±

    Fiona cackled, ¡°Of course, you think I¡¯m here to crack jokes?¡±

    Suddenly suspicious, she turned and red at Remington, ¡°Wait a minute, my phone was right by the

    bed. Tell me, did you have someone hide it?¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t deny it, simply stating, ¡°Grandma, save your energy. I won¡¯t let her marry anyone but

    me.¡±

    Lizetta, who was preparing a tea for Fiona in the kitchen, came up with the cup in hand, only to stop at

    the door upon hearing Remington¡¯s emphatic words.

    Her hand paused on the doorknob, gripping the tray a little tighter.

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    Lizetta sadly realized that no matter how cool and indifferent she tried to appear on the surface, her

    heart still skipped a beat and raced whenever Remington said something like that. She couldn¡¯t help

    but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he didn¡¯tpletelyck affection for her

    But she quickly snapped out of it, biting her lip. She bitterly thought to herself that it was all just

    Remington¡¯s possessiveness rearing its ugly head. Even though she was his ex¨Cwife, the woman he

    had cast aside, he couldn¡¯t stand the thought of someone else getting their hands on her.

    He had always been this domineering, and his assets only fueled his arrogance. What he said had

    nothing to do with love, really. If she took it seriously, she¡¯d be the joke of the century.

    Still, with Remington acting like this, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but worry about whether she¡¯d be able to

    leave the country smoothly the next day.

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    Fiona was speechless for a moment, then burst intoughter. The usually graceful matriarch let loose

    some choice words, ¡°Bullshit! The divorce is almost final, and you want to mess with Liz¡¯s second shot

    at happiness, hold her back for life? Get lost, just get the hell out of here!¡±

    Fiona swung her cane, chasing after Remington tond another hit.

    As themotion headed towards the door, Lizetta instinctively pushed it open.

    Little did she know that Fiona was aiming this way, and as Remington dodged, the cane came

    swooping down from the heavens straight for Lizetta¡¯s face.

    Lizetta closed her eyes in fright, but the expected pain never arrived.

    Instead, she found herself wrapped up in the familiar and warm embrace of a man, protected so tightly

    not even air could get through.

    The thud of the cane¡¯s impact sounded, and the man¡¯s thin lips buried into the nape of Lizetta¡¯s neck

    with a low grunt.

    The heat and the sound of his grunt swirled into her ears, tickling her silly.

    Lizetta¡¯s ears turned an inappropriately bright shade of red.

    ¡°Are you okay?¡±

    She immediately pushed Remington away in a flurry, checking on him.

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    She didn¡¯t know where Fiona¡¯s hit hadnded on Remington¨Cworried it might have been his head.

    But as if worrying summoned the problem, Remington clutched the back of his head, looking slightly

    pained.

    Lizetta¡¯s cup of tea had also spilled all over his chest, ruining his white shirt and steaming up a storm.

    Seeing this, Fiona¡¯s heart softened despite herself, threw down her cane, and waved her hand

    dismissively.

    ¡°Liz, just take him out and clean him up, will you? The guy¡¯s not exactly emotionally intelligent¨Cdon¡¯t let

    him turn into an idiot.¡±

    Lizetta nodded busily, ¡°Grandma, you rest for a bit, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯lle backter to chat with you.¡±

    She led Remington out, not far to their bedroom that Fiona had reserved for them in the family

    mansion. Lizetta helped Remington into the room, had him sit on the sofa, and anxiously began to

    check the injury on his head.

    ¡°Don¡¯t cover it, it¡¯ll only swell up more. Are you bleeding?¡±

    She pried Remington¡¯s hand from the back of his head, frantically searching through his thick, soft hair.

    At that moment, his luscious locks were a curse, making the search for the wound all the more difficult.

    Lizetta fretted and asked again.

    ¡°How do you feel now? Where exactly is it? I can¡¯t seem to find it.¡±

    Remington, supporting his forehead, leaned back on the sofa. ¡°Dizzy and nauseous.¡±

    After he said that, his body swayed, and his handsome facended right on Lizetta¡¯s belly, arms

    wrapping around her waist.

    The soft touch of his face against her stomach was an indescribably tender moment, the closest he¡¯d

    been to her baby.

    Lizetta froze, as if under a spell, unable to speak, even her breathing went quiet.

    ¡°You don¡¯t have a concussion, do you?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s possible. How about you help me to the bed, and stick around while I lie down for a bit?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s forehead rubbed against Lizetta¡¯s belly, his voice deep and slow.

    Lizetta suspected the man was ying coy, because he was acting just like Joseph had when he

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    one night.

    She nced at his messy head of hair again and, with gritted teeth, said.

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    Lizetta bent down to prop up Remington and walked towards the king¨Csized bed: Once at the bedside,

    Remington hung his head low, his thin lips curving slightly.

    He was about to lie down, thinking to himself that little rascal Joseph knew a thing or two.

    Just then, Lizetta suddenly let go of him, raised her foot, and nted a hefty kick right on the man¡¯s

    upturned rear

    *Oof!*

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    Remington¡¯srge and heavy frame was actually sent sprawling onto the bed by her kick.

    ¡°Lizetta!¡±

    Remington was momentarily shocked, shouting out in disbelief as he experienced something like this

    for the first time.

    This wasn¡¯t just like pulling a hair from a tiger¡¯s head, it was practically like hopping on the tiger¡¯s head

    for a joyride.

    Lizetta used to be quite afraid of Remington. In her eyes, Remington had both the authority of a father

    or brother and the preciousness of someone in love.

    She was always walking on eggshells to please him, fearing even a single frown from him.

    But now she was ready to call it quits. Love was out the window, and all the rose¨Ccolored filters were

    shattered on the ground.

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    She was all in for a broken pot falling off the shelf she wasn¡¯t scared of him anymore.

    ¨C

    With her arms crossed and her chin up, Lizetta quipped, ¡°Wow, shouting so loudly, aren¡¯t you? Not

    feeling weak anymore? I had no clue you was such a masochist, Mr. Dashiell!¡±

    She chuckled and tumed to leave.

    But in an instant, she was grabbed by a strong force and, before she knew it, Lizetta found herself

    underneath him.

    She struggled with all her limbs, but Remington, like a fierce lion, pinned her hands above her head

    with one hand.

    His strong knees pressed down on her legs, and with his other hand, he yanked off his tie and started

    to undo his shirt buttons.

    His entire being radiated a wild and untamed aura as he coolly curved his lips towards her.

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    ¡°What kind of man would be weak in bed? And I had no idea you liked hearing me moan on the bed,

    did I?¡±

    He deliberately misinterpreted her words. Lizetta¡¯s face turned crimson with anger and a hint of fear,

    trembling as she spoke.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    ¡°A man, a woman, spouses, in bed what do you think?¡±

    As Remington spoke, he had already undone all his shirt buttons, and pulled the shirttails out of his

    trousers.

    His shirt wide open, he revealed a well¨Cdefined chest and washboard abs. His skin n¨®w was slightly

    reddened from a hot tea burn, giving him an unexpectedly alluring look.

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    Lizetta could also smell the unique scent of cool pine mixed with the clean, masculine fragrance

    emanating from him an enigmatic

    blend of hormones.

    Her breathing was erratic, a mix of panic, nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as she bit

    her lip, tears welling up in her

    eyes.

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    ¡°Remington, you bastard! We¡¯re divorced! You¡¯re about to be a daddy with another woman. Why

    are you still bothering me? I¡¯m telling you, if you dare touch me today, I will¡­¡±

    She faltered at the crucial moment, struggling to deliver a threat. For someone who had yed the

    good girl for too long, it was a tall

    order.

    Remington couldn¡¯t help but let out a snort ofughter at her flustered, beet¨Cred face.

    ¡°And what exactly would you do to me? If you really could, I¡¯d advise you to save your breath or you

    might just be the first woman to die from not being able to spit out a harsh word.¡±

    She felt utterly insulted, and a sh of inspiration struck her.

    Her eyes lit up as she blurted out, ¡°I¡¯ll perform a physical castration on you while you sleep!¡±

    Raising an eyebrow, Remington gav¨¦ a half¨Csmile.

    ¡°You know about physical castration? Do you even know where to cut? Can you?¡±

    Lizetta scoffed, ¡°Of course I know. One slice, and off goes a piece of meat! I¡¯ll make sure it¡¯s quick and

    clean, won¡¯t let you suffer too

    much.¡±

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    As she spoke, Lizetta cast a fierce re down at a certain area of his body, trying to make his legs

    clench with that vicious look.

    Wondering if that would scare him.

    But instead of being scared, there was a visible change in his crotch, his suit pants struggling to contain

    it

    Lizetta felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, her gaze darting away restlessly.

    Remington took her hand and pressed it down with a chuckle, ¡°Silly girl, it¡¯s supposed to be cut here.¡±

    With her wrist forcefully held and a heavy weight in her palm, Lizetta¡¯s entire body flushed red, and she

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    Lizetta yanked her hand out of Remington¡¯s scorching palm like her life depended on it.

    She was about to struggle when Remington flipped off of her.

    The

    guy sat on the edge of the bed, peeled off his shirt, and the sun kissed his back, muscles rolling

    smoothly with his movements,¡± sexy as hell.

    But Lizetta, she lifted her foot, on autopilot trying to give him another piece of her mind ¨C or rather, her

    foot, aiming to kick him off the

    bed.

    Little did she know, Remington seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The moment her foot

    went up, his cool voice cut through the air.

    ¡°Try kicking me again and I¡¯ll make you cry under me!¡±

    His voice was husky, thest word heavy with a warningced with restrained desire.

    Lizetta chickened out, her raised foot reluctantly retreating.

    But Remington just sat there catching his breath, not making another move.

    Lizetta¡¯s heartbeat slowly settled down too, as shey there, unknowingly fixated on the man¡¯s back.

    He had that kind of bod that flexed with clothes on, and even more so with them off ¨C a real piece of

    eye candy, muscles in all the right ces.

    His back and shoulders were well¨Cdeveloped, a thinyer perfectly covering his spine, tapering down

    to a tight waist, and even the vertebrae at the base of his neck were ruggedly perfect.

    ¡ª

    The guy¡¯s skin was pale, delicate, and glossy. Old scars on his back and right side didn¡¯t make him any

    less enticing in fact, they added a wild, rugged story to his charm.

    Lizetta had never really scoped out his body like this before; he never gave her the chance, always

    dressed quicker than a blushing bride.

    She¡¯d caught a glimpse of those scars before, a couple on his chest and abdomen.

    Lizetta had asked about them, but he told her to mind her own beeswax.

    Now, her attention was back on those scars. They¡¯d faded but still looked fierce, making you wonder

    how bad the wounds had been.

    But before he went abroad, he was unmarked, Even overseas, as the Dashiell family heir, he had a ton

    of people watching his back, living the high life who could¡¯ve hurt him?

    ¨C

    Why all these scars, as if he¡¯d lived the life of a fugitive abroad?

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t figure it out, and Remington wasn¡¯t spilling the beans.

    As they¡¯d grown up, they¡¯d gathered too many secrets between them.

    Remington no longer let her into his world.

    ¡°Lizetta, keep staring and I¡¯ll take it as an invitation,¡± he suddenly turned, his eyes smoldering and

    deep, locking onto Lizetta¡¯s sneaky

    gaze.

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed again, and she scrambled up, making her escape from the other side of the bed.

    ¡°I¡¯m not inviting you! You stripped down to nothing, giving me no choice but to look.¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°How else am I supposed to apply the ointment? Go get the burn cream.¡±

    ¡°Oh.¡±

    That¡¯s when it clicked for Lizetta. She was there to help with his burn.

    She rummaged for the cream but didn¡¯te any closer, tossing it on the bed before announcing, ¡°It¡¯s

    on your chest, you can reach it. I¡¯m going to see Grandma.¡±

    Like a rabbit running for its life, she didn¡¯t dare get close to the dangerous big bad wolf again.

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    Dropping the cream, she dashed to the door and bolted out.

    The door mmed shut behind her, and Remington just sat there, looking at the cream by his hand and

    laughing to himself.

    When Lizetta got back to Fiona¡¯s room, Fiona seemed to be asleep, propped up against the

    headboard.

    Lizetta tiptoed over, about to pull up the nket that had slipped down to her waist when Fiona opened

    her eyes and asked,

    ¡°Liz, are you really leaving tomorrow? Can¡¯t you stay?¡±

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    Turns out, Fiona wasn¡¯t asleep; she¡¯d been waiting for her.

    Lizetta sat down beside the bed, holding Fiona¡¯s hand, her eyes brimming with love and guilt.

    ¡°Grandma, I¡¯ve made up my mind.¡±

    Fiona sighed, nodding her head, ¡°Alright, Liz. If you¡¯ve decided, then I will support you.¡±

    Tears threatened to spill from Lizetta¡¯s eyes, but not wanting Fiona to see, she leaned in and rested her

    head on Fiona¡¯s shoulder.

    ¡°Grandma, you agree, thank you. I¡¯ll video call you often.¡±

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    Fiona was gently stroking Lizetta¡¯s hand, the affection was palpable.

    She had to agreed.

    How could she not? The scene in the hospital today made it crystal clear to Fiona.

    Maybe letting this kid go was the real kindness.

    She just hoped her grandson, who was too high and mighty to ever bow down, didn¡¯t end up regretting

    this!

    ¡°Let¡¯s hit the road, kiddo. I have always believed you didn¡¯t do it, you¡¯re not the kind of person to do

    such things. I know what you¡¯re yearning for, to make things right for you, to have Remington tie the

    knot with you. You two grew up together, tight as can be. Surely, you¡¯ll have each other¡¯s backs for life.

    Remington might be a bit cold, but you¡¯re a tender and meticulous kid. With you by his side, I can rest

    easy. Who would have thought¡­

    Ah, I don¡¯t know anymore if the decision back then was the right one.¡±

    Listening, Lizetta¡¯s eyes were brimming with a bitter sweetness, her heart twisted in knots.

    Her and Remington, was it a forced bad fate that ended up bearing bitter fruit?

    But she never regretted it, because to her, a bad fate was still fate, and the bitter fruit was still fruit.

    Only after tasting it herself did she know the vor, enough to savor it for a lifetime.

    Besides, it wasn¡¯t like she walked away empty¨Chanded; he gave her a baby.

    It was just too bad that Fiona has been longing to cuddle a great¨Cgrandson, and now she couldn¡¯t even

    break the news to her

    Feeling guilty, Lizetta said, ¡°Grandma, please don¡¯t talk like that. I¡¯ve always been grateful to you, thank

    you.¡±

    ¡°Alright, you¡¯ve put up with a lot these past few years. I¡¯m getting old, can¡¯t protect you anymore. Fly

    away, fly high, I believe you will find

    your own sky and ocean. And if you get tired, remember, no matter when, this will always be your

    home, and I will always wee you

    back, got it?¡±

    Fiona was caressing Lizetta¡¯s hair, and Lizetta was fighting back tears, but they still dampened Fiona¡¯s

    sweater, drop by drop.

    Lizetta nodded vigorously, recalling how she came to Fiona¡¯s side when she was eight and how Fiona

    gave her a home.

    How Fiona protected and loved her, treating her like her own granddaughter.

    And now that Fiona was getting on in years, it was time for her to be filial, but instead, she had worried

    Fiona sick, and leaving the

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    country meant she couldn¡¯t be the apple of her eye, leaving Fiona with more worries, making Lizetta¡¯s

    heart heavy with guilt.

    ¡°You¡¯ve got to follow the doctor¡¯s orders, no more hiding your meds, and no sneaking snacks at

    midnight. Follow the doctor¡¯s advice,

    okay?¡±

    ¡°Alright, alright.¡±

    ¡°Take good care of yourself. You¡¯ve got to live a long life and see me make it to the biggest

    international stages.¡±

    ¡°Of course, I¡¯m going to be the grandma of world¨Css dancer Lizetta, the envy of grandmas

    worldwide.¡±

    ¡°Shall we pinky promise?¡±

    Lizetta made a pinky promise with Fiona.

    Remington, having applied burn ointment after his shower and changed clothes, caught a glimpse of

    this scene through the crack in

    the door.

    Not wanting to intrude, he closed the door carefully and headed downstairs.

    Cedric was already waiting and approached as he saw him, ¡°Boss, Ms. Hawthorne is kicking up a fuss

    wanting to see you.¡±

    Evelina was wheeled out of the operating room half an hour after her amniocentesis, a procedure that

    didn¡¯t require anesthesia. Seeing nobody waiting for her, she started causing a scene.

    Remington nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s roll.¡±

    Cedric nced in the rearview mirror and, sure enough, spotted an inconspicuous ck car trailing

    behind them.

    Frowning. Cedric said, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, maybe we should have Ray beef up the security. That woman has

    been tailing us for days. She¡¯s out

    for revenge, and I¡¯m worried.¡±

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    Wing Chechenahem tuke my bat for everthinking **

    Fiona was gently stroking Lizetta¡¯s hand, the affection was palpable.

    She had to agreed.

    How could she not? The scene in the hospital today made it crystal clear to Fiona.

    Maybe letting this kid go was the real kindness.

    She just hoped her grandson, who was too high and mighty to ever bow down, didn¡¯t end up regretting

    this!

    ¡°Let¡¯s hit the road, kiddo. I have always believed you didn¡¯t do it, you¡¯re not the kind of person to do

    such things. I know what you¡¯re yearning for, to make things right for you, to have Remington tie the

    knot with you. You two grew up together, tight as can be. Surely, you¡¯ll have each other¡¯s backs for life.

    Remington might be a bit cold, but you¡¯re a tender and meticulous kid. With you by his side, I can rest

    easy. Who would have thought¡­

    Ah, I don¡¯t know anymore if the decision back then was the right one.¡±

    Listening, Lizetta¡¯s eyes were brimming with a bitter sweetness, her heart twisted in knots.

    Her and Remington, was it a forced bad fate that ended up bearing bitter fruit?

    But she never regretted it, because to her, a bad fate was still fate, and the bitter fruit was still fruit.

    Only after tasting it herself did she know the vor, enough to savor it for a lifetime.

    Besides, it wasn¡¯t like she walked away empty¨Chanded; he gave her a baby.

    It was just too bad that Fiona has been longing to cuddle a great¨Cgrandson, and now she couldn¡¯t even

    break the news to her

    Feeling guilty, Lizetta said, ¡°Grandma, please don¡¯t talk like that. I¡¯ve always been grateful to you, thank

    you.¡±

    ¡°Alright, you¡¯ve put up with a lot these past few years. I¡¯m getting old, can¡¯t protect you anymore. Fly

    away, fly high, I believe you will find

    your own sky and ocean. And if you get tired, remember, no matter when, this will always be your

    home, and I will always wee you

    back, got it?¡±

    Fiona was caressing Lizetta¡¯s hair, and Lizetta was fighting back tears, but they still dampened Fiona¡¯s

    sweater, drop by drop.

    Lizetta nodded vigorously, recalling how she came to Fiona¡¯s side when she was eight and how Fiona

    gave her a home.

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    How Fiona protected and loved her, treating her like her own granddaughter.

    And now that Fiona was getting on in years, it was time for her to be filial, but instead, she had worried

    Fiona sick, and leaving the

    country meant she couldn¡¯t be the apple of her eye, leaving Fiona with more worries, making Lizetta¡¯s

    heart heavy with guilt.

    ¡°You¡¯ve got to follow the doctor¡¯s orders, no more hiding your meds, and no sneaking snacks at

    midnight. Follow the doctor¡¯s advice,

    okay?¡±

    ¡°Alright, alright.¡±

    ¡°Take good care of yourself. You¡¯ve got to live a long life and see me make it to the biggest

    international stages.¡±

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    ¡°Of course, I¡¯m going to be the grandma of world¨Css dancer Lizetta, the envy of grandmas

    worldwide.¡±

    ¡°Shall we pinky promise?¡±

    Lizetta made a pinky promise with Fiona.

    Remington, having applied burn ointment after his shower and changed clothes, caught a glimpse of

    this scene through the crack in

    the door.

    Not wanting to intrude, he closed the door carefully and headed downstairs.

    Cedric was already waiting and approached as he saw him, ¡°Boss, Ms. Hawthorne is kicking up a fuss

    wanting to see you.¡±

    Evelina was wheeled out of the operating room half an hour after her amniocentesis, a procedure that

    didn¡¯t require anesthesia. Seeing nobody waiting for her, she started causing a scene.

    Remington nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s roll.¡±

    Cedric nced in the rearview mirror and, sure enough, spotted an inconspicuous ck car trailing

    behind them.

    Frowning. Cedric said, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, maybe we should have Ray beef up the security. That woman has

    been tailing us for days. She¡¯s out

    for revenge, and I¡¯m worried.¡±

    the hospita

    and dow

    spital bed, her forwar

    cappert in band

    swollen eyes stared nkly at the celling, her forlor and dazed appeara

    to see Remington and, with a flicker in her hollow eyes, propped herself up to sit.

    idn¡¯t cry or make a fuss, she was unusually quiet and docile, even timid.

    Joshvell, please take a seat

    Remington had no intention of sitting Hands in his pockets, he stepped up to the bedside. No need, I

    just say a few words and then

    Evelina hodded, her fingers twined together nervously.

    Remington¡¯s icy gaze met Evelina¡¯s, ¡°You know why I wanted that paternity test. Take a look.¡±

    He pulled out his phone and tossed it in front of Evelina.

    Holding on to a sliver of hope, Evelina wished it wasn¡¯t what she feared most.

    Her fingers trembled as she tapped open the video. The shaky footage and the intimate sounds of a

    man and a woman filled the air.

    Even prepared, Evelina¡¯s face went white with shame and she quickly deleted the video, tossing the

    phone aside.

    Her body shook. Of course, it was Lizetta, that bitch, who¡¯d bumped into her in the garden.

    Damn her for recording such a thing and showing it to Remington.

    Evelina bit her lip hard, filled with hatred and humiliation.

    But she knew all too well that showing herself like this to Remington meant her image was trashed,

    tainted beyond redemption, no more chances or possibilities.

    She no longer harbored hopes of bing Mrs. Dashiell.

    it didn¡¯t matter if she couldn¡¯t be Mrs. Dashiell, as long as Lizetta couldn¡¯t have it either.

    What Evelina couldn¡¯t have, Lizetta could forget about too!

    And she had made sure of that.

    When Evelina thought of this, her tears of remorse began to fall.

    ¡°H just gave in to temptation because I was so lonely. I swear, he and I only started recently.¡±

    Before she could finish, Remington interrupted with a frown.

    ¡°You don¡¯t need to exin this to me. I only care whether the child you¡¯re carrying is what I want. If you

    dare lie to me, you know what¡¯sing

    Of course, Evelina knew Remington only cared about the child, not her as a person, let alone her love

    life.

    Burning with jealousy and rage, she didn¡¯t dare show it. Instead, she reached out a shaky hand,

    swearing to the heavens.

    ¡°How could I ever lie to you? The child is fine. Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯ve already had me go through

    amniocentesis for the paternity test, right? The results should be out soon, and if I were really deceiving

    you, I wouldn¡¯t dare stay here.¡±

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    Remington¡¯s expression softened slightly as he asked. ¡°How¡¯s the child?*

    Evelina showed a gentle smile, looking down and caressing her belly, softly saying, ¡°The doctor says

    the baby is healthy, has developed limbs, and is moving inside me. The doctor also said as long as I

    eat well and stay rxed, the baby will definitely grow healthily and

    be bom.¡±

    Remington¡¯s sharp gaze warmed a bit

    Seeing a glimmer of hope. Evelina rose from the bed on her knees, pleading, ¡°I know I¡¯ve done some

    irrational things recently. I realize my mistakes, and I¡¯ll definitely correct them. As for Liz, Mr. Dashiell, if

    you want me to exin to her, I¡¯m ready to cooperate anytime.¡±

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    Evelina continued, ¡°My dad¡¯s been ticked off at me these past few days, gave me a few good ps

    across the face. Everyone¡¯s steering clear of him, not a soul¡¯s willing to throw a dime at the Hawthome

    family¡¯s way, to bankroll them with a loan. The Hawthorne family¡¯s really up the creek without a paddle.

    Mr. Dashiell, I¡¯m begging you, for the sake of the bun in my oven, cut the Hawthorne family some stack,

    will you? I promise !!! stay on the straight and narrow and bring this baby into the world, shower him

    with love, and raise him right. You care so much about kids, you surely wouldn¡¯t want this little one to

    start life without even having a mom around

    Evelina¡¯s one cheek was still swollen from the p Lizettanded on her, and on the other cheek, the

    faint outline of a handprint was visible.

    It looked like Kevin¡¯s handiwork, and she did look genuinely remorseful and pitiful as all get¨Cout.

    Remington¡¯s gaze fell on Evelina¡¯s belly, he nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice.

    ¡°You¡¯d better remember what you said today, and just so we¡¯re clear, my decision is final ¨C there won¡¯t

    be any more cash infusions for the Hawthome family. But I¡¯ll give you a fighting chance; whether you

    can pull in any investments is up to fate now.¡±

    With that, Remington tumed on his heel and left.

    Evelina clenched her fists tight, looking up at his retreating figure with a mix of relief and seething

    anger.

    The news about the Starlight Group bankrolling the Hawthorne Group and then pulling out had been

    making the rounds.

    That was supposed to be hush¨Chush, strictly inside baseball; the fact that it was buzzing all over the

    business circuit meaned Remington¡¯d got his fingerprints all over it.

    He was broadcasting to everyone that the Hawthome family crossed him, and Kevin¡¯d been hitting brick

    walls left and right. Bankers and big shots wouldn¡¯t even deign to meet him, let alone talk about

    investing.

    If Remington didn¡¯t ease up, the Hawthome family¡¯s only out was a dead end.

    To add insult to injury, Evelina¡¯s affair got busted by Lizetta. If Remington got wind of that, he would

    come down on her even harder.

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    Luckily, by throwing herself into the lion¡¯s den today and getting a thrashing from Fiona and Lizetta,

    she¡¯d managed to stir up a bit of guilt in Remington.

    Now that he was willing to let go, even if investments were hard toe by, the Hawthorne family at

    least got a breather.

    Evelina wouldn¡¯t just lie down and ept defeat; once she was back on her feet, she was going to

    make Lizetta thousandfold for her humiliation today!

    pay

    back a

    The next day.

    Lizetta had a night flight, so first thing in the morning, she whipped up some tasty treats, packed them

    up, and went to the hospital with Ynda.

    She visited Joseph first, brought him homemade cookies and jerky, and said her goodbyes.

    Joseph clung to her, crying his eyes out for once, but eventually, sniffling, he said, ¡°Liz, don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll

    be good and follow the doc¡¯s orders, get better, and then I¡¯ll make my dad send me to Astoria to study.

    I¡¯ll be there to protect you, Liz.¡±

    Lizetta stroked his soft hair, feeling tears well up again.

    After leaving Joseph¡¯s room, Lizetta checked in on her brother, gave him a massage, and talked a lot.

    By the time she and Ynda left the hospital, it was already noon. Ynda had a stand¨Cin gig in the

    afternoon and had to head to the set, so they said their goodbyes at the hospital entrance.

    ¡°Was gonna see you off tonight, but Jenny said she¡¯d introduce me to Director Harriet of that fantasy

    drama today. Not sure if I can make it back in time.¡±

    Lizetta hugged her, ¡°Don¡¯t miss the chance, you gotta grab it. I don¡¯t need a send¨Coff. I¡¯ve already

    shipped my big luggage, just got some personal items left. Plus, I gottae back next month for the

    divorce papers, so we¡¯ll catch up soon. Just remember to check in on my brother at the hospital for me

    while I¡¯m gone.¡±

    Only then did Ynda nod reluctantly, get in the car, and leave.

    Meanwhile, at the Dashiell Group CEO¡¯s office.

    Remington wrapped up a video conference and was flipping through branch reports, half¨Clistening to

    Cedric rattling off the afternoon¡¯s

    schedule.

    ¡°Lunch with President Winters of NexGen Technologies, then an afternoon meeting with President

    Evert.¡±

    When Cedric fell silent, Remington finally looked up, ¡°That¡¯s it? The meeting shouldn¡¯t take an hour,

    right?¡±

    Cedric had been sneakily watching Remington and cautiously broached the subject.

    ¡°Well, there are a few other things on the docket, but they¡¯re not urgent, can be pushed to tomorrow.¡±

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    ¡°So?¡± Remington¡¯s tone was ice¨Ccold

    Cedric bit the bullet, ¡°Mr. Dashell, Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s flights around eight tonight, looks like shell be

    heading to the airport soon. Youve va got time to chase after her if you leave now, but anyter and

    you¡¯ll miss your shot¡®

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    At this point, even Cedric started to get antsy about Remington.

    As the special assistant, Cedric felt he had a crystal¨Cclear view of things. Remington was obviously

    smitten with his wife and cared a lot about their marriage.

    Back when Lizetta was still working in Remington¡¯s office, Cedric would walk in to deliver some

    documents and catch the boss sneakily checking her out from behind his desk.

    Sometimes he¡¯d be so engrossed that he wouldn¡¯t even notice Cedric¡¯s entrance, and that usually

    stolc, handsome face would break into a goofy grin.

    That¡¯s love, man,

    Back then, Cedric was totally shipping Remington and his secret wifey, but who would¡¯ve thought

    they¡¯d be talking divorce and actually go through with it?

    Cedric thought it was just a spat, but nope, they were really getting a divorce.

    Lately, Remington had been super tight¨Clipped, and on the rare asions he did speak, he was all fire

    and brimstone, obviously because his wife was leaving him.

    Cedric believed Remington was too proud, but if it took adder to bring him down to earth and chase

    after Lizetta at the airport, he didn¡¯t mind being thatdder.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, there¡¯s no hurdle too high for a married couple, right? You and Mrs. Dashiell don¡¯t have

    any big issues. She¡¯s just miffed about the Ms. Hawthome thing. Just exin it to her properly. She

    loves you to bits; she¡¯ll stay for sure.¡±

    ¡°You done?¡± Remington looked at Cedric and asked.

    Seeing Remington respond, Cedric got a second wind, nodding vigorously andunching into another

    impassioned plea.

    ¡°If you really let Mrs. Dashiell leave the country, give it a month of cold war, and even the deepest love

    will go cold. And when shees back, you¡¯ll just be heading to the registry office for a divorce

    certificate.¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°Done? Then get out.¡±

    With that, the man lowered his head and continued browsing through his documents.

    Cedric was left speechless.

    Was his reaction too cold? Was Cedric¡¯s fanboying not strong enough, not heartfelt enough?

    Could a shipper¡¯s heart take such a beating?

    Cedric¡¯s stubbornness kicked in, his feet seemingly welded to the spot, and he spoke up again.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, your pride ain¡¯t worth a dime right now!¡±

    Remington, probably fed up, chuckled and nced at Cedric, curling his lips slightly as if to say.

    ¡°So? You dropped your pride and begged your cheating fianc¨¦e toe back. Did she regret it? Did

    she get back with you?¡±

    Cedric was thunderstruck!

    Why the sudden personal attack?

    Cedric, with a sad face, said, ¡°My girlfriend didn¡¯t cheat.¡±

    ¡°Right, she just kept a backup,¡± Remington cut in.

    When Cedric returned from abroad, eager to propose, he found his girlfriend had already printed

    wedding invitations with another guy.

    Despite that, Cedric still went ahead with the proposal setup, but the girl didn¡¯t even show up, leaving

    Cedric drunk and crying under her window.

    ¡°It¡¯s because I was too busy, never had time for her, missed her birthday, wasn¡¯t there when her dad

    had the ident.¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s so great, she¡¯s getting married next week. Don¡¯t forget to send a hefty wedding gift.¡±

    Remington sneered, as if to say Cedric, this hopeless romantic, was trying to brainwash him?

    Pure nonsense.

    ¡°Get out! Stick to the schedule.¡±

    Remingtonmanded sternly, and Cedric¡¯s eyes began to redden, feeling both struck and stung.

    Summoning great courage, he said, ¡°My ex might have been at fault, but I had my share of me too,

    so I don¡¯t resent her. Mr. Dashiell, don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll sincerely bless her at her wedding next week,

    because I¡¯m not over her yet. But if she¡¯s found a better option, I¡¯ll wish her

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    the best. That¡¯s where my heart is. But Mr. Dashiell, can you really bear to let your wife go?¡±

    Having said his piece, Cedric didn¡¯t wait for Remington to explode, he turned to make a quick exit.

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    However, just as his hand touched the office door, Remington¡¯s chilling voice followed him.

    ¡°We¡¯ve had quite a few employees with mental strain recently. The logistics department is setting up a

    special counseling room. Since you¡¯re so good at giving advice, you can be a counselor. You¡¯ll have

    plenty of time to y the loyal puppy¡±

    Cedric¡¯s face fell, wishing he could p himself.

    He knew about the counseling room setup, and the staff had jokingly called it the Starlight Group¡¯s

    ¡°residents¡®mittee.¡±

    No need to be so harsh; he was a top¨Cnotch grad with double degrees in Finance and Investment from

    a world¨Css university!

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    Got shipped off to be the neighborhoodmittee boy, huh?

    Cedric was grinding his teeth, thinking Remington had better hold the fort and not chase after his wife

    to the airport.

    He thought, ¡°If he did, he¡¯d be nothing but a lovesick puppy, even more whipped than I was!¡±

    Cedric left, and Remington kept staring at the report in front of him, his expression as still as water.

    But in just a mernent, he yanked over a stack of nning documents next to him, getting more irritated

    the more he looked at them.

    Finally, Remington couldn¡¯t keep up the facade of calm, raising his hand to rub his forehead and

    pushing away all the papers in front of him.

    He leaned back in his chair, yanking his tie loose with a forceful tug.

    After a bit, he leaned forward to open a drawer and reached for the diary at the very bottom.

    But as soon as his fingers touched the leather cover, he stopped short, kicking the drawer shut in a fit

    of agitation.

    Cedric said there were no big issues between him and Lizetta, told him to clear up the whole Evelina

    thing.

    Ha, Evelina¡¯s kid wasn¡¯t his, he¡¯d said that plenty of times.

    Lizetta knew it, too, but did she ever care?

    His wife didn¡¯t love him and was hell¨Cbent on divorce¨Cthat was the real issue.

    In all this time, wasn¡¯t it clear enough he didn¡¯t want to let go of the marriage, that he wanted to hold

    on?

    But his little girl had a heart of stone; she didn¡¯t give a damn.

    The birdie had grown up, its wings had hardened; it yearned for the world outside.

    Remington didn¡¯t believe that going to the airport now, after holding onto her for a month, would change

    her mind.

    Back in the day, he¡¯d misunderstood her drugging him as an attempt to stay with the Dashiell family

    and had used that as an excuse to keep her trapped in marriage.

    But now, she was innocent in that old affair, she was miserable with the Dashiell family, almost hating

    him.

    When she asked him to be kind to her onest time, that meant letting her go.

    He still remembered her expression then, so pained and pleading, so pale and fragile.

    What was he supposed to do if not let go?

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    Was he supposed to just watch her suffocate, wither away before his eyes?

    But Cedric¡¯s words had thrown Remington intoplete disarray, making him more agitated and frantic

    than ever.

    He felt that if he really let Lizetta go today, it might just be like Cedric said: the next time they met would

    be to collect their divorce

    papers.

    She would no longer be his Mrs. Dashiell; she could openly be with any man.

    Just thinking about that scenario made Remington feel like he was being pierced by a thousand

    arrows, an unbearable pain that almost drove him mad.

    But he hadn¡¯t done nothing; he¡¯d left a glimmer of hope for their marriage.

    Whether it worked out or not, he¡¯d leave it up to fate.

    Thinking this, Remington suddenly pushed back his chair, stood up, and walked over to the floor¨Cto¨C

    ceiling window to light a cigarette.

    Halfway through his smoke, Remington left his office andmanded in a deep voice, ¡°Call a meeting

    with the nning department.¡±

    Instantly, the entire secretarial department sprang into action.

    At noon, Remington went to Savory Seasons Caf¨¦ as nned for lunch with President Winters of

    NexGen Technologies.

    Savory Seasons Caf¨¦ had a traditional architectural style, with private rooms tucked away. When

    Remington arrived at the room, President Winters was already there.

    Not their first coboration, they were acquainted with each other. Remington just nodded at President

    Winters without much small talk and sat down to get straight to business.

    Meanwhile, at Savory Seasons Caf¨¦, Ynda stepped out of the car at the entrance, checked the time,

    and called Lizetta.

    Lizetta picked up quickly, and Ynda apologized, ¡°Liz, have you left yet? Oh no, I can¡¯t make it back,

    my drinking party got dyed, I¡¯ve just arrived, and I¡¯m waiting for Jenny.¡±

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    Lizetta¡¯s lightughter came through on the other end, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m already on my way,

    everything¡¯s smooth here, and I¡¯m waiting for your good news. Alright, you get busy with your thing, I¡¯m

    hanging up.¡±

    Just as Ynda put her phone away, Jenny arrived, grabbing Ynda and giving her a reminder, ¡°Yoli,

    remember this: Director Harriet doesn¡¯t have any hobbies besides drinking. He doesn¡¯t care for women

    or wealth, but he loves his booze! He¡¯s a total lush, and if he¡¯s happy drinking, he¡¯s easy to talk to.

    Today, let¡¯s not worry about anything else, we¡¯ll drink him under the table, and that role will be yours!¡±

    Ynda was still a bit nervous, ¡°Jenny, I might look like I can hold my drink, but honestly, I¡¯m just

    average.¡±

    Jenny patted her, I¡¯ve got a decent tolerance, and I¡¯m here with you, right? Let¡¯s not dawdle,e on,

    Director Harriet might already be there!¡®

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    Jenny and Ynda were chatting and walking along.

    A camper van pulled up behind them, and its back door swung open to reveal a pair of long legs

    stepping out first.

    There was a man wearing a mask, a fisherman¡¯s hat, and a long trench coat, his face so hidden behind

    sunsses that you could barely see a thing.

    ¡°Mr. Cassius, Director Harriet is already waiting in the VIP room, just waiting on you now.¡±

    The assistant got out of the car, replying on his phone as he spoke.

    Cassius nodded, looking ahead, his gazending on a somewhat familiar figure.

    He reached up and hooked his sunsses down a notch.

    No mistake, it was Ynda, Hot Chili.

    ¡°What¡¯s she doing here?¡± he raised an eyebrow.

    Assistant Sean, catching on to his line of sight, turned to look just as Ynda turned her head to speak

    with Jenny, giving Sean a clear view.

    Sean eximed with a hint of excitement, ¡°Oh, you mean Yoli? Yeah, why isn¡¯t she on set today? But

    do Yoli and Jenny know each other? Maybe she¡¯s here to meet the director?¡±

    He spected, genuinely happy for Ynda.

    ¡°Yoli¡¯s got some serious acting chops, and her action scenes are out of this world, not to mention she¡¯s

    just as pretty as any actress out there. If she gets the chance, she¡¯s gonna skyrocket.¡±

    As he rambled on, he suddenly felt a chill over his head.

    Looking up, he saw Cassius giving him a not¨Cso¨Cfriendly look, and Sean gave an awkward smile.

    ¡°What¡¯s with you? ¡®Yoli¡® this, ¡®Yoli¡® that. You guys tight or something?¡±

    ¡°No, no, but Yoli, I mean, Ms. Ynda, she¡¯s cool, totally chill, not pretentious at all, we all get along

    great.¡±

    ¡°So, you think her being my stunt coordinator and kiss double is beneath her, huh?¡± Cassius snorted

    with augh that wasn¡¯t really augh.

    Sean shrank back and mmed up.

    Cassius picked up the pace, but to his surprise, Ynda and herpanion were also heading

    towards the VIP room.

    ¡°Ms. Ynda must be here for Director Harriet too. Oh right, I remember now, Jenny¡¯s the secondary

    lead in ¡®Fairy Fate¡®. She must be introducing Ms. Ynda to Director Harriet, yeah?¡±

    Cassius narrowed his eyes and with a stride of his long legs, he rushed forward and grabbed Ynda

    by the arm.

    ¡°Come with me.¡±

    ¡°Hey! What the heck? Cassius, are you out of your mind? Let go!¡±

    Jenny looked on in confusion as Ynda was dragged away, and when she tried to follow, Sean

    stopped her.

    ¡°Ms. Abbott, Mr. Cassius just needs a word with Ms. Ynda. You don¡¯t need toe along.¡±

    Cassius was a big deal, a famous A¨Clister.

    Jenny was surprised, ¡°Yoli knows Mr. Cassius? Well, that¡¯s great, I won¡¯t intrude.¡±

    She had heard that the male lead in ¡®Fairy Fate¡® was a major star, but she hadn¡¯t expected someone at

    Cassius¡® level.

    And Ynda knew him, seemed pretty close/too.

    Did she even need Jenny¡¯s help tond the role of the fourth female lead?

    Ynda, dragged to the restroom entrance, angrily tried to pull away, but Cassius¡® grip was too strong.

    She retaliated by elbowing him in the chest and pinning him against the wall.

    ¡°Cassius, if you¡¯ve got something to say, spit it out. I¡¯m busy, you know.¡±

    This woman must have been eating power pills or something, because Cassius felt a pang in his back.

    He kept a stern face, ¡°Ynda, what are you doing here meeting with Director Harriet?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s none of your business.¡±

    Ynda turned to leave but Cassius grabbed her again, this time, she snapped.

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    ¡°You¡¯re here to snag a role from Director Harriet, right? Don¡¯t forget you¡¯ve got a deal with me.¡±

    Ynda had been screwed over by that jerk Cassius before,nding her in the police station until Liz

    had to beg Remington to bail her

    out.

    Then she ran into Cassius on set again, the guy¡¯s petty as can be, giving her a hard time.

    Worried about causing more trouble for Lizetta, she endured and even agreed to be Cassius¡®

    stunt coordinator.

    And Mr. Picky himself, Cassius, he wouldn¡¯t even kiss different actresses, calling it unclean, and had

    her stand in for the female lead in bed and kissing scenes.

    They had even signed a contract.

    But right now, Ynda was fed up with Cassius¡® nonsense, ¡°We signed a contract, sure, but it¡¯s not like

    I¡¯m sold to you. As long as my acting doesn¡¯t interfere with your stuff, we¡¯re good.¡±

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    Ynda was about to make a dash for it when Cassius reached out again to grab her shoulder.

    She had finally snagged a chance that Jenny was also counting on, and she was worried about making

    a bad impression on Director Harriet if she waste.

    Totally losing her cool, Ynda spun around, grabbed Cassius by the cor, tiptoed, and threatened

    him

    with a smile.

    ¡°Cassius, if you keep yapping, I¡¯m gonna nt one on you!¡±

    To a drama queen like Cassius, Ynda figured this kind of threat would do the trick.

    Sure enough, Cassius tensed up in an instant and mmed up.

    ¡°Scared ya, huh? There, there, I won¡¯t touch you.¡±

    Ynda thought this guy must either swing the other way or have a mild case of gynophobia.

    Seeing his scaredy¨Ccat face, she couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. She ran her thumb across her lips, then

    quickly dabbed it onto the corner of Cassius¡® mouth.

    Cassius froze. Seizing the moment before he could react, Ynda bolted.

    When Cassius finally snapped out of it, he touched his mouth, his thumb picking up a smear of bright

    lipstick.

    Sickly sweet and, damn it, strawberry¨Cvored.

    Hot Chili didn¡¯t have a clue ¨C totally wrong lipstick choice.

    ¡°Are you in heat or did you get mauled?¡±

    Remington stepped out for a smoke and caught sight of Cassius standing against the wall, clothes

    disheveled and with a lipstick mark on his face, looking all sorts of weird.

    Cassius looked up, awkwardly straightening his clothes.

    ¡°Like I¡¯d ever get hot for a chick like Ynda. Don¡¯t talk nonsense, Remi!¡±

    Guilty as charged without even being used.

    Remington, twirling a cigarette between his elegant fingers, seemed surprised and asked.

    ¡°What¡¯s Ynda doing here?¡±

    With Ynda being tight with Lizetta, she didn¡¯t go to see her off at the airport?

    ¡°That chick? She¡¯s here boozing it up with Jenny! She thinks she can just waltz into showbiz, what a

    silly girl! Remi, I gotta go.¡±

    Cassius was in a rush to check if that silly Ynda had already gotten sloshed and taken advantage of,

    but he stopped mid¨Csentence as he noticed Remington¡¯s sudden change of demeanor, an icy, stifling

    aura enveloping him.

    ¡°Who did you just mention?¡±

    Remington stepped closer, pressing Cassius with a grave tone.

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    Cassius was a bit spooked.

    Remington looked serious as hell, the cigarette in his fingers crushed into bits and falling.

    ¡°Did that dumb Ynda cross you?¡±

    ¡°Not her, the other one you mentioned.¡± Remington¡¯s voice was heavy.

    ¡°Jenny? She¡¯s just a minor celeb, you probably don¡¯t know her.¡±

    ¡°Lead the way!¡±

    Before Cassius could finish, Remington cut him off with amanding tone.

    When Ynda arrived at the private room, Jenny was already drinking with Director Harriet, Jenny

    signaled to Ynda with her eyes.

    ¡°Yoli, you¡¯re just in time for a treat. Director Harriet brought some of his private stash. You¡¯rete, so

    down three as a penalty!¡±

    Ynda approached with a smile, taking the ss.

    ¡°Looks like I¡¯m in luck then. Here¡¯s to you, Director Harriet.¡±

    She tipped back three drinks in quick session,

    Director Harriet was pleased, for the supporting actress role.¡±

    ¡°th and sweet, what a drink!¡±

    at Jenny, ¡°That¡¯s the spirit! Jenny, you did good rmending her

    Jenny quickly added, ¡°Let¡¯s both have another toast to Director Harriet,e on.¡±

    As the door to the private room swung open, Jennu

    and Ynda were just finishing their drinks in one

    gulp. Ynda turned to see Remington walking in.

    His gaze was piercing, fixated on Jenny.

    Ynda¡¯s smile froze instantly as Remington approached Jenny.

    His presence was overpowering, silencing the room in an instant.

    Jenny, slow to grasp the situation, was met with Remington¡¯s pressing and grave question.

    ¡°Ms. Abott, weren¡¯t you pregnant? Since when can expectant mothers drink? Are you ying a

    pregnant woman in your next role?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s heart skipped a beat as the word shed through her mind.

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    Remington, with his sharp wits, must have figured out Lizetta was pregnant. There was no keeping it a

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    ¡°Jenny, what¡¯s the deal? You¡¯re knocked up?¡±

    Director Harriet snapped to attention, frowning and fixing Jenny with a stern look.

    If Jenny was preggers and sneaking into the crew, wouldn¡¯t that just throw a wrench in the works?

    Scoring the supporting actress gig hadn¡¯t been a walk in the park for Jenny, and if she lost it over this,

    what then?

    She immediately shook her head in a panic at Director Harriet.

    Ynda gave Jenny a nudge and chimed in to save the day, ¡°Director Harriet, I¡¯m in the loop here,

    Jenny had a miscarriage!¡±

    Jenny quickly echoed, ¡°Yeah, yeah, I had a miscarriage for my career!¡±

    But Remington just let out a snort of derision, ¡°Miscarriage? When? At which hospital?¡±

    His gaze was piercing, and Jenny nearly burst into tears under the scrutiny, stubbornly retorting.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know you, it¡¯s my personal business, why the hell should I tell you?¡±

    Right then, the producer recognized Remington and quickly pulled Jenny aside.

    ¡°Jenny! How can you talk to Mr. Dashiell like that? You answer whatever Mr. Dashiell asks you, and

    make it snappy!¡±

    If the crew ticked off Remington, they might as well forget about starting the shoot ¨C they¡¯d be done for

    right there.

    The producer hurriedly grabbed a ss of booze and started groveling and apologizing to Remington.

    Director Harriet also quickly caught on and stood up in a fluster.

    In a sh, everyone in the VIP room was on their feet, tripping over themselves to offerpliments

    and apologies.

    Remington, stone¨Cfaced, ignored them all, his gaze still locked on Jenny.

    And everyone else¡¯s eyes followed suit, piling the pressure on Jenny.

    She had covered for Lizetta at the prenatal checkup before and had seen Remington, finding him

    familiar.

    But she hadn¡¯t expected to have crossed paths with such a big shot.

    Tears welled up in her eyes, her face pale as a ghost, as she looked desperately at Ynda for help.

    At this point, Ynda couldn¡¯t leave Jenny out to dry.

    She stepped forward, shielding Jenny, and addressed Remington.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, let¡¯s talk outside. Whatever you want to know, ask me, it¡¯s got nothing to do with Jenny!¡±

    Remington knew Ynda¡¯s temper, pressuring Jenny was just to get under Ynda¡¯s skin.

    His cold gaze finally shifted to Ynda.

    ¡°Ms. Ynda, I hope you won¡¯t let me down, or anyone in Zion City who dares to y me for a fool will

    pay

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    the price!¡±

    At these words, Jenny¡¯s tears spilled over, terrified, she tugged at Ynda¡¯s sleeve.

    Ynda¡¯s face turned pale, but she gave Jenny a reassuring look, nodded, and followed Remington

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    Their departure left the room silent as the grave.

    Cassiusgged behind, waving his hand at the visibly shaken Director Harriet and the rest, saying,

    ¡°No worries, it¡¯s just a private matter with Mr. Dashiell, carry on.¡±

    After he spoke, he too exited.

    Ynda followed Remington to another VIP room. He looked unfazed, but the aura around him said

    otherwise.

    He couldn¡¯t wait any longer and got straight to the point.

    ¡°The one who went for the prenatal checkup was Liz, wasn¡¯t it? She¡¯s pregnant?¡±

    It was a question, but his tone was certain.

    Ynda paled slightly, ¡°You¡¯ve already guessed it, so why ask me? But Jenny¡¯s got nothing to do with

    hiding it from you. She didn¡¯t even know Liz is your wife. She was just helping us out. Don¡¯t give her a

    hard time, Mr. Dashiell. If you¡¯re angry, take it cut on me!¡±

    Even though Remington had guessed it and was pretty sure in his heart, hearing Ynda confirm it still

    sent shockwaves through his emotions, churning up a storm inside.

    Lizetta was pregnant!

    She was carrying their baby!

    He was going to be a dad!

    These thoughts shed through his mind, and as the tion surged, he quickly remembered that his

    wife had taken off.

    She took off with their child!

    She was pregnant and wouldn¡¯t tell him, went to great lengths to hide it, even nning to flee with the

    pregnancy!

    Anger and a deep sense of hurt brewed a bitter concoction in his heart, shrouding Remington in an

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    Even someone as gutsy as Ynda was breaking out in a cold sweat, her face white as a sheet.

    ¡°Remi, this has gotta be Lizetta¡¯s doing. Hot Chili must be dancing to Lizetta¡¯s tune, you can¡¯t just pin it

    all

    on her.¡±

    Cassius was seriously worried that Remington might just choke Ynda right there and then.

    He stepped up to shield her a bit and tried to reason with Remington.

    But Ynda wasn¡¯t having any of it. Anxious that Remington might unleash all his fury on Lizetta, she

    pushed Cassius aside and blurted out.

    ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t a wife dare to tell her husband she¡¯s pregnant? What¡¯s that all about? Mr. Dashiell,

    maybe you should take a long, hard look in the mirror, huh? Who says it was all Liz¡¯s idea, I also,

    mmph!¡±

    She didn¡¯t get to finish her sentence before Cassius mped a hand over her mouth.

    But at that moment, Remington was too preupied to squabble with Ynda, storming out of the

    private room with a murderous vibe trailing behind him.

    Ynda, in a panic, shoved Cassius away. ¡°Let go of me! How can you dump all the me on Liz?¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re biting the hand that feeds you, you know! I¡¯m saving your butt here, or else you¡¯ll be screwed!

    It¡¯s their marital issue, and Liz is carrying Remi¡¯s kid. What¡¯s he gonna do to her? You better watch your

    own back, you dimwit!¡±

    Despite Cassius¡® warnings, Ynda was still worried sick. She fumbled for her phone to call Lizetta.

    Cassius snatched the phone out of her hand.

    ¡°What the heck? Give it back!¡±

    ¡°No way! You do realize that tipping someone off only makes things worse!¡±

    Ynda was livid, chasing Cassius around the room like a headless chicken.

    At the airport, in the waiting lounge.

    ¡°Ugh.¡±

    Lizetta doubled over, bracing herself against the wall, retching into the trash bin again.

    ¡°Take a sip of water, it might help.¡±

    Hogan¡¯s soothing, concerned voice came from behind her. He patted her back gently and handed her

    an opened bottle of water.

    Lizetta looked up, her face pale, and took a sip.

    ¡°Thanks, Hogan.¡±

    ¡°Howe your morning sickness has gotten so bad all of a sudden? Were you like this before?¡±

    Hogan, seeing Lizetta covered in a sheen of sweat, frowned with concern.

    Lizetta shook her head, forcing a smile.

    ¡°I¡¯m fine, really. I¡¯ll be boarding in a sec. You don¡¯t have to stick around, Hogan. You better hurry on.¡±

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    After making sure she was seated, Hogan left for another lounge area at her insistence

    There she sat, hand on her belly, her expression a mix of helplessness and sadness.

    ¡°Joy, do you know I¡¯m leaving your dad? Are you sad for me?¡±

    That day, after leaving the Dashiell family mansion, Lizetta had given the baby this nickname in the tar

    She thought, from now on, it would only be her and the baby, side by side.

    The baby was her joy, her source of energy

    Joy was such a good kid, didn¡¯t fuss at all, just a few days of moming sickness for Lizetta in the

    beginning Then, it was as if the kid knew how to spare her feelings, understanding the hardships of her

    mom

    Lizetta had been dancing and hustling hard for cash, a tough grind. If not for Joy being so easy on her

    she couldn¡¯t have managed all that.

    But for some reason, just as she was on her way to the airport, the morning sickness hit her like a truck

    As if Joy knew they were about to part ways.

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    ¡°Joy, is it you don¡¯t want me to leave?¡±

    The thought filled Lizetta with an overwhelming sadness and a bitter taste in her mouth.

    Lost in her thoughts, the airport suddenly buzzed withmation.

    People gasped in awe.

    ¡°Holy cow, is that some celeb or big shot with all those bodyguards?¡±

    ¡°Ah! The guy in the lead is so hot! What an aura, what a presence!¡±

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    The tall and striking man had an intimidating presence, breezing past the ss walls of the waiting

    area with a posse of ck¨Cd bodyguards clearing the way, heading straight for another terminal.

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned even paler, instinctively she pulled on her hat, yanked up her scarf, and ducked

    her head in a fluster.

    Just then, the boarding call red through the speakers.

    Lizetta shot up, grabbed her suitcase, and hightailed it to the gate without looking back.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, all flights to Veridia board from this Gate 3 lounge. Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s ne ain¡¯t taking off for

    another two hours. We¡¯ve got all the exits covered, but no sign of her yet.¡±

    Remington strode into Gate 3 lounge, where his bodyguards had already done a quick sweep and were

    reporting back.

    His face set like stone, Remington walked directly into the crowd and ordered, ¡°Keep looking!¡±

    He gestured to his guards to fan out, his eagle¨Ceyed gaze scanning rapidly.

    If the flight wasn¡¯t leaving for another two hours, Lizetta had to be here somewhere.

    But after a thorough search, there was still no trace of Lizetta.

    A hint of irritation crept into Remington¡¯s eyes, his brows knitting together slightly.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, think she hasn¡¯t shown up yet?¡±

    International flights board early, and ticket checking was already underway, but Lizetta was nowhere in

    the

    queue.

    Remington turned to the bodyguard who spoke up and asked in a deep voice, ¡°Checked the

    bathroom?¡±

    ¡°Yep, had someone go in and look, no sign of her.¡±

    Frustrated, Remington¡¯s peripheral vision caught a familiar tall figure chatting up a woman, heading

    towards the ticket checkpoint.

    A sh of fury crossed Remington¡¯s eyes, and he strode over, reaching out to grab the man¡¯s shoulder

    from behind and yanking hard.

    The man turned around, revealing the refined face of Hogan.

    Darkness swirled in Remington¡¯s eyes as he threw a punch.

    ¡°Trying to steal my girl! Hogan, you¡¯re asking for it!¡±

    The punchnded on Hogan¡¯s cheekbone, sending his wire¨Crimmed sses flying, shattered patterns

    fanning out.

    In a fury, Remington pulled the woman standing in front of Hogan behind him, his entire being radiating

    a wrathful possessiveness.

    Hogan¡¯s face bruised as he staggered and steadied himself, then straightened up, his lips curling into a

    sneer.

    ¡°Where¡¯s thising from, Mr. Dashiell? Maybe you should check if that¡¯s your wife.¡±

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    The mockery in Hogan¡¯s eyes sent a bad feeling washing over Remington.

    He spun around and yanked off the hat and scarf from the woman with her head bowed.

    Underneath was a face panicked andpletely unfamiliar.

    This wasn¡¯t Lizetta at all!

    Remington suddenly released the woman, who scampered away, relieved.

    He turned and grabbed Hogan by the cor.

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    ¡°Where is she?¡±

    Compared to Remington¡¯s barely contained rage, Hogan remained poised and graceful.

    ¡°Like you said, Mr. Dashiell, Liz is your woman. If you don¡¯t know where she is, how would I?¡±

    The icy fury in Remington¡¯s eyes was palpable.

    ¡°Quit ying dumb. You think hiding her will help you get what you want? The person I¡¯m looking for

    can¡¯t hide forever!

    Hogan nodded, ¡°Sure, Mr. Dashiell, you¡¯ve got connections everywhere, finding someone should be a

    breeze. But did you ever stop to think, if Liz is going to these lengths, she¡¯s made up her mind to leave!

    She doesn¡¯t want to see you, doesn¡¯t want to get tangled up with you anymore. If you¡¯ve already filed

    for divorce, why put on this show and chase her down? You should respect Liz¡¯s decision.¡±

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    Remington knew damn well that Hogan wouldn¡¯t spill the beans about Lizetta¡¯s whereabouts.

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    His grip on Hogan¡¯s coi began to loosen.

    ¡°You¡¯re just buying time for her, looks like she¡¯s definitely at the airport.¡±

    Hogan kept his cool, simply replying, ¡°Noment.¡±

    But Remington wasn¡¯t born yesterday, he¡¯d already pieced it together.

    If Lizetta wasn¡¯t here, but hiding out somewhere else in Zion City, there¡¯d be no need for Hogan to

    stage a smoke screen with some dame at the airport.

    The only logical exnation was that she was here.

    She was indeed nning to leave today, just on a different flight one that had likely already taken off or

    was about to.

    That was why Hogan needed to stall for time.

    Remington let go of Hogan and headed out with his crew towards Gate 3.

    Hogan frowned as he watched the man hurry off, then nced at his watch and let out a sigh.

    Lizetta was already on a ne to Havenport. Thinking back on Remington¡¯s icy demeanor, she bit her

    lip, a bundle of nerves.

    When she overheard Remington and Fiona at the Dashiell family mansion say that he¡¯d never let her

    marry another man, it gave her the jitters.

    Afraid of being blocked today, she secretly bought another ticket to Havenport.

    She nned toy low in Havenport for a while.

    Lizetta knew Remington¡¯s prideful nature; after seeing her determination and giving him the cold

    shoulder

    for a month,

    cool

    Even if he was possessive, he was bound off.

    By then,ing back to get a divorce should be a cakewalk.

    Lizetta had her bases covered, but she didn¡¯t expect Remington to actually chase her down to the

    airport.

    Now, she kept checking her watch, hoping time would fly and the ne would take off ASAP.

    If Remington couldn¡¯t find her in the waiting room, he¡¯d turn Zion City upside down. By the time he drew

    a nk there, she¡¯d be well hidden in Havenport.

    Lizetta¡¯s wishful thinking worked; the cabin door was securely closed, and they were ready for takeoff.

    She finally rxed, her tense back losing its strength as she slumped into her seat, slowly removing

    her hat and scarf.

    She was sweating bullets, took a deep breath, and gently rubbed her belly, whispering to herself,

    ¡°Joy, I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m just so tired, I can¡¯t keep this up. I can¡¯t let you meet your dad, but I promise, I¡¯ll love

    and cherish you twice as much.¡±

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    A wave of nausea hit her again, maybe the baby was ming her.

    Lizetta¡¯s nose tumed sour, her almond eyes dampened, and her brows and eyshes tinged with

    sadness and heavy quilt.

    ¡°What¡¯s on your mind?¡±

    Suddenly, a voice inquired from above.

    The voice was raspy and steady but carried an immense weight.

    Oh so familiar

    Lizetta thought she was hearing things. She blinked slowly, stiffly lifting her head.

    There he was, standing right beside her sent, looking down at her.

    His eyes were deep and stormy, his handsome face frosty, and his thin lips curled into a mocking smile.

    In that moment, Lizetta felt like a rabbit caught in an eagle¡¯s gaze, her hair standing on end.

    ¡°The cabin door is closed! How did you¡­¡±

    Before she could finish, the man loomed over her.

    ¡°I¡¯ve changed my mind; you¡¯re not going anywhere!¡±

    With a chilling interruption, Remington unbuckled her seatbelt and, in full view of everyone, scooped

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    Lizetta wasn¡¯t about to just meekly follow Remington out the door. She immediately grabbed the

    armrest of her seat and started hollering for help.

    ¡°I¡¯m not going! Help! I don¡¯t know this guy!¡±

    Twisting her head, she realized that even though the ne was packed, it was dead silent.

    Everyone was rubbernecking their drama, but no one had the guts to step in

    That was because night behind Remington stood the captain and the crew, along with a few ck¨Cd

    bodyguards he¡¯d brought along.

    The captain had personally opened the door to let Remington in, which was a dead giveaway that he

    was bad news.

    But Lizetta wasn¡¯t one to back down from a fight, sure that there was always someone out there who

    didn¡¯t bow to power.

    She was about to cry for help again when the man leaned in and whispered in her ear.

    ¡°Have you forgotten about Ynda and your brother?¡±

    Remington was actually using Ynda and Thaddeus as leverage.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart sank, and without thinking, her grip on the armrest loosened.

    Remington scooped her uppletely, looking pretty pleased with himself, he even nodded at the

    captain and crew.

    ¡°Thanks, folks.¡±

    When Remington and his entourage hade aboard, the crew had been busy keeping passengers

    calm and stopping any rogue photographers.

    Remington carried Lizetta swiftly towards the exit. Seeing there was no longer any chance of rescue,

    she stopped struggling and just hung her head, letting Remington take her away without a peep.

    Remington looked down, her long hair fell in a cascade, and all he could see from his angle was the top

    of her head, which made her seem particrly docile.

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    Remington thought of the child they had on the way. His steps slowed, more measured and steady.

    He tightened his arms, holding the woman in his embrace even closer, like she was his greatest

    treasure.

    A strange, full emotion swelled in his chest, and the restlessness that had been troubling his heart felt

    like it was being filled with something heavy and satisfying.

    Lizetta was carried off the ne to where a stretch Lincoln was waiting not too far away.

    Remington walked over with steady steps, and the bodyguards immediately swung the car door open.

    But Lizetta was still not ready to give up. She looked up from his embrace and nced back at the

    ne within reach, grabbing hold of Remington¡¯s tie.

    ¡°Remi, didn¡¯t we agree? After a month of cooling off, we¡¯d go get our divorce papers. And you had no

    objections to me going abroad. How can you go back on your word!¡±

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    Remington looked down at her, her pale face framed with red¨Crimmed eyes, looking so pitiful it was as

    if she was about to cry.

    When he hade after her, she was not only unhappy but downright upset and heartbroken.

    ¡°Do you really y want to leave me that badly? Remington asked with a sneer, barely hiding his disdain.

    He didn¡¯t seem to want to hear her reply and said in a deep voice. ¡°Too bad, the ball¡¯s not in your

    court!¡±

    He bent down and put Lizetta in the car, then followed right in after her.

    The car started moving quickly, and Lizetta sat on the long sofa seat, wanting nothing to do with being

    next to Remington.

    She shifted to the side, creating a clear divide between them.

    Remington, however, immediately followed suit, sprawling his long legs carelessly, his thigh muscles.

    pressing against Lizetta¡¯s denim¨Cd ones.

    Thankfully, the stretch vehicle had plenty of room, so Lizetta moved two more seats away to put even

    more space between them.

    She made it crystal clear she didn¡¯t want anything to do with him.

    Remington didn¡¯t follow her this time, but out of the blue, he reached out, grabbed Lizetta¡¯s legs, and

    tossed them onto the sofa seat.

    ¡°Ah!¡±

    Before Lizetta could react, she was flipped over onto the sofa, the light above her blocked out as

    Remington loomed over her.

    Lizetta tried to struggle, but his hand slid under her shirt, resting on her waist.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    The heat from his palm was scorching. Lizetta froze, her eyes wide, her voice trembling.

    She felt that something was off with Remington, and she was getting more and more confused about

    what he was thinking.

    ¡°Why are you nervous?¡±

    Remington loomed over the woman beneath him, his voice calm. But his hand was bold, caressing her

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    How could Lizetta not be nervous?

    She¡¯d always been ticklish around her waist, and he must know it¨Cthat was why he kept skimming

    around

    that area.

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    spot he touched with his big hands turned to mush, as if it was about to melt right into his palm.

    And it sent waves of tingling pleasure through her, stirring her up. Meanwhile, Lizetta was worried sick

    the bun in her oven might get discovered, even though her belly was still t as a pancake.

    Remington probably couldn¡¯t feel a thing.

    ¡°Why so quiet? Don¡¯t like me touching you like this anymore? I remember you used to be all over it.¡±

    Remington leaned in close to Lizetta¡¯s ear, his breath hot and his kisses barely there, peppering her

    neck and behind her ear.

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks were burning, a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

    She started to squirm, ¡°Back off! Did you drag me back here just for this?¡±

    Remington pinned her down hard, lifting his head from her neck, his eyes half¨Cclosed and sharp as

    knives.

    ¡°Got nothing to say to me? Think hard.¡±

    Remington¡¯s face was all calm and collected, but there was a dangerous vibe brewing all around him,

    like a storm about to break.

    The thought of this woman keeping her pregnancy secret from him and nning to jet off with another

    guy boiled his blood, jealousy surged like high tide, shredding his sanity to pieces.

    He was giving her one more chance toe clean about the pregnancy, to tell him herself!

    But Lizetta was f

    freaked out by his icy, threatening demeanor, and she was fuming too.

    ¡°Nothing! We¡¯re divorced, I¡¯ve got nothing left to say to you! You, Remington, are the big shot of Zion

    City. You could have any woman you want. If you¡¯re in the mood for this, go find Evelina, you¨CMmph!¡±

    Before she could finish her rant, she was silenced by his lips crashing down on hers.

    The kiss was fierce and punishing, full of rage and possession, not an ounce of tenderness, sweeping

    away all of Lizetta¡¯s senses.

    At the same time, his hand moved from her waist to a softer, more undting territory, roughly

    kneading

    under her top.

    His body against hers was even more dangerously wild.

    Lizetta was scared out of her wits, she bit him, and a faint taste of blood spread between their lips, but

    he didn¡¯t stop.

    She tried to hit him, but he caught her hand, interlocking their fingers, and pinned her back down on the

    leather coach seat.

    The whole car was filled with a mix of intense, breathy sounds and the roar of passing traffic outside

    the window.

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    This was happening on the way to the airport, in the car.

    If it weren¡¯t for the familiar scent of Remington all over her, Lizetta would doubt if this man, seemingly

    driven mad by desire, was really him.

    After two years of marriage, he¡¯d always been restrained and cool, she never knew he could lose his

    mind

    over this.

    In the tangle, her clothes were a mess, her oversized sweater pushed up to her chest, her jeans tugged

    off, leaving Lizetta with bare, slender legs shaking as they were trapped in the leather seat.

    Remington bent her knees apart, poised as if ready to drill through her.

    Lizetta was stiff all over, her eyes wide.

    It was only then that he pulled away from her lips, letting her catch her breath and speak.

    His voice was hoarse again as he asked, ¡°Lizetta, are you sure there¡¯s nothing you want to tell me?¡±

    Lizetta breathed heavily, clueless about what Remington wanted to hear.

    She¡¯d been scared by him, seen all sorts of his faces¨Cnoble and aloof, silent and indifferent, restrained

    and patient, spirited and proud.

    But she¡¯d never seen him this bloodthirsty, this savagely brutal.

    Fear filled her chest, along with shame and anger, and she was also terribly worried about the little one

    inside her.

    ¡°No! Stop!¡± she gasped out, pleading.

    Finally, Remington halted, his gaze gloomy.

    ¡°Tell me, why not?¡±

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    Lizetta was panting, her face flushed with color,

    She felt like she was suffocating from his kisses, her head swimming, unable to think straight.

    He was so rough, Lizetta worried he¡¯d just go at it without a care, potentially hurting the baby.

    But she also vividly remembered thest time, in a fit of rage against Evelina, she lost control with him,

    and the next day he made her take the morning¨Cafter pill.

    He¡¯d even said, if she got pregnant, they¡¯d get rid of it.

    She could still clearly recall his furrowed, fierce brows and the seriousness and chill in his eyes.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t dare gamble!

    She couldn¡¯t afford to bet, she absolutely couldn¡¯t tell Remington.

    He didn¡¯t want her baby at all; he was hell¨Cbent on taking precautions every single time.

    If he found out she was pregnant, he¡¯d definitely force her onto the operating table.

    Just thinking about that scenario drained the color from Lizetta¡¯s face, turning it pale.

    She defiantly red at Remington, ¡°No reason, we¡¯re divorced! We can¡¯t do this anymore, besides, this

    is in a car, for heaven¡¯s sake, get a grip, please, I don¡¯t want this!¡±

    However, Lizetta¡¯s tough talk couldn¡¯t elicit any sympathy from Remington.

    It only fanned the mes of anger burning within Remington.

    Remington lifted her chin with his hand, his voice cold as he said, ¡°Lizetta, do you really think I¡¯m

    bluffing? Very well!¡±

    With that, he gave a forceful kick to the partition of the driver¡¯spartment.

    Lizetta immediately felt the car swerve, the ride bing bumpier.

    Then he flipped their positions, Lizetta on top, Remington underneath.

    But the change in position didn¡¯t make things any easier for Lizetta, as she turned her head to see they

    had left the main road for a side path.

    They were on a bumpy slope leading to a deste forest, the road uneven.

    With each jolt, Lizetta¡¯s body uncontrobly crashed against his.

    Her face red and in a panic, she eximed, ¡°Remington, you jerk, if you¡¯re that horny, go find someone

    else!¡±

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    He sneered coldly, ¡°Eager to push me away before the ink on our divorce papers dries? Telling me to

    find another woman, who are you nning to run to? Hogan? Or some other man, huh?¡±

    His voice carried anger, his eyes piercing with a cold glint.

    He was thinking of Lizetta having Hogan cover for her, nning to go to Veridia to study with him.

    He was thinking of her desperate attempts to divorce him, of her repeated secrecy, and even now

    refusing to tell him about her pregnancy, he couldn¡¯t help but let his violent temper re, couldn¡¯t help

    but ponder

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    deeply.

    She wouldn¡¯t say it was it because she never intended to keep the baby?

    Was she nning to get rid of the child once abroad, to frolic with some other man?

    Because she simply didn¡¯t care about the baby, that¡¯s why she could remain silent even under such

    pressure.

    Or, was she worried that once he knew about their baby, he¡¯d never let her go?

    The car stopped in the woods, the sound of the driver getting out and walking away came through.

    Remington flipped over, pinning her beneath him again, Lizetta nearly naked, in this isted and

    helpless

    situation

    The noise of traffic was now far away, reced by the wind rustling through the winter forest, the

    sparse leaves falling with a whispering sound.

    Tears, too heavy to hold back, began to roll down Lizetta¡¯s cheeks.

    Remington¡¯s lips descended, seeming tender yet warningly cold, kissing her tear¨Cstreaked cheeks and

    finally crushing against her reddened lips, and he said again.

    ¡°Sweetheart, what else are you hiding from me?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t know what he wanted to hear, she was ready to leave all this behind.

    It had taken her so much effort to get to this point, and she didn¡¯t want to > turn back.

    Even though Remington had agreed, he suddenly pulled her back, tormenting and humiliating her

    without saying anything

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    She red at him, ¡°You say you regret it, turns out you regret setting me free, and you wanna keep

    messing with me? Alright then, if you haven¡¯t got tired of ying, bring it on. Just drop me off at the

    airport after this round!¡±

    Lizetta stopped struggling, knowing she couldn¡¯t outmuscle him.

    Plus, she couldn¡¯t tell if it was true that women are extra sensitive during pregnancy, but

    embarrassingly, she found herself not entirely unfeeling.

    She figured the baby was past the first trimester, and the pregnancy had been stable.

    The inte said it was okay to get intimate after three months, as long as you¡¯re careful.

    If getting down to business was what Remington wanted, she¡¯d go along with it, just as long as he took

    her to the airport afterward.

    But her words only managed to tick off Remington. His handsome face turned icy in an instant, and his

    large hand caressed her slender neck, inching down slowly.

    ¡°Tired of ying? Ha, with such a tempting body, so tender and lovely, and so responsive, how could I

    ever get tired? I only regret not having my fun with it more times in the past!¡±

    His fingers suddenly lifted Lizetta¡¯s chin, and he leaned in close to her lips.

    ¡°Lizetta, since you¡¯ve admitted you¡¯re just a ything, why should I hold back?¡±

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    It had been too long, and Lizetta¡¯s body shook uncontrobly, Remington seemingly unable to

    withstand the stimtion either.

    Her gasps were swallowed by his kiss, trapping them with his own muffled groans, sensually

    suppressed.

    What followed was a mess of breathless pants and fragmented moans.

    The temperature inside the car soared, the vehicle rocked, pressing down on a thickyer of dried

    leaves and twigs, creating a persistent crunching sound.

    By the time it was over, the sky outside was pitch ck.

    Moonlight peeked through the clouds, shining through the car window onto her glistening, flushed skin,

    covered in traces of sweat.

    Lizetta sat exhausted in Remington¡¯s arms, utterly drained.

    He carefully and slowly dressed her, his raspy, dark voice asking by her ear.

    ¡°Are you okay? Are you ufortable anywhere?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned a deep shade of red, and she said nothing,pletely mortified.

    ¡°Still not learning your lesson?¡± Remington was putting her socks on and, seeing her silence, he

    yfully scratched the sole of her foot with his fingertip.

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t ticklish under her arms, or her neck, or waist, but her feet were her weak spot.

    She immediately squirmed withughter, burrowing into Remington¡¯s embrace, pleadingly whimpering.

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    ¡°Okay, I¡¯m fine, nothing¡¯s ufortable, ah, stop touching there!¡±

    Her feet kicked wildly until he firmly grasped her ankles and she calmed down.

    ¡°So you¡¯re not ufortable, you mean you¡¯re actuallyfortable?¡±

    Remington¡¯s chin rested on the top of Lizetta¡¯s head as he chuckled softly, satisfaction in his voice.

    Lizetta blushed even harder, unable to deal with his flirty talk.

    When she said she wasn¡¯t ufortable, she meant the baby was fine.

    She thought he would be rough, but actually he was more patient than ever before, thorough with

    forey. the experience was intense yet considerate of her feelings.

    And perhaps because of that, she ended up enjoying it, her body didn¡¯t feel any difort or pain.

    With these thoughts, Lizetta¡¯s cheeks burned even redder, and she didn¡¯t dare to look up.

    Remington¡¯s fingers brushed aside the loose strands of her hair, tucking the disheveled locks behind

    her

    ear.

    When he looked down at the delicate woman in his arms, fragile as a flower beaten by the rain, all the

    jealousy and discontent in his eyes dissolved into tenderness.

    He kissed her forehead softly, about to bring up her hiding the pregnancy and have a serious talk, but

    Lizetta spoke up first.

    ¡°Can you take me to the airport now? I remember there¡¯s a flight to Veridiate tonight, and I can still

    make it if I leave now.¡±

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    The warmth on Remington¡¯s handsome face vanished in a sh, leaving behind nothing but a clean

    te.

    He lifted his hand and pinched Lizetta¡¯s chin, tilting her face upward.

    Her eyes tangle.

    were moist and seductive, cheeks flushed, lips swollen ¨C all signs of their recent passionate

    The air in the carriage was still thick with the scent of their lovemaking, stirring a fiery tenderness in his

    heart.

    Yet this woman was already trying to slip away from him again!

    Remington felt as if she¡¯d dumped a bucket of ice water straight into his soul, the chilling sensation

    sparking an intense rage.

    He suddenly tightened his grip on her jaw, his thin lips curling into a cold sneer.

    ¡°Back to the airport? I said, without my permission, you¡¯re not going anywhere!¡±

    His grip was strong, causing Lizetta to wince and furrow her brows in pain, frozen in shock.

    ¡°But you just agreed to take me back to the airport, right?¡±

    She had told him that after this one time, he would take her back to the airport, and she thought he had

    silently agreed.

    I

    Remington scoffed, raising an eyebrow, ¡°That was you talking. When did I agree?¡±

    Lizetta was so furious she could explode, her embarrassment turning into rage as she swung at

    Remington¡¯s chest.

    She pummeled him frantically, ¡°Remington, you bastard! You lowlife scumbag, no sense of decency!

    You heartless jerk! If you didn¡¯t agree, then why the hell did you touch me?¡±

    Her body was too weak to pack any real punch.

    She looked fierce, but her fists hitting Remington felt like nothing to him.

    He even leaned backzily, giving her plenty of room to vent.

    ¡°Was it only me who enjoyed it just now? Who was it crying beneath me, begging me to slow down.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned beet red, and she quickly covered Remington¡¯s mouth, ring at him with

    embarrassment and anger. ¡°Stop talking!¡±

    Remington¡¯s gaze darkened as he kissed Lizetta¡¯s palm.

    His lips were scorching, and the heat along with the tenderness of his tongue brushed against her

    palm, making Lizetta try to pull her hand away in panic.

    But Remington suddenly grabbed her wrist, not allowing her to move.

    He kissed her fingers gently, with a tenderness that seemed to wrap around her endlessly.

    Every kiss felt like itnded straight on her heart.

    Her heart was in total chaos, stirred by him.

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    The suppressed longing and affection she had hidden deep inside were all being easily stirred up by

    him.

    This was the man she had loved for so many years, from the age of eight to twenty¨Ctwo.

    Whether it was brotherly love or the romantic love that had gradually evolved, she had given it all to

    him. Only to him!

    She couldn¡¯t tell when her feelings had changed, but she knew that for those fourteen years, her whole

    heart, eyes, and world were filled with him.

    Her love hadsted too long, and so had the wait, which always ended in emptiness.

    She didn¡¯t dare to hope for the oue anymore.

    Yet his current madness and ambiguous actions were giving Lizetta the wrong impression.

    It seemed as if he loved her too.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips quivered and she tried to muster the courage to ask again.

    ¡°Are you holding on to me because you can¡¯t stand to let me go? Remi, have you fallen for me?¡±

    Lizetta held her breath, her eyes filled with hopeful light as she gazed at Remington.

    His deep eyes pondered, ¡°Does it really matter? If I say I fall for you, will you obedientlye back with

    me, cancel the divorce, and stop this nonsense?¡±

    Even though he said ¡°if,¡± Lizetta¡¯s heart raced with the possibility.

    She thought, maybe that was it.

    Even if he was lying, she was willing to willingly indulge in this sweet dream and never wake up.

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    She moistened her dry lips, about to nod, but the abrupt ringing of her phone interrupted the moment.

    It was Lizetta¡¯s phone.

    now it lit up with

    When Remington had pulled off her jeans earlier, the phone had fallen into the carriage, now it lit up

    with intrusive brightness.

    Hogan¡¯s name was dancing on the screen.

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    Remington¡¯s gaze brushed over that name, and his handsome face went cold.

    Leaning down, his long fingers snatched up the cellphone, handing it over to Lizetta as he said,

    ¡°Take the call first.¡±

    With no choice, Lizetta took the phone and slid to answer.

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯ve touched down in Havenport, right? I¡¯m still worried about you, so I asked a friend to up at

    the exit. Go to the hotel with him and rest up, I¡¯ll be there tomorrow.¡±

    pick you

    It was the exact time Lizetta¡¯s original flight was supposed tond in Havenport, and Hogan clearly

    thought she had arrived.

    Just as Lizetta was about to fill Hogan in that she hadn¡¯t been able to leave at all, Remington suddenly

    yanked the phone away.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡±

    Lizetta instinctively tried to grab it back, but Remington simply powered the phone off and pocketed it.

    He was the one who had her take the call, and now he was the one hanging up on her.

    Annoyed, Lizetta red at him, ¡°Hogan was kind enough to send someone to pick me up. They must

    be worried sick not finding me. The least you could do is let me exin!¡±

    She was indeed nning to leave with Hogan, worried about him getting anxious. Just look at how

    flustered she¡¯s now.

    Jealous and angry, Remington was icy all over.

    ¡°How do you n to exin? Tell him you didn¡¯t go to Havenport and that you¡¯re in my car right after

    you had sex with me?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face flushed red again, and she didn¡¯t insist further, but she was still hung up on the

    conversation they hadn¡¯t finished.

    She looked at him nervously, ¡°You said you fell for me just now, was that true?¡±

    Remington sneered coldly, ¡°You missed one word.¡±

    After speaking, as if fed up with her pressing the matter, he rolled down the window and stretched out

    his hand, snapping his fingers.

    The sound of the driver¡¯s footsteps approached quickly, and Lizetta silently lowered her head.

    She moved away from Remington¡¯s embrace to the couch across, gazing out the window.

    Yeah.

    She had missed the ¡®if¡®.

    Indeed, for him to like her, to love her, it only seemed possible under hypothetical conditions.

    Chilling to the bone.

    Lizetta hugged herself tightly, very tightly.

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    She could feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from the man in the car, feel his gaze locked on

    her.

    His stare was thick and focused, but Lizetta no longer wanted to ask.

    She didn¡¯t want to delve into why he was so adamant about chasing her back either.

    After all, none of it was the answer she was hoping for.

    Remington¡¯s gaze lingered on Lizetta, a cold smirk ying at the corners of his lips.

    Just because he didn¡¯t allow her to talk to other men, took her phone away, she didn¡¯t want to talk to

    him anymore, wouldn¡¯t evene close.

    Great, just great!

    The car rode smoothly, and before long, Lizetta drifted off to sleep unknowingly.

    She was exhausted, inside and out, body and soul.

    Her body gradually slumped, and her head swayed towards the car window.

    Just in time, Remington leaned over, hisrge palm pressing against the window ss.

    Lizetta¡¯s head bumped into his palm, and then he shifted to sit beside her.

    He lifted her legs gently, letting her lie across hisp.

    The woman in her slumber was oblivious, turning to find a morefortable spot on the man¡¯s thigh,

    still

    muttering.

    ¡°Why won¡¯t you let me go, bad Remi.¡±

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    Remington looked down, watching the woman.

    A tear slid slowly from the corner of her eye, and Remington felt a tightness in his chest, gently wiping it

    away with his fingertip.

    ¡°Huh, even in dreams you want to escape me? Too bad, Liz, you¡¯ve missed your chance¡±

    Before, he had thought about letting go, even tried to.

    That was why he agreed the divorce with her, but he found he just couldn¡¯t do it.

    Now, she was carrying their child, and her chances were even slimmer.

    Even if she felt tormented, he could no longer afford to be soft¨Chearted and let her go!

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    Remington scooped up Lizetta and carried her back to the vi, and she was still out like a light, not

    even a peep from her when they entered.

    In the living room, ady doc was already on standby.

    As Remington walked in cradling Lizetta, the doc immediately stood up.

    With a slight nod from Remington, he headed upstairs, and the doc smartly trailed behind.

    After cing Lizetta on the bed, Remington stepped back and whispered to the doctor, ¡°Be gentle,

    don¡¯t wake her.¡±

    Turns out, the doc was an OB¨CGYN whiz, rousted out of bed in the dead of night. She came prepped

    for some serious drama, thinking maybe a pregnantdy was having a miscarriage or bleeding like

    crazy and couldn¡¯t make it to the hospital.

    But the scene in front of her was a far cry from what she¡¯d expected, leaving her with a mixed bag of

    emotions as she nodded and proceeded to check on the snoozing Lizetta.

    All the while, Remington was hovering nearby, his gaze heavy with concern.

    Once the doc finished her exam and stepped out of the bedroom, Remington hit her with the question,

    ¡°How¡¯s it looking?¡±

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    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, rest easy. Mrs. Dashiell and the little one inside are doing just fine. Though it seems Mrs.

    Dashiell has been running on fumestely, a bit on the delicate side, especially now that she¡¯s gotta

    nourish the baby. She needs to catch more Z¡¯s and pump up the nutrition.¡±

    Remington thought back to when they were in the car, recalling that waist of hers, still as slender as a

    reed.

    If he hadn¡¯t known for sure she was expecting, he¡¯d never believe such a fragile little ce was secretly

    nurturing their little peanut.

    A tad anxious, he asked, ¡°So, the baby¡¯s not doing well?¡±

    ¡°No, no, not at all. The kiddo¡¯s as healthy as can be, strong heartbeat and all. You can take a chill pill,

    Mr. Dashiell.¡±

    Only then did Remington covertly breathe a sigh of relief. The doc caught his worried look and felt like

    she¡¯d just been forced to witness their love storyte at night.

    Little did she know, a stronger one was already en route.

    ¡°I kinda lost control earlier, uh, we, you know¡­¡±

    Even Remington, trying to keep his cool, couldn¡¯t help but show a tinge of difort when bringing up

    birds and the bees.

    The doc, though, had seen it all, and with a knowing smile, she reassured him, ¡°No worries, Mr.

    Dashiell. Your wife¡¯s safely in the second trimester, which is a pretty stable time for the baby. Intimacy

    is fine, but keep it mellow, not too rough or too long, and mind the hygiene.¡±

    Remington¡¯s ears turned a shade of pink, slightly embarrassed.

    But he was all ears, taking it in seriously.

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    Seeing his earnestness, the doc knew he was deeply caring for his wife. With that attitude, they were

    likely in good hands, so she didn¡¯t need to nag anymore. She nodded and said, ¡°Love is the best care

    there is. You¡¯re so devoted, Mr. Dashiell, I¡¯ve got nothing else to add. Congrats on the uing

    fatherhood.¡±

    Remington gave a gracious nod, ¡°Thanks.¡±

    He sent Edith to see the doc out.

    After a shower in the next room and thinking of the doc¡¯s hygiene advice, he gently helped Lizetta clean

    up before finally cuddling up with her for the night.

    Lizetta slept like a rock, all the worries of taking off had been weighing on her mind until now. It felt like

    both shoes had finally hit the floor, and she was worry¨Cfree atst.

    What woke her up was her rumbling stomach.

    Rubbing her belly, she opened her eyes to a familiar handsome face.

    Sunlight poured in through the floor¨Cto¨Cceiling windows, bathing his good looks in a golden glow as he

    laid beside her, holding her in a possessive, tender embrace.

    And get this, he was wide awake.

    It was as if he¡¯d been lying there, watching her for ages, just waiting for her to open her eyes and see

    him.

    For the first time in their two years of marriage, she woke up to his face. Lizetta was totally

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    ¡°What in you staring at me like that for? You don¡¯t recognize me after just one sleep?¡±

    Lizetta had this bewildered and incredulous look in her eyes, as if she couldn¡¯t believe what she was

    seeing.

    Remington¡¯s eyebrows lifted slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke.

    It was the familiar voice.

    But Lizetta still felt like she was dreaming, maybe she really wasn¡¯t fully awake yet.

    ¡°Did I open my eyes the wrong way or something?¡±

    She blinked a couple of times, muttering to herself before she squeezed her eyes shut again and then

    snapped them open fiercely.

    The person in front of her didn¡¯t vanish.

    Yet, this kind of stuff usually only happens in dreams, right?

    Lizetta raised her hand, wanting to touch the man¡¯s handsome face, but also scared that she might

    shatter the beautiful dream, like popping a bubble.

    Her hand paused in the air until Remington reached up, took her hand, and ced it on his cheek.

    The real, warm touch snapped Lizetta back to reality.

    It really was him.

    She remembered now, he had dragged her back from the airport yesterday.

    ¡°What are you mumbling about? Sleepy head or just in hungry?¡±

    Remington pinched Lizetta¡¯s hand gently and then ran his fingers through her hair, his voice soft and

    yful.

    Lizetta blushed slightly, her eyshes fluttering.

    *Did

    ¡°Did you sleep herest night?¡±

    ¡°Where else?¡±

    Remington shot back, his tone almost defiant.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t get it, ¡°What do you mean where else? You never used to cuddle me in sleep before, and

    now after we¡¯ve divorced, you. Mmph!¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t finish her sentence as Remington leaned in and kissed her.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes widened.

    Wasn¡¯t he a germaphobe?

    She hadn¡¯t even brushed her teeth when she woke up, no, she hadn¡¯t brushed themst night either.

    She was grossed out by her own morning breath, and pushed the man away in embarrassment.

    Remington seemed to just give her a simple good morning kiss and let go of her without lingering.

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    But then he pinched Lizetta¡¯s cheek gently and said.

    ¡°In the past, as a husband, I admittedly didn¡¯t do my job. So from now on, I¡¯m going to make up for it.

    We¡¯ve only registered for divorce, we¡¯re not actually divorced yet. During this time, you better get rendy

    and get used to waking up in your hubby¡¯s arms every day.¡±

    Lizetta understood each word he said, but when strung together, she was lost.

    Yet she was also captivated by the beautiful Image he painted with his words.

    Because that was the most beautiful married life she had ever fantasized about, just thinking about it

    filled her heart with happiness.

    She stared nkly at Remington, but the man had already gotten out of bed and was reaching out to

    her.

    ¡°Edith has had breakfast ready for a while now, you can¡¯t go hungry. Now that you¡¯re awake, hurry up

    and wash up, let¡¯s go eat.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s head was still spinning, as if she really was groggy from sleep.

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    She didn¡¯t catch the underlying meaning in Remington¡¯s words and instinctively reached out her hand

    into his palm, allowing him to pull her out of bed and lead her into the bathroom.

    Standing in front of the washbasin, Remington grabbed a toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and

    handed it to her.

    Lizetta took it slowly, feeling like she was transported back to her childhood.

    There was a time when she was growing so much that she could never wake up on time, often

    ignoring. the rm and risking beingte.

    Remington would drag her out of bed, squeeze the toothpaste like now, and with an impatient rub of

    her head and a mischievous smile, he¡¯d tease her.

    ¡°If you¡¯rete and the teacher makes you stand, don¡¯te crying to me.¡±¡±

    ¡°What are you spacing out for? Need me to brush for you?¡±

    ut as if he

    Seeing Lizetta just standing there, holding the toothbrush but not moving, Remington reached out was

    really going to brush her teeth for her.

    That was when Lizetta snapped out of it, turning her head and hurriedly stuffing the toothbrush into her

    mouth.

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    Lizetta was brushing her teeth when Remington just stood there, ogling her.

    She nced at him, a bit puzzled.

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you gonna brush your teeth?¡±

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    She said this, while her eyes unintentionally scanned the toiletries nearby, slowing down her brushing

    rhythm.

    Only now did she realize that she was in Oakridge Heights, their marital home, the ce they once

    shared. When she left, she had only packed some clothes, nothing else.

    But now, she noticed that everything in Oakridge Heights was left untouched.

    Her toiletries were still there toothbrush, towel, mouthwash cup,b, makeup, and even her hair ties

    were hanging from the hooks under the towel rack.

    It was as if she had never left.

    Well, that was not entirely true, there was a change.

    Lizetta noticed that next to her stuff, someone else¡¯s belongings had been added.

    Remington¡¯s toiletries, ced right beside hers, of varying heights and sizes, made everything look like

    it was in pairs.

    Her items were in warm tones, while his were in cool tones.

    But many of these items were couple¨Cthemed, handpicked by Lizetta herself.

    These items held her hopes and dreams.

    Back then, Remington never shared her bed, they slept in separate rooms whenever he asionally

    returned home.

    His toiletries used to be in the bathroom of the adjacent room.

    But now, after her departure, they¡¯d somehow made their way into the master bathroom, catching

    Lizetta off¨Cguard.

    This discovery threw her thoughts into chaos.

    ¡°I already freshened up, been to thepany for two meetings.¡±

    His voice came from beside her, snapping Lizetta back to reality.

    Looking at the clock, it was alreadyte morning. Remington was a stickler for routine, always up at 6

    AM

    for a run.

    And only now did Lizetta realize that he wasn¡¯t in his loungewear but dressed in a suit and shoes.

    So, he hadn¡¯t woken up next to her after all.

    Maybe he wasn¡¯t even by her sidest night; perhaps he had just happened to be there when she woke

    up.

    But what was the deal with those toiletries?

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    Did he move into the master bedroom after she left?

    Why?

    Lizetta felt like a total loser, getting all worked up over Remington¡¯s actions, which might not mean

    anything at all.

    She brushed her teeth vigorously, trying to force herself not to look or think too much.

    ¡°Could you head out? I¡¯ll be down in a bit after I get ready.¡±

    She urged Remington to leave, not understanding what was so interesting about watching her brush

    her

    teeth.

    But Remington seemed a bit concerned. He nodded and before leaving, he reminded her.

    ¡°No rush, take your time.¡±

    Ever since he learned about her pregnancy, he had been on edge.

    He was treating her as if she was made of delicate ss, always wanting to keep her in sight.

    He was restless in his heart while at the Starlight Group for meetings this morning.

    He had nned toe back for lunch with her, but by mid¨Cmorning, he couldn¡¯t hold out any longer

    and rushed back early, postponing his work.

    This was unprecedented.

    When Lizetta came downstairs, sure enough, Edith had prepared avish breakfast.

    Remington was already seated at the table, legs crossed, casually flipping through a financial

    newspaper.

    As Lizetta approached, he ced the paper aside and stood up to pull out the chair next to him for her.

    Lizetta had intended to sit across from him, but seeing his actions, she reluctantly took the seat beside

    him.

    His chivalry didn¡¯t stop there; during the meal, he kept asking if she wanted to try this or that.

    She was starving and ate quickly, but he kept reminding her to slow down and poured her a ss of

    water to keep close.

    He even took a napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth whenever a bit of soup ended up there.

    Lizetta felt coddled like a baby, and she didn¡¯t just enjoy it, she was downright ufortable.

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    When Remington reached out to help Lizetta fuck a strand of hair behind her ear for the umpteenth

    time, she blocked his hand.

    She turned to look at him, ¡°Remi, aren¡¯t you gonna grab a bite?¡±

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    It seemed like Remington had been so busy fussing over her that he hadn¡¯t even touched his

    silverware.

    ¡°I had a bite earlier. I¡¯m good just watching you eat.¡±

    Lizetta was left speechless

    But being watched like a hawk while eating was kind of a pressure cooker for her.

    ¡°I¡¯ll get indigestion, what are you up to?¡±

    Lizetta put down her utensils and faced Remington, deciding to ditch the meal altogether.

    A shadow passed over Remington¡¯s deep eyes. He just wanted to have a meal with her, and now she

    was talking indigestion.

    Remington¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line, he nodded slightly, and stood up.

    ¡°I¡¯ll be in the living room. Have a little more to eat.¡±

    He strode towards the living room, leaving Lizetta biting her lip, sensing a tinge of loneliness in his

    departing figure.

    She instantly felt a pang of guilt, as if she¡¯d done something to wound him.

    Oh, the tragedy of being apdog!

    No way, no how.

    Lizetta pped her head and kept on eating.

    After finishing her meal and stepping out of the dining room, she found Remington on the couch

    scrolling through his phone, bathed in sunlight, his watch casting a cool gleam, exuding an air of

    detached elegance and indifference.

    It was like the man who had been so attentive during her meal had vanished.

    But this was more like him, and it actually helped Lizetta unwind.

    She walked over, plopped down on the couch, and reached out to him.

    ¡°Where¡¯s my phone?¡±

    Her phone had been confiscated by Remington since yesterday. She had looked for it earlier in her

    room after freshening up but couldn¡¯t find it.

    She had promised Ynda she¡¯d check in uponnding, and she hadn¡¯t yet, probably leaving her

    friend. worried sick.

    Instead of responding to her question, Remington grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand, saying, ¡°I¡¯m keeping your

    phone for now. You¡¯ll get it back once you¡¯ve sorted things out in your head.¡±

    Lizetta was stumped. ¡°Sorted what out? What do you mean?¡±

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    ¡°It¡¯s about realizing what you should tell me, and understanding that leaving me isn¡¯t the smartest

    move.¡±

    His voice was low and smooth, even mild

    But the domineering undertone sent a shiver down Lizetta¡¯s spine.

    it hit her that Remington¡¯s interference wasn¡¯t a whim, not just because he was irked by her escape,

    wanting to shame her onest time.

    He was serious¡ªhe had regrets!

    Regrets about the divorce, turning her whole n upside down.

    The window of freedom she had struggled to crack open was mmed shut with a simple p from

    him, sealed tight

    Lizetta was livid, yanking her hand back and grabbing a cushion to hurl at him.

    Tve got nothing to sort out! You¡¯re the one who needs a reality check, Remington¨Care you out of your

    mind?¡±

    He caught the cushion effortlessly, his eyebrows not even flinching.

    ¡°No, you¡¯lle around. Just chill at home and think some more. I¡¯ve got a business lunch, can¡¯t join

    you. but I¡¯ll be back for dinner¡±

    With that he stood up, leaned in to peck her on the head before she could react, and then he was off

    with long strides.

    Lizetta¡¯s chest heaved with emotion, and she couldn¡¯t help but dash after him.

    But as soon as she reached the foyer, two servants popped up, blocking her way.

    ¡°Move it¡±

    ¡°Mrs Dashiell, where do you wish to go?¡±

    The servants were respectful yet unyielding.

    Lizetta red at them. ¡°Did Remington forbid me to go out?¡±

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell mentioned you need rest. If you¡¯d like to stroll, we¡¯re to apany you in the garden. If

    you wish to go out, Mr. Dashiell will take you after he¡¯s finished with his work.¡±

    So, basically, she was confined to the Oakridge Heights vi.

    Lizettaughed out of sheer frustration. Remington was actually restricting her freedom!

    What was he ying at? Was he nning to keep her locked up until she agreed to call off the divorce,

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    ¡°What if I just have to go out Lizetta fumed, trying to barge through.

    Two servants instantly squeezed together in front of her, forming a barricade of flesh, begging and

    pleading

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, I¡¯m a single mom, my kid¡¯s dad is a deadbeat gambler and drunk, totally unreliable, and

    jobs are hard toe by. Have a heart, please.¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, you are the kindest soul, my mother¡¯s half paralyzed at home, I can¡¯t afford to lose my

    job.¡±

    Lizetta was left speechless.

    She once had a devil of a father who was a drunkard and gambler too, and a brother in a vegetative

    state.

    She wasn¡¯t sure if these servants were spinning tales or not, but she instantly felt their pain,

    She¡¯s always had a soft spot, and feeling suffocated, she turned around and marched upstairs.

    Lizetta scampered off to the study, fired up theputer, only to find the inte was dead as a

    doornail. Fuming, she stormed out of the study, bumping into Edith who was bringing her a fruit tter.

    Edith tried to reason with her, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, don¡¯t butt heads with Mr. Dashiell. Just butter him up a bit,

    he really does care about you¡±

    ¡°Caring about me by keeping me prisoner? Oh, I¡¯m just overwhelmed with gratitude

    Lizetta rolled her eyes and reached out to Edith, ¡°Hand over your phone, I need to use it.¡±

    Edith immediately shook her head, ¡°Sorry, Mrs. Dashiell, didn¡¯t bring it with me.¡±

    ¡°I need to call Remington¡±

    Hearing this, Edith¡¯s face didn¡¯t even twitch as she fished out her phone from her pocket.

    ¡°Oops, look at that, silly me, the phone was in my pocket all along. Let me dial it for you.¡±

    Edith dialed and handed the phone to Lizetta.

    A man¡¯s deep and steady voice came through quickly. Is she behaving? What is she up to?¡±

    Lizetta chuckled, ¡°Oh, she¡¯s as good as gold, just sitting here cursing you to step in dog poop, get stuck

    in traffic every time you drive, choke every time you drink, trip over your own feet, have bad luck if you

    don¡¯t smile, and lose a tooth when you do!¡±

    Lizetta let loose a tirade, not even halfway done, when a low, maic chuckle sounded from the other

    end of the line.

    Theugh seemed to vibrate through his chest, sending electric shivers straight to Lizetta¡¯s ear

    She rarely heard himugh with such pleasure, she thought he must be nuts

    Her annoyance grew, ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡±

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell you are quite adorable¡±

    Remington¡¯sughter faded, his voice lifting slightly.

    Cursing him so sweetly and cutely, not a hint of venom, what damage could it possibly do?

    Her heart, after all, was still tender towards him.

    With that thought, a softness seemed to crumble inside Remington too.

    He added, ¡°The doctor said you¡¯ve been too stressedtely. Just rest up at home, let Edith know

    whatever you want to eat. If the servants can¡¯t make it, tell me, I¡¯ll bring it home after work, or we can

    go out and eat together tonight.¡±

    He spoke softly, but Lizetta¡¯s frown deepened.

    ¡°Give me back the phone, let the servants let me out, I promise, I won¡¯t leave for now, okay? I need to

    get in touch with Yoli.¡±

    She didn¡¯t finish her sentence, as Remington interrupted.

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    ¡°I¡¯ll inform Ynda, don¡¯t worry about it.¡±

    Lizetta clenched her teeth, ¡°Remington, what the hell are you up to?¡±

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯ve said it this morning, I wasn¡¯t a good husband before, I hope during this period, I get a chance

    to make it up to you.¡±

    He hung up after saying that.

    Lizetta clutched the phone, feeling like she had punched a cotton ball, only more stifled.

    But what was that about a doctor?

    Lizetta frowned at Edith, ¡°What doctor did he mention?¡±

    Edith, however, plucked the phone from Lizetta¡¯s hand with a smile, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, I really don¡¯t know,

    you should ask Mr. Dashiellter if you want to know. If there¡¯s nothing else, I¡¯ll head down now.¡±

    She shoved the fruit tter into Lizetta¡¯s hands and headed downstairs.

    Left with no other choice, Lizetta decided to channel her anger into appetite, stabbing fiercely into a

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    Lizetta must¡¯ve been really beat, cause she took another nap in the afternoon.

    When she woke up, there was a killer sunset outside the window, sshing the floor with all sorts of

    vibrant colors

    Lizetta headed downstairs and Edith greeted her with a chuckle.

    Mrs. Dashiell, you tide you over?¡±

    must be starving, Mr. Dashiell ain¡¯t back yet. How about a little dessert or something to

    Being cooped up, Lizetta did nothing but eat and sleep, she felt like Remington was fattening her pig

    for the ughter.

    She wasn¡¯t feeling peckish, shook her head and asked, ¡°Did he say when he¡¯d be back?¡±

    After a day to simmer down, Lizetta had chilled out quite a bit.

    She figured she¡¯d have a real talk with Remington when he got back.

    ???

    like a

    Edith shook her head, ¡°No call from Mr. Dashiell. Want me to pass you the phone so you can give him

    a nudge? He¡¯d probably be thrilled.¡±

    As Edith went to get the phone, Lizetta quickly waved it off.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.

    ¡°Nah, don¡¯t bother, I¡¯m not waiting on him. It¡¯s his call toe back or not.¡±

    She didn¡¯t want to be the one chasing him with calls.

    Thinking back, Lizetta remembered all the times she had cooked dinner and waited for Remington at

    home, calling to nag and ask when he¡¯d be back. How often had those calls gone unanswered? Many

    times, she had to ring Cedric.

    And the answer was always the same: Remington was busy, couldn¡¯t make it back.

    Lizetta plopped down on the living room sofa and started flipping through TV channels out of boredom.

    The twilight sky was slowly swallowed by darkness, and one by one, the garden lights came on

    outside.

    Still no sound of a car pulling in.

    Getting hungry, Lizetta stood up and told Edith to get dinner ready.

    Edith hesitated, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, maybe you should wait for Mr. Dashiell a bit longer, or I could give him

    at call.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes went icy as she headed for the dining room.

    ¡°So what, if he doesn¡¯te back, I don¡¯t get to eat?¡±

    ¡°Oh no, it¡¯s just that Mr. Dashiell said he would be back, he¡¯s sure to return,¡± Edith quickly gestured,

    trying to exin.

    But Lizetta¡¯s expression turned even colder; Edith got the hint that Lizetta had been stood up again.

    Without another word, Edith silently instructed the servants to prepare the meal.

    Remington didn¡¯t return, but Lizetta¡¯s appetite wasn¡¯t dampened; she ate quite a bit.

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    After dinner, she took a couple of strolls around the garden with the servants to digest, then changed

    into her dance gear and practiced the basics for an hour in the dance studio.

    Then she went back to her room to wash up and hit the sack.

    The next day. Lizetta woke up and instinctively reached out to the spot beside her.

    It was cold as ice, empty as could be.

    Laughable, really.

    The man who promised toe back, to make amends, to fulfill his husbandly duties, locked her up

    here, and then didn¡¯te home all night.

    What¡¯s funnier was that she couldn¡¯t keep her cool.

    No matter how calm and indifferent she seemed, her heart still felt the cold spread into a wave of loss

    and pain.

    Lizettay back down, slowly withdrew her hand, curled up, and closed her eyes again.

    She couldn¡¯t help wondering if Remington had gone to Evelina again.

    Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.

    They were quick, definitely the sound of dress shoes on the floor, and they approached her bedroom

    door fast.

    The door swung open, and a fire ignited in Lizetta¡¯s chest.

    With gritted teeth, she spat, ¡°I just cursed you in my dreamsst night, how can you still be back? Tell

    me, why¡¯d you confiscate my phone? Afraid the crematorium would call to ask how well¨Cdone you

    are?¡± After her outburst, no reply came. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a pillow and, without looking,

    hurled it towards the doorway.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, it¡¯s me.¡±

    The pillow hit someone, but it wasn¡¯t Remington.

    Cedric stood at the door, bewildered for a moment before he caught on.

    Holy smokes, Mrs. Dashiell was basically cursing Mr. Dashiell, wondering why he hadn¡¯t kicked the

    bucket.

    yet.

    But the thing was, Remington really was in deep trouble ¨C rushed to the ICU and all.

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    Lizetta stood there, staring nkly at Cedric standing at the door, feeling a wave of disappointment

    crash over her, and so awkward she wanted to dig a hole and bury Remington in it.

    ¡°Cedric, why is it you? Uh, sorry about just now.¡±

    Lizetta apologized but also frowned.

    This was her and Remington¡¯s bedroom, and Cedric barging in without even knocking was both rude

    and weird.

    The next second, Cedric¡¯s words exined this odd behavior.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell was attacked yesterday, got seriously Injured, was fighting for his life all

    night and has now been rushed to the ICU. You should hurry and see him before it¡¯s toote to catch

    his final

    moments.¡±

    Cedric had been assigned by Remington to y ¡°Director of Women¡¯s Affairs¡± for a day and had been

    the spectacle for the Starlight Group¡¯s employees, which totally wrecked him.

    Cedric just wanted Remington to win his wife back pronto and get his head straight.

    So, Cedricid it on thick. He bit his tongue, and tears started falling.

    Lizetta just gawked at him, her brain went nk for a sec, her body froze.

    But she quickly scoffed, ¡°Cedric, what kind of trick is Remington pulling now? He¡¯s in cahoots with you,

    right? Hey, our country¡¯s pretty safe, and besides, this is Zion City! You¡¯re telling me Remington just

    gets attacked like that?¡±

    No way!

    The only time Remington¡¯s dealing with death was when he¡¯s dishing it out.

    If something happened to Remington, Zion City would be up in arms, not this quiet!

    Probably Remington was out with Evelina against night. He used to unt his time with his old me,

    and now he¡¯s gotten sneaky about it?

    She thought, ¡°I can¡¯t freak out! Definitely can¡¯t believe this.¡±

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s face full of anger and icy disdain, Cedric had a two¨Csecond silent vigil for his boss.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, it¡¯s all true, check out this video if you don¡¯t believe me.¡±

    Cedric stepped forward and handed his phone to Lizetta.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell was thinking of you on his way home from work yesterday. He remembered how much

    you loved the rose pastries and sugar¨Csteamed cheesecakes from Blissful Bites Restaurant, so he

    made a detour to buy some for you. But as he came out of Blissful Bites Restaurant, he was,¡±

    As Cedric spoke, Lizetta had already taken the phone and started the video.

    The footage was shaky, taken from across the street unintentionally.

    But she recognized Remington¡¯s tall and slender silhouette carrying the pastry box, leaving Blissful

    Bites Restaurant in an instant.

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    He was wearing the same dark gray suit from yesterday when he left the house, head down, seemingly

    adjusting a ribbon on the pastry box.

    Suddenly, a woman in a coat bumped into him. Remington¡¯s towering figure stiffened for a moment.

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    Then he shoved the woman away, but staggered several steps backward himself. That woman, now

    pushed aside, lunged at Remington again with a knife in her hand, its de glinting coldly.

    Screams erupted around them, and bodyguards rushed forward, pinning the woman to the ground.

    Remington, however, knelt on one knee, clutching his abdomen, still holding the pastry box.

    The video abruptly ended, and Lizetta¡¯s pale face trembled, her phone dropping to the floor.

    Remington was truly stabbed!

    But how could he be dying? She had so much to say to him.

    When he left home yesterday, they even had a fight.

    This couldn¡¯t be happening!

    Lizetta suddenly turned and dashed out, not even bothering to put on her slippers properly.

    Edith and Cedric caught up, helping her into a coat.

    On the way to the hospital, Lizetta was frantic, her face ghostly.

    The image of Remington kneeling on the ground from the video haunted her, his hand on his abdomen,

    blood seeping out.

    Screams were echoing in her ears.

    Lizetta took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and asked Cedric with a shaky voice.

    ¡°Who was that crazy woman? Did they take her to the police station?¡±

    ¡°Well, Mrs. Dashiell, you might want to ask Mr. Dashiell about that,¡± Cedric said, looking like he was

    holding back.

    Lizetta felt even more strongly that he was hiding something. ¡°What¡¯s really going on? Could it be this

    has something to do with me?¡±

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    Cedric looked troubled, but then gritted his teeth and nodded.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, do you still remember Daniel?¡±

    Of course, Lizetta remembered that scumbag who tried to get fresh with her. She had whacked him

    one good, andter, he got what wasing to him. While in the hospital, someone seeking revenge

    castrated him, and the whole debacle even hit the news.

    She had seen that news piece and even buzzed Remington to see if he had a hand in Daniel¡¯s fate.

    Remington acted clueless about the whole thing, so she didn¡¯t think much of it.

    But now, when Lizetta heard Cedric suddenly bring up that name again, her already pale face looked

    even more fragile.

    Her voice trembling, she asked, ¡°Could it be that Daniel¡¯s incident was really Remi¡¯s doing? What¡¯s the

    deal between that crazy woman and Daniel?¡±

    Cedric let out a sigh, ¡°I won¡¯t hide it from you, Mrs. Dashiell, Danielmitted suicide in prisonst

    month, and the woman who stabbed the president is Daniel¡¯s mom, Iris March. Iris had only Daniel for

    a child. After the mess he caused, the March family¡¯s reputation took a nosedive, and their business

    tanked. Daniel¡¯s dad divorced Iris, hooked up with his side chick, and even brought his love child home.

    Iris was devastated, and on top of that, she was diagnosed withte¨Cstage pancreatic cancer recently.

    Clearly a goner, she decided to go all out for revenge.¡±

    When Cedric finished speaking, Lizetta¡¯s hands twisted together tightly. She felt weak, like her strength

    was sapped away, leaning back in her chair.

    She hadn¡¯t anticipated that Remington had orchestrated Daniel¡¯s incident.

    And now, because of it, he was facing this bloody disaster. Daniel had iting, really.

    ¡°It¡¯s my fault, all because of me.¡±

    Lizetta muttered, her eyes brimming with tears.

    Seeing her like this, Cedric was indignant on her behalf.

    ¡°Please don¡¯t think that way, Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell wouldn¡¯t want you to think like that either.

    You¡¯re the victim, not the perp. It¡¯s Iris who raised a son without a shred of decency, causing harm to so

    many girls and families. Daniel getting jailed was just deserts. Iris not reflecting on her failure as a

    parent anding after Mr. Dashiell for revenge just shows the apple doesn¡¯t fall far from the tree!¡±

    However, Cedric¡¯s words didn¡¯t sink in for Lizetta.

    She was overwhelmed with guilt and worry, thinking back to herst call with Remington where she had

    cursed him with harsh words.

    The unease and sorrow in her heart entwined around it like vines, making it hard for her to breathe.

    A sharp pain came from her lower abdomen, and Lizetta bent over slightly, pressing down with her

    hand.

    ¡°Joy, are you ming me too? Are you worried about your daddy as well?¡±

    At the hospital, Lizetta followed Cedric to the ICU entrance. Before they could even ask the doctor if

    they could go in, doctors and nurses with somber expressions came out.

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    Lizetta immediately approached, grabbing the doctor¡¯s arm.

    ¡°Doctor, is he out of danger?¡±

    ¡°Are you family? What took you so long!¡±

    The doctor frowned and sighed, ¡°Sorry, we did all we could. The patient just passed away, at least it

    was peaceful. Go in and say your goodbyes.¡±

    Lizetta felt the world spin, letting go of the doctor¡¯s arm.

    The doctor left with the nurses, and Lizetta saw the scene inside the room.

    The person on the bed was covered with a white sheet from head to toe, motionless.

    Lizetta wanted to step forward, but her body had no strength left.

    ¡°No, I don¡¯t believe it, this can¡¯t be happening!¡±

    She hadn¡¯t even told him they were expecting a baby.

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    She hadn¡¯t told him how much she truly, deeply loved him. How could everything just end like this!

    Lizetta stiffly lifted a foot, feeling like she was stepping on clouds, her body swaying and darkness

    closing in as she started to fall backward.

    But then, she was caught by a familiar force, pulled into an embrace, and arge hand covered her

    eyes, a deep voiceing from above.

    ¡°Why are you crying?¡±

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    The familiar scent of Remington wafted into her nostrils, every bit of it Lizetta found irresistibly

    intoxicating.

    But she was frozen, too scared to move, too scared to lift her hand and pull away therge palm

    covering her eyes.

    She was terrified that once she moved the hand away, the person behind her wouldn¡¯t be Remington at

    all, but a figment of her imagination.

    Or worse, he might just morph into a puff of smoke and vanish right in front of her eyes..

    She feared that everything that had just happened was real, and that the present moment was the cruel

    reality she couldn¡¯t face, conjured up from her fantasies.

    She stood motionless, her tears silently streaming down one after another.

    They quickly dampened the palm of Remington¡¯s hand.

    Remington felt his heart softening from her tears, thumping non¨Cstop.

    And it hurt him so much.

    Especially knowing she was pregnant, Remington was even more nervous and flustered.

    He gently lifted her trembling shoulders, coaxing her to turn around and face him.

    He bent down, tenderly cradling Lizetta¡¯s face, his thumb wiping away the tears from her eyes and

    cheeks with a voice as gentle as could be.

    ¡°Liz, sweetie, open your eyes and look at me, will ya? I¡¯m right here, everything¡¯s alright.¡±

    Lizetta kept her eyes tightly shut, her eyshes quivering, tears seeping out and wetting her pale

    cheeks, looking downright pitiful.

    She shook her head, ¡°I¡¯m scared, I knew it, it¡¯s all not real, just my delusions

    Her crying intensified, tears as big as beans slipping through Remington¡¯s fingers.

    Remington never expected that trying tofort her like he did when they were kids would end up

    making her cry even harder.

    He didn¡¯t know what went wrong, she wouldn¡¯t open her eyes to see him, as if she had retreated into

    her

    own world.

    Remington was anxious and at a loss, so he just lowered his head, kissed her damp face and

    continued to whisper soothingly.

    ¡°Liz, don¡¯t be scared, when have I ever lied to you?¡±

    Lizetta was truly scared, choking on her sobs

    ¡°You¡¯re not him, you¡¯re lying. Remi don¡¯t want me anymore. He hasn¡¯t called me Liz in so long.¡±

    Lizetta was terribly frightened, her mind in a daze.

    When she said this, aplex and pained look shed across Remington¡¯s eyes. He felt utterly

    terrible.

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    He had made her feel so insecure and heartbroken.

    Remington¡¯s embrace became restrained and gentle, as if afraid of startling the girl in his arms.

    He whispered softly in her ear, ¡°No, I haven¡¯t stopped wanting Liz. I swear, I¡¯m alive and kicking, and

    will continue to protect you for a lifetime. Sweetie, open your eyes and look at me, okay?¡±

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    But Remington¡¯s tenderness made Lizetta fool even more like it was an illusion.

    She was a scaredy¨Ccat.

    She didn¡¯t dare open her eyes to see if the person in front of her really existed.

    Nor did she dare to run into the hospital room to pull back the white sheet and see who was really

    underneath.

    She felt like she was in a nightmare, everything blurry and unreal.

    She didn¡¯t know that Remington, holding her cheeks, had a face full of pity, distress, and sweat beading

    on his forehead from worry.

    Remington¡¯s icy gaze lifted, giving Cedric a look.

    That look was sharper than any knife,

    Cedric shuddered, regretting terribly at that moment.

    It was his fault, trying to make Lizetta feel sorry for Remington by exaggerating the situation and

    showing her that terrifying video without permission.

    Who would have thought it would actually scare Lizetta stiff, and then identally coinciding with the

    ICU incident, causing such a big misunderstanding.

    Cedric hurriedly tried to make amends, stepping forward and saying, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, there¡¯s been a

    mistake! The person in the hospital room isn¡¯t Mr. Dashiell, I only just found out that Mr. Dashiell was

    out of mortal danger this morning and has been moved to the regr ward next door! Mrs. Dashiell, I¡¯m

    so

    sorry!¡±

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    Remington was frowning with displeasure. He couldn¡¯t believe that after all the sweet¨Ctalking he did,

    the girl was still upset, yet a few words from Cedric seemed to do the trick.

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    He felt like his assistant was getting worse nt reading the room, throwing him under the bus at a time

    like

    this

    But then, in the next second.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes suddenly flew open, and she looked up at him, even grabbing his hand in return.

    Remington was taken aback. ¡°Liz?¡±

    Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and her vision became clearer.

    She realized the man standing before her was indeed Remington. He was still in his hospital gown,

    looking pale and worn out, with ashen lips.

    But there he was, alive and kicking, the very same Remington who would hold her and kiss her.

    ¨C

    In a sh, Lizetta felt a surge of life within her, as a torrent of emotions ¨C fear, worry, joy ripped through

    her heart.

    She practically fell apart, reaching out and hugging Remington tightly, bursting into tears.

    ¡°Remington! I hate you to death! Was this some kind of sick joke? Because it wasn¡¯t funny at all!¡±

    Remington hugged her back, a hint of a smile softening his usually cool features as he spoke

    soothingly.

    ¡°Yeah, my bad, stop crying now. You had me scared too.¡±

    Her tears were flowing like a river by now.

    Assured that the man before her was real and okay, Lizetta realized there were quite a few onlookers.

    Cedric and the bodyguards, along with nurses and passersby, they were all watching this scene.

    Thinking about the foolishness she had just disyed and Remington tenderlyforting her, Lizetta

    was suddenly ovee with embarrassment. She let go of Remington, looked down, wiped her face,

    and tried to make a quick exit.

    Remington grabbed her wrist, ¡°Feeling a bit sheepish now?¡±

    Lizetta tried to tug her hand free without thinking, and Remington winced, sucking in a breath of pain.

    Lizetta was startled and turned back to see him, his hand clutching his abdomen, his expression one of

    acute agony.

    Lizetta was shocked and blurted out without a second thought,

    ¡°You¡¯re hurt, and you still ran out of your room? Where¡¯s your ward? Let¡¯s get back there first.¡±

    From the video, Lizetta had seen quite clearly that Remington had indeed been stabbed by Iris,

    bleeding a lot.

    Now, with his baggy hospital gown, Lizetta couldn¡¯t tell the extent of his injuries.

    But seeing him up and walking, she guessed it couldn¡¯t be too serious, right?

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    Remington nodded, leaning heavily on Lizetta.

    ¡°The ward¡¯s just around the corner.

    Lizetta immediately helped Remington towards his room.

    Passing by Cedric, Remington turned to give him a look that sent a shiver down Cedric¡¯s spine.

    Lizetta helped Remington lie down on the hospital bed, feeling utterly disheveled with tear stains all

    over her face.

    She wanted to go to the bathroom to clean herself up, but as she turned to leave, Remington grabbed

    her wrist again and pulled her back.

    Lizetta stumbled onto him, worried she might have hurt his wound.

    But then he embraced her, his voice tinged withughter by her ear.

    ¡°So, Liz would actually be this heartbroken, shedding so many tears if I died, huh? I feel like even if I

    really kicked the bucket, I¡¯d die with no regrets.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to hear such ominous talk, so she grabbed the hospital gown around his waist.

    ¡°I still have so much to tell you, things I haven¡¯t said to you in person. Like, I¡¯m pregnant, we¡¯re going to

    have a baby, you¡¯re going to be a dad. Don¡¯t you dare talk like that! If you really dare to pull a stunt, I¡¯ll

    find Joy a new stepdad in a heartbeat!¡±

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    ¡°Jov?¡±

    Remington was momentarily stunned, but a slight smile began to y at the corners of his lips.

    Previously, she was so resistant to telling him about the pregnancy even under pressure.

    He knew it was because she had never let go of the Idea of divorcing him and walking away.

    Now that she had finally spilled the beans, could it mean that her thoughts had shifted?

    Lizetta nodded, taking Remington¡¯s hand and cing it on her belly, looking up at him with a mix of

    trepidation and nervousness.

    ¡°Remi, Joy is the nickname I¡¯ve given our baby; I¡¯ve been pregnant for over three months now.¡±

    Lizetta held her breath as she had just blurted out the news in an emotional whirlwind.

    She realized that no matter what, Remington was Joy¡¯s father, and he had the right to know.

    If something happened to him and he didn¡¯t even know about the baby, it would be an irreparable

    regret, both for him and for her and Joy.

    But the memory of Remington¡¯s cold response to her previous pregnancy and his indifferent ¡°Get rid of

    it¡± weighed heavily on Lizetta¡¯s heart.

    She was terrified that Remington¡¯s reaction to the news would not be joy, but anger and cruelty.

    Lizetta¡¯s grip on Remington¡¯s hand began to tremble and grow cold as she waited in vain for the burst

    of happiness she hoped to see on his face.

    He seemed so calm, so indifferent

    This was not the reaction of a dad¨Cto¨Cbe excited about the arrival of his child.

    Clearly, he wasn¡¯t looking forward to Joy¡¯s arrival; he didn¡¯t love this child.

    Perhaps to him, the baby¡¯s existence was just a take¨Cit¨Cor¨Cleave¨Cit detail, nothing more.

    All those thoughts of regret were just her getting carried away, her own emotional climax.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart sank bit by bit. Suddenly, she let go of his hand and stood up, ready to bolt.

    But before she could take a step, Remington reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.

    His deep voice came from behind, ¡°You¡¯re finally not keeping secrets from me? Lizetta, even if I were

    dead, don¡¯t you ever dream of letting another man be called daddy by my child!¡±

    His handsome face rested against Lizetta¡¯s lower back, his arms tightening.

    Lizetta froze, then slowly grasped the meaning of his words.

    She turned around in surprise, ¡°You knew? When did you find out?¡±

    Remington let go and pulled her to sit back down by the bed, his lips curving in a mocking smile, his

    eyes. dark and deep.

    ¡°What do you think? Lizetta, you sure went to great lengths to keep this from me, didn¡¯t you?¡±

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    Under his heavy, usatory gaze, Lizetta¡¯s palms began to swent with quilt.

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    She recalled how Remington had chased her back from the airport, persistently asking if she had

    anything

    to tell him.

    And in the car, how he had pressured her.

    So, he had known about the pregnancy all along and had used those tactics to force her to tell him

    personally

    Knowing everything already, yet he still toyed with her, yed her, watching her struggle in fear.

    He was such a jerk!

    Lizetta was livid, her eyes reddening as she red at Remington.

    ¡°Why do you think I kept it from you, huh? Is it not clear to you? Which pregnant woman wouldn¡¯t want

    to share the news with her husband immediately? Was it that I didn¡¯t want to tell you?¡±

    As Lizetta vented, anger and hurt filled her chest, and she couldn¡¯t help but burst into tears again.

    She thought of how other women¡¯s pregnancies were a shared joy with their husbands, how they were

    cared for like treasures, eagerly anticipating the baby¡¯s arrival together.

    But since her own pregnancy, she had been hiding and living in fear, anxious about the terror of her

    baby being rejected or even aborted by its biological father, Lizetta felt an overwhelming sadness.

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    ¡°Remington, you¡¯re totally not fit to be Joy¡¯s dad!*

    She choked up, fists clenched, ready to throw a punch at the man

    But then she remembered he was hurt, and her fists hung in the air, stopped mid¨Cswing.

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    Seeing this, Remington enveloped her small fists with hisrge palm, pressing them against his chest,

    and cooed in a soft voice.

    all ¡°Go on, hit me here. It¡¯s all my fault, why are you crying again? A woman carrying a baby shouldn¡¯t

    cry the time. I¡¯ve already got one big crybaby here, and if we end up with another little crybaby, how are

    we gonna live?¡±

    His tone was dripping with exaggerated regret.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but crack a slight smile at the corners of her lips, her embarrassment turning into

    anger.

    ¡°I am not a crybaby! And Joy¡¯s a good kid, definitely going to be a sunny, adorable, heartwarming baby,

    not a crybaby either!¡±

    Remington nodded, pulling her into his embrace, stroking her long hair.

    ¡°Alright, alright, neither you nor our child is a crybaby. Once Joy is born, you two can gang up on me,

    and I¡¯ll be the family¡¯s crybaby, how about that?¡±

    Hisrge hand sifted through Lizetta¡¯s hair, his warm fingertips gently massaging her head.

    His voice was low and soothing. Lizetta¡¯s ear pressed against his chest when she was listening to the

    rhythm of his heartbeat.

    Steady and deep, yet with a calming power.

    He talked about waiting for Joy to be born.

    He even said, ¡°our family.¡±

    He was really so gentle, so very gentle.

    Lizetta felt these in, unadorned words flow into her parched heart like a warm stream, soothing her

    fears, making her heartbeat race.

    She looked up at him somewhat dazed, gazing into Remington¡¯s eyes.

    ¡°Remi, are you looking forward to this baby being born?¡±

    She dared not blink, her nose reddened, her dewy face full of apprehension.

    Remington, unable to help himself, pinched her nose hard, his forehead resting against Lizetta¡¯s. He

    exhaled with a sigh.

    ¡°What silly thing are you saying? Isn¡¯t this baby mine?¡±

    ¡°Of course, it¡¯s yours!¡±

    Lizetta blushed with annoyance, and Remington slightly raised an eyebrow.

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    ¡°Since

    mine how could I not look forward to my own child being bom? My dear Liz, you have indeed. turned

    into a little gooftsall¡±

    Hearing this, Lizetta still telt like she was walking on air, a sense of unreality washing over her.

    She pushed Remington away, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

    But you were so careful with contraception before, you didn¡¯t want me to get pregnant, and don¡¯t you.

    remember what you said that one time? I didn¡¯t want to take the pill, and you said yourself that if it

    happened, weld just get rid of it. Not just me, Joy heard it tool¡±

    The pain and suffocation in Lizetta¡¯s heart spread again, his words had hurt her deeply.

    Like a shadow that lingered.

    Remington lifted a hand to his forehead, bending down to scoop Lizetta up onto the hospital bed.

    ¡°What are you doing? Aren¡¯t you hurt? Be careful with your wound.¡±

    As Remington moved, indeed he felt a tug at his injury.

    Sweat beaded on his brow, and his eyebrows knitted together..

    Lizetta got a fright, quickly straddling him with her legs, reaching to lift the hem of Remington¡¯s hospital

    gown.

    ¡°Let me see! Who told you to move?¡±

    The gown lifted, revealing the thick white bandages, but before Lizetta could get a good look, he

    grabbed her wrist to stop her.

    Lizetta looked up, meeting Remington¡¯s deep eyes, his voice tinged with helplessness.

    ¡°My s

    silly girl, I didn¡¯t not want our baby. I had my reasons for saying that before, I didn¡¯t know then that you

    were already carrying our child. If I had known, I wouldn¡¯t have said such hurtful things.¡±

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    Lizetta straddled Remington¡¯sp, arched her back n bit, and rubbed her belly, locking eyes with

    Remington

    ¡°Spill the beans to Joy right now, why the heck did you push me to pop birth control pills, and what¡¯s

    with the nasty talk?¡±

    She puffed up her cheeks, looking all fierce, but hershes were wot, and her bright, doe eyes seemed

    to be brimming with hurt.

    Remington¡¯s fingers lightly grazed the moist, curledshes still clinging to the corner of her eyes.

    The dampness touched the pads of his fingers, and as he rubbed them together, his heart felt a tinge of

    moisture too.

    ¡°Making you take birth control was indeed ¡®cause I didn¡¯t want us having a baby.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes brimmed with warmth, and her nose tinged pink.

    Seeing her on the verge of tears again, Remington, utterly exasperated, leaned in and kissed the

    corner of her eye.

    ¡°Don¡¯t jump to conclusions. I just don¡¯t want a baby right now, doesn¡¯t mean I don¡¯t want one ever.¡±

    ¡°But why?¡±

    ¡°What else could it be? You¡¯re still a kid yourself, how can you be ready to be a mom?¡±

    Remington looked at her puzzled face and felt even more helpless.

    But Lizetta wasn¡¯t having any of that answer, ring at him.

    ¡°Nonsense! I¡¯m twenty¨Ctwo, how am I still a kid? What¡¯s stopping me from being a mom?¡±

    Remington raised an eyebrow and pinched Lizetta¡¯s tear¨Cmoistened, chilly cheeks that were all puffed

    up with anger.

    ¡°The way you¡¯re crying and fussing now, you¡¯re acting like a kid.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s ¡®cause you ticked me off!¡± Lizetta retorted, not backing dow

    Remington chuckled, nodding, and pulled her into his embrace, whispering, ¡°Alright, alright, maybe in

    my eyes, you will always be the kid who never grows up. Plus, don¡¯t you have a clue about your own

    body?¡±

    He really did think that Lizetta was still young and wanted to wait a couple more years before going for

    a baby.

    After all, just a month or two ago, she had celebrated her twenty¨Csecond birthday.

    Back then, he had misunderstood that she drugged him four years ago to dodge a marriage to the

    White family.

    In his eyes, her reckless and willful behavior indeed wasn¡¯t mature or childlike.

    Lizetta felt a mix of embarrassment and a secret sweetness swell in her heart when he said she¡¯d

    always seem like a child to him.

    She pursed her lips, ¡°What¡¯s wrong with my body?¡±

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    She didn¡¯t quite get the gist of what he was implying.

    Remington looked down, his warm breath reaching her ear, his voice husky.

    ¡°Too tender, that scar down there is still there. You can¡¯t even handle my move, how can you bear a

    child?¡± It took Lizetta a moment to realize what he meant by ¡°down there,¡± and then she felt like she

    was thrown into a furnace, her entire being flushed with embarrassment.

    She remembered their chaotic first time, he was out of it that night, truly frightening

    Having juste of age, and coupled with the mismatch in size, Lizetta didn¡¯t enjoy a single moment

    that night, it was excruciating.

    When she woke up the next morning, the bed was covered in blood.

    Lizetta ended up getting stitches at the hospital and was left with that scar.

    But that scar¨Cshe had never even dared to look at it herself.

    How did he know it was still there?

    She felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, looking down, ¡°Liar, it¡¯s been four years, it must have

    healed and disappeared by now!¡±

    She wasn¡¯t prone to scarring.

    But Remington just chuckled lightly, giving her blushing earlobe a gentle bite.

    ¡°How would you know it disappeared? Have you checked?*

    That scar was in such a ce, how could she have possibly seen it?

    She wasn¡¯t a weirdo!

    Lizetta felt as if her whole body was on fire with embarrassment and annoyance, giving Remington a

    shove.

    ¡°I haven¡¯t!¡±

    ¡°If you haven¡¯t checked, you don¡¯t get a say. I know better.¡±

    So he meant he had seen it. Lizetta felt her toes curl up in awkward shame.

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    She raised her hand to cover Remington¡¯s mouth, not letting him talk anymore.

    A muffled chuckle came from Remington¡¯s chest, delighted by her bashfully teary appearance.

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    Remington¡¯s mouth was covered, but his thin lips were slightly moving, a muffled sound sneaking

    through Lizetta¡¯s fingers, ¡°Liz, it¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want you to get pregnant, it¡¯s just that I can¡¯t bear to

    He had been wheeled into surgery yesterday and naturally hadn¡¯t had the chance to spruce himself up

    this morning

    A stubble of short, rigid whiskers were poking out, casting a faint shadow of blue across his face,

    which, as he chuckled softly, tickled Lizetta¡¯s palm with a funny, tingling sensation.

    Lizetta withdrew her hand, her heart racing, as she gave him a hard stare

    ¡°Even so, you can¡¯t just say something that outrageous! Do you realize that you mentioned getting rid

    of the baby if we had one! Joy heard it too that day, after you left, I went to the bathroom and threw up

    the birth control pills, ended up retching for ages. I was freaking out, scared out of my wits, I even

    dreamed that I told you about the baby and you were not even slightly happy, and you wanted to push

    me onto the operating table¡±

    Remington pursed his lips and grabbed Lizetta¡¯s hand, intertwining their fingers.

    Tm sorry, but back then I had just found out about Joseph¡¯s condition, that it wasn¡¯t looking good, so I

    sent both our blood samples abroad for aprehensive gic test. There¡¯s a cousin on the Evert

    family side who also had leukemia. It hit him hard, and he didn¡¯t make it past twenty.¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t too familiar with Hanna¡¯s rtives, this was new to her.

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks, ¡°Do you suspect that this illness is passed down through the maternal

    genes?¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°Yes, I was afraid I might also carry the recessive gene for the disease and wanted

    to get it checked out. That¡¯s why I said what I did before the results came in.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face went pale for a moment, then she gripped Remington¡¯s hand tightly.

    ¡°So, have the resultse in yet?¡±

    Remington leaned down and gently kissed Lizetta¡¯s trembling lips, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Joy will be perfectly

    healthy.¡±

    The tests came back good; Joseph¡¯s leukemia wasn¡¯t due to a gic defect.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart, which had been in her throat, settled back down.

    Shocked to her core, she felt weak at the knees and nestled into Remington¡¯s embrace, bing

    quite

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    In the quiet hospital room, the sounds got steamier by the second.

    Lizetta tilted her head back, going from resisting to unconsciously wrapping her arms around his neck

    and pressing into his kiss.

    Remington¡¯s hand, no longer dry but burning hot, slipped under Lizetta¡¯s loose sweater, eagerly

    roaming over her soft, delicate back.

    Just as his fingers were deftly undoing her bra sp, the hospital room door suddenly swung open.

    ¡°Dr. Isaac, please.¡±

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    It was Cedric¡¯s voice, clearly bringing the doctor in to check on Remington.

    His voice cut off abruptly when he saw the heated mess on the bed.

    The man on the bed locked eyes with him, cold as a de.

    At the same time, he quickly withdrew his hand, pulling down Lizetta¡¯s sweater to cover her waist.

    With one hand he pressed her face into his chest.

    ¡°Out!¡±

    Cedric¡¯s hand shook, and snapping to his senses, he immediately shut his eyes and mmed the door

    shut again, and just before it closed, Cedric¡¯s flustered voice rang out.

    ¡°Dr. Isaac, maybe wait a bit, Mr. Dashiell is a bit busy right now.¡±

    Lizetta, buried in Remington¡¯s chest, felt like she couldn¡¯t be more embarrassed.

    The doctors must have seen everything; who knows what they thought of her, so desperate to get her

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    ¡°It¡¯s all your fault!¡±

    Lizetta lifted her head from Remington¡¯s embrace with a mix of shame and annoyance, shooting him a

    reproachful re.

    She scrambled to get out of bed, in a fluster to open the door for the doctors.

    But Remington withdrew his arm from around her lower back and said in a hoarse voice, ¡°Wait a sec.¡±

    Lizetta, visibly irritated, shot back, ¡°Walt for what? If we wait any longer, I¡¯ll have no face left to show!¡±

    Keeping the doc waiting outside the door was like social suicide for her.

    However, Remington kept his grip around her waist, murmuring, ¡°If you go open the door now, we¡¯ll

    only end up more embarrassed.¡±

    As he spoke, hisrge hand squeezed Lizetta¡¯s waist a bit, pulling her closer.

    Lizetta instantly blushed, looking away.

    Remington was in his flimsy, oversized hospital gown, with certain areas standing out all the more

    prominently.

    Perhaps spurred by her gaze, it seemed to swell even more brazenly.

    Lizetta felt like she¡¯d been scorched by fire, her face burned as she froze on top of the man, biting her

    lip and saying, ¡°Weren¡¯t you injured? How can you still?¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not that part that got hurt, Remington replied with brazen confidence.

    After her sitting on top of him, crying and acting all coquettish, it would be a real issue if he didn¡¯t react.

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    Lizetta was speechless for a moment, then, with an ostrich¨Clike denial, she pulled the nket over

    them, pressing it down on Remington.

    ¡°Come on, you hurry up,¡± she urged, turning her head away, not daring to meet his eyes.

    Remington caught a glimpse of her shy, annoyed expression and felt a tightening in his lower

    abdomen.

    He thought, ¡°Sometimes, you just can¡¯t control these things, especially when ites to the woman

    who makes your heart skip a beat.¡±

    A look of helplessness shed in his eyes as he reached up and gently touched Lizetta¡¯s head, saying,

    ¡°No need for you to open the door. Go freshen up in the bathroom.¡±

    She was right before his eyes, and he figured he wouldn¡¯t be calming down anytime soon.

    Lizetta, feeling like she¡¯d been granted a reprieve, hopped off the bed and dashed into the bathroom.

    Standing in front of the sink, she turned on the faucet and inadvertently caught a glimpse of herself in

    the mirror.

    Her reflection showed disheveled hair, a flushed face, swollen eyes and lips, and an alluring afterglow,

    as if she¡¯d been thoroughly loved.

    Unaware of her own appearance, she recalled how Remington¡¯s first reaction when entering the room

    was to press her face into his chest.

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    No wonder he told her not to open the door and to go freshen up instead.

    As Lizetta patted cold water on her face, the heat slowly subsided.

    She also remembered how Remington used to be so different ¨C cold and abstinent, hardly touching her

    in two years of marriage.

    His current behavior left Lizetta feeling a mix of embarrassment and sweet joy.

    It seemed like Remington had changed his ways towards her.

    Voices came from outside, the doctors must have entered.

    Still concerned about Remington¡¯s injury, Lizetta took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

    ¡°The wound is healing well, luckily the knife just grazed past the edge of the organ. But since the

    wound was nearly prating, Mr. Dashiell, you should still rest a lot to prevent reopening or infection,¡±

    the doctor said, ncing at Lizetta towards the end, making her blush despite trying to keepposed.

    It felt like the doctor was warning her.

    ¡°Also, Mr. Dashiell, you lost a lot of blood, so the family needs to take good care of you. Eat more

    nourishing meals to replenish blood. Oh, and the angiography results should be out too. I¡¯ll check them

    later, and if there¡¯s no issue, there¡¯s no need to worry.¡±

    Feeling utterly embarrassed, Lizetta quickly said, ¡°I¡¯ll go get them.¡±

    With that, she turned and hurried out of the room, leaving with a swift and flustered exit that made

    Remington¡¯s lips curl slightly as he said to the doctor, ¡°Thanks, Dr. Isaac.¡±

    After Dr. Isaac left, the gentle expression on Remington¡¯s handsome face vanished in an instant, and

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    Cedric was standing there, his scalp tingling with nerves.

    ¡°Spill it, what did you do?¡±

    Cedric felt like bursting into tears and confessed honestly. ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I swear I didn¡¯t do much, just

    when I went to inform Mrs. Dashiell, I wanted her to feel sorry for you, so I might¡¯ve exaggerated a bit,

    and showed her the video of the ident, that¡¯s all, really.¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyes gradually frosted over with anger, he knew Cedric must have done something to

    scare Lizetta like that.

    She was practically fainting when he caught her outside the ICU just now.

    off

    ¡°Who told you to do this? Trying to show off that you have a big brain? More like a tumor!¡±

    Cedric turned as pale as a ghost.

    Remington had indeed only asked him to inform Lizetta about the stabbing, not even to have here

    to the hospital.

    He took it upon himself to embellish the story and show her the video..

    But wasn¡¯t he just trying to do a good deed, to mend fences between them?

    How did his good intentions end up backfiring, like pping the wrong end of a horse?

    Cedric felt so wronged, his face long with misery, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I just wanted Mrs. Dashiell to feel sorry

    for you, after all, you got hurt because of her. If she felt pity and guilt, she¡¯d definitely make up with you.

    I didn¡¯t expect that ICU mix¨Cup.¡±

    Remingtonughed dryly, ¡°Are you fishing forpliments?¡±

    Cedric chuckled sheepishly, ¡°Not at all, not at all, I¡¯d be content just to be back by your side, at your

    beck

    and call.

    Seeing him still trying to be cute, Remington let out a snort ofughter.

    ¡°My wife is pregnant, and thest thing a pregnant woman needs is a scare. Luckily, nothing happened,

    otherwise, if it affected me bing a dad, I¡¯d take you to be buried at sea!¡±

    Remington¡¯s words were harsh, but his tone and expression were far from serious.

    He put the emphasis on ¡°bing a dad,¡± his voice tinged with restrained pride.

    After a moment of shock, Cedric eximed joyfully.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell is pregnant? That¡¯s fantastic!¡±

    ¡°Why are you so over the moon about my wife being pregnant?¡± Remington¡¯s gaze grew stem.

    Thinking about how his woman, who he couldn¡¯t soothe just now at the ICU door, calmed down after a

    few words from Cedric, Remington¡¯s eyes narrowed dangerously.

    Cedric felt his boss¡® gaze cutting into him like des, sending a chill down his neck, and he hurriedly

    said, ¡°I¡¯m just happy for you, Mr. Dashiell. With Mrs. Dashiell pregnant, she surely won¡¯t leave you.¡±

    Remington chuckled, ¡°Are you saying my wife is staying by my side only because of the child?¡±

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    Cedric remained silent.

    Whether it was because of the child or not, Remington knew in his heart, didn¡¯t he?

    But Cedric didn¡¯t dare say it out loud; he shook his head and said with concern.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Iris has been tailing you for days, and you let her seed. You¡¯ve invested so much to

    keep the missus, if she finds out, won¡¯t she be upset.¡±

    Iris had been following Remington for more than a day or two, and they had long found out she was in

    thete stages of pancreatic cancer with not long to live.

    But Remington didn¡¯t just fail to increase security; he deliberately gave Iris an opportunity.

    Cedric initially thought Remington was confident enough not to get hurt, but when he heard Remington

    was stabbed by Iris, he figured it out.

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    Remington couldn¡¯t wait for Iris to make a move. Otherwise, how could he get stabbed and

    coincidentally avoid the vital organs?

    It looked dangerous, but it was actually a minor injury; Remington yed the martyr perfectly.

    This wasn¡¯t just being a lovesick fool for love, this was goingpletely insane for it.

    Cedric felt downright inadequate byparison

    Remington, however, was staring at Cedric, his eyes narrowing, and said coldly, ¡°She won¡¯t know if you

    don¡¯t tell her!¡±

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    Lizetta snagged Remington¡¯s angiography films and made a beeline for the inpatient building.

    When the elevator doors slid open, she bumped smack¨Cdab into someone.

    Instinctively mping a hand over her belly, Lizetta murmured, ¡°Oops, sorry.¡±

    ¡°My bad.¡±

    To her surprise, the other person piped up at the same time.

    Lifting her gaze, Lizetta saw she¡¯d identally collided with a pregnant woman.

    Thedy, clearly showing, cradled her belly just like Lizetta had.

    Their mirrored gestures sparked an instant connection and they both chuckled knowingly.

    ¡°Hey, you¡¯ve got a bun in the oven too, huh?¡± the woman broke the ice with a friendly grin.

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°Just over three months here, not showing yet. You look like you¡¯re what, five or six

    months along?¡±

    ¡°Not even five months yet.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s mouth dropped open in surprise as she eyed the other¡¯s belly, which was already ballooning

    like a watermelon, and her expression flickered with worry.

    Her own baby was still a tiny sprout.

    Amused by Lizetta¡¯s look, the chatty woman said, ¡°Honey, I can tell it¡¯s your first rodeo. Don¡¯t worry,

    once

    like nobody¡¯s business ¨C it changes by the day, like

    you¡¯re past this first trimester, that belly¡¯s gonna po?

    blowing up a balloon.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, bewildered yet excited, as she gently touched her own tummy.

    ¡°Really? Thanks for the heads up.¡±

    ¡°Pff, it¡¯s nothing. Gotta dash to work now,¡± the woman waved and took off.

    Lizetta turned to bid farewell but her smile froze as she caught sight of Evelina and April standing a few

    steps away.

    April was propping up Evelina, who, despite wearing loose hospital garb, had a small bump of her own.

    Pregnancy hadn¡¯t softened Evelina¡¯s demeanor, her eyes were locked onto Lizetta¡¯s midsection with a

    serpentine intensity.

    Lizetta frowned and instinctively shielded her belly with crossed arms.

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re pregnant? That¡¯s awesome news, congrattions!¡±

    In a sh, Evelina¡¯s face lit up with a feigned joy as if she was genuinely thrilled for Lizetta.

    Seeing her, Lizetta¡¯s good mood evaporated.

    Wanting to avoid entanglement with Evelina, she coolly looked away and stepped into the elevator.

    But lo and behold, April and Evelina followed suit.

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    Lizetta¡¯s brows knitted as she edged away, keen on keeping her distance.

    Evelina wouldn¡¯t let it go, though. She asked with a smile, ¡°Liz, still not showing, huh? Looks like my

    baby¡¯s gonna be the elder brother here.¡±

    She caressed her belly, ¡°Baby, you gotta y nice with your younger bro or sis, okay?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s words had that same old ring to them, making Lizetta queasy.

    She waved her hand under her nose.

    Feigning shock and sadness, Evelina retorted, ¡°Liz, what do you mean? I just want the kids to get

    along. Oh, by the way, does Remington know about the baby?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s reply was icy, ¡°You¡¯re just trying to get under my skin. But the kid you¡¯re carrying isn¡¯t my

    husband¡¯s, and we both know it. Do you really think you can rattle me? Save your energy: I¡¯m

    exhausted just listening to you.¡±

    Evelina¡¯s face twisted in hurt, and April, supporting her, shot Lizetta a re.

    ¡°Ms. Gardenia, that¡¯s quite the sharp tongue you¡¯ve got. Evelina¡¯s all smiles and you¡¯re on the attack?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes turned frosty, ¡°How did you even get out of jail? A nderer like you has the nerve to

    stand here and lecture? Please.¡±

    April had only been bailed out this morning after much trouble.

    Remembering her time in the mmer and itching to tear Lizetta and Ynda, those two witches, to

    pieces, April clenched her teeth but held her tongue. She knew better now; Lizetta was tougher than

    she¡¯d thought.

    With a sigh, Evelina yed her card, ¡°Liz, it was me who pleaded for April. You should think about it

    without Remington¡¯s word, the cops wouldn¡¯t dare let her out on bail, right?¡±

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    Lizetta felt a pit in her stomach, knowing all too well.

    In Zion City, if Remington wanted to keep someone down, that person wouldn¡¯t stand a snowball¡¯s

    chance in hell.

    Seeing Lizetta downcast and silent, clearly distressed, Evelina felt a surge of satisfaction and added.

    ¡°Liz, the beef between us grown¨Cups shouldn¡¯t drag the kids into this mess. Our babies will get along

    just fine once they¡¯re born. Don¡¯t you want your little one to have an older bro to hang out with?¡±

    Lizetta lifted her gaze and gave a cold, half¨Chearted smirk.

    ¡°Cut the crap, will you? You¡¯re the one gluing yourself to me, calling me ¡®sister¡® and now you want your

    kid to take after their mom and be shameless. Did you even bother to ask if they¡¯re keen on picking up

    your acting skills?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s nails dug into her palm, but she managed a smile on her face.

    ¡°Why don¡¯t you go home and ask Remington if he¡¯d like the bun in your oven to call my kid elder

    brother?¡±

    Evelina said this with confidence, her tone unwavering

    She tilted up her chin, a triumphant and provocative glint in her eyes.

    Lize was sick and tired of having a sister like Evelina.

    The thought of her own baby calling Evelina¡¯s kid ¡®brother¡® made her frown in disgust.

    What¡¯s the deal with Evelina¡¯s kid?

    Could they be a chip off the old block from the Dashiell family?

    Aside from Remington, there¡¯s no way it¡¯s Lucian¡¯s.

    Zachary, the eldest son, and Zebulon, the second, were both Remington¡¯s uncle¡¯s boys, settled down

    with kids of their own.

    And Steven, the fourth son and Shirley¡¯s bro, well, he and Remington weren¡¯t exactly tight.

    If the kid belonged to any of them, it wouldn¡¯t make sense for Remington to meddle or go through the

    trouble of keeping it hush¨Chush.

    Just then, the elevator doors slid open.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t mull it over any longer, she couldn¡¯t wait to get away from Evelina and stepped out of the

    elevator

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    But Evelina suddenly spoke up from behind, ¡°Aren¡¯t you supposed to be jetting off abroad, Liz? if I¡¯m

    not mistaken, did Remington chase you down after finding out you were pregnant? He actually has a

    soft spot for kids. He named a star after my kid as a gift. I wonder what surprise Remington has cooked

    up for the little one in your tummy?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s words were a clear jab at Lizetta, implying that Remington didn¡¯t love her and only chased her

    down because of the baby.

    And of course, Lizetta hadn¡¯t forgotten about the whole stap naming gift thing for Evelina.

    Without pausing, Lizetta stepped out of the elevator and the turned back to Evelina,

    ¡°You¡¯re really making a monkey of yourself with a thealousy, aren¡¯t you? Thanks for the performance,

    though. Shame I didn¡¯t bring my purse to tip you catch you next time.¡±

    With that, she shed a bright, carefree smile, waved her hand and walked away.

    Evelina¡¯s hands, tightly clenched, began to shake uncontrobly.

    She red at Lizetta¡¯s retreating figure, her eyes filled with malice.

    ¡°Bitch! Me, jealous of that fake heiress? That¡¯s augh. All she¡¯s good for is getting knocked up to keep

    a man. No wonder she has the guts to talk divorce with Remington ¨C thinking she¡¯s got the upper hand

    with his spawt in her belly, ying hard to get. What a maniptive act!¡±

    She would not stand by and watch Lizetta get everything handed to her!

    As Lizetta turned around, her smile had already vanished.

    Evelina sure knew how to push her buttons.

    Even though Lizetta was aware of her antics and knew better than to take her words to heart, she was

    still furning.

    By the time she pushed open the door to Remington¡¯s hospital room, her face was covered with a

    frosty chill.

    Remington saw her return and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face as he reached out to

    her.

    ¡°What took you so long?¡±

    Lizetta walked over, but instead of taking his hand, she pped it away hard.

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    ¡°Remington, you¡¯ve got some exining to do today about Evelina¡¯s baby. Otherwise, I¡¯m taking Joy

    and we¡¯re out of here!¡±

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    Lizetta was getting all choked up, hands on her hips, looking like a cat puffing itself up and arching its

    back in a big show of bravado.

    Remington was taken aback, mached out to wrap his arms around her waist, and guided her to the bed

    while holding her close, asking. ¡°What¡¯s got into you? Bump into somebody out there? Something

    happen?¡±

    Lizetta red at him, ¡°Nice try changing the subject¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line, ¡°Youll find out about thister¡±

    Seeing him dodge the issue again, Lizetta felt a surge of disappointment flood her heart.

    Thinking about Evelina¡¯s smug certainty not long ago, Lizetta fixed a smile on Remington and asked

    again, ¡°So after Joy is born, does that mean Joy has to call Evelina¡¯s bun in the oven elder brother?¡±

    Apparently, Remington didn¡¯t catch the hint of danger in her smile. Holding Lizetta around the waist, he

    didn¡¯t seem to think there was any issue and nodded slightly, ¡°Yeah, that kid¡¯s gonna be a tad older

    than Joy. If it¡¯s a boy, sure, he¡¯ll be the elder brother. The two kids growing up together like brothers

    won¡¯t be so lonely¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s heart went cold hearing this. Joy calling that kid elder brother and getting along like siblings?

    Would Evelina, the mother of that child, keep popping up in her life?

    If her kid needed siblings, she could pop out a second or even a third herself, no need for Evelina to

    pitch in and give Joy a brother.

    Such a pain in the neck!

    Lizetta let out a hollowugh, her voice cooling down, ¡°And what if I say I¡¯m not okay with this? I don¡¯t

    like Evelina, and I sure won¡¯t like her kid¡±

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    Remington¡¯s brows knitted together, his tone growing heavier, ¡°Evelina is Evelina, but the kid is just a

    kid. Lizetta, nobody¡¯s asking you to like Evelina, but you¡¯re not so petty that you can¡¯t make room in

    your heart for a child, are you?¡±

    He was getting mad. Just moments ago, she was his sweetheart, but the moment Evelina came up,

    she tumed back into Lizetta.

    So not wanting Evelina¡¯s kid suddenly meant she¡¯s narrow¨Cminded?

    Lizetta reached out to tug at Remington¡¯s arms wrapped around her waist, struggling as she spoke,

    ¡°Right. I am petty, selfish, and narrow¨Cminded, you¡¯ve known me long enough.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t be unreasonable puch!¡±

    In the struggle, Lizetta identally punched Remington in the stomach, making him let out a sharp hiss

    of pain.

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    Lizetta froze, seeing his handsome face turn pale and a thinyer of sweat form on his forehead. Even

    though she was angry, she couldn¡¯t help but worry.

    Thinking that his injury was ultimately because of her, she managed to push down her anger and

    feeling of being wronged, helped him lie back on the hospital bed, and spoke in an even tone, ¡°You

    better rest up. I take the X¨Cray to the doctor and have theme check on you

    There was no point in continuing this discussion¨Cit would only lead to endless bickering

    Without giving Remington another chance to speak, Lurdesand quickly left the room.

    Remington eased the sharp pain that tore through him and lifted his gaze, watching her retreating

    figure with a furrowed brow

    Lizetta left the ward and headed straight for the doctor¡¯s office

    Around theer of theidor, Apni saw Lizetta close the door of the doctor¡¯s office and then

    approached the nurse¡¯s station

    After a quick inquiry, she hurried upstairs into Evelina¡¯s hospital room.

    ¡°What¡¯s going on? y is Lizetta at the hospital?¡±

    Evelina asked anxiously, having seen Lizetta heading towards the surgical ward and felt something

    was off, so she sent April to snoop around.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell got hurt, stabbed no less, and was brought inst night covered in blood after surgery.

    The nurses said he lost a lot of blood!¡±

    Evelina sat up in shock, ¡°How is that possible? Remington hasn¡¯t left Zion City these days. Who in Zion

    City could hurt him?¡±

    urt him?

    ¡°I slipped the nurse some cash, and she let slip that the police came this moming to take statements.

    She overheard something about Daniel seeking revenge or something. My guess is Daniel¡¯s mother,

    Iris.¡±

    April looked serious and a little panicked.

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    ¡°Evelina, this whole thing has blown up big time, and if Me Dashiell digs up anything more on Daniel,

    what the heck are we gonna do if we get dragged into it.¡±

    April was freaking out, and even Evelina looked like a deer caught in headlights for a sec, clenching the

    bedsheets and grinding her

    teeth.

    ¡°No way, we didn¡¯t get busted when the shit hit the fan back then, and it¡¯s even less likely now. Just

    throw more cash at that Paisley dude toy low in the sticks for another year or so, whatever it takes to

    keep him away from Zion City!¡±

    Back in the day, it was April who had a middle¨Caged guy with thest name Paisley spread some nasty

    rumors about Lizetta at the Mermaid Restaurant, which got Linda, a server green with envy over

    Lizetta, to spill the beans to Daniel.

    Daniel got suckered into trying something nasty with Lizetta, and when the whole mess blew up, April

    paid Mr. Paisley to skip town andy low,

    Evelina hadn¡¯t expected this mess to still be kicking around, and now Remington was hurt because of it

    She was scared stiff that her role as the puppet master woulde to light.

    ¡°Got it,¡± April nodded.

    Evelina thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed Hanna,N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.

    After all, Remington got hurt for Lizetta¡¯s sake, and that bit of news was too juicy not to share with

    Hanna.

    In the doctor¡¯s office.

    Lizetta handed over the angiogram to the doctor, who, after a thorough check¨Cup, reassured her there

    was nothing wrong with it.

    She grilled the doc about Remington¡¯s condition until she felt a weight lift off her chest and left the

    office.

    She didn¡¯t expect to find Evelina clutching her belly, sitting right outside on the waiting chairs

    As soon as Evelina saw her she shot to her feet and asked with faux concem

    ¡°Liz, I just heard about Remington getting hurt. How bad is it? Can I go see him?¡±

    As she spoke, she bent over to pick up a bunch of flowers from the chair

    Lizetta¡¯s eyesnded on the bouquet of bellflowers and wisteria,

    She used to work part¨Ctime at a flower shop and knew all too well what these flowers symbolized.

    Bellflowers stood for hopeless love, while wisteria meant being born out of passion, dying for love, and

    being obsessed with a love that would never be reciprocated.

    They were two rather cold flowers with lousy meanings, totally not the kind for a patient.

    Evelina really outdid herself picking these two for Remington

    ¡°Nope¡±

    Lizetta t¨Cout rejected her and walked away

    Evelina hurried after her clutching the flowers, ¡°Liz, I meanderthave to go into the room. Just take the

    flowers in for me, to show I care. Oh, and that thing we talked about, did you ask Remington? Is he

    keen on our babies growing up and ying together? You

    know, I think it¡¯d be neat if my little one could have Remington as a godfather.¡±

    Lizetta felt like she was being swarmed by a million flies, buzzing non¨Cstop.

    By the end, she couldn¡¯t take it anymore. She stopped dead in her tracks, spun around, snatched the

    bouquet from Evelina¡¯s hands, and chucked it to the ground.

    She stomped on it until it was nothing but a pulpy mess, ring at Evelina.

    ¡°The flowers are gone, you can hit the road/My husband and I talked it over, we¡¯re nning on baby

    number two, number three, our kids will have their own brothers and sisters! If your child wants a

    sibling, go ask his real dad. Don¡¯te here grossing us out!¡±

    Evelina hung her head low, staring at the trampled flowers, tears plopping down.

    ¡°Liz, what¡¯s wrong with these pretty, vibrant flowers? You¡¯re being too much.¡±

    She crouched down, trying to pick up the remains, as if it was her shattered heart being stepped on

    ¡°Lizetta! You¡¯re out of line, look at yourself!¡±

    Just then, a familiar, shrill voice came from behind Lizetta.

    Lizetta turned and saw Hanna striding towards her, all dolled up and dripping with elegance.

    Seeing the reproach and disgust in Hanna¡¯s eyes, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. She crossed fer

    erms and raised an eyebrow

    ¡°I was wondering what soap opera she was acting out here, turns out she¡¯s got an audience.¡±

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    Hannah frowned deeply as she hurried forward to help Evelina back to her feet

    ¡°Mrs. Hannah, I¡¯m fine, really I just didn¡¯t have a good grip.¡±

    ¡°I saw everything, and look at these flowers, all trampled. Does that look like just a slip?¡±

    Hannah shielded Evelina ring at Lizetta.

    ¡°What was that snidement for? Apologize to Eve, now!¡±

    Lizetta smirked, ¡°Just got diagnosed with incapable of apologizing syndrome, so, no apologying

    from me.¡±

    Hannah, already boiling with rage at the sight of Lizetta, swung her hand in a slop, furious

    ¡°Well, I guess it¡¯s about time someone cured you of that bizarre illness!¡±

    Lizetta anticipating the move, grabbed Hannah¡¯s wrist.

    Hannah tried to pull away but couldn¡¯t, her anger intensifying, ¡°Lizetta, you dare toy a hand §°§± me?¡±

    ¡°Liz, she¡¯s your mother¨Cinw and your elder. If you¡¯re angry, take it out on me, but let go of her.¡±

    Evelina, in a panic, tried to pry Lizetta¡¯s grip loose, identally scratching Lizetta¡¯s wrist in the process.

    Lizetta winced and let go, causing Evelina to stagger a few steps and nearly fall.

    ¡°Eve!¡±

    Hannah, shocked, rushed to catch Evelina just in time.

    At that moment, the door of a nearby hospital room opened.

    A tall figure stood in the doorway, clearly Remington, who had heard themotion outside.

    ¡°Remington, look at what Lizetta has done. She¡¯s out of control, even threatening me. Look at my

    wrist!¡±

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    Hannah extended her arm, showing off the red mark where Lizetta had gripped her. Despite being

    pampered, her skin was as delicate as any young person¡¯s.

    Remington¡¯s gaze fell upon it, his brow furrowing,

    Seeing his reaction, Hannah, even more aggrieved, pushed Evelina gently towards Remington.

    ¡°And then there¡¯s Eve, who was nearly pushed over by Lizetta. If it weren¡¯t for my quick reaction, she

    would have definitely fallen. It¡¯s like Lizetta wouldn¡¯t rest until she harms the baby. Eve¡¯s already here in

    the hospital for a check¨Cup, and what Lizetta did was deliberate She¡¯s about to move abroad after the

    divorce, why did you even bring her back?¡±

    Evelina took a couple of steps towards Remington but then hesitated, stepping back.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, please, don¡¯t misunderstand. I just heard you were hospitalized and brought flowers to

    visit. I didn¡¯t mean to upset Liz or encounter your mother. It was wrong of me toe, I¡¯ll leave right

    now

    Her voice trembled with a plea for understanding

    ¡°Eve, you¡¯re carrying Remington¡¯s child. Why shouldn¡¯t your

    It was clear Hannah was referring to Lizetta.

    to leave. Hannah, dissatisfied, spoke up.

    huh? The one who should leave isn¡¯t your

    Lizetta, catching the hint, had no desire to stay. Between Hannah¡¯s eloquence and Evelina¡¯s pitiful

    demeanor, and with Remington witnessing her pushing Evelina, along with the sight of his mother¡¯s

    wrist and the ruined flowers, everything seemed to use Lizetta of being disrespectful and intolerant.

    Remington, already having little patience for her, now had more reason to be upset

    Feeling utterly defeated and with a sarcastic/smile, Lizetta tumed to leave, but just as she did,

    Remington, who had been silent, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

    ¡°Ah!¡±

    He had grabbed the very wrist Evelina had scratched, causing Lizetta to flinch

    Remington¡¯s expression changed at once, and he gently examined her hand.

    Lizetta¡¯s skin was exceptionally delicate, and Remington always took care not to be too rough with her.

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    The chill in Remington¡¯s eyes was unmistakable, ¡°Who did this?¡±

    Evelina shivered for no reason and shrunk behind Hanna.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze swept over them, and noticing Evelina¡¯s guilty demeanor, she suddenly didn¡¯t feel like

    leaving anymore,

    With a smirk lifting her eyes towards Remington, she yfully curled her lips, pointed her chin at

    Evelina, and said sarcastically, ¡°Her¡±

    Remington¡¯s cold gaze shifted towards Evelina. At that moment, Evelina felt her heart stop, a cold

    sensation rising from her feet

    Struggling to keep herself upright, with her eyes turning red, she said, ¡°Just now, Liz and Mrs. Hanna

    almost got into a fight, and I was

    too anxious.¡±

    Hanna frowned, shielding Evelina behind her, ¡°Remington, it¡¯s just a small scratch on her hand, why so

    delicate! Eve was almost pushed and could have miscared, and my wrist got bruised by her too. Eve

    was just protecting me, she¡¯s the good one here!

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    Remington interrupted her rambling with a firm voice, ¡°How did you find out about my hospitalization?¡±

    He had made sure to keep his injury a secret and hadn¡¯t informed the Dashiell family.

    Evelina had begged Hanna over the phone not to tell Remington that she was the one who leaked the

    information

    Hanna, with a stem face, replied, ¡°Of course, I came to the hospital to visit Joseph and happened to

    see Cedric entering the hospital, that¡¯s how I found out about your injury! Don¡¯t hide things from me,

    your injury was because of Lizetta, wasn¡¯t it? Remington, can you stop protecting this disaster? Hasn¡¯t

    she caused you enough trouble? Eve is carrying your child.¡±

    Remington cut Hanna off, ¡°I¡¯ll say it again, the child in her belly is not mine!¡±

    He was adamant, leaving no room for doubt or further thought

    Hanna was stunned, struggling to ept this fact, and angrily said, ¡°Remington, how can you deny

    your own flesh and blood for Lizetta? If the child isn¡¯t yours, why did you agree to the amniocentesis for

    paternity testing just a few days ago?¡±

    Remington¡¯s gaze tumed icy as he looked at Evelina, ¡°Have I ever slept with you? Is the child in your

    stomach mine?¡±

    The deep chill in his eyes and the oppressive look made Evelina¡¯s face turn pale.

    She hadn¡¯t expected Remington to deny it so thoroughly.

    She thought, until her child was safe, Remington would refrain from speaking the truth.

    Hanna tumed around, anxiously urging Evelina, ¡°Eve, say something! Didn¡¯t you tell me the child was

    Remington¡¯s?¡±

    She had been counting on Evelina¡¯s child for a bone marrow match for Joseph

    Evelina¡¯s body swayed, but under Remington¡¯s cold and indifferent gaze, she dared not y faint or

    deceive any longer.

    She felt that Remington had no more tolerance for her.

    With her lips turning pale, she looked at Hanna with tears, in ber eyes and said, ¡°Mrs. Hanna, I never

    explicitly said the child was Mr. Dashiell¡¯s, you misunderstood.¡±

    Seeing her look so pitiful and soft, Hanna felt a surger, her vision darkening.

    Remington coldly said, ¡°Mother, you im you found out my jury because you are worried, yet you

    haven¡¯t said a word of concern about my condition, just being a pawn quite efficiently?

    Hanna¡¯s face turned red and white in embarrassment, she turned back, ¡°Remington, I didn¡¯t mean

    that.¡±

    She wanted to exin, but Remington wasn¡¯t interested in hearing more.

    He nced at Ray standing not too far away, then back at Evelina.

    I ¡± I I I

    He then forcefully pulled Lizetta into his embrace and took her into the hospital rooi, stamming the door

    shut behind them,

    Hanna was left standing outside, her expression extremely awkward, her anger boiling over.

    She turned around and with a swift motion, pped Evelina across the face.

    ¡°Bitch! What are you, to dare deceive me tool

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna, please listen to me exin.¡±

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    Before Evelina could even defend herself, Hanna¡¯s hand struck again, leaving Evelina¡¯s ears ringing

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    Evelina¡¯s words were cut short as Hanna grabbed her hair and pped her hard across the face twice.

    Hanna¡¯s fingers, adomed with long, manicured nails, left scratch marks on Evelina¡¯s face

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    Evelina¡¯s screams attracted the nurses, who peeked around curiously. Concerned about her image,

    Hanna finally let Eveline go.

    She straightened her clothes, spat at Evelina, and quickly walked away.

    Evelina stumbled backward, and that¡¯s when Ray stepped up to help her, saying, ¡°Miss Hawthome, you

    should probablyy low for a while. If anything happens to the baby, all this drama would have been for

    nothing.¡±

    Evelina pushed Ray away, covering her face in shame and left without a word,

    As the door to the hospital room closed, Lizetta, who had overheard themotion, was taken aback.

    The Hawthomes and the Dashiells were old family friends, and Hanna had always been warm towards

    Evelina.

    She had clearly preferred Evelina as a daughter¨Cinw

    Now, learning about Evelina¡¯s deception and seeing Hanna¡¯s violent reaction, Lizetta wondered, ¡°Is

    Joseph¡¯s condition really that

    serious?¡±

    Lizetta, still in shock, looked at Remington with concem.

    Hanna¡¯s hope had been pinned on Evelina, and her outburst suggested desperation. Could it be that

    she saw no hope for Joseph¡¯s recovery?

    ¡°Maybe you should worry about yourself first,¡± Remington said, pulling Lizetta to sit by the bed and

    reaching for the iodine on the nightstand. As he dabbed the lodine on her scratched skin, Lizetta

    flinched at the sting

    ¡°Being a bit dramatic, aren¡¯t you?¡± Remington chuckled, but his actions softened. He instinctively blew

    on her hand and gently stroked her wrist, his movements tender and caring

    Lizetta watched him, touched by his gentleness and momentarily forgetting her anger.

    She remembered a time when pain didn¡¯t faze het having been toughened by numerous injuries as a

    child.

    When she was beaten to a pulp by Hans, she didn¡¯t shed a tear or make a sound, determined not to

    show weakness.

    Back then, she was fearless, but her time with the Dashiells, especially with Remington, had gradually

    brought back her sensitivity to

    pain.

    Remington had gone to great lengths to heal her wounds, using both internal and external treatments,

    even surgery, to fade her scars. Though some scars remained, they didn¡¯t bother her. However,

    Remington found them unsightly, insisting, ¡°Liz, you are going to be a dancer. You need to be wless

    on stage, under the scrutiny of countless eyes. How can you have scars?¡±

    Lizetta knew it wasn¡¯t just about the scars. Remington didn¡¯t want her to be constantly reminded of the

    abuse and nightmares she endured at the Gardenias.

    He even found a special ointment, imed to be an diligently for over two years, nurturing her back to

    health

    acret form for healing and fading scars. He made sure she applied it

    or he was satisfied.

    Since then, Lizetta had be more sensitive to pain, knowing

    W relief of being cared for and cherished.

    But four years ago, after a terrible night that left him injured and her in the hospital, Remington

    disappeared.

    She had lost the man who cherished her.

    Now, when Lizetta saw the concern and tendemess in his eyes, her grievances melted away, her eyes

    moistening with unshed tears, no longer wanting to hold onto past hurts.

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    Lizetta wanted happiness within her grasp, more than she ever had before.

    She reached back, gripping Remington¡¯s hand tightly, maybe a bit too much.

    Remington paused, lifted his gaze with a quizzical eyebrow raise, ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

    Their eyes met, and Lizetta pressed on, ¡°Remington, you¡¯ve made it clear to your mom that the kid isn¡¯t

    yours. Can¡¯t you justy it all out for me?¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips tightened, ¡°is it that important? The kid isn¡¯t mine, you know that. And the kid won¡¯t

    affect our future.¡±

    He frowned slightly, obviously reluctant to delve into this topic.

    He couldn¡¯t fathom why Lizetta was so insistent on getting to the bottom of this

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    The child wasn¡¯t his, wouldn¡¯t be living with them, and it wasn¡¯t like he nned to keep it a secret

    forever.

    Once the child was bom, she¡¯d naturally find out

    But Lizetta¡¯s frustration red as her nose turned red, ¡°But the existence of that child is already

    affecting our lives! I¡¯m your wife, Remington. If you expect me to ept your ex, Evelina¡¯s child, you

    owe me an exnation, right?¡±

    Her anger reignited at his evasive stance, and she pulled away from Remington, standing up to

    continue.

    ¡°Evelina, with her precious little bun in the oven, is stirring up trouble every day. Do you really think

    she¡¯ll settle down once the child is bom? You want our kids to be siblings with hers, while Evelina

    haunts me like a relentless specter I can¡¯t live like this, not for a single day. If you¡¯re going to keep this

    up, Remington, please, just let me and Joy leave. I just want a simple, peaceful life!¡±

    Her determination was unwavering, her love for Remington notwithstanding, she was tired and done.

    That wasn¡¯t the life she envisioned, nor the future she hoped for.

    Having said her piece, Lizetta turned to leave.

    Remington frowned, reaching out to grab her arm, pulling her back.

    Lizetta, unable to control her response, staggered towards him. Remington sat at the edge of the bed,

    legs spread wide, effectively trapping Lizetta between them, immobilized.

    ¡°Get up! This is so annoying, don¡¯t make me get physical!¡±

    Lizetta gritted her teeth in frustration, but Remington grabbed her clenched fist, furrowing his brows

    ¡°Who told you Evelina was my ex? When did we ever have that kind of rtionship? I must¡¯ve missed

    the memo.

    Lizetta froze, her mind blown, staring nkly at Remington.

    ¡°Weren¡¯t you two together abroad?¡±

    Remington had gone overseas for college at seventeen, and pot long after, Evelina¡¯s family sent her

    over too.

    During that time, with time differences and distances, Lizett? felt Remington drifting away.

    Yet, it was also then Evelina would asionally send photos of Remington at university events, parties,

    and the overseas branch, among other asions

    She¡¯d also share tidbits about her and Remington.

    (Liz, Remington¡¯s graduation is today, and he invited me. All his friends and ssmates will be there.

    Which dress should I wear? I¡¯m so

    nervous

    Liz, Remington¡¯s about to officially take over the overseas branch. Do you think the is a good gift for

    him?]

    Evelina would also post suggestive updates on Facebook.

    [Someone¡¯s birthday next week, our first one officially together. I¡¯ve prepared my first kiss as a gift,

    hope he¡¯ll be pleasantly surprised.]

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    Lizetta still remembered the sheer panic that gripped her when she saw that Facebook post.

    She was in the university cafeteria at the time, just picked up her tray of food.

    Her hand trembled, and the stainless steel tray crashed to the floor, creating a mess, and she even got

    a nasty burn on her leg. Everyone was staring at her

    But she couldn¡¯t care less about those strange looks or the pain. She just squatted there, clutching her

    phone and crying so hard she couldn¡¯t catch her breath

    Until his birthday, she refused to believe it, didn¡¯t want to believe it.

    She tried calling him but could never get through.

    Clutching onto a sliver of hope, she still bought a ne ticket on the sly, with the gift she had prepared

    early, and flew abroad.

    Only to see Evelina running towards Remington with a bouquet of roses, and Remington smiling as he

    epted those roses, before they walked away together.

    Later, the news that Evelina was fervently pursuing Remington and that they were together indeed

    traveled back to Zion City from abroad.

    But now, Remington was tly denying it.

    ¡°When I was abroad, I barely had enough time to sleep, let alone date.¡±

    Remington chuckled disdainfully and added, ¡°An ex¨Cgirlfriend? That¡¯s a species I won¡¯t be having in

    this lifetime. Though, I almost ended up with an ex¨Cwife.¡±

    Lizetta was in no mood for jokes, she grabbed the front of Remington¡¯s shirt in frustration.

    ¡°Liar, on your twenty¨Csecond birthday, you clearly epted Evelina¡¯s roses. She even held your hand

    and went to have a candlelit dinner with you!¡±

    She saw it with her own eyes. How could it be wrong?

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    Remington furrowed his brows, not recalling the event Lizetta mentioned but ended upughing in

    exasperation.

    ¡°Hey, Lizetta, I¡¯m not that desperate!¡±

    ¡°What do you mean?¡±

    ¡°When I was twenty¨Ctwo, Evelina was only sixteen. Even if I wanted to date, I wouldn¡¯t be a pervert

    going after a minor!¡±

    Remington was visibly angry, flicking Lizetta¡¯s forehead in frustration.

    Lizetta, covering her forehead, had an indescribable expression on her face.

    It looked like she wanted tough, but also cry, feeling both indignant and wronged.

    ¡°But you did ept her roses, and let her hold your hand into the restaurant for a candlelit dinner on

    such an important day like your birthday.¡±

    Remington frowned, thinking hard, and then vaguely remebered the incident. He exined, somewhat

    helplessly.

    ¡°That day, it was supposed to be Kevin and ra meeting up to discuss something. The roses were

    actually bought by Evelina for her mom. She cut her hand, and I was just helping her carry them. The

    flight was dyed, and I had other matters, so we didn¡¯t even finish. the meal. As for her holding my

    hand, I can¡¯t remember now.¡±

    After saying this, he squinted slightly.

    ¡°How did you know all this? It¡¯s as if you saw it with your own eyes.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t know what to say.

    Now, remembering how she just saw all that and wandered the foreign streets, crying like a mess, she

    felt like aplete fool, tricked by Evelina.

    She didn¡¯t want to tell Remington how heartbroken and concerned she was at the time.

    Now that Remington was being so cooperative, she was more curious about what was really going on

    with Evelina¡¯s pregnancy

    ¡°Evelina was the one spreading it everywhere, of course, I knew. Since she¡¯s not your ex¨Cgirlfriend,

    then you have no reason to care about the child she¡¯s carrying.¡±

    Bringing the conversation back,

    . Remington pressed his lips together.

    ¡°I care about that child because of who the father is, not because of Evelina.¡±

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    Lizetto¡¯s breath hitched, she stared at him, urging. Then you need to exin it to me clearly. If it¡¯s Just

    any child, I can treat therm normally, but I despise Evelina, as you¡¯ve seen. Evelina won¡¯t just settle

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    Tm no saint, I despise her! You expect me to embrace her child, to wee her into my life as if

    Evelina won¡¯t constantly haunt us, stiming trouble of every tum Staying under these circumstances, Id

    feel like I¡¯m debasing myself, unless you rify¡­ Mmm!¡±

    Lizettos rant was abruptly cut off as the man seized her by the nape and pressed his lips against hers

    His kiss, fiery and domineering with a hint of punishment, made Lizetta¡¯s heart flutter and her knees

    weak, Involuntarily finding herself seated on hisp, lost in the deepening kiss.

    It wasn¡¯t unti! he released her, breathless, that he voiced his difort. You¡¯ve hurt ma¡± Looking down,

    Lizetta realized that in her unconscious attempt to push him away, she had inadvertently scratched at

    an injury beneath his clothes.

    Feeling both guilty and defiant, she released the grip on his hospital gown, shooting Remington a sharp

    re.

    ¡°Serves you night! You shouldn¡¯t have kissed me out of nowhere without exining yourself first!¡±

    Remington chuckled, lifting Lizetta¡¯s chin gently.

    ¡°So, staying by my side equates to degrading yourself?¡±

    Lizetta pursed her lips, her voice soft with a mix of grievance and coquetry, and a hint of arrogance.

    ¡°It does, unless you exin.¡±

    Her tone was like a book, ensnaring Remington¡¯s heart, leaving him no choice but to relent to her

    demands.

    He released Lizetta, leaning slightly to grab his smartphone from the table, and handed it to her,

    saying, ¡°Here, look at this paternity

    test.¡±

    Lizetta gave Remington a quick nce before taking the phone, focusing on the report disyed on

    the screen.

    It wasn¡¯t just any paternity test, but a gic test confirming a grandparent¨Cgrandchild rtionship.

    Seeing the results, Lizetta was puzzled, ¡°Whose grandchild is this?¡±

    She scrolled further, spotting the name Martin West and gasped in shock.

    ¡°This child is your godfather¡¯s grandchild, so that means Quinn¡¯s child?¡±

    Quinn, the only son of the West family, shared a closer bond with Remington than even Cassius and

    Timothy could im.

    They were practically brothers, perhaps even closer, with Quinn being a year older than Remington. It

    was no surprise that Remington treated Quinn¡¯s child as his own nephew.

    For the past couple of years, Quinn had been managing the West family¡¯s overseas business, much

    like Evelina, often staying in Celestia

    Recalling how Evelina returned to the country alongside Remington and the West family. Lizetta finally

    understood why they were together.

    However, confusion soon returned.

    ¡°If it¡¯s Quinn¡¯s child, why all the secrecy? If Evelina¡¯s with Quinn, shouldn¡¯t he be looking after his own

    child? Why are you always the one running around for him? And about that paternity test was

    pressured into, it seemed like the Wests had no idea the child was Quinns¡®

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    ¡°It¡¯s because the child is Quinn¡¯s posthumous son, Remington¡¯s voice was thick with emotion

    Posthumous son?

    Did that mean Quinn had passed away?

    Lizetta looked up in shock, ¡°But I just saw on the financial news a few days ago, the West family¡¯s Nova

    Tech Innovations went public, and Quinn was there for the bell¨Cringing ceremony.¡±

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    Lizetta¡¯s voice trailed off as she too remembered the moment she saw that news article. In the photo,

    Quinn was bundled up inyers, his face hidden behind a bulky mask.

    For a second, she had wondered why someone would cover up so much at such an important and

    formal business event

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    Then she thought maybe he had a cold and didn¡¯t want to spread it around. Quinn was always known

    for being kind¨Chearted and generous, a real gentleman.

    But now, thinking back, could it have been that the person in the photo wasn¡¯t Quinn at

    Lizetta looked up at Remington in shock. Remington¡¯s handsome face was pale, his eyes showing an

    unmistakable pain that he

    couldn¡¯t hide

    A heavy feeling settled in Lizetta¡¯s heart. Deep down, she had known all along.

    Remington would never joke about his best friend¡¯s life. Quinn was truly gone.

    ¡°Was that person a stand-in?¡± she asked, her voice quivering, already knowing the answer.

    Remington nodded. ¡°NovaTech Innovations has been the West family¡¯s major focus for the post five

    years, theerstone of the West family¡¯s future. Quinn built it from the ground up. His passing at this

    time would have been devastating for thepany. His dad had no choice but to resort to this¡±

    Lizetta gasped, ¡°But hiding the death of the controlling owner, that could be considered a financial

    crime, couldn¡¯t it?¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips thinned. The West family needs to get through this tough time first. Hiding the death

    itself isn¡¯t illegal, it¡¯s only if we obtain a considerable illegal benefit and cause significant financial loss

    that it bes a crime. We¡¯ll see how things are handled moving forward.¡±

    Lizetta thought about the situation of the West family and felt deeply for them.

    The West family wasn¡¯t like the other wealthy dynasties around Zion City. They had suffered a lot of

    losses.

    The Wests were a loving couple, with Quinn as their only son who had taken over the family business

    at a young age.

    Martin had stepped back from the limelight for years, and Quinn had been the pir of the West family.

    His sudden death at such a young age, especially at a critical moment of thepany¡¯s

    transformation, was indeed a devastating blow to the West family.

    But these were not things Lizetta could do anything about

    ¡°His dad¡¯s been working hard to manage the rights issues within the West Group and stabilize morale.

    In a few days, the news of Quinn¡¯s passing will be made public.¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice was hoarse. Lizetta, who had known Quinn since childhood, felt a wave of sadness.

    Especially thinking of Remington¡¯s rtionship with Quinn, she felt terrible for him.

    Lizetta wrapped her arms around Remington¡¯s waist, her face pressing against his chest.

    ¡°You must be hurting. You should¡¯ve told me sooner

    Remington hugged her back, leaning down to kiss.hu/tehead.

    Lizetta looked up: ¡°Quinn, how did he pass?¡±

    Remington stiffened, his handsome face momentarily clouded with deep sorrow, as if the sunlight had

    faded from his eyes

    His throat worked for a moment before he spoke in a hoarse whisper, ¡°Car ident.¡±

    What he didn¡¯t say was that Quinn had been on his way to see him when the ident happened.

    If it hadn¡¯t been for his call, Quinn wouldn¡¯t have been driving tired in the middle of the right, wouldn¡¯t

    have crashed, and wouldn¡¯t have died so young.

    It was his call that had cost Quinn his life.

    But what he owed the West family was more than just Quinn¡¯s life.

    So, no matter what, he couldn¡¯t let anything happen to Evelina¡¯s unborn child.

    That child was Quinn¡¯s only bloodline, possibly thest of the Wost family.

    Remington¡¯s emotions were at a breaking point, his fists clenched tightly, his entire being seeming to

    sink into a deep, cold abyss.

    Lizetta could tell Remington was struggling, and her heart ached for him.

    She reached up to caress Remington¡¯s handsome face, smoothing the lines of worry from his brow, her

    voice filled with concern and helplessness as she called his name.

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    ¡°Remi, I¡¯m sorry. I won¡¯t ask anymore. If you don¡¯t want to talk about it, then we can leave it all behind.¡±

    Remington¡¯s eyshes fluttered slightly as he took Lizetta¡¯s hand, nting a couple of soft kisses on

    her knuckles.

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    His expression had settled down a bit, and he wrapped his arm around Lizetto¡¯s waist, his lips barely

    parting as he began to speak

    ¡°Quinn and Evelina were never an item. It was at a party where Quinn identally got drugged by a

    rival, and Evelina just happened to be there. That night, Evelina was forced into a situation she didn¡¯t

    choose, and somehow, she ended up pregnant. Evelina didn¡¯t want to keep the baby initially, but the

    Hawthome Group faced some financial troubles. In exchange for her agreement to keep the child, I

    invested in the Hawthorne Group and provided Evelina with resources to boost her career in the

    entertainment Industry¡±

    Because of all this, Remington felt a sense of guilt towards Evelina.

    After all, being forced to carry and give birth to the child of an assant was not something any woman

    would find joy

    Moreover the child would grow up fatherless.

    Lizetta was stunned, having not expected the story to unfold like this.

    No wonder she always felt Evelinacked genuine maternal affection towards her unborn child.

    If she truly loved the baby, why would she behave so recklessly, even to the point of pushing Lizetta

    towards the pool once?

    ¡°Barbara and Martin don¡¯t know about the child?¡±

    ¡°Martin knows. Barbara¡¯s already in thete stages of lung cancer She was already not doing well, and

    then she had to face the grief of losing her son. She couldn¡¯t take any more bad news. Evelina had a

    risky pregnancy at one point, almost miscarried, so Martin and i decided to keep it from Barbara. We

    were worried that if Evelina couldn¡¯t keep the baby, it would just be another blow to her, possibly one

    she couldn¡¯t recover from.¡±

    Remington¡¯s voice trailed off,den with worry

    Evelina¡¯s baby was tied to Quinn¡¯s death, and even more so to Martin¡¯s hical decision to keep

    Quinn¡¯s death a secret for the sake of business

    Barbara couldn¡¯t afford any more surprises because of this child

    And Quinn, who had lived honorably, would have his memory tamished by the scandalous

    circumstances surrounding Evelina¡¯s child.

    With so much at stake, revealing the child¡¯s paternity would unravel too many secrets.

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t realized Barbara was in thete stages of lung cancer, recalling how frail and aged she

    appearedst time they met, even needing a wheelchair

    ¡°So that¡¯s why you went along with your grandmother¡¯s wishes to have Evelina undergo amniocentesis.

    You were worried the child might not be Quinn¡¯s because Evelina had an affair.¡±

    Now Lizetta understood, but she felt Remington could have shared this with her privately, trusting she

    wouldn¡¯t spread the word.

    She couldn¡¯t shake off the feeling that Remington was still keeping something from her, a slight unease

    settling in her heart

    As she pondered what else might be off, Remington squeezed her hand, interrupting her thoughts.

    yaku

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s rtionships and love life don¡¯t concem me, but he couldn¡¯t harm the baby. Once Evelina

    safely delivers the baby, it will be directly taken in by the West family. And it won¡¯t be public knowledge

    that Evelina is the mother, Instead, we¡¯ll say the baby was left by Quinn¡¯s girlfriend from abroad. So,

    you don¡¯t need to worry about any future entanglements between Evelina and the child. After she gives

    birth and receives what she wants in return, she¡¯ll move on and live a normal life, having nothing to do

    with the child anymore.¡±

    Remington then gently stroked Lizetta¡¯s head, ¡°I promised Martin to keep the child¡¯s origin a secret,

    which is why I¡¯ve kept quiet. But with someone getting so insanely jealous, I was afraid I might end up

    losing both my wife and my child if I didn¡¯t speak up¡±

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    The look on Remington¡¯s face was a mix of frustration and resignation, something Lizetta hadn¡¯t

    expected him to express in jest.

    Feeling her cheeks warm with a blush, Lizetta strightened her posture and wrapped her arms around

    Remington¡¯s neck, saying, ¡°I had no idea it would turn out like this! If you had just been upfront with me

    from the beginning, how could I possibly not ept this child? Don¡¯t worry. Remi. III keep this secret

    safe. And since you¡¯re treating that child like a nephew and I¡¯m your wife, I¡¯ll definitely care for him with

    all my heart¡°:

    Her expression was eamest,pelling Remington to break into a smile.

    ¡°Mrs Dashiell, you are so understanding andpassionate?¡±

    Lizetta lifted her chin, ¡°Of course, I am naturally a kind hearted angel¡±

    Her yful gaze and the gentle curve of her eyes made her look all the mom charming

    Remington felt he hadn¡¯t seen her this rxed and happy around him in a long time.

    His heart fluttered, and with a slight curl of his lips, he teased.

    and vibrant

    ¡°So, you¡¯re agreeing to raise the child with me, Mrs. Dashiell. Does this mean you¡¯re not considering

    divorce anymore?¡±

    He wrapped his arms around her waist. ¡°Let¡¯s head to the city hall tomorrow and cancel the divorce

    application.¡±

    Lizetta blinked, realizing Remington was quite the trickster.

    He had skillfully steered the conversation away from divorce without her noticing.

    How could he!

    Puffing her cheeks, she retorted, ¡°Dream on! You¡¯ve upset me more times than I can count. I¡¯m only

    staying temporarily because of Joy. and because your injury is somewhat my concern! Don¡¯t think I¡¯m

    easy to appease. Right now, you¡¯re at most a probationary husband!¡±

    ¡°Probationary husband? Remington raised an eyebrow

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    Lizetta nodded, ¡°You don¡¯t know? It¡¯s like being an intern at the Starlight Group. You have less than a

    month left in your probation. If you perform well, well see. But if you disappoint me during this period,

    Mr. Dashiell, you should know what happens next, right?¡±

    At his silence, Lizetta squinted her eyes, ¡°Any objections?¡±

    Remington clicked his tongue. ¡°Then, may I know what the probation criteria are, Mrs. Dashiell? Since

    it¡¯s my first time as an intem, I could use some guidance.¡±

    His eyes sparkled with amusement, letting her have her moment.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but feel sweet inside.

    Her cheeks reddened slightly as she put up a finger, ¡°The criteria are simple, just one! Make. Me.

    Happy!¡±

    Remington nodded, ¡°Since it¡¯s a probation, could I please get my offer from you, my boss?¡±

    Lizetta paused

    ¡°What offer?¡±

    Remington reached into his hospital gown pocket and after a momed, he opened his palm.

    There, lying quietly, was a men¡¯s diamond ring

    Their wedding ring

    Lizetta stared at the ring, her mouth agape in surprise, feeling a mix of sour and sweet emotions.

    She looked up at him, ¡°You said you threw the ring away!¡±

    That day, in the car, he had clearly thrown the ring out of the window in front of her.

    How could it still be here?

    Remington offered the ring to Lizetta. ¡°I didn¡¯t throw it away.¡±

    So, he had tricked her again!

    Did he know how much it hurt her to see him throw away their wedding ring?

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes welled up, but she made no move,

    Remington urged, ¡°You wanted me to be a probationary husband, and even a probationary husband

    should get an offer, right? Come on, put it on me.

    Finally, Lizetta took the ring and slid it onto his finger.

    Remington Inspected it with satisfaction, ¡°An offer is a mutual choice. Your ring is at Oakridge Heights.

    Make sure to wear itter!!

    Lizetta was speechless.

    He was a true capitalist

    Before she could respond. Remington suddenly shifted, pinning her down on the hospital bed.

    Lizetta¡¯s head sank into the soft pillows, her hair sprawled in his grip, as Remington¡¯s lips gently met

    her forehead, then her eyes, grazing over her eyshes, the tip of her nose, and finally hovering over

    her lips.

    His breath was heavy, his lips teasing hers without delving deeper, their breaths mingling, creating a

    tantalizing anticipation yet frustratingly out of reach,

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    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes fluttered, but she could hear him, his lips barely grazing hers, as he asked with a

    slow, teasing smile.

    Boss, you enjoying this kiss? Does it make you happy?¡±

    At that moment, Lizetta felt like she w

    was harassing an intern, but not in the way she ever expected.

    She had no idea he could be so yful; they had never flirted like this before.

    Admitting to herself, Lizetta realized she was na?ve and unexperienced; his teasing had her heart

    melting.

    Her eyes sparkled with a shy desire, too embarrassed to speak. She simply lifted her hand to wrap

    around Remington¡¯s neck, tilting her head up and parting her lips in silent invitation.

    She was telling him, she liked it, thrilled even.

    And she wanted more.

    Remington¡¯s breathing turned ragged, his hand on the back of Lizetta¡¯s head tensed, ready to deepen

    their connection.

    Suddenly, the door to the hospital room burst open.

    ¡°Remington, I heard Liz¡­¡±

    At the doorway, Fiona led the way, with Hanna following closely behind, apanied by two servants.

    They all froze, eyes wide with shock.

    It was a d¨¦j¨¤ vu moment.

    Facing embarrassment twice in the same ce on the same day was something Lizetta had never

    anticipated.

    Her face turned scarlet, wishing she could just disappear.

    However, Fiona¡¯s reaction was clearly different from Cedric and the doctor who had discreetly closed

    the door earlier.

    Before Lizetta.could even react, Fiona charged in, cane in hand, and fury on her face. ¡°I knew you were

    up to no good, forcing Liz like this! Did you drag her back from the airport? Are you nning to force

    her into having your kids, keep her trapped with a baby to tie her down? Get away from her, what kind

    of monster has the Dashiell family raised

    With that, Fiona swung her cane, hitting Remington on the back, then grabbed his cor, trying to pull

    him away.

    Remington, helpless and worried she might hurt herself in her old age, cooperated and sat up, sighing,

    ¡°Grandma, I didn¡¯t¡±

    Lizetta, her face still beet¨Cred, sheepishly sat up as well.

    Yet, deep down, she thought Fiona¡¯s usations weren¡¯t entirely off base.

    She med her own foolishness for falling for his tricks and being lured back.

    ¡°Mom! Remington is injured, how can youy hands on him?¡±

    Hanna rushed forward, trying to stop Fiona from hitting aga

    She had just managed to annoy Remington by being med away at the door, and informed Fiona about

    the situation, hoping Fional would scold Lizetta a bit.

    Ideally, to send Lizetta abroad and smooth over anyplictions with their divorce.

    But Flona¡¯s heart seemed entirely on Lizetta¡¯s side, not only refraining from scolding her but also

    turning to berate Remington fiercely.

    ¡°He¡¯s a grown man; it¡¯s his fault for not protecting his wife. So what if he gets burt for her? Look, he¡¯s

    fine, still full of life and bothering Liz without considering the situation, Fiona said, her lips pursed in

    displeasure at Hanna.

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks blushed even deeper at Fiona¡¯s harsh words.

    Sitting up hastily from the bed, she avoided eye contact, trying to fix her hair.

    ncing at Remington, she silently urged him to say something, anything to ease the tension.

    To her surprise. Remington simply raised, an eyebrow and agreed with his grandmother

    ¡°Grandma, you are right. I didn¡¯t protect my wife well enough; I deserved that hit.¡±

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    His words left Hanna shocked beyond words, and Lizetta even more lost for what to say.

    Then, Remington added, ¡°Grandma, this isn¡¯t the time for this discussion. There¡¯s some good news I

    need to share with you and Mom

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    Lizetta was just beginning to grasp what Remington was trying to say, but she wasn¡¯t quite ready to go

    public with her pregnancy yet. Especially since she hadn¡¯t fully decided to stay just before Granny and

    the others arrived.

    Her heart fluttered with anxiety, and she quickly looked up at Remington

    He was gazing at her, his smile reaching his deep, soulful eyes as he reached out to hold her right

    hand.

    Their fingers intertwined slowly, locking together.

    His hand was so broad and warm, a reassurance that reminded her of how, as a child, as long as her

    brother was holding her hand, she felt she could face any hardship.

    At that moment, Lizetta¡¯s fluttering heart calmed down.

    She smiled, nodding slightly at him.

    ¡°What¡¯s the good news? Come on, spit it out¡±

    Watching Lizetta and Remington smile at each other hand in hand, Fiona looked thoughtful and

    immediately urged them on.

    Hanna, however, furrowed her brows. What kind of good news could there possibly be at a time like

    this?

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    It was obvious ¨C the two were not going to divorce.

    She felt a headacheing on and interjected, ¡°Mom, let¡¯s check on Remington¡¯s injury first. The rest

    can wait.¡±

    Before Hanna could finish, Fiona, imitated, mmed her cane on the floor.

    ¡°He¡¯s sitting right here, and anyone with h eyes can see he¡¯s fine. Can¡¯t you go a minute without

    causing trouble?¡±

    Fiona didn¡¯t spare Hanna any dignity, and Hanna¡¯s face turned green as she looked at Remington for

    help, seeking a way out.

    But Remington wasn¡¯t looking at her, instead, he turned to Lizetta with a gentle smile.

    Fiona, too, looked at Lizetta with a warm smile, ¡°Liz,

    1. tell me.¡±

    They were a picture of happiness, leaving Hanna out in the cold.

    Hanna didn¡¯t want to hear about any happy news¡® of them not divorcing. She turned around, stormed

    out

    Just then, Remington¡¯s voice, deeper than usual and filled with a rare joy, called out from behind.

    ¡°Granny, she¡¯s shy, let me tell you. Liz is pregnant, the baby¡¯s been with us for over three months now.

    Granny, I¡¯m going to be a father, and you¡¯re going to be a great¨Cgrandmother.¡±

    Although Fiona had sensed from the young couple¡¯s expressions that it was more than just not

    divorcing, she hadn¡¯t expected Lizetta to be pregnant

    Fiona froze for a moment before her face lit up with joy, amused and delighted by Remington¡¯s

    eagerness to share the news of his impending fatherhood with the world.

    Fiona got up from her chair, pushed Remington ag held it tightly, asking. Liz is it true?¡±

    sat next to Lizetta 1. She snatched Lizetta¡¯s hand from Remington¡¯s grasp and

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and quilt, hardd daring to meet Fiona¡¯s joyful gaze.

    She nodded, ¡°Granny, I¡¯m sorry. Even though I knew how much you hoped Remi and I would have a

    baby, I still hid it from you.¡±

    Unable to lift her head from shame, Granny embraced her,forting her back.

    ¡°Child, you¡¯ve been through so much.¡±

    Granny understood the immense pressure and disappointment that must have been felt to decide on

    hiding the pregnancy and raising the child alone.

    ¡°Silly girl, I¡¯m too happy and concerned to me you. It¡¯s wonderful you¡¯re pregnant!¡±

    Then, a soft noise made Lizetta look up.

    Hanna¡¯s purse had fallen to the ground, and she was staring at Lizetta¡¯s belly with aplex

    expression, shock painted across her face. ¡°You¡¯re really pregnant? Knowing Joseph needed saving,

    you still chose to hide your pregnancy!¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face quickly turned to anger.

    She thought Lizetta did it on purpose, sure that Lizetta knew the child in Evelina¡¯s womb wasn¡¯t

    Remington¡¯s, waiting for this moment to embarrass het

    She saw

    Evelina making a fool of herself, feigning a desire for divorce, all while confidently knowing she carried

    the Dashiell family¡¯s

    future heir.

    ¡°Enough!¡±

    Fiona¡¯s face darkened as she sharply interrupted Hanna¡¯s harsh words.

    And Hanna, silenced by the rebuke, finally noticed Remington¡¯s icy demeanor.

    The look he gave her was like he was staring at a stranger, not at all like he was looking at his own

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    Henna momentarily stiffened, her hands clenched tightly.

    Seeing this, Fiona patted Lizetta¡¯s hand and said in a gentle voice. ¡°Liz, I didn¡¯t know today, didn¡¯t bring

    a little wee gift for our little bean. I¡¯ll make it up next time.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°Wait till Joy is born, then you can give it, it¡¯s all still early¡±

    Fiona chuckled and rubbed Lizetta¡¯s belly, ¡°So the baby is named Joy? Good, that¡¯s a nice unisex

    name. Joy, I¡¯m your great¨Cgrandma, you hurry up and grow, so you can meet your great¨Cgrandma

    soon.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s lips curved slightly, looking down at her still¨Ct belly with tender eyes, her gaze as gentle as

    water.

    She didn¡¯t notice that as she stared at her belly, Remington sitting beside her was also looking at her

    intently, his gaze never leaving her. Remington looked utterly besotted, his thin lips curved in a soft

    smile, his eyes rippling like melting ice.

    Hanna stood aside, feeling out of ce.

    Fiona then stood up, ¡°You two probably have a lot to talk about, I won¡¯t intrude on your couple¡¯s time.¡±

    Her mood had soured a bit because of Hanna¡¯s interference.

    Lizetta quickly stood up, ¡°Then let me walk you out, Grandma.¡±

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    ¡°No need! You just sit tight, don¡¯t movel¡± Fiona made Lizetta sit back down as if she were a fragile

    treasure.

    She then turned to Remington, ¡°Take good care of your wife, If she gets hurt again, don¡¯t call me

    Grandma!¡±

    After saying this, Fiona left with Hanna. Once out of the room, her smile faded.

    They rode in silence, Hanna sitting next to Fiona, feeling a bit tense

    Fiona¡¯s face was stem, clearly angry, and Hanna was still somewhat afraid of her mother¨Cinw

    ¡°Mom, I was just worried Lizetta wasn¡¯t being cautious, messing around and the child could be at risk.¡±

    Hanna couldn¡¯t resist the pressure and started making excuses first, Fiona¡¯s aged but sharp gaze

    turned on her.

    Hanna faltered, then Fiona said stemnly.

    ¡°You know why you did it! The child in Liz¡¯s belly is Remington¡¯s, your own grandson, not a tool for

    saving Joseph! Keep your ulterior motives to yourself!¡±

    Fiona was aware that Hanna w

    WOS

    hoping the baby in Lizetta¡¯s belly could be a donor match to cure Joseph¡¯s illness.

    Hoping for a match was human nature.

    But to treat the unbom child as a mere tool for treatment was unfair to the child, Lizetta, and

    Remington!

    Once the child was bom, given Lizetta¡¯s affection for Joseph, she would definitely volunteer for the

    compatibility test without anyone

    asking.

    A sessful match would be a blessing from heaven for the Dashiell family; a failure, on the other

    hand, should not bring guilt or disappointment. It¡¯s simply fate.

    Fiona didn¡¯t want Lizetta to carry unnecessary stress from epancy Pregnancy was challenging enough,

    requiring sensitivity and

    care.

    ¡°Saving Joseph is not the responsibility or obligation of Remington and his wife. Don¡¯t bring this up

    again before the child is born! Do you hear me?¡±

    Fiona red at Hanna, who nodded.

    ¡°I understand, Mom.¡±

    Fiona could tell her agreement was insincere and added, ¡°You already made a mistake with Remington

    once, cooling his heart towards you. If you treat Remington¡¯s child as a lifesaver, how do you think he

    will feel? Even he¡¯s your son, he can¡¯t withstand being let down again and again! Think about it!¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face turned pale at the mention of past events.

    Thinking back, Hanna also remembered Lizetta, who always seemed to oppose her.

    With a mix of regret and resentment, she muttered, ¡°Ste was so perfect in every way, so close to me.

    If she had survived that year, she and Remington might have¡­

    She trailed off as Fiona gave her a stem look

    Hanna closed her mouth, but Fiona, reminded of past sorrows, looked tired and sad, closing her eyes

    without saying more.

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    In the hospital room, after Fiona took Hanna away, Lizetta remained silent, her lips pursed.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Remington pulled her into his arms again and asked, looking down at her.

    Lizetta felt uneasy because of Hanna¡¯s words. She deeply cared about Joseph and wanted to save

    him. But Joy was her treasure too, and she didn¡¯t want her baby to be seen merely as a hope or tool for

    saving Joseph. She wished for Joy to be born out of pure love, not for anyone else.

    However, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help wondering if Remington had chased her all the way from the airport back

    only because she was pregnant, and because Joy might be the key to saving Joseph.

    ¡°Remi, what if Joy isn¡¯t a match for Joseph? Would you be disappointed?¡± Lizetta¡¯s voice trembled

    slightly as she looked up at him.

    Sensing her anxiety, Remington held her tighter, gently smoothing the worried furrow between her

    brows. ¡°Pregnancy brain much?¡± he teased.

    Lizetta blinked and puffed out her cheeks in response.

    Remington poked her cheeks yfully, ¡°Joy is our child. I look forward to his arrival simply because I¡¯m

    his dad. It¡¯s unrted to anyone or anything else. Don¡¯t take my mom¡¯s words to heart and overthink,

    okay?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, a smile returning to her face. ¡°But I do hope Joy could help Joseph,¡± she admitted.

    Suddenly remembering something, she tugged on Remington¡¯s shirt. ¡°Where¡¯s my phone?¡±

    Remington had confiscated her phone earlier and hadn¡¯t returned it yet. Thinking she was eager to

    contact Ynda, he leaned over to retrieve it from the nightstand.

    After booting it up, Lizetta excitedly opened a voice recording and urged Remington, ¡°Lie down, quick.¡±

    Remington, puzzled but indulgent,y down on the hospital bed.

    ¡°Close your eyes. I¡¯ve got something for you to listen to.¡±

    Obediently, he closed his eyes, the corners crinkling with a smile.

    Lizettay beside him, cing his hand on her belly. She then yed the encrypted audio clip and

    closed her eyes too.

    The sound of a little train chugging filled their ears. Lizetta, covering Remington¡¯s hand with hers,

    giggled. ¡°Honey, can you hear that? That¡¯s Joy¡¯s heartbeat.¡±

    Jenny had apanied Lizetta to a prenatal checkup and helped record this audio clip. Lizetta had

    saved it on her phone to listen from time to time.

    Now, she couldn¡¯t wait to share it with Remington, to tell him their Joy was healthy and soon to join

    them in this world.

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    At first, Remington didn¡¯t understand what the sound was. But when Lizetta exined it was the baby¡¯s

    heartbeat, his hand instinctively tightened slightly over her belly, overwhelmed and cautious not to

    press

    too hard.

    A miraculous feeling surged through him, leaving him speechless and deeply moved.

    In his heart, he promised silently.

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    ¡°Such a considerate little one. When you¡¯re born, I will treat you to extra gifts. Without you, I might have

    lost your mommy.¡±

    ¡°Remi? Remington, don¡¯t you have anything to say?¡± Lizetta waited but heard nothing from him. She

    opened her eyes.

    The audio had finished ying, but Remingtony still, his expression serene.

    Lizetta wondered if he¡¯d fallen asleep and felt a spike of irritation, nudging him awake.

    Remington then opened his eyes. ¡°Is he running a train in there?¡±

    Lizetta was at a loss for words.

    She had been moved to tears the first time she heard the heartbeat, and this was his reaction?

    She huffed, ¡°Don¡¯t you have anything else to say?¡±

    Remington shed a sly smile, leaning closer. ¡°You just called me ¡®honey!¡¯ Sweetheart, say it again. I

    love hearing it.¡±

    Lizetta froze, her cheeks flushing with color,

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    Lizetta shot Remington an annoyed re, her words defiant despite her flushed face. ¡°Me, call out?

    You must¡¯ve heard wrong.¡±

    Just moments before, they were nestled together, listening to the heartbeat of their unborn child. Their

    hands caressed Joy, their soon¨Cto¨Cbe baby, in an embrace that felt like the epitome of bliss, a perfect

    little family moment.

    Caught up in the moment, Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but call out without even realizing it.

    Now, under Remington¡¯s deep gaze, teasing her, Lizetta found herself too embarrassed to make

    another sound.

    But Remington wasn¡¯t about to let her off that easily, his presence closing in.

    ¡°If you won¡¯t call out, I¡¯ll just have to kiss you.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks burned hotter, but a sly spark danced in her bright eyes. She tilted her head up, her

    lips meeting his in a preemptive strike.

    Remington paused, taken aback, but then his breathing became erratic, and he took control of the kiss,

    deepening it.

    They were lost in each other¡¯s embrace under the warm winter sun, Lizetta with her eyes closed, never

    feeling as close to him as she did at that moment.

    She felt their hearts drawing nearer; she didn¡¯t mind if Remington didn¡¯t love her now because she

    believed that eventually, he would love her just as much she loved him, even if it was just a bit less.

    But Lizetta had forgotten that life often has its own ns, and things rarely go smoothly.

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    Remington was injured, having not slept all night, and after a while, Lizetta pushed him away, urging

    him to

    rest.

    He tightened his arms around her and quickly fell asleep, still holding onto Lizetta.

    Only when he was deeply asleep did Lizetta gently extricate herself from his grasp and get off the

    hospital bed.

    She bent down and gently lifted Remington¡¯s hospital gown, seeing the thick bandages wrapped

    around his waist, her eyes welling up with tears. The sight of those bandages meant his injuries were

    severe.

    Like Joseph, Remington had a rare blood type, and losing so much blood without a timely transfusion

    was dangerous.

    Hisplexion was off, his lips pale.

    Lizetta kissed Remington¡¯s cheek tenderly before quietly leaving the room.

    Ynda must be worried sick; Lizetta needed to get in touch with her.

    Downstairs, Lizetta dialed her phone, and Ynda picked up immediately, her voiceced with

    urgency. ¡°Liz, are you okay? Did badass Remington do anything to you?¡±

    She was almost out of her mind with worry. The day Remington found out Lizetta was pregnant, he left

    with an intimidating aura. Since then, Ynda hadn¡¯t been able to contact Lizetta, only knowing she

    was taken by Remington.

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    Ynda had asked Cassius for help, but that good¨Cfor¨Cnothing had exploited her concern, giving

    nothing useful in return. She even started to doubt if Cassius and Remington were really friends.

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m fine.¡± Lizetta briefly exined the past couple of days to Ynda, who also recounted their

    encounter with Remington.

    ¡°So, he didn¡¯t trouble you guys? Jenny is okay, right?*

    ¡°Badass Remington was too busy chasing after you to bother with us. Jenny got a bit scared, but she¡¯s

    fine.¡±

    Lizetta felt guilty. ¡°Yoli, could you contact Jenny? I want to invite her for a meal to apologize.¡±

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    It was Jolin, Apollo, and Erica, the trio that had turned up looking like they¡¯d seen a ghost.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t believe her eyes, and yet, there was a part of her that remained on high alert. She west

    just anyone now; she was a mother, and she had her little Joy to protect.

    She knew all too well how troublesome the McCoy siblings could be.

    But before she could even react, the trio spun on their heels and took off as if the devil himself was on

    their tail.

    They vanished without a trace in less than thirty seconds, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers

    whispering and staring.

    Stunned, Lizetta stood there until Ynda came running up.

    ¡°Liz, is the hospital doubling as a movie set or something? I swear I just saw three zombies booking it

    down the hallway. Made me think we were in some kind of virus outbreak scenario, like something out

    of a horror movie.¡±

    Lizetta just stared, ¡°It was Jolin, Apollo, and Erica¡±

    Ynda burst intoughter, tears streaming down her face. ¡°What? Did they get struck by lightning for

    being too sneaky?¡±

    ¡°A car ident?¡± Lizetta suggested but then shook her head. It didn¡¯t make sense for all their injuries to

    be concentrated on their faces. She recalled thest time she saw them, causing trouble in Thaddeus¡®

    hospital room until Cedric had to intervene.

    Remembering something Remington had mentioned about taking care of it, and their terrified reaction

    upon seeing her, Lizetta pieced it together. A smile yed on her lips at the thought. Being protected

    felt surprisingly sweet.

    ¡°What¡¯s got you smiling like that? Oh, and what did you mean earlier when you said you and Badass

    Remington made up?¡± Ynda inquired, curious about the details Lizetta had omitted over the phone.

    Lizetta pulled Ynda to a seat, leaving out the part about Quinn as she exined everything else.

    ¡°Yoli, I know it sounds pathetic, but standing outside that ICU, thinking he was gone, I felt like my world

    was copsing. Right then, I realized that losing him forever hurt more than not being loved by him. He

    never betrayed our marriage. These past four years, he might have been distant, but he never

    neglected me materially. His only fault was not loving me, but he thought I had betrayed him with that

    incident. It¡¯s understandable why he felt that way. From when I was eight until I turned eighteen, he

    protected me for ten years. I¡¯ve only been fighting for our marriage for two. Can¡¯t I try a little longer?¡±

    Lizetta looked at Ynda with hopeful, sparkling eyes, vibrant with life and dreams for the future.

    Ynda couldn¡¯t bring herself to dampen her spirits. She too wanted Lizetta to be happy.

    Everyone dreamed of having a hero to protect them from harm, and to Lizetta, Remington was that

    hero.

    Ynda remembered witnessing Remington¡¯s extreme affection for Lizetta on several asions.

    Like the time in junior high when some troublemakers made inappropriatements at Lizetta, and

    Remington chased them through the streets until they were crying for mercy.

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    Or the time during a thunderstorm, Remington carried Lizetta all the way to her ssroom because she

    had a stomachache from eating too much cold food during her period. He didn¡¯t want her to walk in the

    rain and make it worse.

    Even the most stoic of hearts would melt under such care, especially when it came from Remington, a

    man at the pinnacle of Zion City¡¯s elite, blessed by fate itself.

    Ynda knew, if she were in Lizetta¡¯s shoes, she¡¯d probably be even more head over heels.

    But the stark difference in their social standings was a hard reality.

    Ynda had seen the toll it took on Lizetta in their marriage, and she could only hope that now, with

    their baby on the way, Remington would take good care of her and spare her any more heartache.

    Squeezing Lizetta¡¯s cheek, Ynda shared a piece of wisdom, ¡°They say you shouldn¡¯t meet someone

    too dazzling in your youth, or you¡¯ll spend the rest of your life haunted by what could have been.¡±

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    ¡°Looks like you¡¯ve fallen hard for Remington, huh? A few sweet nothings from him and you¡¯re all over

    yourself. Pathetic, really!¡±

    Lizetta figured Ynda was disappointed. After all, Ynda had been running around, helping her deal

    with her divorce. And now, Lizetta had suddenly changed her mind.

    Feeling guilty and flustered, Lizetta was about to apologize when Ynda suddenly hugged her,

    laughing.

    ¡°No matter what you decide, girl, I¡¯ve got your back! Besides, with Joy in the picture, who wouldn¡¯t want

    to be the morous wife of a wealthy family, andter, the elegant matriarch? It¡¯d be dumb to pass that

    up! You¡¯re not the only one who¡¯s head over heels for Remington, Girls willing to chase him could line

    up around Zion City twice! How can you call that pathetic? You¡¯re brave for chasing love, Liz. Go get

    him, and I wish you all the happiness!¡±

    Feeling a warmth in her heart, Lizetta hugged Ynda back.

    ¡°Yoli, thank you. You have no idea how relieved I was to find out he wasn¡¯t with Evelina. If he¡¯s got no

    one else in his heart, why can¡¯t that person be me? I mean, I¡¯ve always been close to him, like a sister.

    Now, as his lover and wife, I can definitely make a ce for myself in his heart! After all, I¡¯m pretty cute

    and have a great personality, right?¡±

    ¡°Absolutely, you¡¯re a total catch! Go on, win him overpletely!¡± Ynda cheered for Lizetta.

    Lizetta blushed slightly, her lips curving into a shy smile.

    Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, her smile widened.

    She nced at Ynda, who waved her hand dismissively.

    ¡°Ugh, can I smell the cheesy scent of love in the air? Go on, take the call.¡±

    Lizetta answered the phone, pressing it to her ear, and Remington¡¯s familiar, gravelly voice filled her

    ear.

    ¡°Where are you?¡±

    He sounded like he had just woken up, his voice husky and incredibly appealing to Liz.

    ¡°I¡¯m downstairs, chatting with Yoli. Why didn¡¯t you sleep in a bit more?¡±

    ¡°You said you¡¯d sleep in with me. Without you, I can¡¯t sleep deeply. When are youing back?¡±

    Lizetta could detect a hint of sulkiness in his tone. She turned to nce at Ynda.

    Ynda, having caught a bit of the conversation, winked at Lizetta, raising her voice yfully, ¡°Just a

    few words and someone¡¯s already checking in on you. Alright, I¡¯m off. But Mr. Dashiell, if you don¡¯t treat

    our Liz right this time, believe me, I¡¯ll be down at the Starlight Group¡¯s building with a banner protesting

    against you!¡±

    After saying her piece, Ynda waved goodbye, ¡°Got stuff to do at the studio. You¡¯re okay, so I¡¯m off.¡±

    She left, her departure as fiery as ever.

    Lizetta chuckled, phone in hand, heading back inside, ¡°Did you hear that? Yoli is always so dramatic.

    Don¡¯t be upset.¡±

    Remington justughed lightly, ¡°It¡¯s good she¡¯s so protective of you. Why would I be upset?¡±

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    If it weren¡¯t for Ynda¡¯s genuine care for Lizetta, Remington would have had a hard time tolerating her

    antics.

    ¡°I¡¯ll be up in a moment, then. Gotta go, bye.¡±

    His chuckle tugged at Lizetta¡¯s heartstrings. She hung up, feeling a flutter in her chest.

    But she hadn¡¯t expected to look up and see Evelina in a heated exchange with Jolin and her entourage.

    It was clear Jolin was pestering Evelina, who looked utterly frustrated yet somehow obliged to deal with

    them.

    Then, something Jolin said seemed to corner Evelina, who turned to April and reached out her hand.

    April handed over a bank card, which Evelina then gave to Jolin.

    Only then did Jolin and her group leave, allowing Lizetta to stealthily move behind a pir to watch.

    Seeing them go, Lizetta pondered the situation.

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    Jolin had let slip before that Evelina regrly sent them money.

    Now, even in her own turmoil, Evelina was still looking out for them.

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    Lizetta pondered for a moment, then stepped out from behind the marble column and walked towards

    the

    elevator.

    Evelina spotted her immediately and hurried over, hands on her hips.

    ¡°Liz, I bet you¡¯ve already seen your mom and uncles, right? They¡¯ve been seriously hurt and can¡¯t

    afford medical bills. You¡¯re their flesh and blood, and yet you avoid them. That¡¯s not cool, is it?¡±

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks, looked at Evelina, and said with a smile, ¡°Well, you¡¯re here, aren¡¯t you?

    Ms. Hawthorne, since you are such a good Samaritan, why not help them out a bit more? After all, they

    were your family for six years and raised you.¡±

    Lizetta walked past Evelina, but Evelina grabbed her arm.

    ¡°Liz, don¡¯t you think you¡¯re being a bit cold¨Chearted? You¡¯re now thedy of the Dashiell family, carrying

    the Dashiell heir. Are you really going to watch your mom and uncles struggle to borrow money for

    medical bills? That won¡¯t look good on you, you know.¡±

    Evelina was frustrated. Remington was hardly paying her any attention these days.

    To make matters worse, he pulled the Hawthorne family¡¯s funding, leaving them in a precarious

    situation.

    And now, she was being hassled by Jolin and her gang, leeching off her like parasites.

    Seeing a chance to exploit, they turned to Evelina for money instead of daring to bother Lizetta, seeing

    her as an easy target.

    Evelina was tight on money herself and didn¡¯t want to pay, but Jolin had something on her, forcing her

    hand.

    Damn it!

    Lizetta saw Evelina¡¯s anxious expression and nodded.

    ¡°My reputation¡¯s already not the best; being called unfilial won¡¯t change much. But you, you always

    care about your reputation. Since you¡¯re so concerned about them, why not take care of them for life? I

    won¡¯t mind spreading the word about your good deeds.¡±

    ¡°You!¡± Evelina clenched her fists in anger.

    It was clear to Lizetta that Evelina wanted to offload Jolin and her troubles onto her.

    So, Evelina wasn¡¯t helping Jolin out of old times¡® sake but was being ckmailed?

    What could Jolin have on Evelina?

    Lizetta said, ¡°Don¡¯t feel too bad. Between us, it seems Jolin prefers you. Why is that?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s eyes flickered with panic for a moment, but she quickly covered it and said, ¡°Because I

    respect her more. I¡¯ve always seen her as the mother who raised me. You, on the other hand, have

    always acted like a spoiled brat in the Hawthorne family. You never saw her as your mother, so of

    course, she prefers me!¡±

    Lizetta caught that moment of panic in Evelina¡¯s eyes.

    She lost interest in probing further and simply raised an eyebrow.

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    ¡°Indeed, I don¡¯t see her as a mother. I¡¯d rather be motherless than have one who doesn¡¯t care if I live or

    die.¡±

    When Lizetta was eight, she was nearly beaten to death by Hans. She saw Joline home and

    reached out for help, but Jolin, terrified, pretended nothing happened and left, even taking off her heels

    to avoid making noise.

    Call her heartless or unfilial, but from that day, Lizetta stopped seeing Jolin as her mother.

    Reaching the elevator, Lizetta, Evelina, and April found themselves together again.

    Lizetta was slightly annoyed, thinking she¡¯d have to ask the doctor how much longer Remington would

    be hospitalized.

    She really didn¡¯t want to keep bumping into Evelina like this.

    ¡°Eve, I was reading online that getting a small asteroid named isn¡¯t just about having the money; it¡¯s a

    wholeplicated process. But having an asteroid named after you is such a grand, permanent honor,

    recognized internationally. Even decades or centuriester, that star remains uniquely yours,

    unchangeable. It¡¯s so romantic! Oh, Eve, the asteroid Mr. Dashiell named after you, it¡¯s called

    Evangeline, right? Sounds beautiful, don¡¯t you think, Ms. Gardenia?¡±

    April suddenly spoke up, eagerly bragging to Evelina.

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    of Lizetta had heard these words before, her heart would have felt like it was being sliced open with a

    kife

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    But now she knew the true story behind Evelina¡¯s pregnancy, and these words only slightly annoyed

    her.

    She looked at April and Evelina, ¡°Evangeline? Not bad.¡±

    Her reaction was so nonchnt,pletely outside of Evelina¡¯s expectations.

    Eveline stared at Lizetta, hoping she was just putting on a brave face and that inside, she was in

    excruciating pain

    But what she found was that Lizetta genuinely didn¡¯t seem to care.

    Evelina¡¯s nails dug into her palm as she forced a smile, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Liz. New asteroids aren¡¯t exactly

    dime a dozen. Next chance we get, Remington will probably name one after you too.¡±

    Listening to her thinly veiled digs, Lizetta thought about how Evelina¡¯s deceitful maniption years ago

    had led her to believe Remington was still hung up on his past love.

    Without Evelina¡¯s scheming, perhaps there wouldn¡¯t have been so many misunderstandings between

    Lizetta and Remington. Lizetta wished she could give Evelina a piece of her mind right then and there.

    She shot Evelina a cold look, ¡°Evelina, have the ps from Hanna not faded yet? Are you that eager

    for another round?¡±

    Evelina had been pped several times by Hanna before, leaving her face swollen with nail marks,

    now hidden behind a face mask

    Hearing Lizetta¡¯s words, she felt her cheeks burn anew.

    ¡°You put on such a show to make me believe you and my husband had a thing in Celestia, spreading

    those false rumors back home, making people think I stole your man and your happy ending. Carrying

    another manis child, yet leveraging my husband¡¯s guilt to try and drive a wedge between us. With all

    your plotting, what did you gain? My husband still wouldn¡¯t give you a second nce. Evelina, I¡¯m not

    hitting you today, not because you¡¯re not despicable enough, but because I¡¯m considering your unborn

    child. My husband has told me everything. Hearing you now, it¡¯s justughable. I¡¯d advise you to stop

    lowering yourself. After all, what goes aroundes around. Eventually, that baby will be born, and

    what will you do without your shield?¡±

    Lizetta was only holding back because of Quinn, Quinn was a stand¨Cup guy. Once, when Lizetta and

    Lucian were fighting as kids, Quinn happened to walk by and even helped Lizetta out, giving her an

    orange candy afterward,

    Evelina¡¯s expression froze, and she stared at Lizetta with disbelief and envy.

    She couldn¡¯t believe Remington had told Lizetta everything!

    Remington had promised to keep it a secret. How could he disclose such crucial matters to Lizetta, that

    little nobody?

    Why did he care so much, trust, and value Lizetta?

    Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Lizetta made to leave. Evelina, however, couldn¡¯t hold back

    her rage.

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    ¡°Lizetta, don¡¯t be so smug! Do you think you¡¯ve won? Hah, Remington is only keeping you around for

    the baby! He¡¯s hoping that baby can save his little brother¡¯s life. Do you think he loves you? If I¡¯m not

    mistaken, he was ready to divorce you and send you packing from Zion City before he knew you were

    pregnant, right?¡±

    Some truths, Lizetta was well aware of, but hearing them from someone else felt like a punch to the

    gut.

    The words Remington had said, telling her to nevere back after the divorce, echoed in Lizetta¡¯s

    ears

    once more.

    Biting her tongue to distract from the heartache, she refused to let Evelina get to her, ¡°Say whatever

    you want. I¡¯ll show you what happiness looks like.¡±

    She stepped out of the elevator with confidence, but Evelina followed, her voiceced with venom and

    smugness.

    ¡°Happiness? Lizetta, you¡¯re so na?ve! There¡¯s something your dear Remi definitely hasn¡¯t told you. He¡¯s

    been keeping a woman at the Echo Ridge Vi, someone he¡¯s been searching for sixteen years! All

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    Lizetta¡¯s steps ground to a halt, the venom in Evelina¡¯s words sending a sharp pang through her heart.

    Seeing her freeze, Evelina curled up her lips in smug satisfaction.

    In this world, Lizetta was thest person deserving of happiness!

    A fake heiress, stealing her carefree childhood of six years, and then living off the old affections her

    grandmother had for the Dashiell family, basking in their wealth and status for so many years.

    Lizetta had already taken more than her fair share. Why should she continue to y thedy of the

    Dashiell estate?

    And to even dream of winning Remington¡¯s love? In her dreams!

    But before Evelina¡¯s smile could fully spread across her face, it froze in ce.

    Because she saw Lizetta turn around, and on Lizetta¡¯s face wasn¡¯t the tear¨Cstreaked, despairing look

    she had anticipated.

    Lizetta was even smiling, looking at Evelina with calm and pity.

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    ¡°Evelina, do you really think your words carry any weight with me now? My husband¡¯s been keeping

    another woman? For sixteen years, using me as a stand¨Cin? You must¡¯ve read too many of those

    trashy novels, inventing such ludicrous tales!¡±

    Lizettaughed mockingly, clearly not believing a word Evelina said.

    This wasn¡¯t the reaction Evelina wanted, and she looked frantic.

    ¡°It¡¯s true! I¡¯m not lying this time! Echo Ridge Vi is just around the corner. If you don¡¯t believe me, go

    see for yourself!¡±

    Echo Ridge Vi was one of the wedding homes Fiona, from the vast Dashiell real estate, had picked

    out when Lizetta and Remington got married.

    Fiona had taken Lizetta around, letting her choose a property to redecorate and set up as her wedding

    home.

    Eventually, Lizetta chose both Echo Ridge Vi and Oakridge Heights because Echo Ridge Vi was

    closer to the Dashiell family¡¯s private hospital.

    It was convenient for her to visit Thaddeus, while Oakridge Heights was closer to the Starlight Group.

    Indecisive, Fiona waved her hand, allowing her to redecorate both before deciding.

    In the end, Lizetta was fond of both, but she chose Oakridge Heights because she couldn¡¯t bear for

    Remington to spend an extra few minutesmuting every day.

    But Echo Ridge Vi was also considered another wedding home, after all, Lizetta had decorated it bit

    by bit herself.

    Lizetta refused to believe that Remington would keep some woman there.

    Even if he were to keep someone, Echo Ridge would not be the ce.

    ¡°No matter what you say, I won¡¯t believe it anymore. Evelina, my husband and I are expecting a baby

    now. Our marriage will only get stronger, not easily shaken by such outrageous stories you concoct.¡±

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    Lizetta approached Evelina, gently stroking her hair. ¡°Evelina, being unable to bear the happiness of

    others is a serious psychological issue. I genuinely rmend you see a therapist. And look after

    yourself more. Your hair¡¯s all messy andcks nutrition, probably because you¡¯re too busy scheming

    and your body can¡¯t keep up. As your sister, it really pains me.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face was full of sympathetic concern, a familiarity that Evelina knew all too well.

    Lizetta was clearly mocking her!

    Evelina was livid, stepping back hastily to fix her hair, ring at Lizetta through gritted teeth.

    ¡°Lizetta, you¡¯ll regret not believing me!¡±

    With that, she turned and entered the elevator.

    As the elevator doors closed, Evelina leaned closer to her reflection inside.

    Maybe Lizetta¡¯s words had gotten to her, but seeing herself in the reflective surface wearing baggy,

    shapeless hospital scrubs, her face swollen and bruised without makeup, she looked utterly worn out

    and

    dim.

    Thinking back on how radiant Lizetta looked, dressed brightly and full of life, Evelina kicked and

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    whole time.

    When she mentioned Echo Ridge Vi, Cedric didn¡¯t show the slightest change in expression.

    Cedric was Remington¡¯s personal assistant. If Remington had another woman holed up at Echo Ridge

    Vi, how could Cedric possibly not know?

    Clearly, Evelina was just spouting nonsense again!

    Looking for a woman for sixteen years, does Evelina not know how to count? How old was Remington

    sixteen years ago?

    She might as well make up a story about Remington reincarnating with memories of his past life,

    searching for a lover from twenty¨Ceight years ago!

    Ridiculous!

    Lizetta¡¯s mood lightened considerably, and she turned, her face bright with a smile, and hurried toward

    the hospital room.

    Cedric watched her go, happy to see Lizetta so concerned about his boss.

    Then, Cedric sighed to himself.

    To think Remington, with his personality, could woo his wife so quickly, and here he was, Cedric, a

    decent man, still single.

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    Damn this superficial world!

    Cedric touched his face, deciding to buy some expensive facial masks after work and treat himself.

    In the hospital room.

    When Lizetta pushed the door open, she saw Remington sitting up in bed, going through some

    documents.

    She quickly walked over and snatched the documents from his hand.

    Remington, mistaking her for a bodyguard at first, looked up with an annoyed expression.

    Lizetta, holding the documents, frowned at him disapprovingly.

    ¡°The doctor said you need to rest. You¡¯ve lost a lot of blood, and sleep is what will help you recover.

    Don¡¯t you know that? The Starlight Group can survive without you for a day or two!¡±

    Remington, looking at the frowning, chattering beauty in front of him, felt the cold demeanor on his face

    melting away, reced by a warmth in his eyes that held a touch of nostalgia.

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    ¡°Remi, you can¡¯t hit the hay with wet hair, trust me, you¡¯re gonna catch your death of cold one of these

    days, it¡¯ll hurt so bad, bashing your head against the wall won¡¯t even help. Up and at ¡®em!¡±

    Lizetta scrunched up her little face, tugging at him with all her might.

    ¡°Remi, what¡¯s got you down? Why the long face all day? You gotta smile more, like me. If you can¡¯t

    sh a big Hollywood smile, at least show a couple of teeth. With looks like yours, It¡¯s a crime not to

    smile! Careful, or next life you¡¯lle back as something out of a horror show, like this, h h h!¡±

    With one hand stretching her mouth and the other pulling at her eyes, Lizetta made a goofy face at him.

    And so it went.

    As a kid, Lizetta was always on his case, chattering away like a grandma..

    But it wasforting, like having a sun around, a ray of light in his otherwise cold and dull life.

    Then he went abroad, and theirmunication dwindled.

    Coming back, the little girl had grown into a young woman, more mature and, somehow, more distant.

    She was quieter around him, filled with the secret thoughts of a young woman, not as keen to talk.

    Or maybe, she just didn¡¯t feel like talking to him anymore, having found other confidants.

    But now, seeing Lizetta before him, Remington saw glimpses of the little girl she once was.

    He cracked a slight smile and beckoned with a hook of his finger.

    ¡°Come here a sec.¡±

    Lizetta ced the documents on the nightstand and moved closer, bending down.

    ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

    In the next moment, she was pulled into Remington¡¯s embrace.

    ¡°Hey, watch it, watch the wound!¡±

    Lizetta lifted her head from his embrace, hastily propping herself against his chest, terrified of bumping

    into his midsection.

    She looked up at him, his cool gaze close enough to reflect her little face, his lips barely parted.

    ¡°Trying to boss me around?¡±

    Lizetta saw his teasing gaze and her cheeks warmed a bit, feeling slightly embarrassed.

    She bit her lip, retorting, ¡°Is that not allowed?¡±

    Remington smirked, ¡°Nope, I am not just anyone¡¯s to boss around.¡±

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    A sour feeling welled up in Lizetta¡¯s heart, leaving her a bit disheartened.

    Was she too eager, overstepping her bounds?

    She was about to apologize when she heard Remington continue.

    ¡°But, if you really want to boss me around, there¡¯s a way.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyshes fluttered, ¡°Which is?¡±

    ¡°If you want to boss me around, give me a sweetener.¡±

    ¡°A sweetener?¡± Lizetta didn¡¯t catch on at first.

    Remington raised an eyebrow, letting go of her and tapped his lips, arms crossed and resting behind

    his head, anguid stare fixed on

    Lizetta.

    Clearly, he was hinting at a kiss.

    Under his intense gaze, Lizetta slowly leaned in and pecked his lips quickly

    As she tried to pull away, he held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

    He savored the sweet taste between her lips until satisfied, then released her, forehead to forehead, his

    voice husky.

    ¡°Your wish is mymand, but these two reports are from Cedric, got to deal with them ASAP. Mind

    reading them to me?¡±

    Catching her breath from the kiss, Lizetta nodded almost reflexively.

    She picked up the documents again, reading them aloud to Remington.

    09:44

    But something felt oft

    Want Remington supposed to be the intern? Why did it feel like their roles had reversed?

    Ah well, Remington was injured, might as well indulge him for now

    Feeling a tad sulky Lizetta finished reading the documents and, as per his dietation, made a couple of

    amendments.

    Setting aside the documents, she felt parched. Remington already had a ss of water ready for her

    Lizetta looked up meeting his gentle gaze.

    He said ¡°Hand work, babe.¡±

    It was rare for him to address her so formally as his wife.

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks flushed, she took the ss, sipping hurriedly, only to choke on her rush

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    She started coughing, and Remington frowned, sitting up to take the ss from her hand and then

    busily patting her back.

    ¡°Careful now.¡±

    Lizetta caught her breath, ¡°I¡¯m okay now.¡±

    She reached for the ss again, but Remington didn¡¯t let go, ¡°Clumsy, let me help you.¡±

    Saying so, he brought the ss to Lizetta¡¯s lips, motioning for her to open her mouth. Lizetta blinked

    and gently parted her lips.

    It was just a simple ss of water, but it tasted sweet to her.

    But sometimes, the sweeter the moment, the more precious it bes, the more one fears losing it.

    Lizetta, out of ce, thought of Evelina again, remembering her boasting words, she looked at

    Remington.

    ¡°Did you give Evelina a star?¡±

    Remington had just set the ss down, surprised by her sudden question. Remington immediately

    thought of something, looked at Lizetta with a

    thin smile, and nodded.

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    Lizetta huffed, ¡°The star names, globally certified and unchangeable. Some say it¡¯s eternal, quite rare.

    So, they say, if you love her, give her a star, because that¡¯s the most romantic thing.¡±

    Remington looked at the slight pout on her lips, reaching out to hold her.

    ¡°Do you know how many stars are discovered every month now?¡±

    Lizetta shook her head; she wasn¡¯t into astronomy.

    She mumbled, ¡°Must be rare, otherwise how could it be romantic?¡±

    But Remingtonughed, ¡°That¡¯s what people who don¡¯t know better say. With today¡¯s observation

    technology, every month thousands of new stars are discovered. What¡¯s so special about that?¡±

    Lizetta stared in shock, ¡°Really?¡±

    Remington tapped her head, ¡°Don¡¯t just follow what others say and embarrass me!¡±

    Lizetta felt wronged, ¡°Are you calling me ignorant and stupid, or are you avoiding the subject? Hmph,

    you even named that star after Evelina¡¯s name, isn¡¯t it romantic?¡±

    Remington sighed, ¡°First, that star was a gift to that child, because the child was born fatherless.

    There¡¯s a saying that people be stars when they pass away. I chose a star discovered on the day

    Quinn passed away to give to that child, hoping it would bring somefort to Quinn¡¯s spirit. It has

    nothing to do with Evelina. Second, I gave Evelina the right to name that star. The name was chosen

    by Evelina herself, nothing to do with me.¡±

    After exining, Remington pinched Lizetta¡¯s cheek, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, are you satisfied with this

    exnation?¡±

    Hearing his exnation, Lizetta felt much better, the cloud lifting, but she pursed her lips, ying hard

    to get.

    ¡°It¡¯s passable, unless you promise me, from now on, never to see Evelina alone. Whenever you see

    her, I must be there!¡±

    Evelina was like a crazed woman in her obsession, and Lizetta felt uneasy about them having any

    contact or involvement.

    Even though Remington had no interest in Evelina, Lizetta didn¡¯t want them to have any unnecessary

    interactions.

    Remington looked at her amusingly, silent.

    Lizetta felt extremely ufortable under his gaze, flustered and annoyed, ¡°Won¡¯t you agree?

    Remember, you¡¯re the husband on probation, be careful or I might.¡±

    Remington saw her getting anxious and finallyughed, his voice calm and soothing.

    ¡°Agreed, I just didn¡¯t expect you to be so possessive, huh?¡±

    Lizetta, teased, felt a bit embarrassed, and huffed.

    ¡°Men and women are the same, if men can be possessive, so can wel Anyway, you¡¯re a married man,

    keeping a distance from other women is basic decency for a husband! Or else, as a probationary

    husband, you might as well pack up and prepare to be dumped.¡± Remington chuckled, about to reply

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    Ray pushed open the door of the hospital room, his expression serious. ¡°Mr. Dashiell, there¡¯s been a

    crisis.¡±

    Lizetta knew to step aside quietly at his words.

    ¡°Spill it,¡± Remingtonmanded, straightening up in his bed.

    Ray stepped in. ¡°News about Mr. West¡¯s passing leaked prematurely. It¡¯s all over the inte now, and

    the West family¡¯s stock prices are nose¨Cdiving. Some investors areshing out on the West family¡¯s

    official website, demanding exnations. Others, more radical, have gathered in front of the West

    family building, protesting and even photoshopping Mr. West¡¯s obituary photo.¡±

    He handed over a tablet to Remington, who tapped on a video. A rowdy crowd was amassed outside

    the West family offices, with a man at the forefront holding a ck and white photo of Quentin, defaced

    with blood red paint that read ¡°Gone too soon¡± below ¡°The West family owes investors. Quentin, go to

    hell.¡±

    Watching the chaos, Remington frowned deeply.

    ¡°Barbara saw all this and just had a bit of a turn, the doctors are with her now,¡± Ray continued.

    Remington¡¯s face fell, he quickly threw off his covers and got out of bed.

    Lizetta stepped forward to offer him support, worried about his injuries. In a soft voice, she asked, ¡°Can

    Ie with you?¡±

    Remington looked at Lizetta and nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±

    He was letting her be a part of his world, and Lizetta was thrilled.

    She was his wife, and she wanted to stand by his side,

    Following Remington, they arrived at Barbara¡¯s hospit

    be left behind like a little girl to be protected.

    room just as several doctors and nurses were exiting.

    Martin, trailing behind them, nodded tiredly at Remington¡¯s arrival.

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    ¡°Hi, Remington.¡±

    ¡°How¡¯s Barbar¨¢ now?¡± Remington asked with concern.

    ¡°She¡¯s stabilized now. She was just overwhelmed by the online bacsh against Quinn. Wait, are you

    injured?¡±

    Martin noticed Remington¡¯s hospital gown, his surprise

    Vident.

    ¡°Just some minor injuries. I¡¯ll go in and see her,¡± Remington replied, brushing off his concerns.

    epting Remington¡¯s assurance, Martin stepped aside, ¡°Good, she listens to you. Try tofort her.¡±

    Remington, holding Lizetta¡¯s hand, led her into the room.

    Martin gave Lizetta a surprised look.

    Lizetta nodded at him, ¡°Mr. Martin, I¡¯d like to see how Mrs. Barbara is doing.¡±

    Without another word, Martin ushered them in.

    Releasing Lizetta¡¯s hand, Remington quickly approached the bed.

    Barbaray there, frail and pale, her eyes clouded and tear¨Cfilled from so

    When Lizetta saw this, her heart ached, especially now that she was a mother herself. She could

    deeply empathize with the pain of outliving one¡¯s child.

    Remington gently took Barbara¡¯s hand, ¡°Barbara, I¡¯ll handle the online situation. I won¡¯t let Quinn¡¯s

    memory be tarnished. With Martin and me here, the West family will stabilize. Once the stock prices

    recover, people will let Quinn rest.¡±

    A flicker of life appeared on Barbara¡¯s ashen face.

    Martin moved closer, tenderly stroking his wife¡¯s hair, reassuring her, ¡°You heard Remington. With me

    by your side, our son won¡¯t be disturbed. Trust in Remington, if not in me.¡±

    Lizetta, moved by the scene, remembered the famed love story of Barbara and

    It was said that during a difficult birth, with medical technology not as advanced as today, Martin had

    rushed back from a trip to find the hospital in a frenzy, allowing only one person to apany Barbara

    Without hesitation, Martin had burst into the room, tears streaming, shouting, ¡°Save my wife! I can¡¯t

    lose her!¡±

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    The news eventually made its rounds among the elite, some saying that Martin, apany CEO,

    couldn¡¯t even handle a bit of drama, which was quite unbing of a man.

    But as a woman, who wouldn¡¯t want a husband like Martin?

    Over the years, despite Barbara¡¯s blindness and deteriorating health, Martin remained by her side, their

    marriage an enviable blend of love and loyalty.

    The only cloud over their happiness was the tragic loss of their only son, Quentin, a misfortune that

    stirredpassion even among the happiest of families.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but step forward, looking at Barbara she said, ¡°Mrs. Barbara, you need to take

    care of yourself. That way, Quinn can rest in peace, knowing you¡¯re okay.¡±

    Barbara turned towards Lizetta¡¯s voice.

    Perhaps finding the voice unfamiliar, she grasped Remington¡¯s hand and asked, ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡±

    Remington turned around, took Lizetta by the hand, and brought her closer, saying, ¡°Barbara, this is my

    wife, Lizetta.¡±

    As he spoke, Remington brought Lizetta¡¯s hand to join his in holding Barbara¡¯s.

    But Barbara¡¯s demeanor cooled instantly, and she shook off Lizetta¡¯s hand forcefully, saying, ¡°What do

    you mean, ¡®rest in peace¡®? Nonsense! Quinn is just fine, handling business abroad. Stop cursing my

    son, get out! I want you to leave!¡±

    Barbara¡¯s reaction was fierce, and Lizetta, taken aback by the sudden push and Barbara¡¯s harsh

    words, staggered back.

    At that moment, Martin, worried and anxious, stepped forward, inadvertently bumping into Lizetta.

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    Lizetta¡¯s back hit the edge of a nightstand, causing a sharp pain.

    ¡°Barbara! It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay. Quinn¡¯s abroad, you need to rest, and then you can talk to him on the

    phone,¡± Martin tried to soothe Barbara. Remington had not expected Barbara to react this way, seeing

    her agitated and somewhat delirious state, he furrowed his brows.

    He looked at Martin, who silently sighed and shook his head.

    Remington then realized Barbara must have been upset by some online trolls, overwhelmed by grief

    and momentarily out of touch with reality.

    ¡°Barbara, please, calm down.¡±

    Barbara, breathing heavily, copsed back onto the bed, Remington holding her hand in an attempt to

    comfort her. Barbara coughed a few times, then angrily said, ¡°Remington, she¡¯s spouting nonsense!

    Make her leave, I want her out!¡±

    Lizetta stood there, utterly bewildered.

    She¡¯d only wanted to offerfort and had not anticipated such a reaction.

    She looked at Remington, who briefly met her gaze before turning back tofort Barbara.

    ¡°Wait for me outside,¡± he said.

    Lizetta¡¯s lips parted as if to say something, but before she could, Remington had already turned away.

    Lizetta felt thoroughly ignored, and a pang of difort welled up in her chest.

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    Yet, given the circumstances, she couldn¡¯t really me Remington for anything.

    Silently, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

    She made her way to a bench nearby, gingerly sitting down and cradling her lower back where it still

    throbbed from the collision. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it seemed like Barbara didn¡¯t quite

    like her.

    She remembered how, as a child, when Remington had taken her to the Wests¡® for a holiday visit,

    Barbara had prepared gifts for everyone except her.

    Lizetta had thought maybe Barbara wasn¡¯t aware she¡¯d be visiting, an oversight.

    But for a family like the Wests, whipping up ast¨Cminute gift was hardly an inconvenience.

    Yet, she and Barbara had no bad blood between them; there was no reason for Barbara to single her

    out deliberately.

    Perhaps Barbara¡¯s outburst was truly just a moment of distress.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to dwell on it any further. She sat on the bench, hoping Remington woulde out

    soon, and everything would be fine.

    09:45

    But being pregnant made her unusually sleepy, and before long, her head began to nod off, her body

    sliding off the bench.

    Just as she was about to fall, a strong hand reached out, steadying her gently.

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    With one arm, he cradled Lizetta¡¯s head, steadying her gently

    Lizetta was deep in sleep, showing no signs of waking. Hogan hesitated for a moment before removing

    his coat and draping it over Lizetta.

    He sat down next to her, pulling out his phone, only for his shoulder to suddenly feel heavier.

    Hogan¡¯s breath hitched as he slowly turned his head to find Lizetta asleep again, her head now resting

    on his shoulder

    Her soft hair brushed against his neck, carrying with it a faint scent of jasmine, unsettling his heart.

    Hogan tensed, fully aware that she was asleep and oblivious to everything.

    He knew he should move away or wake her up.

    But in that moment, he couldn¡¯t bring himself to do either. His fists clenched on his knees, he allowed

    himself a moment of selfish indulgence.

    When Remington stepped out of the hospital room, he was greeted by this sight.

    On the bench across the hall, the slender, beautiful womany in a peaceful pose, resting on the

    shoulder of the refined andposed man, covered with his coat.

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened instantly, his voice sharp as ice, ¡°Lizetta!¡±

    Startled awake, Lizetta, in her drowsiness, heard Remington¡¯s voice.

    Feeling someone beside her, she instinctively thought it was Remington.

    She reached out, wrapping her arms around the man¡¯s waist, her voice muffled, ¡°Hmm, you¡¯re back.

    Ah!¡±

    Before Lizetta could finish, she was forcefully lifted from the bench by her arm and stumbled into

    Remington¡¯s stern embrace.

    The coat she was wrapped in fell to the ground,

    Fully awake now, Lizetta opened her eyes, her gaze slightly bewildered.

    Looking at Hogan standing up not far away, then up at the particrly upset Remington, Lizetta

    seemed to realize what had happened.

    Before she could exin, Remington looked down at her coldly.

    ¡°Who were you just hugging? Can¡¯t even recognize your own husband?¡±

    When Remington thought of how she had just made her way into another man¡¯s arms right in front of

    him, jealousy raged in his heart, his irritation barely containable.

    Lizetta frowned, feeling unjustly chastised.

    Before she could defend herself, Hogan, frowning, intervened.

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    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, don¡¯t you think you¡¯re being a bit harsh and rough with her? She¡¯s pregnant, and yet you

    left her to sleep on a bench in a hallway. Do you have any idea how troublesome it can be if a pregnant

    woman catches a cold? Mr. Dashiell, if you can¡¯t take proper care of her, maybe you shouldn¡¯t have

    brought her back in the first ce!¡±

    Hogan¡¯s words only added fuel to the fire. Remington¡¯s eyes stormed with fury as he circled Lizetta¡¯s

    waist.

    ¡°My wife and child don¡¯t need your concern. Seems like I was too lenient with that punchst time!¡±

    His grip on Lizetta¡¯s waist was iron¨Cstrong.

    His fingers pressed against a spot where Lizetta had been hit earlier, causing a wave of pain.

    Thinking back to the scene in the hospital room, Lizetta felt a surge of anger,pounded by

    Remington¡¯s baseless fury. She felt even more wronged.

    Hearing now that Remington had hit Hogan, Lizetta looked towards Hogan and indeed noticed a bruise

    on Hogan¡¯s right cheek that hadn¡¯t yet faded.

    Lizetta, infuriated, pushed Remington away, frowning.

    ¡°Remi, have you said enough? I just fell asleep by ident, and Hogan just covered me with his coat

    because he was worried I¡¯d catch a cold. Is that really necessary? The thing at the airportst time was

    also me asking Hogan for help. If you have to me someone, me me. Why drag him into this?¡±

    Lizetta felt aggrieved. If only Remington had remembered her waiting outside ande out earlier, she

    wouldn¡¯t have ended up falling asleep on the bench.

    Why was it that he could embrace Evelina right in front of her without a second thought, and yet he was

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    Remington hadn¡¯t expected to be pushed away by Lizetta, who, it seemed, had taken Hogan¡¯s side in

    this quiet drama unfolding in the heart of their small town.

    As Remington stood there, a chill seemed to envelop him, his gaze fixed on Lizetta, lips pressed into a

    thin line.

    Lizetta, under the intensity of his stare, felt a mix of irritation and sadness, as if someone had sprinkled

    salt on an open wound, the pain gnawing at her from the inside.

    For a moment, she nearly gave in, almost ready to apologize without pride.

    But she clenched her fists, holding back.

    Seeing her stubbornness, Remington¡¯s eyes gradually cooled, his emotions settling into a quiet

    resignation as he let out a scoff, ¡°Impressive, really,¡± he said, before turning and walking away, leaving

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    Watching him go, Lizetta felt a sting in her eyes, a wave of emotions welling up inside her.

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m sorry. I should¡¯ve woken you,¡± Hogan said, his brow furrowed in regret as he watched

    Remington¡¯s retreating figure.

    Lizetta bent down to pick up Hogan¡¯s jacket from the ground, dusting it off and handing it back to him.

    ¡°Hogan, I¡¯m sorry. Let me apologize on behalf of my husband,¡± she said, the distance in her voice

    marking the boundaries of their rtionship clear.

    Hogan, epting the jacket, couldn¡¯t help but notice the subtlety in her words. A smile touched his lips,

    despite the sadness in his heart.

    ¡°I¡¯m not that fragile. A punch is nothing, especially since Mr. Dashiell didn¡¯t go all out. He was probably

    just jealous.¡±

    Jealous? Lizetta doubted it.

    To her, it seemed more like a possessive streak in him.

    If he was truly jealous, would he have left her and Hogan alone?

    She managed a bitter smile, changing the subject. ¡°Hogan, what brings you here?¡±

    ¡°I was checking on a former patient. The new doctor isn¡¯t quite familiar with the case history, so I

    thought I¡¯d help out,¡± Hogan exined, his dedication clear.

    Lizetta knew Hogan was a responsible doctor; after all, he had been her brother¡¯s primary physician.

    ¡°So, you¡¯ve decided to stay? What about your ns to study abroad?¡± Hogan looked at her, suddenly

    serious.

    ¡°I love him, and now with Joy, I want to give it another try,¡± Lizetta confessed, her love for Remington

    clear in her eyes.

    Hogan wasn¡¯t surprised. Letting go of love was never easy. He knew too well how hard it was to give

    up on someone, especially when it came to Lizetta and Remington.

    Despite the bitterness in his heart, Hogan nodded. ¡°I wish you both the best, but you should think

    carefully about your studies. A woman trapped in marriage will slowly fade.¡±

    Moreover, it was not easy to be the wife of a man like Remington.

    Lizetta was a jewel, and Hogan wanted her to shine, not to be easily buried in a golden cage made by

    her husband.

    Lizetta smiled, her determination shining through. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Hogan. I fought hard for the chance to

    study abroad. I haven¡¯t given up.¡±

    Reassured by her conviction, Hogan smiled, letting the subject drop. After bidding farewell, Lizetta

    headed towards Remington¡¯s room, her steps halting as she rounded a corner.

    There stood a tall figure by the window, a cigarette between his fingers. As he took a drag, the dim light

    cast shadows over his handsome face, making him seem both aloof and somehow more approachable.

    Was he waiting for her? Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat at the thought.

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    nose tingled with emotion, and for a moment, she hesitated to approach.

    She feared it was all an illusion, that he didn¡¯t care about her as much as she thought

    Or perhaps, he wasn¡¯t there waiting for her.

    ¡°Are you going toe over or what?¡±

    It wasn¡¯t until she heard Remington¡¯s stem voice that Lizetta confirmed her hopes.

    Was this his way of making amends?

    She thought about it, her earlier frustrations fading away into a bittersweet feeling.

    Her heart felt a mix of sour and sweet as she walked over to him, reaching to pluck the cigarette from

    Remington¡¯s fingers.

    ¡°Remington, this is a no¨Csmoking zone in the hospital. With your injuries, smoking isnt good for you!¡±

    Remington, however, retorted, ¡°Pregnant women should stay away from smoke too!¡±

    ¡°So why are you still smoking!¡± Lizetta huffed lightly.

    Remington crushed the cigarette butt in his palm, extinguishing it.

    He walked over to a trash can to dispose of it, then turned back to her with a cold tone.

    ¡°You¡¯re the reason I¡¯m stressed.enough to smoke in the first ce!¡±

    Lizetta walked up to him, hands behind her back, locking up into his eyes, ¡°Remington, were you

    jealous just now?¡±

    She held her breath, hopeful light twinkling in her eyes.

    Remington¡¯s lips twitched slightly, ¡°Yes!¡±

    His acknowledgment was so straightforward and firm.

    Lizetta¡¯s heart soared as if illuminated by the brightest sunshine, her smile uncontroble and her

    cheeks flushing

    At that moment, Remington suddenly pulled Lizetta into his embrace, looking down at her.

    close to another man?¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re my wife. Isn¡¯t it natural for a husband to feel jealous when his wife is too cl

    His tone cooled, ¡°Liz, let this be thest time!¡±

    So, it was all because she was his wife, not because of who she was.

    Lizetta suppressed her disappointment, nodding, but still exined.

    ¡°Remington, I identally fell asleep earlier and thought the person beside me was you.¡±

    Remington, still fuming over the incident, lifted her chin.

    ¡°Do you love him?¡±

    Lizetta froze, then shook her head in disbelief.

    ¡°Of course not! There¡¯s nothing between Hogan and me. I don¡¯t love him. Why would you think that?¡±

    past few Remington scoffed, ¡°He¡¯s been after you for years, even dared to approach the Dashiell family

    with a marriage proposal. These pa years, he left a promising position with the White family to work at

    the Dashiell private hospital, scheming to get close to you. You two were kissing in the car, you hid your

    pregnancy from me, wanting a divorce, and even went to Astoria with him. Just now, you were all over

    him. How am I supposed to think, hmm?¡±

    Remington¡¯s grip on Lizetta¡¯s chin tightened, her slender neck bending under his hold.

    She looked up at him, his eyes a storm of ice and fire, and his words making an unsettling sense to her.

    ¡°I never kissed him!¡± Lizetta protested weakly.

    ¡°Should I remind you? It was in your car parked below Ynda¡¯s apartment.¡±

    Remington sneered. He had seen it all from the shadows that night.

    Hogan had leaned in to kiss Lizetta, who sat passively in the passenger seat without pushing him

    away.

    Even though it was a brief kiss, Remington felt a rage he could hardly contain.

    He had yet to properly kiss her himself; how dam Hogan?

    Lizetta recalled the incident after some thought, remembering how Remington had pinned her in the

    dark hallway afterward, and the had pped him.

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    She had thought he was cheating with Evelina and wanted a divorce, too humiliated to exn

    Now, she couldn¡¯t help butugh at the misunderstanding, ¡°I didn¡¯t, that day my dress got caught in the

    seat belt buckle, and he was just helping me out!¡±

    The coldness and shadows in Remington¡¯s eyes slowly dissipated when he heard Lizetta¡¯s exnation.

    Still, his expression remained tense as he suddenly pulled her closer

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, from now on, you can¡¯t love anyone else but me!¡±

    He could let go of her past affections, but now that she was carrying his child and had chosen to stay

    by his side, he wouldn¡¯t allow her to have feelings for anyone else.

    Lizetta found his words oddly possessive.

    ed only with him.

    She loved him so dearly, her heart and eyes filled only with him.

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    Of course, there was no one else but him.

    But before she could ponder further, the spot on her lower back where she had bumped into theer

    of the table red up in pain due to his sudden forceful movement.

    Lizetta winced in pain, letting out a soft groan

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Remington¡¯s expression changed instantly.

    Lizetta reached for her lower back, ¡°I bumped into the tableer back in the room.

    Remington¡¯s face turned grim in an instant, his voiceced with urgency.

    ¡°Bumped? Does it hurt a lot? Are you feeling ufortable anywhere else? Why didn¡¯t you tell me

    earlier!¡±

    Without hesitation, the man bent down, scooped Lizetta into his arms, and started making his way

    swiftly towards the elevator

    Lizetta was taken aback by his maction, urging him anxiously

    ¡°Put me down! You¡¯re injured too, I don¡¯t need this kind of attention. It¡¯s just a little sore, not a

    stomachache, I¡¯m really okay!¡±

    But it was him, with his wounds on his torso.

    It would be odd if his wounds didn¡¯t split open with that kind of exertion.

    Lizetta was frantic, and only after Remington triple¨Cchecked that she was truly alright did he finally set

    her down.

    Back in the room, Remington¡¯s wound indeed looked worse, the bandages stained with blood.

    As she unwrapped the gauze, Lizetta finally saw the extent of the knife wound ¨C even stitched up, it

    was a mess of blood and flesh, long and deep.

    Her eyes instantly teared up, her heart aching for him.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you have a rare blood type, and you refuse to use the hospital¡¯s blood reserve, wanting to

    save it for those in more critical need. Please, take extra care of yourself!¡± the doctor said, removing his

    gloves with a serious frown.

    Lizetta nodded, her gaze shifting to Remington in a reprimanding manner, only to find herself the

    subject of scrutiny the next moment. The doctor looked at her ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, you need to cooperate.

    Although it¡¯s admirable how much love you two share, please refrain from any strenuous activities.¡±

    Lizetta, not fully catching on, nodded again, only to realize something was off.

    Strenuous activities?

    Love? Refrain?

    Lizetta recalled how Cedric had walked in on her and Remington kissing, which seemed to be the

    same doctor¡¯s interpretation, and her face turned beet red, shaking her head vehemently, but the

    doctor was already looking away.

    Seeking help, she turned to Remington, who maintained hisposure, even nodding at the doctor.

    ¡°Understood.¡±

    Once the doctor left, Lizetta red at him, annoyed.

    ¡°You¡¯re banned froming near me until we¡¯re out of here!¡±

    Seeing her face flushed red, Remington smiled slightly.

    ¡°No can do,e here, let me see your lower back.¡±

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    Lizetta didn¡¯t budge, ¡°It¡¯s fine, the pain is gone.¡±

    Her aversion made Remington chuckle, as if she was treating him like some big bad wolf.

    He feigned a move to get off the bed, and Lizetta instinctively stepped forward.

    Remington pulled her to the edge of the bed, asking her to sit with her back to him, then he lifted her

    shirt slightly.

    Indeed, her right lower back was bruised, a mix of purple and blue, making Remington frown.

    ¡°How did it get so bad? i¡¯ll go find some ointmentTM

    Lizetta stopped him hastily, ¡°No need, I¡¯m always bumping and bruising from dance practice. Most

    ointments have some blood cirction properties, and its bad for Joy. Don¡¯t bother, isti heal in a few

    days.¡±

    Before she could finish, Lizetta felt a gentle, warm touch on the injured spot.

    It was Remington¡¯s kiss, tender and caring, on her bruise. The realization sent a tingling sensation

    spreading throughout her body

    Her cheeks, which had just started to return to their normal color, flushed red again.

    But just as the moment grew more intimate.

    Like a curse, the door suddenly swung open.

    ¡°Remi, I heard you got hurt the moment I got back, I came to see you¡±

    With the voice at the door, Lizetta¡¯s face drained of color, and she hastily pulled her shirt down and

    stood up

    But she moved too abruptly, and Remington, unprepared, got a sharp blow to his nose.

    ¡°Ouch!¡± He grunted in pain.

    Turning around, Lizetta saw Remington touching his nose, a trickle of blood underneath.

    She had identally given him a nosebleed

    Panicking, Lizetta scrambled for tissues, but Remington, with a dark look on his handsome face,

    grabbed a water ss from the table and hurled it towards the door

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    At the hospital room door, Lucian was barely able to process what was happening before a water battre

    ce flying at his head, Thankfully it was stic, so no blond was shed.

    ¡°Excuse me?¡±

    Rubbing his forehead where a tiny bump was forming, Lucian quickly shut the door behind him, n

    shiver running down his spine.

    Deez, it was just a glimpse of Lizetta¡¯s waist

    Lizetta had shown more during her theater performances. He had seen it before.

    He thought ¡°Remi sure has a temper

    inside the room, Lizetta was frantically trying to stop the nosebleed Remington got from ise impact,

    chiding him.

    ¡°You see? This is why you shouldn¡¯t have done that! This hospital rooms in bad luck for un!¡±

    Remington nodded in agreement, ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s inconvenient. Let¡¯s check out tomorrow¡±

    Lizetta frowned, ¡°That won¡¯t do. You need to heal up properly first. Let me check on Lucian. Rent, why

    did you have to throw something at him?¡±

    Just as Lizetta turned around, Remington grabbed her wrist tightly, startling her

    She looked back at him, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±

    Realizing he had been too forceful, Remington loosened his grip, frowning. I think I pulled my wound. It

    hurts a bit.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s attention was immediately coptured.

    She helped Remington lie down properly and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a damp towel,

    completely forgetting about Lucian outside the door.

    As she turned to rinse the towel, Remington¡¯s lips curved slightly.

    When Lizetta looked back, Remington¡¯s brow was furrowed, and he spoke weakly. ¡°I don¡¯t have the

    energy to see him. Tell Lucian to go

    Without any doubt Lizetta nodded.

    ¡°Lucian can be too loud! We can¡¯t let him disturb your rest. I¡¯ll go tell him to leave.¡±

    She was about to tum when Remington stopped her again, ¡°Stay with me. Til call him.¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t see the point. Lucian was just outside; a simple shout would do. But Remington was

    already dialing Lucian¡¯s number.

    The ringtone echoed from outside the door

    Lucian, puzzled, answered, ¡°Remi? I¡¯m just outside, should 1e in?¡±

    ¡°No need toe in. Liz and I need to rest. You should head back.¡±

    Lucian was speechless.

    Then it hit him when he recalled the scene he had just witnessed. It all made sense.

    Lucian¡¯s expression was priceless for a moment.

    He hadn¡¯t expected Remington to be such a beast

    Hospital room scene!

    Caught in the act and still not stopping!

    What a thrill!

    He was about to make a wittyment when Remington¡¯s cool voice cut through again.

    ¡°I asked you to scout for the biggest racetrack in the country, and you¡¯ve already picked a ce? Just

    like that?¡±

    About a month ago, after Lucian hid something from Daniel, Remington had given him a good beating.

    But the very next day, Remington called Lucian to The Starlight Group and surprisingly offered to invest

    three hundred million dors in Lucian¡¯s dream project to build a racetrack

    It was a dreame true for Lucjan. Such a huge opportunity falling into hisp.

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    Of course, Lucian agreed on the spot and started scouting locations across the country.

    ¡°I haven¡¯t made a final decision yet, Thinking Remington was concerned about the racetrack project,

    Lucian quickly replied.

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    Remington cut him off. ¡°If it¡¯s not done, then get moving: Don¡¯t bothering back to Zion City if you

    can¡¯t handle it. You have two weeks. If you can¡¯t choose a final location ande up with a viable n,

    I¡¯m pulling out of the proje

    Lucian panicked, ¡°Hey, no, Remi, I just need to inspect a few more ces. I¡¯m booking a flight right

    now. cave today.¡±

    No breathing room at all, truly Zion City¡¯s most ruthless businessman!

    Hearing what he wanted, Remington immediately hung up.

    Lizetta, putting the phone away, casually mentioned, ¡°No wonder we haven¡¯t seen Lucian since he got

    back. Remni, you¡¯re actually nning to build the biggest racetrack in the country for Lucian. He must

    be over the moon.¡±

    Remington¡¯s gaze darkened as he watched her, the bright smile on her face suddenly seeming too

    ring.

    ¡°You¡¯re happy for him?

    ¡°Of course, that¡¯s pretty much all Lucian has ever wanted.¡±

    Lizetta chuckled, her eyes sparkling with joy.

    She was genuinely happy for Lucian, not just because they got along well, but also because, like

    Lucian, Lizetta herself harbored dreams of greatness.

    Seeing a close friend achieve their dreams was indeed a reason for happiness.

    Humming a tune, Lizetta picked up the basin and made her way to the bathroom.

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    Lizetta was blissfully unaware that the man lying in the hospital bed had turned as cold as ice.

    Remington¡¯s gaze shifted from the joyous figure of the woman to the closed eyelids of his own

    contemtion

    Memories began to flood his mind

    Ever since Lizetta arrived at the Dashiell household, she had been sensible and well behaved, but her

    interactions with Lucian were

    different

    From a young age, she refused to call him in a formal way.

    As kids, they¡¯d asionally tussle and bicker, acting like the best of frenemies.

    In Lucian¡¯s presence, Lizetta was her true, lively self, a stark contrast to the overly polite girl she was

    around Remington

    Her first time getting drunk was with Lucian, and she even called out his name in her sleep afterward.

    Her first all¨Cnighter was spent at the beach with Lucian, watching the stars.

    For Lizetta¡¯s college graduation, Remington, despite being severely injured abroad, rushed back to

    celebrate with her.

    In the campus grounds. Lucian lifted her in her graduation gown, refusing to let her down, bncing

    her on his shoulder.

    She yfully tugged at Lucian¡¯s hair, half¨Cannoyed, half¨Camused.

    1 like you, okay? Happy now, Lucian? You¡¯re such a pest!¡±

    Lucian responded by spinning her around, herughter mingling with his under the sun¨Cdrenched

    trees.

    And then

    The diary hidden in Remington¡¯s office drawer, filled with youthful musings amusingly, he wasn¡¯t its

    main subject.

    Yet, he masochistically memorized every page.

    Remington clenched his fists. If it weren¡¯t for that night four years ago, perhaps they would¡¯ve been

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    Remi, are you asleep?¡± Lizetta¡¯s voice suddenly broke the silence, jolting Remi awake.

    For a moment, Lizetta thought she saw a sh of deep emotion in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly

    as it appeared.

    ¡°What¡¯s up?¡±

    rta

    Lizetta had been thinking about Lucian¡¯s ns to start a racing tmck, which naturally led her to think

    about her own ns to study

    abroad.

    She realized she hadn¡¯t discussed this with Remington yet and was eager to bring it up.

    ¡°It¡¯s about my study abroad ns. I don¡¯t want to give up on them. With Donies busy touring the world

    and unable to teach, and being born soon, it¡¯s the perfect timing for me to start sses next year.¡±

    Remi frowned slightly. ¡°Joy is going to need her mother. Maybe we should reconsider your study

    abroad ns in a few years.¡±

    If she went abroad, they¡¯d be forced to spend even less time together.

    Thest time they were apart, he missed crucial moments of her youth, allowing Lucian to take up

    space in her heart.

    setbacks. Now, with their marriage finally on the mend and a baby on the way, Remington didn¡¯t want

    to risk any

    with

    Jay

    He knew she loved to dance, and there were plenty of opportunities right here in her homnd, with

    top dancepanies willing to take her in she had to do was say the word, and he¡¯d make it happen.

    In three or four years, once their rtionship was more stable and their child a bit older, if she still

    wanted to study abroad, he wouldn¡¯t object

    She was only twenty¨Ctwo, with a long dance career ahead of her. Remington felt there was no need to

    rush.

    Especially so soon after giving birth, her body needed time to recover, and diving back into intense

    dance rehearsals for eight or nine hours a day was out of the question.

    But Lizetta was stunned. How could she possibly wait a few more years?

    How many more years would that be?

    She had already dyed her dreams for too long; she couldn¡¯t give up on this opportunity.

    Remington could suppon Lucian¡¯s dreams wholeheartedly, but why dismiss hers without a second

    thought?

    Was the destined to only be Mrs. Dashiell in his eyes, or was their child the only thing that truly

    mattered to him?

    Did her career aspirations, her pursuits, and h happiness not matter because she was expected to

    devote herself entirely to their child?

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    She refused to be seen as the pitiful Mrs. Dashiell any longer

    She needed her own stage, her own path.

    ¡°Remi¡±

    Lizetta attempted to argue her point, but the man in the bed turned away, his back radiating an

    indescribable chill

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    take to the hospital

    The next morning, Lizetta woke up early and prepared two hearty breakfasts to t

    She first visited Joseph, unveiling a whimsical breakfast for him

    It includedbread ducklings, bread bunnies tucked under a nket of tomato and scrambled egg

    flowers, quail eggs and grape. tomatoes turned into little mushrooms, and watermelon cakes.

    ¡°Wow! This is so yummy! Liz, you¡¯re so talented. No offense, but my brother really doesn¡¯t deserve you!

    As a man, he¡¯s got nothing but money and looks. Seriously, I love you the most. Liz¡±

    Joseph devoured his meal, not missing the chance to express his daily disdain for his brother..

    After all, his brother always ended up making Liz sad

    Lizetta wiped Joseph¡¯s mouth with a napkin, shaking her head with a smile

    For a man, having money and looks seemed enough to make him attractive to women.

    She couldn¡¯t tell if the kid was criticizing orplimenting his brother.

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    She stood up, ¡°You enjoy your meal. I won¡¯t stay with you any longer.¡±

    Joseph pouted. ¡°Choosing love over your little brother, huh? Go on, then.¡±

    Lizetta ruffled his hair and walked out

    As she stepped outside, she unexpectedly bumped into Hanna

    Lizetta paused, merely nodding at Hanna.

    She had previously promised Hanna that she would cleanly divorce and leave, but now she was going

    against her word, which surely filled Hanna with thoughts and dissatisfaction.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to invite trouble.

    She was about to pass by Hanna when Hanna spoke up unhappily.

    ¡°What? Carrying the Dashiell family¡¯s golden grandchild has made you too noble to even speak to your

    mother¨Cinw?¡±

    Lizetta stopped, not because she didn¡¯t want to speak, but because she was unsure how to address

    Hanna.

    Calling her ¡°Mom¡± felt wrong, and ¡°Mrs. H

    Hanna¡± sounded odd.

    But considering she hadn¡¯t divorced yet and was hoping for a fresh start, Lizetta turned to Hanna and

    said, ¡°I thought you might not want me to call you ¡®Mom¡® anymore¡±

    Lizetta expected Hanna to mock her, but surprisingly, Hanna just frowned and then said, ¡°Since you¡¯re

    carrying Remington¡¯s child and have decided to make a go of it, I am still your mother¨Cinw. You can

    call me ¡®Mom, and I¡¯ll respond¡±

    Lizetta pursed her lips, not wanting to make things too awkward, and said, ¡°Mom.¡±

    Hanna nodded, ¡°With the child on the way, just focus on taking care of the baby. Just nurture yourself

    and bring the baby into the world. safely, that¡¯s the most important thing for Joseph! Don¡¯t worry about

    anything else, what if you harm the baby?¡±

    Hearing this, Lizette felt ufortable.

    She frowned slightly. ¡°Joy is mine and Remi¡¯s child. Of course, I take good care of him, but I¡¯ll also

    continue doing what I want to do! I know what I should and shouldn¡¯t do, so you don¡¯t need to worry

    about me.¡±

    Lizetta nodded and walked away

    Hanna watched her leave with a displeased look, muttering, ¡°She¡¯s bing too sharp tongued!¡±

    Wilma tried to console her, ¡°Ma¡¯am, the baby¡¯s cord blood could definitely save Joseph. It must be fate

    that she¡¯s pregnant now. Just take it easy

    Hanna finally calmed down and instructed, ¡°Make sure to ask the doctor what she should eat to ensure

    the health of the umbilical cord and centa. We can¡¯t afford to have too little cord blood.¡±

    Her words treated Lizetta¡¯s unborn child more like a medical resource than a family member.

    Wilma nodded quickly, ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am.

    Lizetta, carrying the lunchbox, arrived at Remington¡¯s hospital room and pushed the door open.

    She saw Remington standing by the bed, already dressed in a three plece suit, tying his tie, looking

    ready to leave the hospital.

    ¡°Remi, what¡¯s going on?¡± she asked as Remington walked over to take the lunchbox from her hands

    and set it aside.

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    ¡°I can handle this small load Edith dropped me off and had to head back Grandma called this moming

    asking me to spend a few days with her at the family home¡±

    Just then, Cedric pushed open the door

    ¡°Mr. Dashell, even things ready

    Remington gave a slight nod, and Latta, seeing he was indeed buty, knitted her brows and asked

    Ts a bit of a situation with the West family. There¡¯s a press conference scheduled this morning for a

    joint venture between the Starlight Group and the West family, I need to be there in pertan

    Upon hearing it was about the West family. Lizette knew it was pointless to argue

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    ¡°Oh but did the doctor say you could be discharged

    ¡°What about breakfast? Aren¡¯t you going to eat

    hing?

    Before she could finish, Remington gently pinched her cheek and said.

    Tm runningte, darling. Do me a favor and help me with my be¡±

    He handed his fir to Lizetti, who took it from him.

    Instinctively, he started to bend down to make it easier for her, but Lizetta, not wanting him to aggravate

    his injury, pulled him towards the bed to su

    ¡°Sight¡±

    Remington¡¯s lips curved into a smile, his deep eyes fixated on Lizettas face.

    As Lizetta leaned over to adjust his cor before starting on the tie, the morning sunlight bathed the

    room, warm and gentle, not at all

    harsh or scorching:

    de the city hall on their wedding day.

    Lizetta thought back to thest time she tied his tie, which was in the car outside the

    Back the

    she hadn¡¯t imagined there would be more moments like this.

    As a wife, she was tying her husband¡¯s tie in the early moming, sending him off to his day.

    Her lips couldn¡¯t help but curve into a smile.

    ¡°What are you smiling about? Remington¡¯s soft voice chimped from above her.

    Lizetta looked up meeting his gaze, close and intense. His deep eyes, reflecting the warm sunlight,

    appeared a gentle amber, soothing

    and tender

    Her heart raced, and she smiled again, saying.

    ¡°You wouldn¡¯t understand

    Women often find emotion in the little things, picking up

    bits of excitement, warmth, and romance in the mundane

    They believe happiness is in the details, that these little joys make even an ordinary life blossom

    brightly.

    But men, always rational, might see happiness more tangibly wealth, career sess, a devoted wife,

    children

    If she told him why she was smiling, he might justugh at her for finding joy in such trivial things

    Thinking this, Lizetta felt Remington wrap his arms around her waist

    He rested his forehead against hers, then kissed her deeply and passionately, his hand gently

    caressing the back of her ear

    When they parted, his voice was husky

    ¡°Liz, I¡¯m very happy today too

    Lizettasshes fluttered, and she smiled, feeling a thrill as if her secret happiness had been recognized

    and echoed

    Then, Remington gently yed with her earlobe and said.

    ¡°The earrings look good on you. Keep them on¡±

    Lizetta paused, then realized he was referring to the happiness about wearing the earrings.

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    The night before, she had put on the pair of daisy earnings he had given her after returning to Oakridge

    Heights.

    Remington then took Lizetta¡¯s hand, squeezing it.

    ¡°Put on the ring, and ill be even happier.¡±

    Lizetta rolled her eyes, pulling her hand back as she continued with his the ¡°Dream on We¡¯ll talk after

    you pass the trial period?

    Remington raised an eyebrow, smiling. ¡°You¡¯ll want to wear it yourself soon enough!¡±

    Just like with those earrings

    Lizetta didn¡¯t linger on the topic. She finished tying his tie and reminded him,

    ¡°Be careful with your injury. And are you sure you don¡¯t want to eat anything?¡±

    She had made breakfast with her own hands, hoping her efforts would be appreciated

    Like Joseph, who always enjoyed her cooking, she felt rewarded knowing her hard work wasn¡¯t in vain

    Remington, however, ruffled Lizetta¡¯s hair, ¡°No, I better go¡±

    Lizetta felt a touch of disappointment, but she hadn¡¯t mentioned to him that she would be bringing

    breakfast

    She nodded, watching Remington head towards the door, then called out,

    ¡°Remi, can youe back home early after you¡¯re done?¡±

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    Yesterday, she hadn¡¯t finished talking to him about studying abroad.

    Remington stopped in his tracks when he heard this, then tumed around and walked back to Lizetta.

    ¡°Miss me that much? Alright, Ill head home early to keep youpany. Just wait for me.¡±

    He leaned down to nt a soft kiss on Lizetta¡¯s forehead before turning to leave.

    Cedric followed him to the elevator, where Remington scrutinized his reflection, then suddenly tumed

    back to give Cedric a piercing

    look

    Feeling puzzled under Remington¡¯s gaze, Cedric saw his lips slightly lift

    ¡°Did you tie your

    tie yourself?¡±

    Cedric was taken aback.

    Remington, with a picky nce,mented, ¡°It¡¯s a bit crooked, not quite sharp.¡±

    With that, he turned and stepped into the elevator first.

    Cedric hurried in after him, silently rolling his eyes.

    If he wasn¡¯t mistaken, Remington used to the his own ties too.

    Inside the elevator, Cedric still checked his reflection on the metal surface.

    Crooked?

    Looked fine to him.

    Nheless, Cedric adjusted it, though he was still irked by Remington¡¯s way of unting his domestic

    bliss, especially since he had just gone through a breakup himself.

    Body exploited by capitalists, and now his feelings

    feelings too? Utterly inhumane.

    So, Cedric mentioned to Remington, ¡°Me Dashiell, when you left, I noticed Mrs. Dashiell didn¡¯t seem

    very happy.¡±

    Remington turned. ¡°She was clearly delighted¡±

    Cedric immediately responded, ¡°Didn¡¯t you notice how forced her smile was when you didn¡¯t even

    nce at the breakfast she brought?¡±

    Really?

    Remington¡¯s expression darkened slightly, he hadn¡¯t noticed.

    But it struck him that Lizetta did mention breakfast twice.

    Seeing Remington deep in thought, Cedric added, ¡°I think the breakfast might have been made by Mrs.

    Dashiell, you know. She got up early to prepare it and brought it all the way here, and you didn¡¯t even

    look at it. She must have felt down.¡±

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    Before he could finish, he noticed Remington¡¯s icy stare.

    Startled, Cedric was about to say he was just guessing when Remington cut in

    ¡°Why

    didn¡¯t you say so earlier!¡±

    Cedric was speechless. Was it his fault that Remington was clueless about his wife¡¯s feelings?

    Ignoring breakfast made by his wife, anyone could tell she¡¯d be upset.

    While Cedric was mentallyining, he heard Remington ordering, ¡°Later grab the meal box from

    the room, and, call up Bombardier, ask their sales manager toe over.¡±

    Cedric was surprised: Bombardier was an international aerospacepany. Remington¡¯s Gulfstream

    G650 came from them. nning to sell it after just two years?

    But then it clicked. He asked, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, are you buying a private jet for Mrs. Dashiell?¡±

    Remington tumed back, ¡°What else?¡±

    Her desire to study abroad seemed strong a private jet would definitelye in handy.

    From feeling sorry for Lizetto a moment ago. Cedric now felt like aplete joke!

    Lizetta was tidying up Remington¡¯s things left in the room, knowing someone would handle the

    discharge process.

    Just as she was about to leave with the lunchbox, Cedric came back in..

    ¡°Did Remi forget something?¡± Lizetta was surprised.

    09:31

    Cedric quickly said, ¡°After getting in the car, Mr. Dashiell suddenly felt hungry and asked me to get the

    breakfast

    Stunned, Lizetta watched as Cedric swiftly took the meal box from her hands, saying, ¡°Chris is waiting

    the family house.¡±

    Lizetta nodded, and Cedric left with the lunchbox

    to take you back to

    Lizette smiled, reminiscing about the times she¡¯d cook and wait for Remington at Oakridge Heights,

    only to be stood up.

    Thinking about Cedric¡¯s return, she felt, this time, it was different.

    She walked out of the room light¨Cfootedly but then saw m and Kevining towards her in the

    hallway.

    ra was holding a bouquet and Kevin had some health supplements.

    The couple, having spotted Lizetta, approached her quickly.

    ¡°Liz, ra and I heard about Remington¡¯s hospitalization and came to check on him,¡± Kevin said

    warmly.

    ras expression was a bit stiff, given their previous cold interactions over Evelina¡¯s situation.

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    The Hawthorne family was on the brink of disaster, and Evelina was out of options

    ra found herself, once again, seeking help from Lizetta.

    With a forced smile, she said, ¡°Liz, could you possibly arrange a meeting with Remington for us?¡±

    Lizetta offered a polite sinile in return, ¡°He¡¯s already been discharged from the hospital¡±

    As she turned to leave, ra cought her arm

    ¡°Liz, are you still upset about the past? Eve is carrying Remington¡¯s baby. As a mother, it¡¯s natural for

    me to look out for my daughter. I know I¡¯ve been selfish, and I¡¯m sorry for that. Could you, for old times¡®

    sake, help the Hawthome family, plead on our behalf?¡±

    ra¡¯s eyes welled up, her expression filled with difort

    Although she was a renowned dancer, living a life of luxury had made the thought of the Hawthornes¡®

    financial ruin unbearable.

    Lizetta frowned slightly, ¡°Plead?¡±

    ¡°Liz, haven¡¯t you heard? Remington stopped his funding for the Hawthome family. Everything was

    going fine, and then suddenly, it wasn¡¯t. The Hawthome Group¡¯s financial support haspletely dried

    up.¡±

    Lizetta was unaware of this development, Remington had never mentioned it to her.

    ¡°Liz, can¡¯t you think of your grandma? You can¡¯t just stand by and watch the Hawthorne family fall. This

    business was built from the ground up by your grandparents.¡±

    Kevin, in desperation, grasped Lizetta¡¯s arm. He was referring, of course, to Rachel

    Lizetta had been raisedrgely by Rachel due to Kevin and ra¡¯s busy schedules. Although Rachel

    passed away when Lizetta was only five, leaving most memones blurred, the warmth and admiration

    she felt for her grandmother remained deeply ingrained in her heart. And it was undeniable that

    Rachel¡¯s influence yed a part in Lizetta being adopted by the Dashiell family.

    Kevin knew he had found Lizetta¡¯s weak spot

    Lizetta pursed her lips and withdrew her arm from Kevin¡¯s grasp

    Kevin¡¯s heart sank, and ra looked desperate

    ¡°Liz, do you really want to watch the Hawthorne family go bankrupt, letting your grandma down in her

    rest?¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t heartless.

    ¡°ITI talk to Remi,¡± she said, ¡°but I can¡¯t promise he¡¯ll change his mind.¡±

    Kevin and ra breathed a sigh of relief.

    Kevin gave ra a look, and she stepped forward to hug Lizetta, Thank you, sweetheart. I knew you

    were still our kind, gentle girl.¡± Lizetta patted ra¡¯s back, seizing the opportunity to take a few strands

    of her hair. Evelina¡¯s behavior towards Jolin had been too strange: With hair from both Evelina and

    ra, she nned to redo the paternity test.

    She stepped back from ra

    ¡°ra, Kevin, after this, I owe the Hawthome family nothing.¡±

    With a nod, she walked away, leaving Kevin and ra with mixed feelings.

    When Lizetta¡¯s figure disappeared, their expressions tumedplicated.

    Kevin sighed. ¡°Back then, it wasn¡¯t that we couldn¡¯t afford to raise two daughters.¡±

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    ra¡¯s eyes teared up. ¡°But Evelina was so sensitive and fragile back then. She¡¯s our own flesh and

    blood. How could we not give our child enough security? We didn¡¯t do anything wrong, did we?¡±

    Kevin sighed again, ¡°It¡¯s done. No point dwelling on it now. Let¡¯s go.¡±

    They left, but not far behind, a door to the emergency exit opened.

    Evelina stepped out, fists clenched, body trembling, eyes filled with resentment and frustration.

    Why? Despite her efforts and years of trying to please her parents, she still couldn¡¯t outshine Lizetta!

    While she had been in the hospital, she had been making calls, trying to secure investments for the

    Hawthome family.

    And what had Lizetta done? Just agreed to a simple request, and now her parents were regretting their

    past decisions?

    Lizetta! Why did it always have to be Lizetta?

    09

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    Lizetta sent the hair samples of Evelina and ra for a paternity test

    On the drive back to the old family house, her phone buzzed.

    Picking it up, she saw it was a message from Remington

    Surprised, she clicked it open

    Remington had sent a photo of the meal box she¡¯d packed for him that morning, nowpletely empty

    A smile crect onto Lizetta¡¯s lips. She didn¡¯t expect such a gesture of appreciation

    Then, the WhatsApp showed he was typing.

    Clutching her phone a bit tighter, Lizetta waited, but instead of a message, she saw a transfer

    notification

    $5000

    Then, three more transfers came through each for $5000

    The notes attached to each transfer spelled out ¡°Honey, I, Love, You¡±

    That added up to $20,000, likely the maximum daily transfer limit on WhatsApp for Remington, who

    wasn¡¯t a frequent user

    Lizetta was a bit stunned, and then another message from Remington popped up.

    [Heard its trendy now to thank the wife like this]

    Lizetta chuckled, this didn¡¯t seem like something Remington would normally do.

    She quickly replied

    [Who told you that?

    Holding his phone, Remington nced at Cedric sitting in the passenger seat and then typed.

    Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.

    [Doesn¡¯t matter who told me. What matters is, Mrs. Dashiell, are you satisfied?]

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t hide her smile.

    [I¡¯m very sabsfied. Mr. Dashiell, keep up the good work]

    After a moment. Remington replied

    [At the venue now, see you at home for lunch.]

    Lizetta sent a cute cat emoji in response.

    She had practically glued her eyes to their conversation the entire way.

    Especially thatst message from him, felt like a husband updating his wife on his ns, filling her

    heart with joy.

    So much so, that she was still smiling as she walked into the living room of the family house.

    ¡°There you are, my big and little treasures are back! Come here and give me a hug.¡± Fiona was

    watching TV on the couch and immediately opened her arms to Lizetta. Laughing, Lizetta sat down

    beside her ¡°Grandma, who¡¯s the big treasure and who¡¯s

    oy is the little treasure, of course.¡± ¡°You¡¯re the big treasure, and Joy

    ¡°Then grandma, you are the oldest treasure.¡±

    ¡®s the little one?¡±

    ¡°What oldest treasure? The old saying goes, having an elder is like having a treasure. You, grandma,

    are the real treasure in this house.¡± Hugging Fiona¡¯s arm, Lizetta yfully swayed it back and forth.

    Their childish banter had them bothughing joyfully.

    Then, the TV started showing financial news.

    It was about a press conference jointly held by the Starlight Group and the West family¡¯s NovaTech

    Innovations.

    The camera moved from a room full of reporters to the entrance where a group of sharply dressed men

    walked in.

    The shlights went wild, the room fell silent.

    And the man leading the pack, in a dark suit, lie perfectly in ce, tall and imposing,

    men

    stole the spotlight amidst a sea of middle¨Caged

    Young and handsome, he stood out, bing the focal point, his presence somanding it seemed

    to leap through the screen

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    Lizetta stopped her yful antics, watching intently

    She was watching him take his prestigious seat, shake hands with dignity.

    She was watching him address the media with ease, his concise, piercing replies to reporters,

    effortlessly controlling the room.

    Her eyes sparkled with admiration for the man leading the Starlight Group

    She thought, not only was she a sucker for good looks, but clearly, for power too.

    Thinking that this man had just sent her a routine update on, her heart couldn¡¯t help but race

    ¡°Lizetta, oh Lizetta, you¡¯re beyond help,¡± she thought.

    Se vain, indeed

    She gently touched her belly, whispering to Joy

    ¡°Look, baby, that¡¯s your daddy. Isn¡¯t he amazing?¡±

    This press conference marked a significant announcement from the Starlight Group and the Star Group

    about a deep coboration over the next three years, including two groundbreaking scientific

    achievements.

    Even with little understanding of finance, Lizetta could tell that with the Starlight Group¡¯s endorsement,

    the West family¡¯s stocks were

    set to soar

    Remington¡¯s loyalty to Quentin and the West family was undeniable.

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    ¡°Hey Liz, I only just found out that Evelina¡¯s carrying a child from the Wests. Can you believe it? Ugh, Rents always been a tough nut to crack, plus he¡¯s got this whole thing against the Wests didn¡¯t even tell me. Don¡¯t hold it against him, okay?

    Fiona squeezed Lizetta¡¯s hand reassuringly

    Thinking about the West family seemed to darken Fiona¡¯s mood, adding ayer of sorrow to her expression.

    Lizetta¡¯s brows furrowed slightly, ¡°Grandma, did something happen between Remi and the Wests?¡±

    What was this grudge Remington held against the West family?

    There seemed to be so many secrets Lizetta was not privy to

    Fiona paused, then said, ¡°Some stories are better told by Remi himself, when he¡¯s ready.¡±

    It was unclear whether Fiona was unwilling to speak or deliberately keeping secrets.

    After her words, Fiona imed tiredness and had Tina assist her back to her room.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t shake a sense of unease, unusual for Fiona to be so evasive.

    She stood still for a moment before heading upstairs to change into her dance gear, making her way to the studio.

    Despite being pregnant, she continued dancing every day.

    However, she cut down her practice time and took care to rest often, avoiding any strenuous movements.

    Joy seemed to understand, supporting her silently, and so far, Lizetta felt physically capable.

    An hour and a halfter, Lizetta emerged from the studio, showered, and rested.

    She kept ncing at her phone, eager for noon when Remington had promised to return for lunch. Lizetta walked around the yard, pretending to enjoy a stroll but really hoping to see Remington sooner,

    Near the gate was an octagonal gazebo where Lizetta decided to wait, a perfect spot to see anyoneing.

    Her attention, however, was drawn to the gazebo¡¯s central wooden pir, adomed with height marks. She smiled as she touched them. ¡°Mrs Dashiell, you were just this tiny when you arrived at the Dashiell household. Ms. Shirleywasonly a year older but a head taller than you. Mr. Dashiell was always worried you wouldn¡¯t grow tall.¡±Property ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Tina¡¯s voice came from behind,carryingafruit tter.

    Tina admired the height marks alongside Lizetta.

    Those marks represented Lizetta¡¯s growth over the years, each one carefully etched by Remington himself. From eight to seventeen, there were nine marks, documenting Lizetta¡¯s presence in the Dashiell family over fourteen years.

    Remington had intended to mark her eighteenth year, but due to unforeseen events, it remained undone.

    Lizetta smiled, ¡°Tina, could you fetch me a craft knife? I¡¯d like Remi toaddthe mark for my eighteenth year when he gets back.¡±

    After setting down the fruit tter, Tina nodded and turned to leave. Lizetta, curious, pointed to another set of marks, ¡°These are Remi¡¯s, but who do these smaller ones belong to?¡±

    ¡°Oh, those.¡± Tina chuckled, then suddenly pped her hand to her forehead. ¡°Oh dear, I¡¯ve got soup on the stove. I¡¯ll be right back with that knife, Mrs. Dashiell.¡±

    Tina hurried off, leaving Lizetta feeling like she was avoiding something.

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze returned to the marks, pondering who else had grown up alongside Remington.

    Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. Expecting Remington, she checked her messages, only to find a message from anunknown number.

    Waiting for Remington toe home? Unfortunately, he won¡¯t being back anytime soon. He¡¯s got more important people to be with

    Don¡¯t believe me? Dare toe to Echo Ridge Viandsee for yourself?

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    Lizetta frowned hard at the two text messages on her screen, feeling her good mood evaporate

    instantly

    Even though the number was unlisted, she knew in her gut it had to be from Evelina.

    Evelina had previously insisted, without a shred of doubt, that Remington was hiding another woman at

    his Echo Ridge estate.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to bebeve it, but Evelina¡¯s persistence was unsettling.

    With a scowl. Izetta was about to block the number.

    But then, another message popped up¨Ca photo.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t care less and was about to ext when, by a slip of the finger, she identally zoomed in

    on the picture,

    Her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

    The photo was clearly taken on the sly, capturing a man on a ne with only half of his face visible.

    There he sat a woman resting on his shoulder her face hidden, her curly, thick hair, and a glimpse of

    her fair, slender neck suggesting she was young and beautiful.

    She was sleeping against him while he gazed at her with a tender look.

    It was a beautiful scene, full of atmosphere

    Had the man not been Remington, her husband who had promised toe home for dinner, Lizetta

    would have admired the love radiating from the picture

    Lizettas fingers tumed icy, trembling as she swiped away the photo.

    [You should recognize this, its Remi¡¯s private jet. Fool, she¡¯s the one he truly brought back, the one

    he¡¯s protecting at all costs. I was just a smokescreen]

    [Lizetta, you¡¯re so pitiful. I even gave you the address, yet you don¡¯t dare to take a look? What are you

    afraid of?]

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    Evelina¡¯s taunting texts followed one after another.

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing becamebored, her hands shaking as she finally blocked the number.

    Her phone went silent

    But Lizettas world was in turmoil, a storm raging within her heart, its howls echoing in her ears.

    She went pale, standing frozen for a long time before finally taking a deep breath and dialing

    Remington¡¯s number.

    He answered swiftly, her voice tight with tension.

    ¡°Remi, lunch is almost ready. Where are you?¡±

    Lizetta held her breath, praying for Remington to say he was on his way home.

    But all she got was his apologetic tone.

    ¡°Something came upst minute, 1 can¡¯t make it back. Have lunch with Grandma.¡±

    ¡°But¡± Lizetta¡¯s voice trembled, trying to salvage some proof, some assurance.

    But Remington was impatient, cutting her off, ¡°Liz, just do as I say¡±

    With that, he hung up.

    Lizetta clutched her phone, her fingers going limp, the device nearly slipping through her grasp.

    Tina, stepping out of the mansion with a craft knife, caught sight of Lizetta driving away.

    Tina called out, puzzled, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, it¡¯s almost time for lunch. Where are you off to?¡±

    Lizetta didn¡¯t respond, her car speeding out of the gate and quickly disappearing

    Tina turned back inside, mentioning to Flona. ¡°Mrs. Dashiell left without a word. Wonder where she¡¯s

    gone.¡±

    Fiona called Lize.

    ¡°Liz, did you head out?¡±

    ¡°Grandma, Yoll¡¯s got into a bit of trouble, need to see her fast. Can¡¯t join you for lunch.¡±

    Hearing it was Ynda, Fiona didn¡¯t pry further, only reminding, ¡°It¡¯s been a while since I¡¯ve seen Yoll.

    Bring her over sometime.¡±

    ¡°Will do,¡± Lizetta said before hanging up and pressing the gas pedal harder.

    Her heart was a tangled mess of fear, anxiety, and disbelief.

    Evelina had gotten to her.

    She didn¡¯t know what awaited her, but she refused to be kept in the dark¡­

    All she wanted was to see for herself, gripping the steering wheel tighter, still harboring a sliver of hope

    and trust

    Remington wouldn¡¯t let her down, she believed.

    ???? ?

    But as Lizetta parked outside Echo Ridge Vi, she saw two figures emerging from the mansion in the

    distance.

    The familiar, tall, and imposing figure of a man.

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    Beside him, the woman with chestnut waves cascading down her shoulders had a petite frame,

    cloaked in a unmistakably the woman from the photographs.

    As they spoke, they walked side by side from the mansion to the car parked in front

    ece cont.

    Remington advanced a couple of steps to courteously open the rear car door for the woman,

    thoughtfully lifting his hand to shield her head from the car¡¯s rool.

    As the woman bent to get in, she seemed to pause, looking up at Remington to say something.

    He looked down at her, nodding, a gentle smile ying on his lips.

    At that moment, they were so close, a mere breath away from a kiss.

    After she got in, Remington followed suit, sliding into the backseat as well.

    The car soon drove off, vanishing from Lizetta¡¯s view.

    Yet Lizetta remained motionless, hands gripping the steering wheel, staring ahead.

    Her body felt like it had turned to ice, chilled from the inside out, as though the slightest movement

    could shatter her.

    She saw it¨CRemington was indeed hiding a woman in the house she had lovingly arranged!

    How could he be so cruell

    It wasn¡¯t until the car window was tapped twice that Lizetta jolted back to reality, gasping for alt

    After a moment, she slowly turned to look outside the window.

    Evelina stood there, leaning over to peer inside and gesturing for Lizetta to roll down the window.

    As Lizetta slowly did so. Evelina¡¯s gaze held a mocking smile

    ¡°Liz, the look o

    on your face is just priceless! Ugh, it¡¯s even uglier than tears, you¡¯re as pale as a ghost.¡±

    Lizetta was well aware of her own disheveled, nidiculous state.

    Her expression cold, she returned the mockery.

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    ¡°Anyone canugh at me, but you, Evelina, hardly have the right. After all your desperate attempts, you

    ended up with nothing to show¡±

    *Lizetta!¡±

    Evelina, her features contorted with anger, felt as if she¡¯d been struck in the gut.

    But she quickly regained herposure, her smile returning as sh

    s she continued.

    ¡°Lizetta, don¡¯t you want to know the identity of that woman? I can tell you, but it¡¯s up to you whether you

    come or not.¡±

    With a meaningful smile, Evelina turned and walked towards a concealed vehicle.

    She got in and drove away.

    Lizetta closed her eyes momentarily, then slowly started her car and followed.

    Half an hourter, in a cafe, they sat opposite each other.

    Evelina stired her coffee, looking at Lizetta¡¯s pale face.

    ¡°Lizetta, you really shouldn¡¯t havee back. It was better for you overseas, but you had toe back

    and chase a pipe dream. Knowing you¡¯re just a stand¨Cin, I feel sorry for you. Remington just,¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t look anything like that woman,¡± Lizetta interrupted Evelina.

    From a distance, Lizetta hadn¡¯t seen the woman¡¯s face clearly.

    But from their silhouettes, she knew she and the woman were vastly different.

    ¡°Hey, who said only look¨Calikes can be stand¨Cins?¡± Evelina sipped her coffee before continuing

    leisurely.

    ¡°Lizetta, think about it. Remington, with his cold nature and ruthless demeanor, would step over a body

    without a second thought if it blocked his path. Why would such a man, when Thaddeus was kneeling

    at the Dashiell family¡¯s doorstep begging for your sanctuary. bring you into the Dashiell family and treat

    you well from the start? Do you think you¡¯re special? Lizetta, please don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re naive enough

    to believe that someone would be kind to another without reason?¡±

    Evelina mmed her coffee cup on the table, scoffing, ¡°His kindness towards you is all because of that

    woman. He sees you as nothing more than her stand in! If not for her, you would be nothing but a bug

    from the slums, deserving to die at the hands of your biological father!¡±

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    Lizetta stared nkly as Evelina¡¯s lips moved, her mind sluggishi

    shes of the past danced before her eyes indeed, nothing good in this worlde without a reason

    She still remembered that snowy night when she was carried into the Dashiell mansion by the young

    Remington. He had taken care of her, cleaning her wounds with a gentle voice, soothing her fears, and

    even offering her a sweet piece of candy

    She thought she was lucky enough to catch his eye, to be favored by him

    But she had forgotten, Remington was never a man of overflowing sympathy.

    Even then, his personality was aloof and cold, difficult to approach.

    He was also a neat freak ¨C her, covered in grime and blood, he would never lower himself to care for

    without a good reason.

    And that reason turned out to be so cruel!

    Lizetta closed her eyes briefly, hiding the bitterness and pain in her gaze.

    She didn¡¯t want to give Evelina any more reasons tough at her.

    ¡°Are you done?¡± Lizetta opened her eyes, her expression now forcibly calm.

    Evelina¡¯s lips curved up mockingly. ¡°Of course not, such a hrious story could keep meughing for a

    year. How does it feel to be a

    stand¨Cin, Lizetta?¡±

    Mockery and malice were written all over Evelina¡¯s face, but Lizetta managed a cold smile.

    ¡°If you¡¯re asking about the taste of being a stand¨Cin, shouldn¡¯t you know better Evelina? Haven¡¯t you

    been trying to rece me ever since you came back to the Hawthorne family?¡±

    Evelina¡¯s expression froze, then twisted as if struck

    ¡°What are you talking about? I¡¯m the real deal, the legitimate daughter. Why would I need to rece

    you, an impostor?¡±

    ¡°But you¡¯ve always lived in my shadow, haven¡¯t you? Otherwise, why stick to me like a bad penny?¡±

    Lizetta hit the nail on the head.

    Indeed, since returning to the Hawthorne family. Evelina had always tried to outshine Lizetta, to make

    her parents see her as better, more aplished.

    She was the legitimate daughter, she should be better than Lizetta!

    Yet, contrary to her wishes, Evelina had always been overshadowed by Lizetta

    Evelina excelled in music, unlike Lizetta¡¯s natural talent for various instruments

    Her dance moves were clumsy at best

    At school, no matter how hard she tried, her grades were just average, while Lizetta was a prodigy,

    skipping grades and getting into college at fifteen.

    Evelina had finally made a name for herself in social circles as Miss Hawthorne, only for Lizetta to

    be Mrs. Dashiell in one fell

    swoop

    ¡°So, what if everyone says the legitimate daughter can¡¯tpare to an impostor like you? You¡¯re still

    about to be discarded by Remington, kicked out of the Dashiell family. Then we¡¯ll see if you can still act

    so high and mighty!¡±

    Evelina red at Lizetta, sneening.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want to argue further. She asked, ¡°What¡¯s the deal with that woman and the West family?¡±

    She remembered Remington acting secretive around Quentin¡¯s death and Fiona mentioning

    Remington¡¯s grudge against the West family

    It wasn¡¯t hard to guess that woman must be connected to the West family somehow

    ¡°Guessing the West family, huh? Maybe you¡¯re not as dumb as I thought,¡± Evelina mocked, ready to

    watch Lizetta crumble.

    ¡°Remington¡¯s Starlight Group and the West¡¯s Star Group both share a star in their names.

    Coincidence?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s hand tightened at her side.

    The Starlight Group was Remington¡¯s creation, a spin¨Coff from the Dashiell empire, named by him.

    She had always thought the name suggested the group would shine like stars.

    But it turned out, the name held a deeper meaning.

    09:32

    is Ste, Quentin¡¯s younger sister, just a year his junior¡±N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.

    ¡°Quentin wasn¡¯t an only child?¡±

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    Lizetta had always thought Quentin was an only child. For years, no one mentioned anything about

    Quenti

    Il Quentin had a sister, where had Stelle been all these years?

    ¡°Quentin an only child? Far from it. He has a sister, Ste. And you know, Ste and Remington the

    same day, in the same hospital.

    1 sister

    were meant to be. They

    hey were born on

    Back then, the Wests and the Dashiells were equally influential. Barbara and your mother¨Cinw,

    Hanna, were like sisters. They even promised Remington and Ste to each other when they were just

    babies.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s nails dug deeper into her palms.

    Promised to each other as babies, huh?

    Bom on the same day sounds incredibly romantic.

    ¡°Remington never celebrates his birthday because of Ste?¡± Lizetta asked, her voice dry.

    Remington never celebrated his birthday. Even his eighteenth, which was supposed to be a big deal,

    was celebrated a day early.

    His actual binhday always passed in silence in the Dashiell household.

    That¡¯s why, seeing Remington having a candlelit dinner with Evelina on his birthday made Lizetta think

    they were an item.

    She remembered making Remington a birthday cake on his twentieth. She was so excited, lighting the

    candles and sneaking into his room at midnight.

    She wanted to surprise him, but he wasn¡¯t pleased at all.

    He looked at her as if the cake was poisoned, telling her to take it away and not to bother with such

    meaningless gestures again. After that, Lizetta would just prepare a thoughtful gift and, like everyone

    else, give it to him the day before his actual birthday.

    She used to think Remington just didn¡¯t like the fuss or cake.

    But the heir to the Dashiell fortune, even if he disliked such things, would still partake in the celebration

    unless there was a reason. ¡°Of course, it¡¯s because of Ste. They weren¡¯t just promised to each other,

    they grew up together From the age of one to twelve, they celebrated every birthday together¡±

    Evelina seemed to delight in Lizetta¡¯s distress, her smile

    filled with satisfaction.

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    Lizetta must be heartbroken.

    Evelina could hardly bear to watch

    ¡°What happened then? Where did Ste go?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, pressing for more.

    Clearly, Remington stopped celebrating his birthdays after Ste disappeared when he was twelve.

    ¡°It¡¯s simple. When they were twelve, Remington and Ste were kidnapped. Remington managed to

    escape, but Ste vanished. Without his childhood love, Mr. Dashiell lost all interest in celebrating his

    birthday. With Ste missing, presumed dead, Barbara was heartbroken, crying until she went blind.

    Since then, the Wests and the Dashiells forbade anyone from mentioning Ste, to spare Barbara the

    pain. But despite the silence, Remington and the Wests never stopped searching for her. The man who

    kidnapped them was rumored to be in a mercenary group in Celestia. Our noble Mr. Dashiell even

    became a mercenary himself. Count the scars on Remington¡¯s body, and you¡¯ll know how many times

    he¡¯s risked his life for that woman! Now that he¡¯s found her, my poor sister, do you think there¡¯s still

    room for you in the Dashiell family, by Remington¡¯s side?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breath hitched with pain. No wonder Remington never spoke of his scars or how he got them.

    After all, he only came back to her because she was pregnant.

    Now, the woman he had been searching for, longing for had returned. Hismitment to Lizetta was

    probably just out of responsibility

    Just then, Lizetta¡¯s phone on the table started ringing.

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    Lizetta stored at her phone semen, a tumult of emotions swirling in her eyes.

    Wasn¡¯t he supposed to be with Ste?

    Why was he calling her now?

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you gonna pick up? It¡¯s your husband, though who knows for how long more. Maybe he¡¯s calling

    to break things off, introduce you to his childhood sweetheart. Just imagine that scene, it¡¯s hrious¡±

    Evelina, siting across from her, saw the caller ID too and covered her mouth to stifle augh.

    Seeing Lizetta frozen in ce, not picking up, Evelina stood up. ¡°Are you scared to answer? Let me

    help you out¡±

    She reached out for the phone.

    Lizetta snatched the phone away and pressed it off, then grabbed the coffee mug from the table and

    sshed its contents toward

    Evelina.

    Evelina screamed, her face and hair drenched in coffee, looking utterly disheveled.

    She frantically grabbed some napkins to wipe herself, ring at Lize with venom. ¡°Lizetta, have you

    lost your mind?¡±

    Lizetta had been itching to shut Evelina up for a while. She picked up her bag, stood up, and looked

    down on Evelina coldly, ¡°You asked for it walking right into it with your nasty attitude¡±

    Evelina sneered, ¡°I was just trying to do you a favor, letting you know you¡¯re being yed. Don¡¯t shoot

    the messenger! Why don¡¯t you confront Ste if you¡¯ve got the guts, huh, Lizetta? Do you dare?

    Lizetta scoffed lightly, ¡°Oh, I¡¯m really grateful for your concern. Rest assured, I¡¯ll be checking out every

    word you¡¯ve said.¡±

    With that, Lizetta turned and walked away.

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    But Evelina¡¯s mockingughter followed her. ¡°Just a friendly heads up, Quentin¡¯s got a nickname Hope,

    and his sister¡¯s is Noticing Lizettas stiffened posture, Evelina knew her words had hit home, hard and

    precise. She chuckled to herself, but the next moment, the sticky coffee began to imitate her eyes,

    making them impossible to open.

    Cursing, she yelled for a waiter toe help.

    Lizetta stormed out of the cafe, her facade of calm shattering instantly.

    It felt as if her whole world was crumbling down, piece by piece, into something unrecognizable.

    Memories that were once precious, , warm, and sweet, now felt like sugar¨Ccoated des, tormenting

    her

    She quickened her pace as if chased by demons

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    Only the sharp re of a car hom snapped her back to reality.

    She turned just as a car screeched to a halt in front of her.

    Realizing she had wandered into the street, her legs gave out, and she copsed to the ground.

    A sharp pain followed in her abdomen.

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned pale as she clutched her belly. ¡°Joy, Joy can¡¯t be in trouble!¡±

    Inside the car.

    ¡°What the hell? Jerome, are you okay? Did you hit her?¡±

    Hamilton, wearing a baseball cap, leaned forward from the back seat, addressing the driver.

    ¡°Damn, she¡¯s not getting up. Did I really hit her? Il check.¡±

    He tried to open the door, but it wouldn¡¯t budge.

    ¡°Man, I knew you were cold, but this is just heartless!¡±

    The driver unbuckled his seatbelt and spoke emotionlessly ill handle it. Just don¡¯t think about running

    off.¡±

    He got out and walked around to the front where he found the woman still on the ground, clutching her

    abdomen, her hair a mess, shoulders shaking.

    Jerome¡¯s gaze was icy as he coldly remarked, ¡°Trying to scam a few hundred bucks with that designer

    bag? Scamming is indeed a quick way to make money.¡±

    Suddenly, a pale hand grabbed his trouser leg tightly.

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    ¡°Wow, alming high, aren¡¯t you? Not just after money but something more?¡±

    Jerome lifted his foot, intending to shake her off

    But when the woman looked up, revealing a face pale and streaked with tears, pain in her eyen,

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    Because it was just too heartbreaking.

    ¡°Ouch, please, help, save my baby.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s vision blurred as she grappled with the pain, unsure of what was happening to her

    The sharp agony in her abdomen intensified, draining her of the strength to even stand.

    All she could do was clutch desperately at the stranger before her, hoping for a sliver of kindness, a

    chance to save her child.

    Jerome¡¯s gaze fell on Lizetta¡¯s hands, pressed firmly against her belly, his brows furrowing as he bent

    down.

    ¡°Take deep breaths, I¡¯m taking you to the hospital¡±

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    Lizetta was lifted into his arms, the deep,manding tone of the stranger echoing in her ears.

    It was a voice ustomed to being obeyed, reminiscent of someone she knew Remington, perhaps?

    Instinctively, Lizetta followed his direction, breathing deeply as Jerome carried her to the back seat of

    the car, opening the door to let her in.

    Hamilton, seeing Jerome with a woman in his arms, shuffled to make room.

    ¡°Is she hurt? What happened?¡±

    He asked, as Jerome gently ced Lizetta down, instructing him.

    ¡°She¡¯s havingplications with the pregnancy, take care of her.¡±

    With that, Jerome shut the door and moved to the driver¡¯s seat.

    Hamilton was flustered. ¡°What? A pregnant woman? Jerome, you should drive. I can¡¯t handle this. I

    was saving my first aid skills for my dream girl.

    His protests were cut short as Lizetta, who had been silent, leaned back, revealing her pale face.

    ¡°Your dream gin?¡±

    Hamilton was speechless, his eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.

    ¡°Miss, how did this happen? I mean, no offense.¡±

    Hamilton was at a loss for words.

    He didn¡¯t know whether to ask Lizetta what had happened, where she felt pain, or if the father was the

    man from the amusement park they visitedst time.

    Or perhaps, he should take a moment to mourn the premature end of his own unstarted love story.

    Lizetta still pain, was too worried about her baby to respond to Hamilton.¡±

    In desperation, Hamilton nudged Jerome. ¡°Dude, what do we do? She looks in so much pain!¡±

    ¡°Just keep her doing deep breaths and wipe her sweat¡±

    ¡°Drive faster!

    Hamilton urged, grabbing a tissue to dab at Lizetta¡¯s forehead, trying tofort her.

    ¡°Miss, just rx. Breathe in with me, and out.¡±

    They arrived at the hospital quickly, and Lizetta was rushed into the emergency room.

    Outside, Hamilton paced back and forth anxiously.

    Jerome, observing his worried demeanor, raised an eyebrow and asked, ¡°Is she the girl you were

    talking about? The one you wanted to bring home?¡±

    Hamilton had bragged about a girl he liked at a family dinner not long ago, hinting he might bring her

    home next time.

    From the looks of it, this was the girl.

    Hamilton nodded, disheartened.

    Jerome pped him on the shoulder. ¡°Look at you, bing a dad at twenty?¡±

    ¡°What are you talking about? it¡¯s not my kid!¡±

    Jerome¡¯s expression softened at his protest, then teased, ¡°Even better, you¡¯re ready to y daddy at

    twenty.¡±

    Hamilton was speechless.

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    Just then, the doctor came out, asking, ¡°Who¡¯s the husband of the pregnantdy?¡±

    His eyes scanned the two men, setting on Jerme, the older and seemingly more responsible.

    Before Jerome could spend, he pushed Hamilton forward.

    The doctor immediately directed Hamilton, ¡°Come with me¡±

    Hamilton, shoving a small purse into Jerome¡¯s hands, followed the doctor into the emergency room.

    As he left the purse began to ring incessantly.

    Jerome, with no choice, opened it and took out the phone.

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    Jerome hesitated for a moment before deciding to disconnect the call

    After all, picking up someone else¡¯s call without a second thought wasn¡¯t exactly polite¨Cit was best not

    to stir up anymore misunderstandings

    On the other end of the line, Remington stared at the disconnected call, a crease forming between his

    brows.

    He was standing at the end of the hospitalidor, in front of a window that offered a clear view of the

    emergency department

    entrance

    Just moments ago, he thought he saw a familiar figure being cared into the emergency room by

    another man

    Why wasn¡¯t she answering her phone?

    As Remington was about to call again, a woman¡¯s voicee from behind him.

    ¡°Remington, my mom¡¯s awake. She asked me toe and get you¡±

    Hearing this, Remington turned around, nodded at the woman, and pocketed his phone.

    He then made his way toward the ward,

    Lizetta was supposed to be at the family mansion, how could she be the one rushed to the emergency

    room?

    Ignonng his call must be her way of showing she was upset he missed their lunch date.

    Just like when they were kids, she hardly ever lost her temper with anyone

    But she always managed to throw a little fit at him from time to time, yet she was so easy to appease

    With these thoughts, a soft smile spread across Remington¡¯s face.

    He pushed open the ward door, and the smile gradually faded away.

    In the ER, Lizettay on the hospital bed, her face pale, though she looked calm, albeit incredibly

    weak.

    ¡°The expectant mother experienced acute abdominal pain due to extreme emotional distress and

    panic, leading to an autonomic dysfunction that caused gastrointestinal spasms. It¡¯s nothing serious,¡±

    the doctor exined.

    Lizetta forced a bitter smile with her pale lips.

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    No matter how much she tried to convince herself not to believe Evelina¡¯s one¨Csided story, the fear and

    hurt Evelina¡¯s words had caused were physically manifesting, something she couldn¡¯t simply ignore.

    To think that loving someone deeply could affect her to this extent.

    But the taste of this love had be too bitter, she no longer wished to be swayed by his every mood.

    ¡°As she¡¯s pregnant, it¡¯s best to avoid medication. Come here, I¡¯ll show you how to alleviate her pain,¡±

    the doctor instructed Hamilton.

    Hamilton eagerly stepped forward. ¡°Where should I press?¡±

    As the doctor exined, Hamilton paid close attention, nodding along

    The doctorplimented him, ¡°You really care for your wife, don¡¯t you? Try not to upset her too much.

    Pregnant women are naturally sensitive; another episode like this could lead to seriousplications¡±

    Just as Lizetta was about to rify, Hamilton extended his hand in a promise.

    ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dare. Thank you so much.¡±

    He then winked at Lizetta, who decided not to offer any further exnation.

    ¡°All night, help her to the temporary ward to rest. She can leave once she¡¯s feeling better¡± the doctor

    said before leaving.

    Lizetta managed to sit up with some effort.

    ¡°Hamilton, thank you for today. I¡¯m feeling much better.¡±

    Hamilton sat down next to Lizetta and took her hand, massaging the pressure points as the doctor had

    shown him.

    ¡°Girl, what happened to you? Next time, please don¡¯t just run into the street carelessly; it¡¯s too

    dangerous.¡±

    Lizetta nodded with a smile, gently withdrawing her hand.

    1 can do it myself. The man who came with you to the hospital, your brother, please thank him for me

    too!

    She obviously didn¡¯t want to delve into her own issues, so Hamilton, hesitating, decided not to pry

    further

    ¡°He¡¯s my cousin. He¡¯s waiting outside. Let me help you; you see, you don¡¯t have the strength.¡±

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    As Lizetta attempted to press on the pressure points herself, her fingers felt weak and ineffectual.

    Hamilton took her hand again, resuming the massage.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but watch his hands, Hamilton¡¯s hands were handsome¨Clong fingers, a sense of

    bone nails showing a healthy pink hue.

    neatly trimmed

    Yet, her thoughts drifted to another pair of hands, equally handsome, each fingernail adomed with a

    beautiful half¨Cmoon.

    Just as slender, but Hamilton¡¯s hands still carried a youthful leanness,cking the broad, powerful palm

    of a man, which could offer a sense of security making her want to be held and embraced..

    But when she needed it the most, those hands were never there to hold hers.

    At that moment, Lizetta¡¯s eyes grew moist, nearly letting the tears fall again.

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    Lizetta watched them walking side by side, and for a moment, everything seemed eerily familiar.

    It was as if she was witnessing the scene from their anniversary night all over again, where Remington

    huke Evelina to the emergency room.

    The resemnce was uncanny.

    A wave of sorrow and exhaustion swept over her, causing her fingers to tremble slightly as they

    clutched her phone.

    She stared at the man but didn¡¯t approach him, instead, she found herself hiding behind a nearby tree.

    Remington must have felt the vibration from his phone because he took it out and swiped the screen.

    Lizetta¡¯s ears perked up as Remington¡¯s deep, familiar voice came through

    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you pick up just now?¡±

    He asked, without using any particr form of address.

    Was it because Ste was there, and he didn¡¯t know how to refer to Lizetta in her presence?

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but wonder

    She tightened her grip on her phone and asked him, ¡°Remington, where are you? Why didn¡¯t youe

    home for lunch?

    Lizetta thought, if Remington was upfront about being with Ste, then she wouldn¡¯t have to believe

    Evelina¡¯s rumors.

    She woulde out and formally introduce herself to Ste, to clear the air

    But if Remington continued to keep secrets.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t even have time to ponder what it meant if he was hiding something, or how she should

    react, when she heard Remington¡¯s cool voice again.

    ¡°Got caught up with work, about to head into a meeting, what¡¯s up?¡±

    Lizetta watched from a distance as he walked with Ste, When Ste was distracted by her phone and

    missed a step, Remington naturally reached out to steady her.

    Ste looked up and thanked him with a smile.

    Her voice was soft and sweet, filtering through the phone speaker into Lizetta¡¯s ears.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t bear to watch any longer. She tumed away, her voice hoarse.

    is someone with y you, Remington?¡±

    ¡°Yeah, did you eat the rose cupcakes and sugar¨Czed cheesecake I had delivered from Blissful Bites

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    this

    noon?¡±

    He answered casually, not mentioning Ste¡¯s presence or offering any exnations

    Instead, he diverted the topic to Blissful Bites¡® pastries, a clear evasion,

    ey don¡¯t forget

    Lizetta knew that men who cheat are adept at lying, their hearts seemingly capable of being in several

    ces at once. They to show care for their wives at home while apanying their lovers, using these

    gestures of concern as smoke screens. Wives, in their naivety, might believe that their husbands are

    just busy with work.

    But Lizetta couldn¡¯t believe that Remington would stoop to such clich¨¦s!

    How could he deceive and manipte her like this!

    Perhaps sensing her silence, Remington added, ¡°I personally went to Blissful Bites to get those

    pastries for youst time, but you didn¡¯t get to try them because of the incident with Iris March. Today, I

    sent Cedric If you liked them, we could get more next time.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing grew heavy. Thest time Remington went to Blissful Bites for her, he ended up

    getting stabbed by Iris, ruining the pastnes

    Was he bringing this up to move her?

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    ¡°So, the pastries from Blissful Bites are your way of apologizing for standing me up?¡±

    Spending time with another woman, then thinking a box of pastries would suffice as an apology.

    Should she be grateful that he still remembered he had a wife waiting at home?

    ¡°You can think of it that way if you like. I¡¯ve got to head into a meeting now, take care.¡±

    His voice cored a hint of amusement, which to Lizetta, felt like a p in the face.

    Remington hung up, and Lizetta, still clutching her phone, turned around.

    By then, Remington and Ste were nowhere in sight.

    Lizetta sat down on a nearby bench, lifting her head to prevent her tears from falling.

    Yet, some suppressed, fragmented sobs still managed to escape her throat.

    Across the way, in the hospital parking lot, Remington had already made it to his Bentley, where the

    driver was holding the door open for him.

    Turning back to Ste, he said, ¡°I leave the hospital matters in your hands.¡±

    Ste nodded with a light smile, ¡°I¡¯ve got everything noted, don¡¯t worry.¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t linger, stepping into the car.

    Inside, Cedric was ready, handing over a tablet, ¡°We¡¯ve prepared three contingency ns for you to

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    Lizette sat on the park bench for what seemed like en eternity before finally pulling out the business

    card and dialing Jerome¡¯s number. ¡°Me Madden? It¡¯s Lizetta, about the dance troupe, I¡¯ve thought it

    over, and I want to give it a try

    On the other end, Jerome raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with surprise.

    Ms. Gardenia, you¡¯re mon decisive than I anticipated.¡±

    The way Lizetta had been acting, it was clear she¡¯d been through a rough patch emotionally, knocked

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    At the prime of her life, she¡¯d chosen to give up her career and future to marry that man.

    Clearly, she was head over heels for him.

    It wasn¡¯t hard to guess that she¡¯d spent four years in a rtionship and marriage, four years that could

    havepletely derailed a woman¡¯s ambitions

    Many women might never recover, opting instead to continue living infort without ambition.

    When Jerome had offered her the business card, he hadn¡¯t been optimistic about Lizetta¡¯s prospects.

    ¡°Your word still holds, right?¡±

    ¡°Of course. Tomorrow at 10 am., at Zion City Theater, I introduce you to our artistic director, Crystal. Be

    prepared, Ms. Gardenia.¡±

    ¡°Thank you,¡± Lizetta exhaled softly, adding, ¡°However, I can only stay with the troupe for three or four

    months. Just so you know, Mr. Madden, I passed Master Dories¡® audition. Once the baby is born next

    year, I¡¯m nning to study abroad. Is that going to be okay?¡±

    Previously. Lizetta had been anxious to go abroad, womed that Remington would find out about her

    pregnancy.

    Now that the baby was no longer a secret, Lizetta felt no rush to leave.

    Dories¡® world tour wouldn¡¯t end until next year, and Lizetta didn¡¯t want to waste the intervening months.

    If she could spend some time with the dance troupe, it would enhance her resume and help her save

    up for living expenses and tuition fees

    ¡°Talk to Crystal about it tomorrow. If she agrees, then it¡¯s no problem.¡±

    After hanging up with Jerome, Lizetta gently touched her belly, whispering, Joy, I¡¯m sorry for neglecting

    you. Were you angry with me, trying to scare me? Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll grow stronger. I promise never to let

    anyone or anything hurt you again.¡±

    That night, Lizetta went to bed early, while Remington hadn¡¯t returned.

    She didn¡¯t know if he woulde back that night.

    Lying in bed, eyes closed, she couldn¡¯t help but imagine scenes of infidelity at Echo Ridge Vi,

    wondering if she¡¯d be able to sleep. Surprisingly, she drifted off.

    Until she felt the bed dip behind her and a pair of arms gently wrap around her waist, carefully

    embracing her.

    Lizetta instantly woke up but remained still

    ¡°Did I wake you?¡±

    She tensed up in his arms, a reaction Remington couldn¡¯t help but notice.

    His voice, low and familiar, came from behind her, his lips barely touching her ear after a shower, ¡°I¡¯m

    sorry foring backte. Go back to sleep.¡±

    Lizetta opened her eyes, her gaze cold and clear.

    ¡°Where were you?¡± she asked.

    Remington pulled her closer, his voice soothing. ¡°Nowhere much. I got caught up with work.¡±

    A bitter smile yed on Liz¡¯s lips.

    She wanted to believe him, but trust, once cracked, allows the shadows of doubt to creep in, upying

    the heart.

    She suddenly broke free from his arms, turning to face him.

    In the darkness, she stared into his stem face and slowly began, ¡°I heard something ridiculous today. I

    wonder if it¡¯s true.¡±

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    In the hospital, Lizetta spotted him walking with Ste and couldn¡¯t muster the courage to step forward,

    opting Instead to test the

    The oue left her heartbroken.

    In the darkness, Lizetta found the courge to believe in him once more, to ask him directly and clear the

    alr

    However, Remington didn¡¯t respond to her words. Instead, he simply pulled her into an embrace, his

    voice muffled or he said, ¡°Let¡¯s talk tomorrow, sleep now.¡±

    Locking at his tightly shut eyes and indifferent demeanor, Lizetin felt the words stuck in her throat

    Perhaps he was channeling his energy into another woman, bing dismissive towards his wife

    upon returning home. Or maybe he was preemptively avoiding the question, knowing what she wanted

    to ask.

    Which one was it with Remington, or was it both?

    Lizetta used to love being in Remington¡¯s embrace, but now, lying in his arms, listening to his steady

    heartbeat, and smelling his familiar scent, she felt like he was a dangerous poison she wanted to flee

    from.

    She wriggled out of his embrace, tumed over, and faced away from Remington.

    The man behind her also tumed to lie on his side, creating distance between them,

    In the same bed, their backs to each other, their dreams diverged.

    Although it was she who had distanced herself, Lizetta felt an indescribable ache, her eyes slowly

    moistening.

    Lizetta struggled to fall asleep that night, and it was 1

    the rm that woke her up the next day.

    Jerome had promised to introduce her to a dance troupe, so Lizetta had to get up early to prepare.

    No sooner had her phone rung than she attempted to sit up, elbowing not the mattress but the solid

    abdomen of the man beside her

    A muffled groan came from behind het freezing Lizetta in ce.

    ¡°Liz, trying to murder your husband first thing in the morning?

    Remington¡¯s voice was hoarse, tickling her ear, making her neck shiver in avoidance.

    She clearly remembered they had slept back to back, far apart, yet they were now clinging closely, his

    embrace tight around her,

    ¡°Did I hit your wound?¡± Lizetta frowned.

    Remington hurmmed lowly, not loosening his grip. His chin rubbed against the top of her head as he

    sleepily said, ¡°Stay with me a bit longer

    It was rare for him to linger in bed, but recent events, including a threat of divorce and his injury,

    coupled with a heavy workload, had taken their toll on his sleep

    Last night, when he was holding her, her subtle fragrance was exceptionally calming.

    Lizetta felt doomed to interpret his voice and actions as signs of attachment.

    Biting her lip for rity, she managed to extricate Remington¡¯s arm and sat up, saying, ¡°I have

    important things to do today, I need to get up. You should sleep.¡±

    The warmth beside him vanished, and thefort of the bed seemed less inviting without her,

    Remington opened his eyes and sat up, catching her wrist.

    ¡°Leaving after giving me an injury?¡±

    Lizetta, unable to leave the bed, turned to follow his gesture and saw spots of red on the bandage

    beneath his silk pajama top

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    Realizing she had actually hit his wound, she hurriedly said, ¡°Stay put, I¡¯ll get the medicine.¡±

    Returning with the first aid kit, she found Remington had discarded his pajama top for dress pants,

    standing bare chested in the sunlight, his allure undeniably raw as he unwrapped the bandage around

    his walet.

    Lizetta averted her gaze, quickly approaching to say, ¡°You sit, fil help.¡±

    Remington dly epted her care, sitting at the edge of the bed.

    Lizetta bent down to remove the bandage from his waist, examining the wound closely.

    ¡°It¡¯s a bit red and bleeding, but healing nicely. Some parts have already scabbed over. Don¡¯t move; I¡¯ll

    disinfect and apply new medication, it might sting¡±

    As she spoke and applied the iodine, the sting caused Remington¡¯s muscles to tense, his abs sharply

    defined in response.

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    Lizetta couldn¡¯t care less about the view, her attention was foxed on the faint scars across his abdomen

    and chest.

    The words Evelina had whispered to her echoed in her mind again,

    She had said that every scar on Remington¡¯s body was a testament to his search for Ste

    For each sear, Remington had risked his life for Ste.

    ¡°Turned on, huh?¡±

    His voice, low and tinged with amusement, suddenly broke the silence, making Lizetta realize she had

    been staring at the scar peeking just above his belt line for far too long.

    She had lingered too long on it.

    And clearly, he had misunderstood her gaze, as his tailored pants seemed to tighten.

    Lizetta quickly averted her gaze, about to shake her head in denial when his hand captured her chin.

    He wrapped an arm around her waist, his legs parting to pull Lizetta closer and scaled her lips with his.

    Trapped between his legs, Lizetta found herself overwhelmed by his demanding kiss, his desire

    pressing insistently against her.

    Before she could react, he leaned back against the headboard, pulling her onto the bed and forcing her

    legs to straddle his muscr thighs.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t want this, her mind elsewhere.

    She ced her hands against his chest, turning her head to mutter brokenly, ¡°Stop. Ah, your injuries.¡±

    Remington ceased his kisses, guiding her hand to the zipper of his pants with a light chuckle.

    ¡°Well, I¡¯m wounded. So, Mrs. Dashiell, if you want it, you¡¯ll have toe and get it yourself¡±

    Lizetta curled her fingers inward, but he took it as shyness, kissing her burning earlobe and whispering

    seductively.

    ¡°Go ahead, release him.¡±

    Her ears burning, Lizetta forcefully withdmw her hand.

    Shaking her head, she said, ¡°Stop it, I didn¡¯t mean that. You haven¡¯t even bandaged your wounds

    properly. Plus, I really do have other things to handle today.¡±

    She pushed him away and jumped off the bed to grab some bandages.

    Moving quickly, Lizetta started wrapping his wounds, then moved behind him to tie a knot.

    His back bore more scars.

    After securing the bandage, she knelt behind him, her fingers lightly tracing the scars crisscrossing his

    back, and asked again.

    ¡°Remi, did you get these in Celestia?¡±

    ¡°Feeling sorry for me? Remington reached for his shirt.

    He was about to get dressed.

    He was avoiding the topic, trying to hide his scars again.

    Lizetta ced a hand on his shoulder, halting his movement, her gentle fingertips tracing the scars on

    his back, sending shivers through him.

    ¡°Remi, can¡¯t you tell me how you got these?¡±

    Her voice was soft her breath warm on his skin.

    Remington felt parched, as if her earlier distance was a form of punishment.

    But he found it hard to resist her probing.

    He rasped, ¡°Got them while looking for someone.¡±

    ¡°That person is very important to you??

    ¡°Yeah.¡±

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    ¡°Important enough to risk your life?¡±

    ¡°Yeah.¡±

    One scar, two scars, three scars, four¡­.

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    Each one a medal of his battles for that woman:

    Branded on him, engraved in her eyes, wounding her heart.

    Uzetta counted silently, her throat constricting, unable to go on.

    She suddenly closed her eyes, withdrawing her fingers.

    Her face pale, she no longer had the strength to ask further.

    There was no need to ask; the person he was searching for was indeed Ste.

    Those scars were all for Ste

    But he was rare, with blood that took too long to clot¨Ceach injury could have been fatal.

    Evelina was right; each scar was a testament to how many times he had put his life on the line for

    Ste.

    Uzetta suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrobly.

    She was heartbroken, overwhelmed by jealousy and a sense of powerlessness.

    A deep jealousy.

    An endless feeling of helplessness and despair.

    At this moment, she no longer had the courage to ask him anything directly.

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    Lizetta tried to stifle it but still, the sound of her sobbing leaked through her fingers.

    Remington turned his head and saw her eyes, brimming with tears, and he paused.

    Then, he quickly turned around, wapping her in his arms, ¡°Why the sudden tears?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, unable to speak.

    Seeing her like this, Remington suddenly remembered how, as a little girl, she would react in the same

    way.

    henever he got a bruise or a scrape and didn¡¯tin, she would be the first to cry

    He chuckled a bit pulling away Lizetta¡¯s hands from her mouth and kissed her damp checks, coaxing

    her

    ¡°Feeling sorry for me? Liz, are you being a little silly? It¡¯s all healed up and not hurting anymore. There,

    there, no need for tears.¡±

    Lizetta,forted by his gentleness, felt her tears about to break through the dam

    She clenched her fists, trying to hold back, and looked up at him, ¡°You¡¯re right, it¡¯s not worth crying over

    It wasn¡¯t even her pain, so why the tears?

    She thought, ¡°Lizetta, aren¡¯t you being ridiculous?¡±

    Remington felt something was off with her, but before he could probe further, his phone rang.

    He nced at the phone on the table, his expression changing slightly before he let go of Lizetta and

    picked up the call,

    ¡°Alright, I got it. I¡¯m on my way now.¡±

    After hanging up, Remington tumed to Lizetta with a helpless expression, ¡°I gotta head out. Stop

    crying, you¡¯re acting like a child.¡±

    Saying so, he patted Lizetta¡¯s head and left before she could respond.

    Lizetta¡¯s tears were still not dry, and she didn¡¯t feelforted, only sensing his impatience and

    perfunctory attitude.

    She raised her hand, gently wiping her face clean.

    Downstairs, the sound of a car driving away could be heard, and Lizetta sat there, dazed, until her

    phone too rang

    It was Ynda calling. Lizetta picked up.

    ¡°Choosing love over friendship, huh? Have you forgotten about our dinner ns with Jenny because

    you¡¯re too caught up with Remington?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s lively voice came through, and Lizetta opened her mouth, ¡°Yoli, I think I might give up on

    him.¡±

    Silence fell on the other end of the line.

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    After a moment, Ynda¡¯s voice grew louder, furious, ¡°I knew it, that jerk Remington can¡¯t change his

    ways! Did he get tangled up with that witch Evelina again?¡±

    ¡°It might be more serious this time.¡± Lizetta said with a bitter smile, and then she actuallyughed.

    But thatugh was worse than crying, filled with absurdity.

    Yoli,

    you know? Remington might have had a childhood sweetheart he¡¯s liked for two or three decades, and

    now she¡¯s back.¡±

    ¡°Wait, two or three decades? He liked her since he was in the womb?¡± Ynda was confused.

    Lizetta briefly shared with Ynda what Evelina had told her

    It felt like a boulder was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

    ¡°Liz, Evelina¡¯s mouth is like a sewer, never saying anything nice. She¡¯s the queen of exaggeration.

    ording to her, Ste disappeared when she was just twelve. What does a twelve¨Cyear-old kid know

    about love? If Remington has been pining for Ste all these years, you would¡¯ve noticed something,

    night? You haven¡¯t noticed anything in all these years, maybe you¡¯re overthinking.¡±

    Ynda tried to console Lizetta, not that she was taking Remington¡¯s side, but even through the phone,

    Ynda could feel Lizetta¡¯s crumbling emotions.

    She felt sorry for her.

    But after she finished, she didn¡¯t hear Lizetta speak, and a chill went down Ynda¡¯s spine.

    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me I hit the nail on the head, and you actually remembered something?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing became erratic, indeed, she remembered something

    It was when she was ten, back when she and Remington hadn¡¯t started sleeping in separate rooms.

    09:20

    Lizetta tried to stifle it, but still, the sound of her sobbing leaked through her fingers. Remington tumed

    his head and saw her eyes, brimming with tears, and he paused. Then, he quickly turmed around,

    wapping her in his arms, ¡°Why the sudden tears?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, unable to speak.

    Seeing her like this, Remington suddenly remembered how as a little girl, she would react in the same

    way.

    Whenever he got a bruise or a scrape and didn¡¯tin, she would be the first to cry.

    He chuckled a bit, pulling away Lizetta¡¯s hands from her mouth and kissed her damp cheeks, coaxing

    her.

    ¡°Feeling sorry for me? Liz, are you being a little silly? It¡¯s all healed up and not hurting anymore. There,

    there, no need for tears.¡±

    Lizetta,forted by his gentleness, felt her tears about to break through the dam.

    She clenched her fists, trying to hold back, and looked up at him, ¡°You¡¯re right, it¡¯s not worth crying

    over!¡±

    it wasn¡¯t even her pain, so why the tears?

    She thought, ¡°Lizetta, arent you being ridiculous?¡±

    Remington felt something was off with het but before he could probe further, his phone rang.

    He nced at the phone on the table, his expression changing slightly before he let go of Lizetta and

    picked up the call.

    ¡°Alright, I got it. I¡¯m on my way now¡±

    After hanging up, Remington turned to Lizetta with a helpless expression, ¡°I gotta head out. Stop

    crying, you¡¯re acting like a child.¡±

    Saying so, he patted Lizetta¡¯s head and left before she could respond.

    Lizetta¡¯s tears were still not dry, and she didn¡¯t feelforted, only sensing his impatience and

    perfunctory attitude.

    She raised her hand, gently wiping her face clean.

    Downstairs, the sound of a car driving away could be heard, and Lizetta sat there, dazed, until her

    phone too rang.

    It was Ynda calling. Lizetta picked up.

    in with

    ¡°Choosing love over friendship, huh? Have you forgotten about our dinner ns with Jenny because

    you¡¯re too caught up Remington?¡±

    Ynda¡¯s lively

    lively voice

    came through, and Lizetta opened her mouth, ¡°Yoli, I think I might give up on him.¡±

    Silence fell on the other end of the line.

    After a moment, Ynda¡¯s voice grew louder, furious, ¡°I knew it, that jerk Remington can¡¯t change his

    ways! Did he get tangled up with that witch Evelina again?¡±

    ¡°It might be more serious this time¡± Lizetta said with a bitter smile, and then she actuallyughed.

    But thatugh was worse than crying, filled with absurdity.

    ¡°Yoli, you know? Remington might have had a childhood sweetheart he¡¯s liked for two or three

    decades, and now she¡¯s back.¡±

    ¡°Wait, two or three decades? He liked her since he was in the womb?¡± Ynda was confused

    Lizetta briefly shared with Ynda what Evelina had told her

    It felt like a boulder was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe

    ¡°Liz, Evelina¡¯s mouth is like a sewer, never saying anything nice. She¡¯s the queen of exaggeration.

    ording to her, Ste disappeared when she was just twelve. What does a twelve¨Cyear¨Cold kid know

    about love? If Remington has been pining for Ste all these years, you would¡¯ve noticed something,

    right? You haven¡¯t noticed anything in all these years, maybe you¡¯re overthinking.¡±

    Ynda tried to console Lizetta, not that she was taking Remington¡¯s side, but even through the phone,

    Ynda could feel Lizetta¡¯s crumbling emotions.

    She felt sorry for her.

    But after she finished, she didn¡¯t hear, Lizetta speak, and a chill went down Ynda¡¯s spine.

    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me I hit the nail on the head, and you actually remembered something?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s breathing became erratic; indeed, she remembered something.

    It was when she was ten, back when she and Remington hadn¡¯t started sleeping in separate rooms.

    09:29

    Once, she couldn¡¯t find something and was searching everywhere, eventually finding a small wooden

    box in the top of Remington¡¯s

    wardrobe.

    Curious, she opened it, but before she could see what was inside, Remington got furious and snatched

    it away.

    By that time, he was already very fond of her.

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    His room was also considered her mom, and he allowed her to rummage through it at will.

    But that time, he was genuinely angry, scaring her, and she never touched that box again.

    A memory she had forgotten suddenly became clear.

    Lizetta had a premonition that the box might also be rted to Ste.

    ¡°Yoli, don¡¯t hang up, stay with me.¡±

    Shecked a bit of courge.

    ¡°Sure, don¡¯t be scared, I¡¯m right here.¡±

    Lizetta opened the wardrobe, and the box was indeed still there

    She ced the phone aside, took out the box, and opened it. What caught her eye first were shiny

    crystal hair clips, the kind little girls would love, along with yellowedic books, a small doll, a snow

    globe.

    Clearly, they were all Ste¡¯s belongings, preserved by Remington here.

    He didn¡¯t let others touch these, but neither the box nor its contents had any dust.

    He must have been personally cleaning and opening it regrly.

    Lastly, Lizetta picked up an album, flipping it open to see a picture of two toddlers sitting together,

    wearing birthday hats and making wishes over a cake¨Can old photo that came into view.

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    Lizetta couldn¡¯t help but recognize the boy in the suit, looking sharp and polished in the photo that was

    definitely Remington.

    And the little girl, no question about it, was Ste

    As she flipped through the pages, they seemed to grow older right before her eyes.

    From babies to a young boy and girl.

    And in thatst birthday photo, the young boy and girl were dressed up like a bride and groom.

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    They were both mounted on a majestic horse, smiling brightly at the camera.

    Twelve¨Cyear¨Cold Remington, with a joy in his smile Lizette had never seen before, like a child in pure

    bliss.

    She couldn¡¯t hold back her sobs anymore, mming the photo album slut and pushing it back to the

    bottom of the bor

    ¡°Liz? What¡¯s wrong? Don¡¯t scare me like that.¡±

    Ynda, hearing the choked sobs, asked loudly with concem.

    Lizetta, in a panic, tried to close the box as if she had opened Pandora¡¯s box itself.

    But a few orange candy wrappers fell out making her pause.

    It was the wrapper of an orange candy.

    She let out augh, ¡°Yoli, even my favorite candy from my brother, the orange candy, was also Ste¡¯s

    favorite.¡±

    Holding the wrapper Lizetta¡¯s tears fell relentlessly.

    She remembered, once upon a time, Quentin had also given her an orange candy.

    Tums out, whether it was Remington or Quentin, the candies they held belonged to Ste.

    ¡°There, there, don¡¯t cry. Joy will worry about her mom,¡± Ynda tried tofort Lizetta softly.

    Lizetta wiped her tears and put the box back exactly as it was.

    She closed the cab, her face cold and impassive.

    Picking up her phone, she said clearly, ¡°Yoli, in just over a day, I feel like I¡¯ve witnessed Remington¡¯s

    deep love for Ste. They were childhood sweethearts, promised to each other since birth. He lost her

    and never gave up looking for sixteen years. What am I? Maybe Just like Evelina said, I¡¯m just Ste¡¯s

    stand¨Cin. Is it pitiful? Before I was six, they said I owed Evelina, after eight, I owed Ste? Amr really

    just meant to be a Gardenia family daughter, beaten to death by Hans? Why do I owe everyone just for

    breathing? It¡¯s so funny!¡±

    Ynda¡¯s heart clenched listening to her, she knew too well what Remington¡¯s presence meant for

    Lizetta.

    Lizetta received so little love, cherished by Granny Rachel but she passed away too soon.

    At six, she was abandoned by her parents, and life in the Gardenia family was even worse.

    Though Thaddeus protected his sister, he couldn¡¯t afford to keep her and sent her to the Dashiell

    family.

    That was when Remington became Lizetta¡¯s salvation, her light

    Lizetta always thought Remington was the only one who never abandoned her, who gave her a home

    and warmth, simply because she was herself.

    But now, Lizetta discovered that Remington¡¯s care was mixed with so much else. This truth was too

    cruel for her.

    Unable to bear it, Ynda said hoarsely, ¡°Liz, maybe there¡¯s some misunderstanding, it¡¯s not like that.

    Even if Remington liked his childhood sweetheart back then, he must have moved on after so many

    years.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, smiling with certainty, ¡°No, Yoli. I¡¯ve never been so clear¨Cheaded. He hasn¡¯t

    moved on! If he had, he wouldn¡¯t keep hiding it from me! if he had, he wouldn¡¯t care/so much about the

    West family¡¯s affairs, he¡¯s even closer and more respectful to Barbara than to Hanna, he¡¯s been

    desperately searching for Ste all these years. I¡¯m the spare one!¡±

    Hearing Lizetta speak like that, Ynda was at a loss for words.

    ¡°Liz¡±

    ¡°Yoli, I¡¯m fine. I just find myself ridiculous. All this time, as I tried to catch up to him, to grow up, he

    already had a deep love in his life. Knowing he didn¡¯t like Evelina, I was d I met him early enough,

    that no one could be earlier, that if his heart was empty, it would surely be me who filled it. But how

    could I know, I was thete one, fourteen years toote.

    ¡°Uz, please stop!¡± Ynda¡¯s heart was breaking.

    But Lizetta was still smiling, tears falling as she did.

    ¡°Yoll, I always thought if I tried hard enough, I could upy his heart as his wife, but it¡¯s useless.

    Loving him is so exhausting. Yoli, I

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    Lizetta descended the stairs, where the maid had prepared breakfast

    She took a sip of milk and asked, ¡°Is Granny not home?¡±

    ¡°Two years ago, Mrs Fiona went to St. Mary¡¯s Chapel to pray for you and Mr. Dashiell¡¯s happiness and

    for you to have a child soon. Now that you and Mr. Dashiell have reconciled, and you are expecting,

    Mrs. Fiona went early this morning with Tina to fulfill her vow. The cherry blossoms at St. Mary¡¯s are

    about to bloom, and she ns to stay in the hills for a few days¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s grin on her cup tightened.

    It seemed Fiona would be celebrating too soon.

    After breakfast as Lizetta was about to leave, Hanna came in with Wilma.

    ¡°Liz, I made you a stew. Have it while it¡¯s hot

    At Hanna¡¯s signal, Wilma opened the thermos she had brought,dled out a bowl of stew, and ced it

    in front of Lizetta.

    Lizetta looked up, ¡°I¡¯m full already.¡±

    Hanna frowned, ¡°It¡¯s just a bowl of stew, you can eat it You¡¯re pregnant now, you can¡¯t keep a tiny

    stomach to maintain your figure like before! Drink up.¡±

    Hanna pushed the bowl of stew into Lizetta¡¯s hands, urging her

    The stew, filled with meat egg, vegetables, and beans, didn¡¯t look appetizing, and it tasted off.

    Lizetta knew Hanna meant well for her unborn baby.

    The stew wasn¡¯t poisoned, but she was already full, and she had a dance rehearsal soon. Eating too

    much would make it ufortable

    She put down the bowl. ¡°Sorry, I really can¡¯t eat anymore, I¡¯m in a hurry to leave.¡±

    Hanna wouldn¡¯t give up, ¡°Block her! She¡¯s not leaving until she drinks this stew today!¡±

    Wilma immediately stepped in front of Lizetta, ¡°Mrs. Dashiell, you¡¯re being unreasonable. Madam made

    this with love early in the moming, how can you dismiss her effort?¡±

    When Remington was abroad, Hanna was always keen on making Lizetta drink various concoctions

    and stews, which were quite bothersome.

    Lizetta was pressed for time, and arguing would only dy her further,

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    She pursed her lips, picked up the bowl, and began to drink.

    Hanna¡¯s expression softened, ¡°I took special care in selecting the ingredients, make sure to eat them

    all ¡±

    Lizetta stirred the stew and fished out something odd.

    ¡°What¡¯s this?¡±

    It looked wrinkly like a mushroom, but it was clearly meat.

    ¡°It¡¯s centa, Mrs. Fiona went through a lot of trouble to get it. They say it¡¯s more effective when fresh¡±

    Fresh centa?

    Lizetta felt a wave of nausea, and before Wilma could finish, she rushed to the trash can, vomiting

    violently.

    ¡°Oh no, why did she throw up everything?! Wilma panicked.

    Hanna¡¯s face darkened, signaling Wilma todle another bowl.

    Lizetta vomited until she was empty, but the hausea persisted.

    She stood up, and another bowl of stew was presented to her.

    ¡°Get that away from me!¡± Lizetta pushed if away forcefully.

    The bowl crashed to the floor, shattering.

    Hanna was furious, ¡°Lizetta, they say like cures like I¡¯m trying to help you heal, don¡¯t be ungrateful! I¡¯ll

    bring this stew every day, and you have to finish it.¡±

    Lizetta wiped her mouth with a tissue, flinging it away with a ng.

    The thermos too was knocked to the floor, the stew spilling everywhere.

    Stew sshed on Hanna, who jumped back, ¡°Lizetta!¡±

    09:29

    ¡°Are you trying to heal me? You¡¯re only interested in the centa inside mel Let someone else drink

    this stew. The next time anyone dares bring it in front of me, I¡¯ll dump it on their face!¡±

    Lizetta pushed past Wilma, who had tried to block her way.

    Wilma grabbed her, but Lizetta¡¯s cold re made her retract her hand, ¡°Careful, or you¡¯ll harm the

    golden goose inside me.

    Wilma backed off, and Lizetta left with her bag, Hanna¡¯s angry curses echoing behind her.

    Lizetta quickened her pace towards the door, but then she overheard two bodyguards whispering

    behind a tree

    ¡°Didn¡¯t Ray go on a blind date during his days off? How did that go?¡±

    ¡°No luck. What ordinary woman could catch Ray¡¯s eye?¡±

    ¡°True. If Ray hadn¡¯t been off duty, could Mr. Remington have been so easily hurt by Iris?¡±

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    ¡°It¡¯s all so bizarre,¡± the bodyguardmented, ¡°That woman had been tailing Mr. Remington for days

    before making her move, right when Ray was on vacation. Even without Hay, Mr. Dashiell can handle

    himself. It¡¯s strange that she thought she could take him on.¡±

    Lizetta paused in her tracks, a mocking cold glint shed through her eyes, her heart sinking deeper

    with each thought. It turns out the injury was all an act by Remington.

    How many times had he deceived her?

    With Ste hack, only the baby could make him go to such lengths to keep her around.

    He was just like Hanna, only caring about the child.

    Stepping outside, Ynda was already waiting for her.

    ¡°Liz, you look terrible¡± Yndamented, frowning at the sight of her..

    Lizetta, feeling a weird taste in her mouth, just shook her head and asked, ¡°Got any water?¡±

    Ynda opened the car door, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it over.

    Lizetta walked to the curb to rinse her mouth, Ynda patting her back..

    The sunlight made Lizetta¡¯s pale face appear almost translucent, the fatigue in her eyes hard to hide.

    Ynda remembered how Lizetta had been so full of hope and bright¨Ceyed about Remington just a few

    days ago.

    In just a short time, she looked like a shadow of her former self.

    Ynda, filled with righteous anger, eximed, ¡°That badass Remington, today it¡¯s Evelina, tomorrow

    some childhood sweetheart. With his skills, he shouldn¡¯t even be a CEO. He¡¯d do better as a gigolo,

    changing women and making money, that wouldn¡¯t be beneath him. A man like him, the epitome of all

    jerks, deserves to be forgotten, Liz. You¡¯re right to give up on him!¡±

    After rinsing her mouth, Lizetta felt a bit fresher and nodded at Ynda, Tve been foolish enough this

    once, let¡¯s go.¡±

    Back at the mansion.

    Hanna was fuming, on the phone with Remington in the living room.

    As soon as the call connected, Hanna couldn¡¯t wait to say, ¡°What a wonderful wife you¡¯ve married! I got

    up early to personally make her a nourishing soup and took it to the family mansion. And what did she

    do? She threw the soup and the bowl out the door, made a big scene, and stormed of!!¡±

    Remington had just arrived at the hospital.

    Due to Quentin¡¯s issue, Barbarn¡¯s health had suddenly deteriorated, and she was not doing well these

    past few days

    Hearing Hanna¡¯sint, Remington turned gloomy slightly, his voice filled with imitation as he

    spoke.

    ¡°Then don¡¯t bother making soup a

    anymore. We have plenty of servants at the mansion to take care of her.¡±

    Hanna expected him to scold Lizetta but was shocked to hear such a nonchnt response, infuriating

    her even more.

    ¡°Remington, what do you mean by that? As a mother¨Cinw, it¡¯s wrong for me to Lizetta dared to

    openly defy me, because she knows she has your support, right?¡±

    care for

    my pregnant daughter¨Cinw? No wonder

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    Remington frowned, ¡°Mother, I know Liz well. If you don¡¯t provoke her, she wouldn¡¯tsh out for no

    reason. Her mood during pregnancy Ts important. Please, stay away from the mansion if it¡¯s not

    necessary.¡±

    Hanna was incredulous, her anger rising, but the line went dead on the other side.

    Remington hung up on Hanna and immediately dialed Lizetta¡¯s number.

    At that moment, Lizetta was discussing a dance rehearsal with Ynda.

    Ynda was concerned about Lizetta¡¯s well¨Cbeing during pregnancy

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Lizetta assured, Tm not the only professional dancer to keep dancing during pregnancy. I

    know my limits. If it gets too much, Joy is my priority, and ill take care.¡±

    As the phone rang, Lizetta, still chatting, with Ynda, answered without looking.

    ¡°Did you have a conflict with Mom?¡± came Remington¡¯s cool voice unexpectedly.

    Lizetta¡¯s smile faded, her lips curling with a touch of sarcasm, ¡°Are you here to interrogate me?¡±

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    Lizetta¡¯s voice through the phone wasced with a chill that was palpable even across the digital

    divide.

    Remington paused, slightly taken aback. ¡°You¡¯ve got it all wrong. I just wanted to rify things¡±

    Lizetta wasn¡¯t surprised that Hanna had gone running to Remington, probably exaggerating the story

    for effect.

    She didn¡¯t bother exining hersell.

    Her voice was cool, detached. ¡°No need to ask me. Whatever your mom says goes.¡±

    Remington¡¯s brows knitted together. Lizetta, don¡¯t be like this.¡±

    A stifledugh escaped Lizetta. ¡°You¡¯re mistaken. A woman throws a fit because she wants to be

    coddled. Is throwing a fit with you ever productive? Besides, only those who fear losing each other fuss

    and fight.¡±

    If she was ready to walk away, there¡¯d be no tantrums.

    Just a heart gone cold.

    Lizetta was about to end the call when another woman¡¯s voice came through.

    ¡°Remington, did you skip breakfast toe to the hospital? I asked the housekeeper to pack

    something up for you from the hospital cafeteria. It¡¯s not much, but it should tide you over¡±

    Lizetta recognized the voice, even over the phone.

    Truth be told, it was a pleasant, unpretentious voice.

    It was Ste.

    No wonder Remington had rushed out so early, eager to see his childhood friend.

    Perhapsst night¡¯ste return wasn¡¯t due to overtime at the office after all.

    With a self¨Cdeprecating smile, Lizetta didn¡¯t hesitate to end the call,

    In the hospital corridor.

    Remington, phone still in hand, furrowed his brows.

    He couldn¡¯t quite grasp the meaning behind Lizetta¡¯s words, but he sensed something was off about

    her demeanor towards him.

    He turned, signaling the woman behind him to keep quiet, and pressed on.

    ¡°What do you mean by Tosing each other?¡±

    But the line had already gone dead.

    His concem deepened, confirming his suspicion that Lizetta was indeed upset with him.

    He tried calling back, only to be sent straight to voicemail.

    Thinking back on Hanna¡¯s words about Lizetta storming out of the family home in a huff, he reached

    out to Cedric with a task.

    ¡°Find out where my wife went.¡±

    After hanging up, he finally turned around,

    ¡°Sorry, I didn¡¯t realize you were on a call. I hope I didn¡¯t interrupt the woman apologized.

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    Remington¡¯s voice softened, ¡°It was my wife.¡±

    The woman nodded, understanding, Suddenly, Remington asked, ¡°Do pregnant women often get

    moody?¡±

    ¡°Ah?¡± The woman looked surprised.

    Clearly, she hadn¡¯t expected such a question from him

    ¡°Just this morning, my wife was fine. But during our call, she got really angry, and now she¡¯s not

    answering my calls at all.¡±

    The woman paused, thenughed unexpectedly

    ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡± Remington¡¯s brows furrowed.

    Embarrassed, the woman quickly waved it off. ¡°Sorry, I just didn¡¯t expect someone like you to worry

    about these things.¡±

    Remington raised an eyebrow. ¡°And why shouldn¡¯t 17¡±

    The woman nodded, smiling. ¡°You¡¯re right. It was narrow¨Cminded of me. Hormonal changes during

    pregnancy can indeed make emotions run wild, which is why they need extra care and attention.¡±

    They continued their conversation on the way to the ward.

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    At the ward¡¯s entrance, Martin emerged, all smiles, alongside the doctorn.

    After the doctors left, Martin pped Remington on the shoulder ¡°Thanks, Remington. The doctor said

    Barbara¡¯s spirits have been lifted, and her condition has improved. She does look much better today.

    You and Ste should go in and see her¡±

    From a distance, someone was taking several photos of them with their phone

    It was half an hourter when Rensington emerged from the ward

    By then, Cedric was already waiting outside.

    As Remington walked towards the elevator, he inquired, ¡°Did you find her?¡±

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    Cedric tumed to catch up, Ms. Ynda went to the old mansion early this morning to pick up Mrs.

    Dashiell. They went to the Zion City Theater together.

    What¡¯s she doing there? Remington tumed around.

    Cedric shook his head. ¡°Haven¡¯t got the full picture yet, but we should hear something soon.¡±

    Zion City Theater.

    When Lizcita arrived, Jerome was indeed already there, and to her surprise, Hamilton had alsoe to

    join the crowd.

    Seeing her. Hamilton immediately came over, showing concern,

    ¡°Liz, are you feeling better? Can you really dance again? If you¡¯re still recovering, please don¡¯t push

    yourself. Once you¡¯re fully healed, I¡¯l ask Jerome to introduce you to the balletpany. No rush, right,

    Jerome?¡±

    He turned his head to look at Jerome, who gave him a nce.

    1 don¡¯t have time to waste.

    With that, he nodded towards Lizetta, ¡°Let¡¯s go, hope you don¡¯t disappoint me.¡±

    The man strode ahead, his figure tall and decisive.

    Hamilton looked embarrassed, tuming to Lizetta with a sheepish expression.

    ¡°Sorry, Liz, he¡¯s always like that. Don¡¯t take it to heart, okay? Besides, he was directing that at me, so

    don¡¯t be nervous

    Lizetta smiled and nodded, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m not that fragile. I¡¯m very grateful to him for rmending

    me and giving me this opportunity. How could I mind?¡±

    Hamilton smiled and turned to catch up with Jerome.

    Ynda, linking arms with Lizetta, leaned in and whispered.

    ¡°Truth be told, I¡¯ve never seen anyone who can kill the mood quite like Badass Remington, except for

    the CEO of the Madden Group, Remington¡¯s arch¨Cenemy¡±

    Lizetta was surprised. ¡°Arch¨Cenemy?¡±

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    Ynda nodded. ¡°Didn¡¯t you know? Well, in your eyes, Remington is unparalleled. Who could possibly

    be his rival?¡±

    Lizetta was silent

    Indeed, that¡¯s how she used to think. In her heart and eyes, there was no one but Remington.

    ¡°The Madden Group and the Dashiell Group were both real estate tycoons, one in the south and the

    other in the north, each dominating their territory. Remington is the crown prince of the Dashiell family,

    while the Madden Group is ruled by Jerome. Both so young, it¡¯s inevitable they¡¯repared and called

    arch¨Cenemies. But over the years, while Remington has steered the Starlight Group towards tech, new

    energy, and automotive industries, the Madden Group under Jerome¡¯s leadership has heavily invested

    in the cultural and entertainment sectors. It¡¯s almost like they¡¯ve been kings of their own castles.¡±

    Ynda nudged Lizetta with her elbow, whispering. ¡°Why don¡¯t you just sway your hips a bit extra,

    catch Jerome¡¯s heart, and drive Remington mad with jealousy?¡±

    Lizetta was speechless.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±

    ¡°Stop joking around. You should just be a scriptwriter. You¡¯re giving me way too much credit¡±

    But Ynda wasn¡¯t discouraged. Lizetta probably hadn¡¯t seen herself dance properly.

    Her beauty could turn a straight woman gay, and Jerome was far from blind.

    Besides, a CEO like Jerome wouldn¡¯t just hand out his business card or personally vouch for someone

    without a good reason.

    Maybe there was something more to it.

    When Lizetta saw Crystal, Crystal showed her a dance routine and asked Lizetta to give it a try on

    stage.

    After watching the routine twice on Her phone, Lizetta put it away, handed her coat to Ynda, and

    stepped onto the stage.

    Meanwhile, outside the Theater, Remington¡¯s usual Bentley pulled up, and the man stepped out, an air

    of chill about him.

    A staff member quickly approached, saying, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, Mrs. Dashiell and Mc Madden are in the east

    concert hall. Mrs. Dashiell is already on stage for a trial dance. I¡¯ll take you there.¡±

    00:30

    Hewing that Lizetta wat already on stage, Remington forrowed his brows slightly as he strode inside.

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    Crystal was a household name in the dance world, bagging prestigious awards both at home and

    abroad.

    At first, she wasn¡¯t sold on Lizette. After all, a dancer stepping away from the stage for four years is

    usually a career¨Cender.

    Had it not been for Jerome¡¯s personal endorsement, she wouldn¡¯t have bothered.

    So, when Lizetta took the stage, stretching and starting her routine, Crystal was hardly paying

    attention.

    Sure, Lizetta¡¯s moves were graceful, her poise exceptional, but Crystal had seen her fair share of

    talent. Those qualities alone weren¡¯t enough to impress her

    Gradually, though, Crystal found herself leaning in, her gaze lighting up as she followed Lizetta¡¯s every

    move on stage,

    Ynda, watching Crystal and the Madden brothers bepletely captivated by Lizetta, know Lizetta

    had it in the bag.

    Lizetta, shining brightly on stage, had a beauty that struck straight to the soul.

    Ynda pulled out her phone, stepped back to get a good angle, and snapped a photo.

    Just then, a call from Cassius came through

    Ynda hung up, but the phone rang again immediately.

    Handing Lizetta¡¯s coat to Hamilton nearby, she gestured that she was stepping out to take the call,

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    As she left, Lizetta finished her routine, ending in a poised butterfly stance, catching her breath and

    calming her emotions.

    Hamilton, eyes sparkling, shoved the coat at Jerome and dashed onstage with a thermos and a towel,

    acting like the ultimate fanboy.

    ¡°Liz, you were amazing! That part was so powerful, it got my heart racing, feel it!¡±

    Hamilton¡¯s grin was infectious, and even his over¨Cthe¨Ctop gesture didn¡¯t seem off¨Cputting

    Lizettaughed, ¡°You¡¯re exaggerating.¡±

    She took the water bottle from him.

    Downstage, Jerome turned to Crystal

    ¡°What do you think?¡±

    Hearing this. Lizetta paused, standing on stage with her hands tightly holding the water bottle,

    nervously awaiting Crystal¡¯s critique

    No wonder she was nervous. After all, she had been away from the stage for four years.

    Even though she never truly gave up, practicing dance for hours every day, even while working as an

    office assistant at the Starlight Group.

    She had passed Master Dories¡® audition after long preparation, but this time, she had little time to

    prepare, especially in front of a top dancer like Crystal.

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s anxiety, Hamilton also focused his attention.

    With three pairs of eyes on her Crystal felt the pressure but managed to smile and nod, turning to

    Jerome.

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    ¡°Mr. Madden¡¯s rmendation definitely has ment I shouldn¡¯t have doubted.¡±

    Liz! Congrattions, I always knew you were the best!¡±

    Hamilton immediately raised his hand for a high five with Lizetta, who, caught up in the moment, smiled

    and reciprocated.

    ¡°Thank you, Ms Crystal¡± She bowed to Crystal.

    Crystal looked at her with admiration. ¡°You¡¯re a natural dancer. To replicate a dance routine perfectly

    after only watching it twice, and without music, hitting every beat precisely, that¡¯s remarkable. But

    what¡¯s truly special is your unique style and soul in your dance, not just mimicry Your expressiveness

    and ability to captivate are exactly what I¡¯ve been looking for, so,¡±

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    Crystal¡¯s expression was serious yetposed.

    ¡°The dance drama is set to debut next month, Originally, I never thought to cast an actual pregnant

    woman for the role of the expectant mother, but your dancing was sopelling, I couldn¡¯t resist.

    However, are you sure your health can withstand it?¡±

    This was Crystal¡¯s sole concem now.

    Lizetta nodded, her confidence unshaken. ¡°Belly dancer Jennifer from Aurorica danced on stage,

    radiant and eight months pregnant. My baby¡¯s been very cooperative, and I feel like they¡¯re cheering

    me on too. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve got this¡±

    When Lizetta showed her determination, Crystal¡¯s face lit up with a smile. She took a step forward,

    extending her hand toward Lizetta.

    ¡°In that case, Lizetta, wee to the ck Swan Dance Troupe.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes sparkled as she and Crystal shook hands, her gaze as bright as if she had been touched

    by the light of the Starlight Group

    itself.

    After shaking hands with Crystal, Lizetta tumed to Jerome, expressing her gratitude with earnest

    sincerity

    ¡°Mr. Madden, thank you¡±

    Her hair was slightly tousled from dancing, a healthy flush on her cheeks, radiating vitality.

    She resembled the resilient expectant mother she portrayed in her dance, a stark contrast to the first

    time Jerome had seen her.

    Jerome¡¯s deep gaze met hers, offering a subtle nod in acknowledgment.

    When Remington burst through the concert hall doors, what he saw was this very scene.

    Lizetta stood at the edge of the stage, Jerome¡¯s tall figure below, their eyes locked in a moment of

    understanding.

    Lizetta¡¯s smile was bright, with her sidekick Hamilton, an adorable young boy, eagerly watching her.

    Remington couldn¡¯t hide the chill that surrounded him as he strode towards the stage.

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    His voice, cold and firm, echoed as he reached the front of the stage, stretching out his arm.

    Before Lizetta could react, Remington had scooped her off the stage and into his arms, enveloping her

    in his familiar scent, tinged with his barely concealed displeasure.

    Lizetta¡¯s smile faded as she pushed against Remington¡¯s chest, frowning.

    ¡°What are you doing here?¡±

    Looking down at her, Remington noticed the absence of any joy at his arrival. Instead, she was all

    resistance and rejection.

    Moments ago,

    , she had been all smiles for another man, yet now she was as cold as ice towards him.

    A flicker of jealousy darkened Remington¡¯s eyes, his grip tightening around her waist, pulling her closer.

    ¡°Liz,e on¡±

    His tone was yful, yet his gaze and posture spoke volumes of his domineering nature.

    Turning to Jerome, he managed a brief nod.

    ¡°Mr. Madden, I wasn¡¯t aware you hade to Zion City. As hosts, my wife and I would like to invite you

    over for dinner at our ce. We have some matters to attend to at home today, so I¡¯ll be taking my wife

    with me now.¡±

    With a curt nod to Jerome, Remington turned, firmly taking Lizetta with him.

    Lizetta was fuming. It was her life, her decision, her hard¨Cwon opportunity.

    How dare Remington dismiss it all with a single disagreement, making decisions on her behalf!

    She wanted to struggle, to argue, but against his strength, she was powerless, forced to turn with him,

    And to add insult to injury, he even went to far as to cover her mouth as they turned to leave.

    Panic and frustration caused Lizetta to sweat, her reyes stinging with tears, feeling utterly hopeless

    until a figure stepped in front of Remington.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, making decisions on behalf of Mrs. Dashiell without her consent seems rather

    inappropriate, doesn¡¯t it?¡±

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    It was Jerome.

    He stood in front of Remington, his tall figure blocking the way out

    Remington¡¯s eyes were cold as ice, ¡°This is between my wife and me. We¡¯ll discuss it at home. Move¡±

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    His presence was imposing, like a sword of winter, making most people instinctively avoid

    confrontation.

    But Jerome didn¡¯t budge, his eyebrows slightly raised in challenge.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, since you insist on discussing, why not ask Mrs. Dashiell what she thinks right now

    instead of denying her the chance to speak?¡±

    The air between the two men crackled with an invisible tension, both unyielding.

    Lizetta seized the moment to bite Remington¡¯s hand and pushed him away.

    Breathing heavily, she dered, ¡°I want to join the dance troupe

    Remington¡¯s handsome face tumed cold, his gaze fixed on her as he tried to suppress his anger,

    speaking in a softer tone.

    ¡°You¡¯re pregnant, don¡¯t be rash¡±

    He reached out for Lizetta, ¡°If you want to dance, you can do so asionally at home. But joining a

    troupe can wait until Joy is born, okay?¡±

    He tried to grasp Lizetta¡¯s hand, but she stepped back sharply, avoiding his touch.

    She shook her head, determination and coolness in her eyes.

    ¡°This is my decision to make, not yours!¡±

    Lizetta clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling slightly.

    Standing up to Remington, contradicting him, did not bring the satisfaction she had imagined.

    Instead, it felt like a breakup with years of emotions, her face turning pale.

    Remington¡¯s eyes were deep and cold, clearly not expecting her to publicly refute him, disregarding

    even the facade of a marital rtionship.

    He seemed to be encased in ice, extending his hand to her with a faint smile that didn¡¯t reach his eyes.

    ¡°Liz,e here, let¡¯s go home. We can discuss the dance troupeter.¡±

    This was his way ofpromising.

    But Lizetta knew him too well and understood that he was already angry.

    He had already dismissed her wish to join the dance troupe, with his talk of discussion merely a tactic

    to take her home.

    Biting her tongue, she stood her ground.

    Though Remington wasn¡¯t her biological brother, over the years, he had be an authoritative figure

    in her life.

    Lizetta felt weak, her heart sinking

    Her face grew even paler, and she turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

    Just as she felt a cold sweat on her forehead and a chill down her spine, a jacket was ced around

    her shoulders, bringing warmth.

    It was Jerome.

    Lizetta¡¯s jacket had been taken by Ynda, who then passed it to Hamilton Hamilton, after offering

    Lizetta water and a towel on stage, had handed it to Jerome.

    Jerome adjusted the cor of the jacket and said, ¡°Put this on, don¡¯t catch a cold.¡±

    Lizetta, slightly startled, instinctively adjusted the jacket and thanked him.

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    ¡°Thank you¡±

    Jerome nodded, then turned to face Remington.

    By now, Remington¡¯s handsome face was cold, his eyes icy as he chuckled.

    ¡°Mr. Madden, Since when have you be so familiar with my wife?¡±

    Jerome, unfazed by Remington¡¯s hostility, simply smiled and replied.

    ¡°Not familiar at all. To be honest, Mr. Dashiell, including today, we¡¯ve only met three times, so there¡¯s no

    need for you to be so tense

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    Remington¡¯s expression softened slightly, only for Jerome to casually add,

    ¡°But those three times were quite memorable. The first time was about four or five years

    ago, right?¡±

    He looked back at Lizetta, who subconsciously nodded.

    Remington¡¯s fist clenched tighter, his gaze fixed on Lizett, ¡°You¡¯ve known Mr. Madden for four years?

    Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡±

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    Lizetta felt his gaze cutting through her like a de of ice, threatening to wound her very soul.

    She gasped for air, locking eyes with him, her lips parting slightly as she spoke. ¡°Have you told me

    about everyone you¡¯ve met, everyone you¡¯ve been with outside?¡± She thought she knew him through

    and through after all these years.

    But what was the result?

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    She was like a joke, learning about his childhood sweetheart from Evelina¡¯s lips.

    He med her for not telling him, but had he ever not kept secrets from her?

    He had been at the hospital with Ste since early morning, and now he had followed her here to stop

    her.

    All because he didn¡¯t want her joining the balletpany, worried about the Dashiell heir she carried,

    the life¨Csaving child.

    Had he ever truly cared about what she wanted, whether she was happy or not?

    Lizetta¡¯s heart ached, her teeth clenched tightly, her small face stubbomly tense as she stared down

    Remington.

    Remington was on the verge of exploding!

    He never knew she had this rebellious, tough side to her.

    He coldly averted his gaze, fearing that one more look would make him lose control and pull her into

    his arms to spank her right there in front of everyone.

    His gaze shifted towards Jerome, ¡°Given our slight acquaintance, Mr. Madden, I¡¯d appreciate it if you¡¯d

    stay out of my wife¡¯s affairs and step aside!¡±

    Jerome responded with a light smile, ¡°We may not be close now, but I believe we will get to know each

    other better in the future, especially since she¡¯s joining the Madden Ballet Company. We¡¯ll likely have

    many opportunities to work together.¡±

    ¡°Even if we be acquainted in the future, there are boundaries you shouldn¡¯t cross, Mr. Madden. I

    assume you understand that much, don¡¯t you?¡±

    ¡°Once she¡¯s agreed, she¡¯s part of thepany. Mr. Dashiell, if she¡¯s unwilling, I won¡¯t let anyone take

    away a member of the Madden Ballet so easily!¡±

    Remington¡¯s handsome face darkened, and Jerome replied with equal gravity

    The air seemed charged with the scent of gunpowder.

    Seeing things escte like this made Lizetta uneasy.

    That was when Hamilton stepped off the stage and came over, standing by Lizetta¡¯s other side,

    comforting her.

    ¡°Liz, don¡¯t worry, don¡¯t be nervous. Even if he¡¯s your husband, he has no right to control what you want

    to do.¡±

    Lizetta turned her head, managing a weak smile for Hamilton.

    Watching her stand behind the Madden brothers, clearly opposing him, Remington let out a coldugh.

    ¡°Let¡¯s not forget, Mr. Madden, that the main venue for the balletpany¡¯s performances is Zion City,

    and I do have some say there.¡± Remington was just short of outright threatening that without his

    approval, even if Lizetta joined thepany and rehearsed diligently. the performance would never

    see the light of day.

    Lizetta suddenly looked up, her eyes zing as she stared at Remington.

    She couldn¡¯t believe he could be so cruel,

    To stop her, he was willing to resort to such pheasums.

    Remington returned her gaze with a steely look, his voice deep andmanding. ¡°Come here now!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s nails dug into her palms, the paig sharp.

    Her breathing tightened, about to step forward, when Jerome chuckled lightly, shifting slightly to stand

    in front of her.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, you are too modest. I¡¯m well aware of the influence you have in Zion City. Not just this

    ballet, but blocking the Madden Ballet from Zion City in the future would be as easy as uttering a single

    word for you. However, this performance doesn¡¯t necessarily have to be in Zion City¡±

    Remington didn¡¯t respond to Jerome¡¯s provocative words, his prating gaze still fixed on Lizetta.

    He knew her well; Lizetta wouldn¡¯t want to hinder the entirepany for her sake,

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    The tension was palpable when Hamilton, wide eyed, looked towards Lizetta as she took a step

    forward

    She emerged from behind Jerome.

    Hamilton, anxious, reached out to grab Lizetta

    Jerome blocked his hand, causing Hamilton to frown.

    Lizetta, head bowed, walked up to Remington, her fists clenched yet seemingly devoid of strength,

    The dance production was set to debut next month, and since Crystal and the dance crew were already

    here, deciding on Zion City as the venue must have been a carefully weighed decision.

    With so much sweat and effort poured into the production by the performers, the thought of causing its

    downfall before even joining the troupe was unbeamble for Lizetta. How could she face them or work

    alongside the other dancers?

    The moment Remington made his move, his grip tightened around Lizetta¡¯s throat, forcing her to look

    down.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go home and discuss thister,¡± he proposed, his gaze softening as the defiant woman returned

    to his side. His voice gentler, he reached out to stroke Lizetta¡¯s hair.

    Lizetta slightly turned her head, causing Remington¡¯s hand to stiffen before it firmly grasped her waist,

    pulling her close. She couldn¡¯t break free.

    Remington then lifted his cool, deep eyes to Jerome and said, ¡°We¡¯ll take our leave.¡±

    With Lizetta in his arms, he turned to leave. Hamilton, worried and anxious, took a step forward.

    ¡°Jerome, are we just going to let him take her? It¡¯s clear she doesn¡¯t want to go!¡±

    Jerome nced at him. ¡°What¡¯s your n, then? Go up there, pick a fight with Remington, and take her

    back?¡±

    Hamilton¡¯s eyes lit up, ready to spring into action, but Jerome¡¯s words halted him.

    ¡°Remington¡¯s been a mercenary abroad, seen his share of blood and death. Oh, and thest guy who

    crossed him, that Daniel guy, ended up all over the news.¡±

    The horrific tale of Daniel, who was mutted in a hospital, had caught the attention of many. Hamilton

    had seen it too.

    Instantly, Hamilton¡¯s advancing step retreated. He looked at Jerome.

    ¡°So, we¡¯re just going to leave it at that?¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s Mrs. Dashiell, carrying Remington¡¯s child.¡±

    Any man, not just Remington, would find his wife wanting to perform on stage while pregnant a

    significant strain on their rtionship. Unless he didn¡¯t care about the safety of his wife and child, worry

    and tension would be natural.

    Jerome¡¯s previous standoff was because Lizetta had made her stance clear, giving him a reason to

    intervene. But now, with Lizetta¡¯s surrender, they, as outsiders, had no say in the matter.

    This was something for the couple to discuss and resolve

    ¡°Mr. Madden, should we consider someone else for the dance role?¡± Crystal asked, a hint of regret in

    her voice.

    Lizetta had been her top choice, and the idea of having a real pregnant woman y the role had not

    crossed her mind until now. It would add meaning and draw to the performance.

    ¡°No need. She¡¯lle, Jerome affirmed with a nod to Crystal, his tone confident.

    He could tell Lizetta hadn¡¯t given up. Her departure with Remington was merely to avoid escting the

    situation, not wanting to cause animosity between Remington and the Madden Group for her sake.

    Jerome was good at reading people.

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    As Lizetta was led out of the grand theatre, she pulled away from Remington and headed towards

    where Ynda had parked.

    ¡°Where to now?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s brows furrowed as he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Lizetta.

    Lizetta took a step back, looking up at him with a calmness in her eyes that made Remington distinctly

    ufortable. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, through and through.

    Once upon a time, she would never look at him that way. Remington tensed up, his handsome face

    turning cold.

    ¡°I¡¯m not going back with you, nor will I listen to you and give up my chance with the dance troupe. I¡¯ve

    already gone out of my way to save Mr. Dachrell¡¯s face in public. Can¡¯t you, for once, drop your

    domineering attitude and let me be?¡±

    Lizetta spoke, feeling both suffocated and frustrated. She took a step to leave and reached for her

    phone to call Ynda, who was nowhere to be found.

    But in the next second, Remington caught her wrist and gently pulled her towards him. Lizetta stumbled

    into his embrace, her waist sped by him, enveloped by his familiar scent of woodsy cologne.

    Whether it was her sensitivity or just her imagination, she thought she detected a faint whiff of women¡¯s

    perfume.

    Lizetta frowned in disgust, tuming her head away as she struggled to free herself, ¡°Let me gol

    ¡°Lizetta, why exactly are you making a fuss here?¡± Remington snapped, his grip on her firm as he

    forced her to look at him, leaving no room for escape.

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes turned red as she stared back at him, feeling utterly exhausted.

    ¡°Me? Making a fuss? Remington, it¡¯s clearly you who¡¯s been causing all the trouble!¡±

    He was the one who made promises of a happy life together but quickly forgot as he got entangled with

    past me, who disregarded her feelings, meddled in her career under the guise of being a husband,

    and who even forcefully brought her back when she went abroad, using his injury to guilt¨Ctrip her into

    submission.

    She was left wondering if he ever truly cared for her at all. As these thoughts flooded her mind, tears

    blurred her vision once more.

    She suddenly looked down, not wanting him to see her vulnerability. But Remington saw it anyway, and

    his grip loosened slightly in

    panic.

    He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, trying to exin.

    Tm just womed about your health. With the dance rehearsals, performances, and tours, how can I not

    worry when you¡¯re about to start showing? Isn¡¯t Joy more important than dancing?

    He said this as he gently kissed her forehead, his voice soft and coaxing. But Lizetta pushed him away,

    feeling his affections were nothing but pretense

    ¡°Stop pretending: I know everything.¡±

    Her expression was cold, devoid of any warmth or affection, her reactionpletely unexpected by

    Remington

    Remington¡¯s frown deepened, ¡°Know what?¡±

    He had thought Lizetta¡¯s mood was due to a moming spat with Hanna, taking it out on him. But clearly,

    there was something else he

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    was unaware of.

    At the sight of him still ying ignorant, Lizetta¡¯s lips curled into a scornful smile, ¡°In your old room, I

    opened that wooden box in the closet and saw everything inside! I know about Ste!

    Your concern for the West family¡¯s affairs, your interest in Evelina¡¯s baby carrying the West family

    bloodline, it isn¡¯t just about Quinn, is it? It¡¯s for Ste, right?¡±

    Lizetta finished usingly, her gaze fixed on Remington. She was determined to see how he would try

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    However, Remington¡¯s striking features suddenly tumed icy cold.

    A dark aura enveloped him in an instant. His lips parted slightly, his voice cold and reprimanding,

    ¡°Lizetta, who taught you to touch other people¡¯s stuff without permission?¡±

    Lizetta had braced herself for panic and excuses from his side. But anger and me? That, she hadn¡¯t

    expected. Of course, he didn¡¯t care about her.

    He had brought her back solely because the baby she carried was his own flesh and blood, and more

    importantly, because there was a high chance the baby could save Joseph

    The one he truly cared about was Ste, Exposed by her, he wasn¡¯t quilt¨Cridden, but embarrassed and

    furious. Even in his eyes, she was unworthy of touching those items,

    A cold breeze swept past, rustling few fallen leaves, brushing past their feet.

    Lizetta¡¯s face turned ashen, a bone¨Cchilling cold engulfing her. In that moment, her already dying heart

    seemned to scatter with the wind, leaving not a trace of warmth behind.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I overstepped. Who am I to touch Mr. Dashiell¡¯s cherished possessions? Sorry, can I leave

    now?¡±

    After a moment, Lizetta¡¯s voice came out hoarse. In just a few words, it seemed she had used up all

    her strength.

    She tumed to leave, but Remington grasped her wrist again.

    ¡°That¡¯s not what I meant. Lizetta, can¡¯t we have a proper conversation?¡± Remington said sternly.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta¡¯s emotions finally shattered under his grip. She swung her arm violently, her eyes zing as

    she looked back at Remington.

    ¡°Let go of me!¡± Her voice echoed across the empty theater square.

    She jerked her wrist as if she didn¡¯t care if he twisted it. Remington¡¯s heart sank, and he abruptly let go.

    Lizetta stepped back, her chest heaving, barely holding back the tears welling up in her eyes.

    Remington stiffened, his gaze dark and focused on her, his Adam¡¯s apple bobbing slightly, lips barely

    moving.

    Just then, Ynda hurried out from the theater.

    She hadnded a role, and the filming had started the day before, though she was only a supporting

    role with not many scenes. Today she didn¡¯t have to go to the set, yet she hadn¡¯t expected to be called

    by Cassius so suddenly, who insisted she return to be stand¨Cin of the lead actress for a steamy scene

    with him.

    Ynda glossed over that there was something she needed attend to and couldn¡¯t go to the set,

    suggesting Cassius y the scene with the lead actress. However that damn jerk threatened to kick

    her out of the set if she didn¡¯tply.

    After finally calming Cassius down over the phone, she went back to the concert hall, learning that

    Lizetta had been taken by Remington. Ynda rushed over, immediately noticing Lizetta¡¯s distraught

    state,

    ¡°Badass Remington! What have you done to Liz now?! She¡¯s pregnant, for heaven¡¯s sake. A mother¡¯s

    distress can directly baby. Can¡¯t you act human for once?¡±

    affect the

    Ynda supported Lizetta, ring at Remington in usation. Thetter¡¯s brows knitted together, a

    chill emanating from him. Seeing Lizetta¡¯s pale face, he suppressed his anger, saying gruffly, ¡°If you¡¯re

    her friend, knowing she¡¯s pregnant, you should advise her to rest and take care of the baby, not

    recklessly stir trouble everywhere.¡±

    Yndaughed angnly, ¡°So, a woman should just stay at home once she¡¯s pregnant? What about all

    the pregnant mothers out there working and striving? Mr. Dashiell, are you living in the dark ages?¡±

    ¡°Nonsense!¡± Remington retorted coldly.

    He had no prejudice against pregnant women, nor did he believe they should confine themselves at

    home. But Lizetta wanted to dance. How could that be the same?

    He couldn¡¯t understand. Lizetta had been obedient for the past four years, so why now, during her

    pregnancy, did she insist on returning to dance?

    Remington¡¯s gaze darkened as he looked at Lizetta, ¡°Do you care so little for your own health, or does

    it not matter to you if Joy could be at risk?¡±

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    Lizetta was steadied by Ynda¡¯s hand, her expression serene atst.

    She had made up her mind to join the dance troupe, and she had to clear the air with Remington, she

    couldn¡¯t let him hassle the entire troupe over this.

    Trying to keep her voice calm, she said, ¡°I know my own body. Before I got pregnant, I was dancing for

    over ten hours a day. I¡¯m in great shape.

    Even after getting pregnant, I kept working and dancing in the water. Look, I got through the early

    stages just fine, and now I¡¯m in the second trimester, everything¡¯s even more stable. There¡¯s no way

    there¡¯ll be a problem.

    I¡¯m Joy¡¯s mom. No one loves Joy more than I do. I know my limits.¡±

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    Remington looked at her determined face, yet his eyes betrayed his restlessness; he was unable to

    find peace.

    Hesterly, ¡°No way! After the baby is bom, do what you want. But now you¡¯reing back with me!¡±

    He reached out for her, but Lizetta was not to be swayed, her patience wearing thin. She retorted

    coldly, ¡°Remington, you have no right to control mel Joining the dance troupe is my choice, my

    freedom. You can¡¯t interfere!¡±

    *Tm your husband, the father of the child you¡¯re carrying. I have every right to interfere!¡± Remington

    said, his voice deepening as he stared at her defiant face.

    Lizetta chuckled bitterly, looking back at him with a wry smile, ¡°Why even bother?¡±

    Ste was back in town, and it was clear he¡¯d rather spend every moment with her. Why cling to her

    now?

    ¡°Cut the nonsense. Come home with me, don¡¯t make mee and get you.¡±

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°Don¡¯t forget; we¡¯ve already signed the divorce papers. You have no say over

    me anymore.¡±

    Remington was taken aback, his face turning sour in an instant.

    ¡°You¡¯re backing out?¡±

    ¡°Yes, I regret it, and if I had known that you¡¯d go to such lengths, even getting hurt as part of your

    scheme, I wouldn¡¯t have given you a second chancel Remington, was deceiving me that amusing?¡±

    He¡¯d rather get himself injured than quit ying battered¨Cbody trick to fool her.

    He hadn¡¯t expected her to know that his injury was a deliberate act on his part. No wonder she had

    be so defensive.

    Remington frowned, stepping forward to exin. ¡°The injury was indeed a ploy. You were set on

    leaving the country, and I just wanted to tug at your heartstrings to make you stay.¡±

    Hearing him admit it only spread a dull ache across her heart. Standing in front of the ICU, thinking he

    might die, crying her eyes out she felt like a fool.

    Did Remington take pleasure in ying her for a fool? Her sincerity meant so little to him, just

    something to be tossed around and exploited.

    ¡°Enough!¡± Lizetta raised her voice, cutting him off, and then turned to Ynda.

    ¡°Yoll, could I use your lipstick?¡±

    ¡°Huh? Oh, sure.¡±

    Ynda, slightly stunned, quickly dug out her lipstick and handed it to Lizetta, who twisted the lipstick

    open and approached Remington.

    Their earlier scuffle had left his suit jacket open, revealing his white shirt underneath. Grabbing his

    jacket, Lizetta pressed the lipstick against his shirt, inscribing few words with force.

    You¡¯re Fired

    She finished quickly, stepped back, and looked at Remington with a coldugh, saying. ¡°What you said

    earlier was incorrect. You forgot, you were on probation as a husband, and I¡¯ve never seen an inter

    perform worse than you! You¡¯re fired now, and the divorce is happening

    With that, Lizetta turned, taking Ynda by the hand, ¡°Yoli, let¡¯s go

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    Remington stood there, his handsome face clouded with gloom as he watched Lizetta swiftly walking

    away with Ynda.

    Cedric approached, his eyesnding on the bright red lipstick mark on Remington¡¯s crisp white shirt,

    his lips twitching uncontrobly.

    ¡°B¨CBoss, do you want me to bring your wife back?¡±

    Remington¡¯s icy gaze swept over him, his voice cold, ¡°You find this funny?¡±

    Of course, Cedric wanted tough. The boss¡¯s predicament was enough to keep him amused for years.

    But for the sake of money, he dared not.

    Cedric immediately shook his head.

    Remington scoffed, a chill in his eyes. Just the sight of Cedric barely holding back hisughter added to

    his already sour mood.

    ¡°Laugh? Not at all, boss. I just think Mrs. Dashiell has quite the high standards. If she¡¯s set you aside,

    probably no man in Zion City could catch her eye,¡± Cedric remarked, a bit of wisdom in his words.

    Remington thought about the open adoration Hamilton had for Lizetta in the concert hall, and Jerome¡¯s

    protection of her, which stoked his anger further.

    But he felt Cedric had a point. If Lizetta wouldn¡¯t settle for him, she certainly wouldn¡¯t for anyone else.

    ¡°Forget it. Let¡¯s just wait till she cools down,¡± Remington finally said, ncing down at the messy

    lipstick on his shirt, his expression slightly helpless.

    ¡°Boss, you¡¯ve still got two important appointments at the office this morning that can¡¯t be postponed.

    Maybe head to a hotel to freshen up and change clothes first?¡± Cedric suggested, knowing well that if

    anyone snapped a photo of the boss like this, it would be viral in no time, ruining his image.

    Lizetta, in the car, had just confirmed her rehearsal with the dance troupe for the next day with Crystal.

    Hanging up, she leaned back in her seat, her gaze somewhat vacant as she looked out of the window.

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    ¡°Maybe we should reschedule with Jenny?¡± Ynda suggested, seeing her weariness.

    They had nned to have dinner with Jenny that afternoon, but Lizetta seemed exhausted.

    ¡°No, I¡¯m in a good mood today; let¡¯s do it! Besides, I might not have much time once I join the dance.

    troupe.¡±

    Owing Jenny had been on her mind for a while, and Lizetta felt it was long overdue.

    They chose the Harvest Moon, a well¨Chidden private diner that Ynda mentioned was all the rage

    recently, hard to get into without connections for a reservation.

    Lizetta and Ynda arrived first, with Jenny still on her way from a film set, bound to take a while.

    Lizetta left their private room for the restroom and unexpectedly ran into Evelina and her parents,

    heading

    her way.

    Seeing Lizetta, ra and Kevin immediately approached.

    ¡°Liz, what are you doing here? Don¡¯t tell me Remington is here too?¡± ra said, moving to push past

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    Lizetta towards the room.

    Lizetta stepped aside, blocking the way, ¡°He¡¯s not here. I¡¯m just meeting friends.¡±

    ra stepped back, somewhat disappointed, and then asked, ¡°Did you talk to Remington about what

    you promisedst time?¡±

    Kevin added, ¡°Yeah, Liz, what did Remington say? When can he meet with me?¡±

    Lizetta pressed her lips together, remembering she had promised to plead with Remington on behalf of

    the Hawthornes. But with Ste¡¯s situation throwing her off, she had forgotten, and now, with her falling

    out with Remington, it was even less likely.

    She frowned, looking a bit apologetically at ra and Kevin, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne. I¡¯m

    afraid I¡¯m powerless to help now because I already¡­¡±

    She was cut off by ra¡¯s agitated interruption.

    ¡°What do you mean you¡¯re powerless? You promised, didn¡¯t you?¡±

    ¡°Liz, you¡¯re Remington¡¯s wife; how can you be powerless? You can¡¯t just stand by, especially

    considering your grandma!¡±

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    Kevin¡¯s face darkened with anger, a storm brewing in his gaze.

    Evelina approached, linking arms with ra and sighed heavily, ¡°Mom, Dad, let it go. Lizetta has long

    moved past our childhood memories. If it weren¡¯t for trying to defend her honor, Remington wouldn¡¯t

    have gone to such lengths against our Hawthorne family. It¡¯s clear she never intended to help from the

    start.

    But don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t let our family fall. I¡¯ve managed to secure a meeting with Mr. Grover from

    Crestview Trust through some connections. I¡¯m certain I can persuade him to extend a loan to us

    tonight, Evelina was exaggerating, trying to stir the pot.

    Kevin, already stressed from trying to secure funding, erupted in fury and swung at Lizetta. ¡°You¡¯re

    ying us! We wasted our affection on you as a child¡±

    Lizetta hadn¡¯t anticipated the physical lunge and was caught off guard at the moment. The blow was

    imminent.

    But the expected pain never arrived. Ynda, hearing the dispute from the room, rushed out just in

    time to grab Kevin¡¯s wrist.

    ¡°Ow! Let go!¡±

    Ynda¡¯s grip was iron¨Ctight, eliciting a cry of pain from Kevin

    Holding his wrist, she pushed him aside, stepping in front of Lizetta with a mocking sneer, ¡°Dare to

    bring up Liz¡¯s childhood? Why not mention how theartlessly you abandoned her?

    Now, Evelina is your precious daughter, and the Hawthome Group is hers to inherit. What does that

    have

    to do with Liz?

    Want Liz to take care of it? Fine, draft a will making Liz the primary heir Otherwise, drop the guilt

    tripprig

    Let me tell you, I¡¯ve got zero tolerance for jerks. Liz might respect you enough not to retaliate, but I

    don¡¯t share that restraint. Try anything like this agais, and I dislocate your armi

    After a few shoves, Ynda finally released Kewis, who stumbled into a wall, his face a mask of livid

    embarrassment.

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    Ynda turned to approach Lizetta, but Evelling, seizing the moment, grabbed a bowl of hot soup from

    a passing waiter and threw it at Ynda

    ¡°Yoli, watch out!¡±

    Lizetta, in shock, pushed Ynda out of the way. Most of the soup had been sshed on Lizetta¡¯s

    sleeve, the scalding liquid trickling down

    *Liz

    Ynda was horrified and quickly helped Lizetta remove her jacket. Thankfully, Lizetta¡¯s water resistant

    down jacket spared her from worse harm, leaving only a small burn on her hand.

    ¡°Evelina!¡±

    Vnda red at Evelina, who smirked at Lizetta, ¡°Lizetta, remember when you spilled coffee on me?

    Consider this payback¡±

    Lizetta had previously promised her parents she¡¯d help, but her sudden refusal must have been

    influenced by Ste. Perhaps she and Remington had another fallout.

    If she couldn¡¯t have the man, why should Lizetta, the pretend heiress, stand a chance? What was she?

    Feeling a twisted satisfaction, Evelina linked arms with ra and Kevin, heading towards the front

    room.

    Ynda was furious, but Lizetta¡¯s burn was the immediate concern. She hurried Lizetta into the

    restroom, running cold water over the reddened hand.

    ¡°Evelina¡¯s lost it! Does it hurt a lot?¡± Ynda was frantic with worry.

    Lizetta shook her head, about to reply when a familiar voice rang out, ¡°Did she get burned? I have

    some burn ointment right here; please, apply it for her.¡±

    Lizetta turned to see a woman of elegant beauty and gentle demeanor. She offered a tube of ointment

    to Ynda from her purse.

    Draped over the woman¡¯s arm was a dark gray men¡¯s cashmere coat. Lizetta recognized it as the one

    Remington had worn when he left that morning.

    Her breath caught, the stinging burn on her hand now seemingly spreading to her heart. What a

    coincidence, to run into her rival in such a disheveled state.

    It was Ste. There, with Ste likely meant Remington wasn¡¯t far behind, especially since his coat was

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    Ynda froze for a second before Ste pushed the tube of burn cream closer, offering it with a smile,

    ¡°Better get this on her quick, before blisters start forming.¡±

    Gratefully receiving it, Ynda beamed, ¡°Thank you so much! What a coincidence you have burn

    cream on you.¡±

    Ste nodded, ¡°I identally burned myself a few days back, and this cream really works.¡±

    She even pulled off her glove to show a small burn mark on her wrist.

    k

    ¡°Thank you, I really appreciate it,¡± Ynda hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

    ¡°It¡¯s fate as much as coincidence; don¡¯t mention it,¡± Ste nodded to both her and Lizetta before turning

    to

    leave.

    ¡°Hey, I haven¡¯t given this back to you,¡± Ynda, turning around with the tube in hand, was surprised.

    ¡°Just use it up. Apply a thickyer; it works better that way. My burn¡¯s already healed, so no need to

    return

    it.¡±

    ¡°Wait, let us pay you for it.¡±

    Ste just waved her hand dismissively and walked away.

    As Ynda applied the cream on Lizetta¡¯s hand, she sighed, ¡°Lucky for us, we ran into such a kind¨C

    hearted beauty. Otherwise, your hand would¡¯ve blistered and scarred, and I¡¯d have to dunk Evelina¡¯s

    head into the same soup!¡±

    This wasn¡¯t over; she was going to settle scores with Evelinater!

    Ynda¡¯s remark was met with silence from Lizetta, which was unusual. Looking up, she asked, ¡°Does

    it

    hurt too much?¡±

    Lizetta just shook her head with a smile, saying, ¡°That was Ste.¡±

    ¡°Huh? Who? Thedy who just gave us the cream?¡±

    Ynda paused, and then, realizing, raised her hand applying the cream in shock.

    ¡°Shoot! Why didn¡¯t you say so sooner? Hope the cream¡¯s not tampered with. Wash it off, quick!¡±

    Facing what seemed like a crisis, Lizetta actuallyughed and tapped her nose, ¡°It¡¯s been just a minute

    or two since the burn. She couldn¡¯t have foreseen this and prepared poisoned cream. Don¡¯t worry. It¡¯s

    probably just a coincidence.¡±

    Thinking it over, Ynda continued applying the cream on Lizetta¡¯s hand, her thoughts swirling with

    complexity.

    That Ste, she seemed alright. Certainly not the same breed as Evelina, but thinking of Ste¡¯s

    connection with Remington, Ynda felt distinctly ufortable.

    Lizetta¡¯s jacket was ruined and no longer wearable. Ynda had spare clothes in her car, so after

    leaving the restroom, she went to the parking lot to fetch them for Lizetta.

    On her way back to their private room, Lizetta stopped dead in her tracks.

    Ahead, Ste was pushing Barbara¡¯s wheelchair, with Martin standing by their side. The three of them

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    Following their gaze, Lizetta saw a tall figure approaching them rapidly.

    Remington, dressed in a light blue suit with a dark blue checked tie, approached the West family with a

    gentle smile, exuding warmth and confidence.

    Frozen, Lizetta watched, struck by a sight she had never seen before.

    Remington, who always donned dark, sober colors, now wore a fresh, light shade she had once wished

    to see on him.

    Believing he would look younger and more vibrant, she had bought him a simr light blue suit. But

    Remington had frowned upon seeing it, the suit gathering dust in his wardrobe, never worn.

    Seeing him now, in that color, he looked stunningly handsome. It wasn¡¯t that he couldn¡¯t wear such

    clothes. He just didn¡¯t want to wear them for her.

    Meeting his childhood sweetheart, he had taken the effort to dress youthful and vibrant.

    Perhaps her gaze too intense, Remington suddenly looked her way. Lizetta¡¯s heart skipped a beat, and

    she quickly hid.

    Leaning against the wall, she realized she was feeble; lifting her hand, she found cold tears on her

    cheeks. Crying seemed natural. After all, this was the man she had loved deeply for at least a decade.

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    But it was okay, at least this time she could face it in silence, unlike her previous hysterical reaction.

    She believed that someday, her love woulde and go with the wind ¨C arriving with its gusts and

    departing in its calm.

    ¡°Remington, what¡¯s up?¡± From the other end, Martin noticed Remington staring off into the distance of

    the hallway and asked.

    Remington snapped out of his daze, thinking to himself that he must have been too affected by that

    woman, feeling restless all day, to have such illusions. He always felt like that woman was watching

    him, but clearly, there was no one there.

    ¡°It¡¯s nothing, just a draft here. Let¡¯s not let Godmom catch a cold; shall we head back inside?¡±

    He stepped forward to personally assist Barbara.

    Ste moved aside, pointing at the jacket on her arm, ¡°Remington, you left your jacket in the hospital

    room this morning. I brought it for you.¡±

    Remington had rushed out from the hospital that morning after hearing about the spat between Lizetta-

    and Hanna.

    He nodded at Ste, ¡°Thanks.¡±

    As they left, Lizetta finally came out and returned to their private room. Soon, Jenny and Ynda joined

    her.

    Having nearly finished her meal, Lizetta found an excuse to leave the room. She went to the front desk

    to pay the bill and stepped outside for some fresh air.

    Unexpectedly, she saw Ste again.

    Ste was crouching near a flowerbed at a short distance, gently feeding a few cats belonging to the

    restaurant. The warm yellow light fell on her, casting a soft glow on her tender and smiling face.

    The scene looked picturesque until a child ran over, reaching out to touch one of the kittens. Ste

    stopped the child, her voice carrying over.

    ¡°Hey there, kiddo, didn¡¯t your mom teach you not to touch stray cats willy¨Cnilly? Getting scratched

    could leave you looking real funny, and then there¡¯s the really, really painful shots.¡±

    ¡°But they¡¯re so cute; can I feed them then?¡±

    ¡°Of course, you can. The cat food is over there; I¡¯ll show you. But next time, you need an adult with

    you, okay?¡±

    ¡°Why?¡±

    ¡°Cats are cute, but they can be quite mischievous.¡±

    Ste led the child away, and only then did Lizetta realize she had been staring for quite some time.

    Perhaps it was amon thing among women, to be curious about the woman their husband was fond

    of, to wonder what kind of person he had fallen for.

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    And now, Lizetta knew. Oh, so this was the type of woman Remington liked ¨C gentle and quiet,

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    kind¨Chearted, well¨Cbred, with a charming appearance.

    ¡°Hmph.¡±

    Lizetta suddenly found her own spying on Ste both pathetic and amusing. She chuckled lightly and

    was about to turn away when she bumped into a warm, solid figure.

    Lizetta tried to step back; but the person swiftly wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her

    back into his embrace, surrounding her with his familiar scent.

    His light blue suit caught her eye, and Lizetta felt a pang in her heart, pushing him away with force.

    ¡°So it was you. What, saw me and decided to hide?¡±

    Remington pulled Lizetta into a shadowed area a few steps away, pinning her against the wall. Lizetta

    looked up, anger and annoyance in her voice, ¡°Let me go, or I¡¯ll scream!¡±

    Let Ste see for herself how he was two¨Ctiming.

    Remington seemed to ignore her threat, leaning in closer, his face buried in Lizetta¡¯s neck, inhaling

    deeply before frowning at her, ¡°Have you been drinking?¡±

    How could Lizetta drink? The smell of alcohol was probably from Ynda and Jenny. She shook her

    head, trying to push Remington away, ¡°No.¡±

    But Remington cut her off with a stern voice, ¡°You really don¡¯t care about Joy, do you? Dancing while

    pregnant. I can¡¯t trust your word; I only believe what I see for myself!¡±

    With that, he abruptly caught her chin, lifting her face towards him. Lizetta¡¯s eyes widened in shock,

    unprepared for his next move his lips pressed firmly against hers.

    His tongue boldly invaded her mouth, ignoring her resistance and refusal, overwhelming her with his

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    Lizetta was enveloped by the familiar scent, turning the once sweet flutter in her heart into a bitter mix

    of anger and humiliation.

    Why should she be the one to hide? She was upfront and honest; it was he who skulked in the

    shadows.

    Her avoidance wasn¡¯t out of fear or cowardice. It was because she was a mess, her face streaked with

    tears.

    She didn¡¯t want to face him and Ste¡¯s family in such a state, to be the butt of their jokes. She wanted

    to maintain what little dignity she had left.

    But how could he continue to humiliate her as if nothing had happened? Lizetta¡¯s eyes reddened as

    she raised her hand, not hesitating to strike Remington across the face.

    However, the man was quick, grabbing her wrist and forcibly separating her fingers to intertwine his

    own with hers. Then, he lifted her arms and pinned them against the wall in a dominating gesture.

    His kiss became punishingly deep and heated, even more so due to her fierce resistance, causing an

    undeniable reaction in him!

    Bastard! Lizetta bit down hard, the taste of blood instantly filling her mouth.

    ¡°Ugh.¡±

    Remington grunted, pulling away, his handsome face turning icy as he gripped Lizetta¡¯s chin. He licked

    the blood off the corner of his lips, the sting bringing a shadow to his eyes, his voice cold and mocking.

    ¡°Liz, such a sharp tongue. Trying to bite me to death?¡±

    Lizetta gasped for breath, her gaze furious as if she were a cornered cat, ¡°Don¡¯t call me Liz!¡±

    She used to love it when he called her that, making her feel like she belonged when she first arrived at

    the Dashiell family mansion, feeling lost.

    Actually, it was a nickname only Remington used, making her feel cherished every time he uttered it.

    Yet now, it felt like a thorn in her heart.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong? You used to love it,¡± Remington frowned, his thumb gently brushing the corner of

    Lizetta¡¯s reddened eyes.

    Coldness seeped into Lizetta¡¯s gaze as she stared at him, her voice deliberate, ¡°Are you speaking to

    Liz, who¡¯s always been there, or Star, whom you¡¯ve sought for so long?¡±

    Remington stiffened, the gentleness on Lizetta¡¯s cheek turning into a forceful grip. The tender skin

    around her eyes stung with pain.

    They were close, too close, and his body¡¯s immediate reaction didn¡¯t lie to her. Lizetta¡¯s heart sank.

    Despite the fact that she had mentally prepared, facing this moment felt like a boulder crushing her

    chest, leaving her breathless.

    ¡°What nonsense are you talking about? Stop with these wild thoughts!¡± Remington finally spoke, his

    voice a mix of rebuke that, to Lizetta, sounded like guilty deflection.

    Her eyes, icy and sharp, mocked him with a curl of her lips, ¡°Isn¡¯t Ste¡¯s nickname Star?¡±

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    Remington¡¯s brows furrowed, his voice turning cold, ¡°Who told you that?¡±

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    Lizetta felt a wave of exhaustion, closing her eyes, ¡°You¡¯ve been desperately searching her for years,

    and now she¡¯s back. Why keep holding onto me? Let¡¯s get a divorce. If you¡¯re worried about Joseph¡¯s

    illness, there¡¯s no need.

    I care for Joseph like my own brother. If Joy¡¯s cord blood can save Joseph, I¡¯d be more than willing.¡±

    Lizetta thought rity would make Remington let go. She tried to pull away, wanting to leave, to escape

    his presence.

    But Remington held onto her hand tightly, not letting her go, pressing his body against hers.

    Before she could utter more decisive words, he leaned in, sealing her lips with his own. Lizetta

    struggled, the sound of their intimate struggle drifting into the corridor.

    A passerby paused, the footsteps halting. Lizetta stiffened, while Remington used his broad back to

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    His kiss softened in a soothing way.

    As footsteps faded, Lizetta felt her strength leave her; she slid down the wall she was leaning against,

    but the man wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as if trying to merge into her very

    being. His chin rested on her head as he spoke in a deep voice.

    ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry about it. Whatever you saw with Ste, it won¡¯t affect us; just wait¡­¡±

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t bear to hear he finish any more. With all her might, she pushed the man away, her

    force so strong that he stumbled back into the nearby wall.

    She clenched her teeth and spat out, ¡°I don¡¯t want to hear anymore! I need to get away from you! And

    please, stop interfering with my decisions. Respect my choice.¡±

    After speaking her mind, Lizetta turned and quickly walked away, though tears betrayed her, falling

    despite

    her best efforts.

    ¡°Liz, ouch!¡±

    Remington wanted to follow, but her push had hit his recent wound in the abdomen. Pain shot through.

    him, causing sweat to break out on his forehead and his handsome face to pale. Clutching his

    stomach, he found it hard to stand for a moment.

    By the time the pain subsided enough for him to follow, he saw Lizetta and Jerome walking side by side

    not far away.

    Remington stopped dead in his tracks, his handsome face turning icy, a mocking smile touching his

    lips.

    ¡°My private room¡¯s just ahead, thanks Mr. Madden, and I¡¯m really sorry about this.¡±

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    Lizetta hadn¡¯t expected to run into Jerome here. She had been running so fast that she literally bumped

    into him.

    And now, Jerome had seen her at her most vulnerable, tears and all, making it hard for her to even lift

    her

    head.

    She apologized for her behavior at the concert hall and for her rudeness just now. Jerome¡¯s voice was

    calm and soothing, ¡°It¡¯s okay, but seriously, with you being pregnant and all, if you¡¯re not aiming to give

    birth to a Hercules, you might want to take it easy.¡±

    Their first encounter had been her darting into traffic. And now this.

    Lizetta¡¯s cheeks heated up at his teasing, but she couldn¡¯t help but chuckle at the thought of her child

    being a Hercules, momentarily forgetful of her distress.

    Jerome¡¯s eyes twinkled with amusement as Lizetta lifted her head.

    ¡°Hercules was born after a superhuman pregnancy, Mr. Madden. Are you nning to keep me in this

    pregnant role on stage to line your pockets? You truly are a capitalist at heart.¡±

    Lizetta gave Jerome a thumbs¨Cup, her smile brightening her previously distressed face.

    Jerome raised an eyebrow but didn¡¯t object, simply nodding, ¡°Looking forward to seeing you perform.¡±

    With that, he headed to his room. Lizetta¡¯s smile faded as sheposed herself, grateful for the

    distraction that eased her mood.

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    She took a deep breath and was about to enter her room when she heard amotion from across the

    hall. Turning, she saw the door to another private room open.

    Ynda emerged, dragging Jenny with her; Lizetta swept a nce inside. Evelina was hopping on one

    foot, clutching a sweater and gasping from the heat.

    Clearly, Ynda had yed a tit¨Cfor¨Ctat, giving Evelina a taste of her own medicine with a cup of hot

    water. ra was fussing over Evelina, and a middle¨Caged man, presumably a guest of the Hawthorne

    family, looked both shocked and angry. Keyin was trying to calm the chaos.

    ¡°Liz, let¡¯s book it.¡±

    Seeing Lizetta, Ynda grabbed her, and the three women made a run for it.

    As Lezetta was pulled along by Ynda, her hand instinctively went to her belly, half¨Cwondering if she

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    Because Ynda burst in like a whirlwind and made a scene, Mr. Grover left the room in a huff.

    Kevin and ra hurried after him. In the private room, Evelina, ovee with rage, screamed, ¡°Ouch!

    Lizetta!¡±

    She flipped the table, sending tes and sses crashing to the floor. It wasn¡¯t long before the

    commotion drew the attention of other patrons.

    Fueled by collective irritation, Evelina and her parents were promptly escorted out by the restaurant¡¯s

    security team.

    It was a scene of utter embarrassment.

    The Hawthornes causing such a scandal surely tanked their chances at securing future investments.

    Back home, Kevin was livid. He gave Evelina a piece of his mind, ming her for escting the

    situation by throwing the soup.

    He stormed out, leaving Evelina burning with resentment. It was all Lizetta¡¯s fault, after all!

    She had only meant to stand up for her father, but now she was the one being med. She vowed not

    to let Lizetta get away with it.

    Evelina was determined to make Lizetta suffer just as she had. She picked up her phone, her voice

    sinister.

    ¡°You need to do exactly as I say. If you seed, you¡¯ll be rewarded handsomely. But if you refuse, I¡¯ll

    spill your secrets to your boss. Betrayal is betrayal, no matter how often it happens.¡±

    The next day.

    Lizetta was up early, ready to head to her dance troupe.

    After a quick breakfast with Ynda, they set off together. Just as they reached the lobby, Wilma

    approached them with two burly bodyguards.

    ¡°Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell, Mrs. Hanna Dashiell sent me to bring you this soup. You mustn¡¯t refuse it today;

    she insisted I watch you finish it.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s face was stone cold. She couldn¡¯t believe that she even shattered the bowl yesterday, and

    Hanna was still persisting.

    Despite moving out of the Dashiell family vi, Hanna was still able to corner her here. How relentless.

    ¡°I already made myself clear. If anyone dares bring that soup near me again, I¡¯ll dump it on them!

    Wilma, fancy a soup shower this morning?¡±

    Lizetta red at Wilma, who seemed unphased and signaled the bodyguards behind her.

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    ¡°Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell won¡¯t cooperate; you¡¯ll have to assist her.¡±

    The two bodyguards moved in, ready to fasten Lizetta¡¯s shoulders and force her to take the soup.

    ¡°What the heck! Seriously? Pretend I¡¯m not here, huh? I¡¯ll teach you a lesson today and let you know

    treating a pregnantdy should be the same as treating your own mother!¡±

    Ynda, amused in exasperation, rolled up her sleeves, dismissively flicking her chin at the

    bodyguards.

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    Lizetta instinctively stepped back, concern in her voice, ¡°Be careful, okay?¡±

    ¡°Me? Scared of them? They¡¯re all bark and no bite, only good at bullying women!¡±

    ¡°I meant, go easy on them. We don¡¯t want to knock any teeth out; it¡¯d be a hassle.¡±

    Upon seeing their disregard, the bodyguards exchanged their gazes and then charged, igniting a fierce

    skirmish.

    Thuds and yells echoed through the lobby. Five minutester, the bodyguardsy on the ground,

    battered and beaten, unable to stand.

    Ynda marched over to Wilma, who was pale as a ghost and retreating with the thermos. Snatching

    the thermos, Ynda raised her foot to kick, but Wilma, anticipating the blow, stumbled backward and

    fell into a flower bed.

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    Wilma was still struggling, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance, ¡°Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell, it¡¯s

    Mrs. Hanna Dashiell who sent me! After all, you¡¯ve been with the Dashiell family for over twenty years.

    You¡¯ve practically watched Mr. Remington Dashiell grow up.¡±

    Ynda made a show of clenching her fist, and Wilma instantly fell silent.

    Lizetta, holding the thermos, suddenly had a change of heart. She walked towards a delivery guy who

    seemed unsure whether to approach or not, handed him the bottle, and gave him 50 bucks.

    ¡°Could you please deliver this to the Starlight Group for me?¡±

    50 bucks for a single delivery was a good deal. Besides, the guy had seen the whole scene where

    Ynda. had beaten those people up.

    With Ynda still ring menacingly behind Lizetta, the delivery guy quickly made the smart choice.

    Watching him leave with the soup, Ynda blinked, ¡°You¡¯re sending the soup to Badass Remington?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, ¡°It¡¯s a pretty good soup. He¡¯s getting it more than he deserves.¡±

    Dumping the soup on Wilma¡¯s head would just provoke Hanna to probably send even more people

    tomorrow. Better to send it to Remington and be done with it.

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    To ensure Remington got the soup, Lizetta got into her car and unblocked his WhatsApp, sending him

    a

    message.

    [Delivery for you: nutritious soup at the front desk. Please sign for it.]

    After sending the message, she blocked him again.

    The Starlight Group, CEO¡¯s office.

    The atmosphere was tense that morning. While Remington wasn¡¯t the type to lose his temper with his

    staff, the chill he radiated had already made many senior executives tremble as they left his presence.

    Seeing Lizetta¡¯s message, Remington almost couldn¡¯t believe his eyes. Once he read the message

    clearly, the icy expression on his face slowly began to thaw. He managed to keep a straight face and

    immediately asked Cedric to wait in the lobby.

    Half an hourter, Cedric came up with the thermos and ced it in front of Remington.

    The moment Remington opened it, his lips, which rarely showed any emotion, couldn¡¯t help but curve

    up- slightly.

    ¡°Mrs. Dashiell must have heard about the injury you got yesterday and specially made this nourishing

    soup. I¡¯ll serve some to you, Boss. If Mrs. Dashiell sees you¡¯ve finished it, surely she¡¯ll cool down.¡±

    Seeing Remington¡¯s mood brighten, Cedric also heaved a sigh of relief and smiled broadly as he

    served the soup.

    Remington took it as a peace offering from Lizetta and happily finished every drop. However, that was

    when Hanna¡¯sining call came through.

    ¡°Remington, I went through so much trouble to get fresh centa, cleaned and cooked into a soup. It¡¯s

    so

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    nutritious! I had Wilma take it to Lizetta, and she didn¡¯t appreciate it at all. Even hit Wilma, and at her

    age, she could¡¯ve broken her tailbone! Also, Lizetta isn¡¯t staying put at the mansion during her

    pregnancy; you

    should tell her.¡±

    Before Hanna could finish, Remington¡¯s expression darkened.

    ¡°What soup did you just say?¡±

    ¡°centa, you know, ¡®like cures like¡®. Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s all from healthy babies.¡±

    Hanna couldn¡¯t finish before Remington felt his stomach churn. His face went pale, and he mmed

    his phone on the table, rushing into the bathroom.

    The sound of his retching filled the room.

    Cedric, standing by the door, hesitated to enter. He had heard Hanna¡¯s loud voice too.

    Now, listening to his boss throwing up non¨Cstop, he felt a mix of sympathy and dismay. He had thought

    that being the CEO, with his good looks, wooing his wife back would be easy.

    Little did he expect the bacsh toe this fast. The boss was still nursing an injury, and here was

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    Ynda dropped Lizetta off outside the dance troupe¡¯s building, and before Lizetta could get out of the

    car, Ynda couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°I wonder if Badass Remington ever dared to taste that nourishing

    soup.¡±

    She was clearly enjoying the thought a bit too much.

    Lizetta chuckled, knowing all too well Remington¡¯s finicky nature, especially his aversion to anything as

    rustic as offal. If he did try it, he was in for a rough time.

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you a bit concerned for him?¡± Ynda eyed Lizetta, blinking.

    Lizetta paused, her expression tuming thoughtful. She and Hanna had a spat over the soup just

    yesterday. and Hanna went crying to Remington about it.

    If Remington had cared even a bit, he would¡¯ve known what that soup was made of. If he still ended up

    drinking that soup today, it was on him for not paying enough attention. He had iting.

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow and spread her hands, ¡°Feeling sorry for a jerk? That¡¯s a one¨Cway ticket to a

    lifetime of misery, isn¡¯t that one of your golden rules?¡±

    ¡°Hahaha, exactly!¡± Ynda burst outughing.

    Meanwhile, at the Starlight Group.

    A visibly shaken Remington stepped out of the restroom. Hisposure was back, masking the earlier.

    difort, but his ashen face and the grim set of his jaw were hard to ignore.

    Cedric stood by, recalling how he had been the one urging the boss to have more of that concoction,

    feeling a chill run down his spine.

    ¡°Find out where my mom got that abomination from, and cut off her supply!¡± Remington ordered, his

    voice cold as ice.

    Cedric, feeling like he¡¯d been granted a reprieve, quickly nodded and scurried out.

    Then, Hanna¡¯s call came through again. Remington answered, his tone frosty, as Hanna¡¯s displeased

    voice filled the air.

    ¡°I wasn¡¯t done talking when you hung up! I¡¯m over at Oakridge Heights, and Edith mentioned Lizetta

    hasn¡¯t been staying heretely.¡±

    ¡°She¡¯s pregnant for heaven¡¯s sake. If she doesn¡¯t like staying at the mansion, she can move back to

    Oakridge Heights. I¡¯ll bring over some nutritious stuff. Edith is reliable; she can look after her as well.¡±

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    ¡°How could you let her stay out at this time? She¡¯s young and clueless. How is she supposed to take

    care of the baby?¡±

    If it weren¡¯t for thest remark, Hanna could¡¯ve passed for a caring mother¨Cinw. Listening to Hanna,

    Remington felt his stomach churn again.

    The man uttered in an impassive tone, ¡°Stop with those bizarre concoctions of yours, I¡¯ve already had

    Cedric cut off your supply!¡±

    ¡°What?! I¡¯m doing all this for whom? How could you?¡± Hanna¡¯s voice grew shriller after her initial shock.

    Remington cut her off, ¡°You know very well for whom. Mom!¡±

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    The way Remington emphasized ¡°Mom¡± wasden with distance, irony and a bit of warning.

    Hanna paled, her breathing heavy over the phone.

    Remington didn¡¯t give her a chance to retoft, adding, ¡°Mind your own business from now on! And stop

    using the child as an excuse to bother her.¡±

    His warming was unmistakable. With that, he hung up.

    Hanna, trembling with rage, held the phone tightly in her hand. After hanging up, she took a deep

    breath to calm down, and Edith hurriedly brought her a ss of water, attempting to soothe her.

    ¡°Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, please, don¡¯t work yourself up; there¡¯s something I feel I should mention.¡±

    ¡°Out with it then!¡±

    ¡°Well, Mr. Dashiell and Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell were always careful about contraception.¡±

    ¡°Are you implying there¡¯s something wrong with Lizetta¡¯s baby?¡± Hanna¡¯s expression darkened, and

    she sat up straighter.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know about that, but they either used protection or Mr. Dashiell would ask Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell

    to take pills. That much is certain.¡±

    Hanna¡¯s face turned stormy instantly. She had been wondering why, if Lizetta was pregnant, she

    insisted on keeping it a secret and making a fuss about going abroad.

    Lizetta¡¯s first day at the dance troupe went surprisingly well.

    Besides her, there were five other leads, all passionate about dance and easy to get along with.

    Even though Lizetta was thetest addition, the day¡¯s practice brought them all into a rhythm of

    unspoken understanding.

    It had been a while since Lizetta felt this kind of experience; being among like¨Cminded individuals

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    Dancing let her forget all the worries temporarily. So, when she left the dance troupe that afternoon,

    she felt as if she was floating on air.

    Suddenly, a ck SUV screeched to a halt in front of her, its door flung open.

    Before Lizetta could react, two men in dark suits grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into the

    vehicle. The SUV sped off.

    Lizetta panicked, trying to resist, but one of the men pushed her back down and snatched her purse.

    After a moment of panic, Lizetta calmed down and furrowed her brows, ¡°Are you guys with the Dashiell

    family?¡±

    It was broad daylight, and they had just shoved her into a car in the middle of the street.

    With

    surveince cameras everywhere, if someone was going to kidnap her, this was a bold move. Things

    shouldn¡¯t work like that.

    So, she guessed these were the Dashiell family¡¯s bodyguards. Was it Remington, that jerk, upset about

    her feeding him that soup, sending these goons to settle the score?

    ¡°Is it Remington or Hanna?¡±

    ¡°Just cooperate, Mrs. Dashiell, and you won¡¯t get hurt. You¡¯ll know soon enough.¡±

    Hearing the bodyguard¡¯s words, Lizetta knew it was Hanna. Forty minutester, Lizetta was dragged

    into a hospital¡¯s maternity ward and, sure enough, Hanna was there.

    ¡°Take her in for a check¨Cup,¡± Hanna ordered the medical staff standing near her, and immediately a

    nurte came forward to pull Lizetta.

    Lizetta was startled and red at Hanna, brows furrowed, ¡°What are you gonna do to me?¡±

    Hanna snorted, ¡°Why so nervous? Just rx, it¡¯s a routine prenatal check¨Cup.¡±

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    Lizetta didn¡¯t buy it, ¡°A routine check¨Cup requires this much fuss? Let go of me; I¡¯m not going in!¡±

    She struggled to free herself from the nurse¡¯s grasp.

    Seeing this, Hanna scoffed, ¡°We¡¯re just doing an amniocentesis. Just cooperate, it¡¯s not dangerous.¡±

    With a signal from Hanna, Lizetta was forcefully dragged inside and pinned on the examination table.

    The doctor approached to prepare, and Lizetta¡¯s face paled as she started to struggle, ¡°I won¡¯t do it!

    Amniocentesis isn¡¯t a standard prenatal test. You have no right to force me into this. Let me go!¡±

    Maybe it was her fierce resistance, or perhaps Hanna needed to see the needle pierce Lizetta¡¯s belly

    herself to be reassured.

    Hanna stepped in, frowning, ¡°I¡¯m your mother¨Cinw, a family member. I¡¯ve given my consent, so the

    procedure is happening. Lizetta, you¡¯d better cooperate with the doctor to avoid getting hurt.

    So many women undergo amniocentesis. What makes you any different? A girl with no family should

    just ept her fate. You, however, think you can defy everything because Remington spoils you. Stop

    being so dramatic!¡±

    Lizetta was pinned down on the cold examination table, her clothes lifted to expose her still¨Ct belly.

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    As the doctor applied disinfectant, Lizetta¡¯s eyes zed with anger, staring down Hanna, ¡°You¡¯re

    insane! Amniocentesis is invasive and only done if there¡¯s a need during an abnormal pregnanc

    My prenatal tests have been normal. Even if you want to do early testing for Joseph¡¯spatibility, you

    can¡¯t treat me like this! What if something happens to Joy because of this? Let me go. Remi wouldn¡¯t

    allow this, either!¡±

    Hanna, seeing her struggle so vehemently, grew even more suspicious.

    Thest time, Evelina¡¯s baby had given her false hopes, and she couldn¡¯t let that happen again. She

    leaned in closer to Lizetta, her voice cold, ¡°Huh,patibility testing? Before that, you better pray that

    the child is indeed Remington¡¯s!

    And don¡¯t count on Remington saving you. He¡¯s probably more eager to know if the child is his than I

    am. Let¡¯s get on with it!¡± With that, Hanna stepped back, and the doctor approached Lizetta with a long

    needle.

    Meanwhile, at the Starlight Group headquarters.

    Marlon burst into the CEO¡¯s office, ¡°Boss, we¡¯ve got a problem!¡±

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    Remington was sitting in the lounge area with the chairman of the Bright Group, finalizing thest of the

    contracts for their joint development project.

    The man looked up upon hearing the words, his handsome features expressionless but his gaze icy. It

    was as if he was saying, ¡°Give me a good reason, or you¡¯re out.¡±

    Remington had thrown up that morning and hadn¡¯t had much of an appetite all day. Hungry and having

    fought with his wife, the CEO was more than a little terrifying.

    Cedric felt a shiver run down his spine as he quickly approached, leaning in to whisper to Remington.

    ¡°Your wife was forcibly taken to the hospital by your mother.¡±

    Before he could finish, Remington¡¯s expression changed ever so slightly before heposed himself.

    He extended his hand to Mr. Bright, saying, ¡°Mr. Bright, apologies for the family matter. The Starlight

    Group is willing to give up another point in the profit share. I¡¯ll let Mr. Grover discuss the rest with you.¡±

    Mr. Bright, hearing that Remington was willing to concede a point, immediately let go of any

    displeasure. He stood up, smiling, and wanted to say, ¡°Mr. Dashiell, please, go ahead.¡±

    But before he could reply, Remington had already vanished from the office. Mr. Bright stroked his chin,

    wondering what on earth happened.

    He had never seen this Dashiell Group¡¯s CEO, who, though young, was always able to remain

    composed and sophisticated in the business world, be irritable.

    On the operating table.

    Lizetta felt a chill to her bones upon hearing Hanna¡¯s words. Held down firmly, she suddenly lost all

    strength to struggle.

    She stared at Hanna, lips quivering, ¡°Remi would never¡­¡±

    Hanna scoffed, ¡°No matter how much he loves you, he will not allow the Dashiell family bloodline to be

    tainted. The necessary checks must be carried out!¡±

    Feeling as if her blood had turned to ice, Lizetta let out a hollowugh, almost in despair, and closed

    her

    eyes.

    She stopped trying to struggle, knowing it was futile, ¡°Just let me be. I¡¯ll cooperate.¡±

    She spoke with difficulty, word by word. She felt humiliated enough and didn¡¯t want to be treated like an

    object any longer.

    The nurses looked to Hanna, who nodded.

    ¡°If only you had cooperated like this from the start.¡±

    The nurses backed off slightly, and the doctor found the spot to insert the needle.

    As the needle pierced her skin, followed by the burning pain, Lizetta clenched the sides of the

    operating table, her knuckles turning white.

    She turned her head, a tear escaping her eye. She thought to herself, ¡°Joy, I¡¯m sorry. I can¡¯t protect

    you. All I can do is lie here passively, trying to minimize the harm to you. Am I a disappointment, Joy?

    Do y feel let down by your mom?¡±

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    With a bang, the door was suddenly thrown open, and someone rushed in.

    But it was toote; the procedure was already done, the needle withdrawn. Lizetta kept her eyes

    closed, not moving, just gripping the sides of the table, her hands trembling slightly.

    She thought it was Remington and didn¡¯t want to see him. However, the footsteps hurried over, and the

    voice that spoke wasn¡¯t Remington¡¯s.

    ¡°Liz? How are you? What is this madness? Ignoring a patient¡¯s wishes, have you no medical ethics?¡±

    It was Hogan. Lizetta¡¯s eyes snapped open, ¡°Hogan?¡±

    He took Lizetta¡¯s hand, sliding his arm around her shoulder, and gently lifted her from the table, asking

    with concern, ¡°Are you alright? Sorry, I¡¯mte.¡±

    He had been at a farewell dinner a colleague insisted on hosting at a restaurant across from the

    hospital.

    Afterwards, a colleague mentioned returning a couple of medical books he had borrowed, so he

    decided to swing by the hospital to pick them up.

    Just then, he overheard two nurses chatting about how tough it was to be a wealthy matron, who had

    to be forcefully brought in for an amniocentesis.

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    Hogan looked at Lizetta¡¯s pale and fragile figure, his heart aching with regret and sorrow. He med

    himself for not being there sooner, for not protecting her from this humiliation and distress. She must

    have been terrified.

    ¡°It¡¯s okay, having you here is already a greatfort,¡± at least, it made her feel less alone.

    ¡°It¡¯s you! Well, Lizetta, the baby you¡¯re carrying, couldn¡¯t possibly be his, could it?¡± Brows knitted,

    Hanna eyed Hogan, who was helping Lizetta to her feet, with suspicion clearly written across her face.

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    Lizetta clenched her fists, her gaze fierce as she stared at Hanna; she retorted coldly, ¡°Yes, the baby

    I¡¯m carrying has nothing to do with Remington. You can drop your hopes!¡±

    Her Joy was hers alone. Given Hanna¡¯s attitude towards her, Lizetta was determined not to make

    things easy for her.

    What Hanna cared about most was whether Lizetta¡¯s baby could save Joseph, so Lizetta took delight in

    provoking her. To death with her!

    ¡°What did you just say? Repeat that!¡± Demanded a familiar, deep male voice suddenly from the

    doorway. Lizetta froze, slowly turning her head to see Remington, who had seemingly arrived in a

    hurry, his chest still heaving slightly, an imposing aura surrounding him.

    The tension in the operating room spiked, silence enveloping everyone like a cold front.

    As Lizetta locked eyes with Remington, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

    She hadn¡¯t expected Remington to overhear such words. His reaction, that look in his eyes; was almost

    laughable.

    Did Hanna¡¯s disbelief extend to him as well? Did he also doubt that Joy was his flesh and blood? Or,

    was Hanna¡¯s behavior actually condoned by him?

    Lizettacked the strength to discern the truth. Since he had heard, then let it be. She defiantly lifted

    the corners of her mouth and said to Remington, ¡°Fine, I¡¯ll say it again. Remington, this child is not

    yours. Are! you happy now?!¡±

    Remington¡¯s forehead veins bulged visibly, his sharp gaze bing even more¡¯piercing.

    ¡°Remington! You heard her, didn¡¯t you?! She admitted it herself! She¡¯s so shameless, unbelievable,¡±

    Hanna finally caught on from the bombshell, her voice sharp with utter indignation,

    But before she could finish, Remington sternly cut her off, ¡°Enough!¡±

    Hismand, along with his predatory re, made Hanna¡¯s skin crawl, her voice abruptly stopping.

    Remington stepped forward, moving closer to Lizetta, who, unsure of his intentions, immediately

    leaned on Hogan for support, saying, ¡°Hogan, help me leave. I want to get out of here.¡±

    She barely had any strength left. Hogan nodded, quickly supporting Lizetta by the arm and shoulder.

    Seeing Lizetta so averse to him yet fully relying on Hogan, a surge of anger roiled in Remington¡¯s eyes.

    He blocked their way out, forcing Lizetta to¡¯face him.

    ¡°The amniotic fluid has been drawn. You¡¯ve got what you wanted. Can¡¯t I leave now? Or do you n to

    wait for the DNA test results and then dispose of my child right here before you¡¯ll let me go?¡±

    Her face pale, pearls of sweat seeping through the skin, the aura around her was icily sharp.

    Meeting her gaze, Remington felt as if thousands of invisible needles were pricking his heart. His fists

    clenched tightly, lips parting as if to speak, yet no words came out.

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    ¡°Remington, you can¡¯t just let them walk away like that. Make things clear before anyone leaves!¡±

    Hanna saw Lizetta trying to leave and frowned, her voice stern and loud.

    Lizetta just stared back at Remington, her eyes filled with mockery. Remington¡¯s grip tightened, and he

    stepped aside to let them pass.

    Hogan then helped Lizetta past him, taking her out first.

    ¡°Remington, how could you, Ah!¡±

    Hanna started to protest as he let them go but was cut off when Remington turned back, snatched a

    syringe from the doctor¡¯s hand before it could be put away.

    With a quick twist and pull, the needle bent and broke, piercing through the skin of his palm. Remington

    clutched the syringe, his force nearly crushing it, the extracted liquid mixing with the blood from his

    palm, dripping onto the floor.

    Everything was ruined. Hanna¡¯s eyes widened in shock as she rushed forward to snatch the syringe,

    eximing, ¡°Remington! What are you doing?! Didn¡¯t you hear what Lizetta just said? She confessed.¡±

    ¡°Enough!¡±

    Remington cut her off again, his voice cold as he threw the remnants of the syringe away.

    His gaze was sharp as a de, his voice icy.

    ¡°Ah!¡± The syringe flew past Hanna¡¯s ear, making her pale and sping her ear, she scream in shock.

    The doctor and nurses present shrank back, not daring to breathe too loudly. Remington scanned the

    room coldly andmanded, ¡°Everyone involved, your licenses are revoked, and you all are fired!¡±

    The director, who had just arrived, wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly agreed, ¡°Understood.¡±

    But the doctor and nurses were shocked, their faces pale as they protested their innocence.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell! You can¡¯t do this; we were just following Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s orders!¡±

    ¡°You can¡¯t revoke my medical license; Mrs. Dashiell consented to the procedure. I didn¡¯t break any

    rules!¡±

    ¡°We couldn¡¯t defy Mrs. Dashiell¡¯s orders!¡±

    But Remington remained unyielding, his expression cold.

    He raised his voice indifferently, ¡°Ignoring a patient¡¯s wishes, is that not a breach of ethics? The

    Dashiell Group¡¯s hospital is not some back¨Calley clinic!¡±

    Even under Hanna¡¯s pressure, a doctor, a person, should have their principles!

    Turning, Remington strode away, but a nurse, desperate, ran in front of him, falling to her knees and

    begging in tears.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, my family depends on my ie. It was just an amniocentesis, and Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell

    wasn¡¯t harmed. You can¡¯t crush us without mercy, not leaving us any way out!¡±

    Remington looked down at her with a chilling gaze, his lips curling in contempt, ¡°She begged you too,

    didn¡¯t she? When you went after my wife and child, did you show any mercy?¡±

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    The nurse was frightened by his icy stare and copsed on the floor. Remington stepped over her

    without pause.

    Leaving the operating room, he ordered, ¡°Take my mom home, and ensure she¡¯s well cared for!¡±

    In the operating room.

    After Remington left, the medical staff turned to Hanna, their careers and futures destroyed, their

    licenses revoked, and expelled from the hospital, their livelihoods uncertain.

    They vented their panic and anger op Hanna, surrounding her, pulling and hitting. Hanna screamed

    non¨Cstop.

    Lizetta, supported by Hogan, stepped out of the building into the dark, chilly night. She seemed a bit.

    shaken, her body trembling slightly.

    Hogan immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around her, asking with concern, ¡°Can you make

    it?¡®If you¡¯re not feeling well, maybe you should stay in the hospital for observation.¡±

    Lizetta gave him a weak smile, ¡°I¡¯m fine, really. I just want to go home. Did you drive here? Could you

    please give me a lift?¡±

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    She was exhausted and without the energy to hail a cab, not to mention her bag and phone had been

    snatched by Hanna¡¯s security earlier.

    ¡°My car¡¯s in the lot, maybe I can carry you there?¡± Hogan offered, noticing Lizetta¡¯s paleplexion.

    Lizetta shook her head, ¡°I can walk.¡±

    Despite her determination, Hogan disagreed, ¡°Better not push yourself. Just wait here for a moment.¡±

    With that, he let go of Lizetta and hurried off.

    He returned with a wheelchair, but before he could reach her, a towering figure strode towards Lizetta

    and, without a word, scooped her up and headed outside, followed closely by a group of men in ck.

    Hogan dashed after them, abandoning the wheelchair, but it was toote. Lizetta was already being

    whisked away in Remington¡¯s car, leaving behind only Hogan¡¯s coat on the ground.

    In the car, Lizetta was seated on Remington¡¯sp, his arms wrapped around her. She didn¡¯t struggle,

    though the ce where she¡¯d been injected felt oddly numb, possibly from the stress.

    Worried about Joy, she dared not move much. The partition was raised, making the once spacious

    backseat feel ustrophobic.

    Remington¡¯s onceforting presence now only added to her extreme irritation. Lizetta attempted to

    free herself, prompting Remington to hold her even tighter; head bowed, he asked with concem,

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Feeling ufortable?¡±

    Lizetta looked up, her gaze dull, and asked, ¡°Can you let me go, please?¡±

    Remington, feeling a tightness in his chest at her expression, covered her eyes with one hand and

    loosened his tie with the other, pleading softly, ¡°Don¡¯t look at me like that.¡±

    Freed from his grasp, Lizetta moved to sit by herself, turning to look out the window and coldly said,

    ¡°Take me to Yoli¡¯s. I don¡¯t want to go back with you.¡±

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    Remington¡¯s mood darkened at herplete rejection and refusal to even nce his way. He tried

    calm his roiling emotions and gently stroked her hair, softly saying, ¡°Come on, let¡¯s go back to Oakridge

    Heights.

    He intended to exin that he had arranged for a private doctor to stay at Oakridge Heights, believing

    she needed bed rest and medical supervision for a couple of days. He couldn¡¯t trust her safety if she

    went to Ynda¡¯s.

    However, before he could finish, Lizetta, seemingly reaching her breaking point, pped his hand away

    and turned to mock him callously, ¡°Go back to Oakridge Heights for what? So you can control me as

    you want? If you¡¯re not taking me to Yoli¡¯s, then stop the car! Now!¡±

    Her sudden outburst made her pull at the door and bang on the window. Concerned she might hurt

    herself, Remington quickly reached out and scooped her back onto hisp, holding her tightly.

    As Lizetta struggled in frustration, Remington asked in a deep, troubled voice, ¡°Do you really hate me

    that much?¡±

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    ¡°Yes! Let me go. You¡¯ve got what you wanted, whether it¡¯s for a paternity test or matching for something

    else, I can¡¯t fight back! Can¡¯t you just leave me alone for now?¡±

    Hearing her words filled with resentment, Remington felt a heavy ache in his heart. He gripped Lizetta¡¯s

    chin, forcing her to look at him, his eyes clouded with darkness as he rasped.

    ¡°Lizetta, before you convict me, at least give me a chance to defend myself. Even a murderer gets a

    chance to prove their innocence. Am I already condemned to death in your eyes?¡±

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    His voice held a restrained emotion that Lizetta couldn¡¯t quite grasp, nor did she want to, but slowly she

    calmed down.

    ¡°Easy now, let¡¯s talk.¡±

    Seeing her regain herposure, Remington let out a sigh of rellef and leaned down to kiss Lizetta¡¯s

    forehead.

    But as his lips touched her, she stiffened uncontrobly. A shadow passed over Remington¡¯s eyes, the

    neon lights from outside slicing his stern profile into intermittently dark and light segments, casting an

    eerie glow.

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    Lizetta felt a shiver in her heart and finally spoke up, ¡°Alright, go ahead. I¡¯m listening!

    Her face was still full of resistance, a look of having toply rather than wanting to, making

    Remington feel utterly powerless.

    He swallowed hard, his patience reaching its limit as he grabbed Lizetta¡¯s chin with a frosty tone, full of

    anger, ¡°Before that, shouldn¡¯t you exin to me what you meant by saying the child isn¡¯t mine, huh?¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s cold gaze suddenly zed with anger at his usatory tone, ¡°What¡¯s there to exin?¡±

    Her defiant words were suddenly silenced by his kiss.

    Lizetta was held tight, her lips forcibly parted in his usual dominating and irresistible manner.

    Remington felt her slipping away from him more and more. He wanted her to trust and rely on him like

    before, but his efforts seemed to always backfire.

    He desperately wanted to prove something with this intimacy, but the deeper he kissed, the more he

    realized theck of response from the woman in his arms.

    She didn¡¯t struggle, nor did she respond, like a doll without a shell at his mercy.

    Anger surged within Remington, his hand moving through her hair, his thumb caressing the sensitive

    areal behind her ear. His other hand lifted the hem of her shirt, reaching in from behind.

    Lizetta didn¡¯t even realize how well he knew her body, sumbing to his subtle and persistent

    seduction, finally showing some response.

    It wasn¡¯t until his hand slid from her side waist to her lower abdomen, ovepping with her hand that

    was covering her stomach, caressing the baby, that she couldn¡¯t control her tears anymore, whimpering

    softly.

    Remington then pulled away from her lips, gently rubbing her nose, saying, ¡°Take back your spiteful

    words!¡± He knew she was acting out of spite without really doubting her, yet he still forced her to retract

    her words.

    Lizetta, feeling both angry and wronged, bit her lip, refusing to speak. His hand threatened to wander

    again, and Lizetta finally cried out in protest, ¡°I didn¡¯t say anything wrong. Joy has nothing to do with

    you: she¡¯s mine alone!¡±

    Remington¡¯s dark expression finally cleared, his palm resting lightly on Lizetta¡¯s stomach, mocking

    gently, ¡°So you mean to say, how did you conceive on your own? Yours, huh? Impressive, a virgin

    birth?¡±

    Lizetta bit her lip, turning her head away, her voice cold, ¡°The amniotic fluid was drawn; just go do a

    DNA

    test if you¡¯re so inclined. Whose do you want to test? Hogan¡¯s?¡±

    Before she could finish, Remington abruptly grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him again.

    Lizetta couldn¡¯t make a sound, as he stared down at her, ¡°Always pushing my buttons; don¡¯t provoke

    me on purpose!¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s eyes reddened, making her pale face appear even more delicate.

    A pang of pain crossed Remington¡¯s heart; he released her, saying in a deep voice, ¡°I never doubted

    you. The drawn amniotic fluid is gone; no one will do a paternity test, nor a match test.¡±

    Lizetta looked at him, stunned. She was surprised; today¡¯s events had hurt her more mentally than

    physically.

    Having a paternity test was an insult to her. A match test would make her feel like Joy was just a

    commodity; she felt she had wronged Joy, bringing her into the world in such a demeaning way.

    But Remington said the amniotic fluid was gone. Lizetta felt somewhat touched andforted, her rigid

    body gradually rxing.

    Remington breathed a sigh of relief, gently smoothing her slightly disheveled hair.

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    ¡°I had no clue about today¡¯s events until I heard the news and rushed to the hospital immediately.

    Sadly, I

    was still toote.¡±

    Lizetta¡¯s gaze flickered slightly, her expression still cool. She began to speak, her voice trembling

    slightly.

    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter whether you¡¯re involved or not; Joy was hurt for no reason. You me me for

    insisting on dancing, using me of neglecting Joy¡¯s safety, but I¡¯ve always taken good care of Joy! It¡¯s

    you, as a father, who has failed, not worthy of being Joy¡¯s dad.¡±

    Her heart ached twice. Once was when she heard about him and Ste, copsing on the street,

    agonized at the thought of losing Joy. The other time was today, which likely meant a few days in bed

    to recover.

    Remington held Lizetta, epting her usations without a word. He kissed her brows, nose, and

    cheeks, softly saying. ¡°Honey, I¡¯m sorry. I indeed failed to take care of you and Joy.

    There¡¯s no way my mom would do something like this without reason. There must be more to it, and I

    will find out, giving you and Joy an exnation.

    I¡¯m Joy¡¯s dad, and just like you, I won¡¯t let anyone harm our child, nor will I let off anyone who tries to

    hurt you and Joy. Trust me, okay?¡±

    His hand gently caressed Lizetta¡¯s cheek, his voice deep. Lizetta noticed a faint smell, of blood, and

    upon looking down, she saw his palm was wounded, covered in a scab.

    Her eyshes fluttered, and she eventually nodded.

    ¡°Then you investigate. Once it¡¯s over, take me back to Yoli¡¯s ce.¡±

    ¡°Alright, once everything is settled, and you¡¯ve recovered, you¡¯re free to go wherever you want. For

    now, please, no stubbornness, okay? Your health is what matters most, agreed?¡±

    Lizetta nodded, her heart also harboring suspicions. Thest time Evelina was forcibly ced on the

    operating table by her grandma for an amniocentesis.

    Just yesterday, she had a confrontation with Evelina in the diner, and today, she found herself on the

    operating table, subjected to the same procedure.

    It all seemed too coincidental, likely Evelina¡¯s doing. She decided to trust Remington once more,

    curious to see how he would handle Evelina this time.

    ¡°Tired? Sleep now.¡±

    At the sight of her agreement, Remington¡¯s stern expression finally softened. He adjusted her position

    to make her morefortable in his arms and spoke softly.

    Lizetta, truly exhausted, didn¡¯t have the energy to argue further. She rested in his arms, closing her

    eyes.

    Remington held her all the way, instructing the driver to drive even smoother. Upon reaching Oakridge

    Heights, he covered Lizetta with a nket, carrying her and the nket back to the bedroom, gently

    cing her on the bed.

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    He tidied her disheveled hair and nted a soft kiss on her forehead, adjusting the bedsidemp

    before leaving the room.

    Downstairs, Ray was already waiting. Upon seeing him, Ray reported, ¡°It was Edith gossiping with Mrs.

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    Hanna Dashiell, mentioning you and Mrs. Lizetta Dashiell always took precautions, which led her to

    suspect.*

    ¡°And the person behind Edith?¡±

    Edith had no direct conflict with Lizetta, making her actions unnecessary. Clearly, someone else was

    stirring trouble.

    ¡°Edith refused to say, only admitting Mrs. Hanna Dashiell ordered her to keep an eye on you and Mrs.

    Lizetta Dashiell, reporting everything in detail.

    But I found out Edith reteived a mysterious call this morning, the records were deleted, but after data

    recovery, we traced the call¡¯s location to the Hawthorne family mansion.¡±

    Remington¡¯s expression remained unchanged, the answer not surprising him in the least. He

    remembered the night he fell ill with a fever, Evelina showed up in Oakridge Heights¡® bedroomte at

    night.

    At that time, Evelina imed she found the door open, confirming Edith was indeed a very ¡°loyal¡±

    servant. Not the first time she had betrayed her duties.

    With a sharp look in his eyes, Remington stepped out with Ray, striding away.

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    In the courtyard, Edith''s face was as pale as sheet, watched over by two bodyguards.

    Upon seeing Remington emerge, Edith immediately broke free from the bodyguards and rushed

    forward, dropping to her knees with a thud. She opened her mouth, hoping to plead for mercy, but

    Remington was concerned she might wake Lizetta, who was sleeping upstairs.

    With a nce from him, the bodyguard covered Edith''s mouth and dragged her away.

    "Mmmph."

    Tears and snot streamed down Edith''s face as she was filled with regret and fear. She knew if she

    couldn''t seize this opportunity to plead for herself, what awaited her would be severe punishment.

    But Remington obviously didn''t give her that chance. Edith watched helplessly as the man got into his

    car, which then sped away.

    Despair filled Edith''s eyes as the two bodyguards dragged her out of Oakridge Heights.

    "Get lost, you traitor," one of the bodyguards sneered.

    They didn''t do anything to her, yet Edith felt even more terrified. She got up from the ground, "Mr.

    Dashiell is really letting me go?"

    The bodyguard turned back with a coldugh, "You better go home and see for yourself."

    Edith had meddled with Remington''s wife and baby, and in fairness, Remington retaliated against

    Edith''s husband and son.

    Initially, Edith was bribed to betray her employer and let Evelina into Oakridge Heights because her

    husband and son had fallen into gambling addiction, owing arge sum of gambling debts. This time,

    Remington made them gamble even more, owe even more.

    Edith had betrayed her boss; the home she tried to preserve would be probably gone. Having offended

    Remington, she could no longer make a living in Zion City.

    Edith understood this. As the bodyguards left, she swayed and sat down hard on the ground.

    Half an hourter, at Riverbend Abbey.

    Remington entered the foyer with a grim face. Hanna, sitting on the couch with a sour expression,

    stood up.

    Beside her were two stoic bodyguards, both Ray''s men. Highly skilled and stubborn, they only took

    orders from Remington.

    They ignored Hanna''smands, having brought her back from the hospital and watched over her

    closely, which had been driving Hanna mad.

    As Hanna saw Remington walk in, her anger surged. She grabbed the ashtray from the table and

    hurled it at him.

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    "Remington!"

    With a bang, the ashtray missed as Remington stepped aside, and it crashed into a vase behind him,

    sending porcin shards scattering across the floor. That vase was a treasure Hanna had won at an

    auction, and she immediately felt a twinge of loss.

    "What exactly are you doing! I am your mother, Lizetta''s mother-inw. I just wanted her to have a

    simple amniocentesis test. What''s the big deal? Why treat me like this, as if I''m some sort of criminal

    under surveince?"

    Hanna was incredulous that Remington would make such a fuss over this, treating his own mother this

    way.

    She questioned furiously, while Remington stood there, his expression impassive, his voice calm, "I''m

    here to inform you that from today onwards, these two will apany you at all times to ensure your

    safety, until my wife safely delivers our child."

    What he called ensuring her safety was essentially keeping a close watch on her, restricting her

    freedom, monitoring her every move.

    Hanna couldn''t believe what she was hearing, her vision darkening with rage. But Remington showed

    no intention of discussing it further. He turned to leave as soon as he had spoken.

    In a fury, Hanna skirted the coffee table and caught up to him, "You ungrateful son! Taking advantage of

    your father''s absence to treat me with such disrespect? Stop right there!"

    However, Remington didn''t stop, his cold demeanor unchanging. Hanna dashed forward, stopping

    Remington.

    Seeing he was serious, Hanna started to panic, her expression shifting as her eyes reddened with a

    sorrowful plea.

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    "Remington,e on, I''m your mom. You really think I''d do anything to hurt you?

    Just think about it yourself. You and Lizetta have been careful, right? So why the big secret when she

    got pregnant before and suddenly needed to ''study abroad''?

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    And now, I''ve been making her those nutritious soups, and she won''t touch them. I even heard she

    joined some dance troupe, nning to perform while she''s pregnant! Clearly, she''s trying to endanger

    the pregnancy. With all these shady moves, can you me me for wanting to dig a little deeper?

    I can''t stand by and watch her deceive you. In the clinic today, she admitted it herself that the baby isn''t

    yours."

    Remington clenched his fists, his handsome face clouded with frustration, unable to listen anymore. He

    slowly turned to face Hanna, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he spoke. "Mom, what really

    bothers you? That I might be getting duped, or whether this baby could potentially match with Joseph?

    You think I''m an idiot, unable to see through this?"

    If Hanna was really concerned about him being cuckolded, about his feelings, wouldn''t she try to shield

    him from this, minimize the hurt?

    But no, that was not Hanna. She was only fixated on whether this child could be a match for Joseph,

    furious at the thought the baby might not be his, meaning Joseph lost another chance at a cure. Hanna

    was pinned under his hawk-like, sharp gaze, her expression frozen, guilt written all over her face.

    She licked her lips nervously, attempting to mask her anxiety, "Remington, you can''t think of me like

    that. You were my firstborn; how could I not care about you?

    Even if it''s for Joseph, he''s your brother, your flesh and blood. As the eldest, don''t you want him to find

    a match, to get better? Why get so angry over your child potentially being a match for Joseph?"

    Hanna''s voice grew louder and more assertive as she spoke. Remington, observing herck of

    remorse or guilt, felt a chill in his heart despite long having lost any illusions about maternal affection.

    With a mocking glint in his eye, he let out a dryugh and leaned closer to Hanna, his voice a low

    growl, "Since the day I was born, have you ever truly seen me as your child? Or am I just the monster

    who ''took'' your three children from you?

    You can''t stand to see me have a single day of peace and certainly wouldn''t treat my wife and child

    kindly, right, Mom?"

    Remington''s voice was calm, but to Hanna, it was thunderous, shattering years of pretense in their

    rtionship.

    His gaze was cold and mocking, cutting through Hanna''s defenses like a sword. She trembled, her grip

    on Remington''s arm weakening as she stepped back, clutching her chest, eventually copsing to the

    ground.

    "No, that''s not true! I didn''t have the thought. How could you think that of your mom?" Hanna mumbled,

    shaking her head in denial.

    Her voice suddenly became shrill, "No! It''s your fault! Just because that little witch Lizetta felt a bit

    wronged, Remington, you''d turn against your own mother like this?! You rebel! People say you''re cold-

    hearted and ruthless, and they''re right!"

    But Remington had already turned away, his strides taking him out of the vi. The insults from behind

    faintly reached him, but he kept walking, leaving Riverbend Abbey behind.

    Outside, the sky was overcast, not a star in sight.

    Alone, Remington''s figure seemed particrly isted. He thought, if there was such a thing as a

    cursed bond between a mother and her child, then he and Hanna were perhaps destined to be that

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    Lizetta''s sleep was anything but restful. In her dream, she was transported back to the summer she

    was eleven.

    That day, she had received her prize money from apetition and had dashed off to the mall after

    school to buy a diamond-encrusted business pen she had been eyeing for a while.

    It was meant to be a gift for her brother, but when she returned to their family mansion, she overheard

    the servants talking and learned that Remington was leaving for studies abroad. That evening, the

    Temples had thrown him a farewell party.

    His departure meant he would be gone for years. She waited on the tree-lined path outside the

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    As he stepped out of the car, she stumbled over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and

    looked up at him through tear-filled eyes.

    "Remi, why do you have to go? There are good universities here too. Why go abroad?"

    "I have to. There''s a reason I must go."

    "But I don''t want us to be apart."

    "I''m sorry, Liz. I can''t watch over you as you grow up."

    "Can''t Ie with you? Food abroad is terrible; you won''t like it. I can cook for you, take care of you.

    I''m really good at it!"

    "No. I''ll be too busy to look after you."

    "But I don''t need." she still tried to fight for it.

    He gently touched her head, shaking it firmly, "Liz, be good. I have to go."

    Back then, she didn''t understand why he had to leave. Now, she did. His unavoidable reason was

    Ste. He had left abroad for many years just to find Ste. The dream shifted abruptly to an operating

    room.

    Lizetta was strapped down on the operating table, while Hanna, with a fierce look in her eyes, urged

    the doctor, "Cut her open! I need to save my Joseph; it''s almost toote!" As the doctor approached

    with a scalpel, she struggled and screamed.

    "You can''t do this to me. Remi won''t let you hurt us."

    "Ha, who do you think you are? Ste''s back; she''s the one Remington is marrying. She''s pregnant,

    and your child is just a blood bag to save Joseph!"

    "No, that can''t be true!"

    In disbelief, she struggled but then saw Remington walk in, with a pregnant Ste by his side. He

    tenderly supported Ste, giving Lizetta a cold look before ordering the doctor.

    "Do it!"

    "No! I won''t allow it! Get away!" Lizetta suddenly screamed, iling her arms in the air. Until a warm,

    steady force grabbed her, and a familiar voice called out. "Liz, Lizetta! Wake up!"

    Her eyes snapped open to see Remington''s familiar handsome face next to her, his brows furrowed

    with evident concern.

    "Nightmare? Don''t worry; I''m here."

    Hearing hisforting voice and feeling hisrge hand gently patting her back, Lizetta had a moment

    of disorientation, as if still in her dream.

    When she had nightmares as a child, he hadforted her in the same way. If only he hadn''t gone

    abroad, hadn''t met Ste, hadn''t grown distant, how wonderful it would have been. But even then, she

    wasn''t his first choice. And now, she was even less likely to be.

    "I''m okay now."

    Lizetta''s gaze cleared, and she pushed Remington away, trying to sit up. But Remington wrapped his

    arms around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace, murmuring. "Even if you''re okay, lie down.

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    Lizetta nestled against his chest, feeling the steady and strong beat of his heart, her body rigid.

    He could sense her silent resistance. A shadow of mncholy crossed his eyes as he leaned down to

    kiss her slightly damp hair, asking softly, "What did you dream about?"

    Lizetta didn''t want to share, deflecting instead, "When did you get back? Did you sort everything out?"

    The grip Remington had around Lizetta''s waist tightened slightly, his gaze turning darker. Her

    frightened expression and reaction in her sleep were both heart-wrenching and familiar to him. As a

    child, she often had nightmares.

    Wakened by him, she''d snuggle into his embrace and without waiting for him to ask, she''d start

    chattering nonstop.

    She used to say talking about nightmares made her less afraid, piling up little bits of wisdom that were

    just excuses to linger in his arms a bit longer.

    But now, her reactions were theplete opposite. She was drifting further away from him.

    With a wistful smile and a swallow, Remington shared the oues of his inquiries with her, "You won''t

    have to deal with Edith again. As for my mother, with bodyguards on her, she won''t be able to bother

    you anymore."

    Lizetta felt a stir of emotion at his words.

    Edith was one thing, but she hadn''t expected Remington to go as far as to have bodyguards constantly

    surveil Hanna.

    After all, Hanna was his mother, the esteemed Mrs. Dashiell. ustomed to luxury and pride, being

    monitored by bodyguards day and night would be as suffocating and humiliating as prison for Hanna.

    Lizetta truly hadn''t anticipated Remington would take such a step. A tingling sourness touched her

    nose, and she bit her lip harder to clear her mind, not to be swayed by his bits of kindness.

    Joy was his child too. He was probably doing all this for his own flesh and blood. It was his duty, after

    all.

    Moreover, she hadn''t forgotten that he mentioned Edith and Hanna but not a word about Evelina.

    "What about Evelina?"

    Evelina was carrying Quentin''s posthumous child, and Quentin was Ste''s brother. He could be strict

    with Hanna but was he still shielding Evelina to the end?

    Lizetta held her breath slightly, her hand moving under her shirt to rest on her abdomen.

    Evelina was the root cause. Joy was safe this time, but what about the next?

    Evelina''s repeated provocations relied on the West family lineage in her womb, believing Remington

    wouldn''t punish her severely.

    If he still treated her with kid gloves, Lizetta would be utterly disheartened.

    "The Hawthorne family''s investment? Pull it," Remington said coldly.

    Without the investment, the Hawthorne family would faceplete bankruptcy. Evelina had always

    prided herself on her status as a wealthy heiress, seeing herself above others. Bankruptcy would be a

    massive blow to someone like Evelina.

    Considering Joy was unharmed and Remington took these steps clearly siding with her and their child,

    Lizetta felt she should be satisfied. Yet, she couldn''t shake off a lingering difort.

    Maybe it was because,pared to driving Edith''s family out of Zion City and directly restricting

    Hanna''s freedom, Remington still held back when it came to Evelina.

    He wouldn''t touch Evelina directly, only targeting the Hawthorne family, probably still considering the

    child Evelina was carrying. Did that child, connected to the West family, weigh more in his heart than

    even Hanna?

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    "Why the silence all of a sudden?" Remington, noticing Lizetta hadn''t spoken for a while, looked down

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    Lizetta felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and she was in no mood for further conversation.

    She just nodded, her voice dry, "I got it, thanks for standing up for me and Joy, ouch!"

    Before she could finish, her wrist was gripped tightly by Remington, his strength surprising enough to

    make her cry out.

    She looked up, frowning at Remington, "What the heck? You''re hurting me!"

    Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, and Remington''s expression darkened, though he slightly loosened

    his grip as he coldly said, "Do you really have to talk to me like that, Lizetta?"

    Now Lizetta was irritated, snatching her hand back, "How am I talking? I''m saying thank you, and even

    that''s wrong now? If you don''t like the way I speak, go bother someone else, like Evelina or Ste."

    "Enough! I''m talking about your issue; why drag them into this?"

    Remington''s handsome face turned gloomy as he interrupted Lizetta. Seeing his barely controlled rage

    was almostughable to her.

    She could tell he was particrly upset because she mentioned Ste. She used to be scared of

    making him angry, always bing meek in response, but now she couldn''t care less.

    Lizetta gave a mockingugh, "My issue? I don''t see any problem with me, and even if there was,

    we''re getting divorced, so it''s none of your business."

    Remington, seeing her defiant expression, felt his temper rising. He worried that if they kept arguing, he

    might lose control and pin her down as punishment, although he knew he couldn''ty a finger on her

    given her condition.

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    A frustration burned within him, and nodding, he uttered in a gruff tone, "Fine, I won''t interfere!"

    The man''s tall figure sprang out of the bed, he stormed out of the room, mming the door behind him.

    The sound echoed through the quiet house, hitting Lizetta like a physical blow and causing her heart to

    race, struggling to calm down. Tears involuntarily rolled down her cheeks as she copsed back onto

    the bed, feeling weak.

    When Cedric entered with the new maid, the living room was thick with the smell of smoke. Remington

    stood alone by the window, a solitary figure, with a few cigarette butts in the ashtray on a nearby table.

    "Sir, this is the new maid, Lina. She''s trustworthy."

    Remington nced at Lina, and then nodding, instructed, "Take care of her, see if she needs anything

    or wants something to eat."

    Lina hurried upstairs, and shortly after, she came back down quickly.

    Remington, still standing there, cast a nce over her. Although he didn''t ask, Lina took the initiative to

    report sensitively, "Sir, thedy said she was hungry and asked for anything to be brought up." Hungry,

    willing to eat, that was a good sign. Remington waved her off, "Then go make something."

    Lina nodded, hesitating before adding, "She seemed like she had been crying; her eyes were red."

    After saying that, she hurried into the kitchen.

    Remington''s brows furrowed more deeply, identally snapping the cigarette between his fingers.

    Still worried, he went upstairs and opened the bedroom door, only to find Lizetta trying to get out of

    bed, her legs giving way, about to fall.

    Panicked, he rushed forward, catching her just in time.

    "Thank you," Lizetta hadn''t expected to be so weak, her voice shaky.

    "What are you doing out of bed? Besides thank you, can''t you say anything else?"

    Remington''s displeased voice came from above her; Lizetta turned slightly, surprised. She thought he

    had left, assuming it was Lina who hade in.

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    Remington clearly had enough of her sarcasticments. Without another word, he scooped her up,

    intending to tuck her into bed.

    Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "I really need a shower."

    "No, you can''t do that. The doc said you can''t shower today," Remington firmly denied. "You''re not a

    doctor."

    "I asked the doctor!" he asserted with conviction, clearly having done his homework.

    Lizetta felt a twinge in her heart.

    She had thought Remington was like Hanna, only caring about whether Joy could save Joseph''s life;

    and she thought that''s why he chased her down. Maybe she had him all wrong.

    After all, he didn''t push Hanna to get tested and even took the time to ask the doctor about these

    precautions. It all told that he did care about the baby.

    "I just want to wipe down a bit. I feel like I''m starting to stink," Lizetta muttered softly.

    Having spent a long day dancing at the troupe, she nned to shower in the evening. However, after

    being rushed to the hospital and sweating out of stress, she felt grimy.

    Unexpectedly, Remington leaned in, deeply inhaling her scent.

    Lizetta turned her head away in embarrassment, "Stop sniffing!"

    Looking at her slightly flushed ears, Remington felt his irritation dissolve into thin air.

    With a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow, he teased, "What''s the rush? It''s not like you''re in front of

    your fans. Or do you still care about keeping up appearances in front of me?"

    Lizetta was speechless. Her dance videos on Twitter, though faceless, had indeed attracted a male

    following. She didn''t realize Remington knew about that.

    Caught off guard, Remingtonid her down on the bed, patting her head, and added, "Can''t you rx

    around your husband?"

    Lizetta turned her head away, muttering, "Not for much longer."

    This time, Remington didn''t get mad; instead, he let out a cold chuckle, "Dream on about the divorce."

    "But we''ve already filed for it. In twenty-three days, we can officially part ways."

    "You''ve got it all figured out, huh? But let me tell you straight, even when that dayes, I won''t be

    there. Give up on the idea of divorce," Remington said, then ruffled Lizetta''s hair, adding, "You don''t

    stink; you still smell sweet. Just rx, stop thinking about doing what you shouldn''t."

    His words had a double meaning, from not wanting a divorce to not letting her shower.

    He had everything under tight control.

    Lizetta had never found him so infuriating. After staying barely at peace for a moment, she felt ready to

    explode again.

    She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Remington, "Are you also going to say that the Dashiell family

    doesn''t allow divorces, only widowhood? Ste''s back, so why cling to me, your stand-in? You might

    enjoy it, but I have my pride, Remington. I won''t be your substitute!"

    Fuming, Lizetta didn''t stop with the pillow; she reached for the water ss on the nightstand and threw

    it at him too.

    She thought she''d miss, given Remington''s agility.

    But unexpectedly, he stood still, as if struck by paralysis, and the ss hit him squarely on the forehead

    before rolling off to the floor. Thankfully, the thick carpet prevented it from breaking, but a red welt

    quickly formed on Remington''s forehead.

    Feeling momentarily panicked, Lizetta sat up. "Why didn''t you dodge? Just hearing Ste''s name

    makes you lose your senses? Is she so important that you fall apart at the mere mention of her?"

    Feeling jealousy and upset, Lizetta was about to get up and check his forehead when Remington

    suddenly grabbed her arm; under his furrowed brows, his gaze was intense.

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    Hearing the word "stand-in" escape from the man''s thin lips, Lizetta felt her nose twitched with a

    sudden sourness.

    Her lips quivered as she stared at Remington, and her voice was choked with emotion.

    "That year, why did you bring me into the Dashiell family and why were you so kind to me when my

    brother knelt at the doorstep of the Dashiell family with me on his back; was it because you were

    thinking of Ste?

    The orange-vored candy you gave me, was it because it was Ste''s favorite candy?"

    She had never wanted to confront the truth directly.

    Because such truth was too cruel and unbearable for her.

    It was something she didn''t even want to face herself; she still wanted to retain somest bit of dignity

    and respect.

    But she never expected Remington to be so detestable.

    He had found Ste but still refused to let her go and divorce her.

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    Feeling her suppressed emotions burst out like a flood at that moment, Lizetta gave the usations

    that were almost tearful.

    Remington''s face was gloomy; with his lips tightly sealed, he remained silent, maybe because his

    thoughts had been exposed.

    His grip on her arm was very strong, as if he was showing that he had heard her, and he was not

    indifferent.

    Even though his heart was not calm, he remained silent.

    No rebuttal, no exnation.

    Feeling utterly heartbroken, Lizetta managed a bitter smile that brought tears streaming down her face.

    She thought she was too foolish; even at this moment, she still hoped that he would tell her it wasn''t as

    she thought.

    "Say something! Have you got nothing to say?"

    Lizetta struggled fiercely, but Remington didn''t let go. With a strong pull, Lizetta fell into his arms; she

    was held tightly against him.

    Unable to break free, she started hitting him on the back.

    "Let me go! Remington, I hate you! You''re just aplete liar; you made me believe there was

    someone in this world who genuinely cared for me, but you just saw me as Ste''s stand-in." Her tears

    uncontrobly fell and quickly soaked through his ck shirt.

    Those burning wet tears seemed to flow straight into Remington''s heart and soften his heart that had

    been hard and cold; it was as if his heart had been broken open arge hole.

    Some words he never wished to share with anyone else couldn''t help but escape his tightly sealed lips,

    interrupting Lizetta.

    "You''re not a stand-in, you''re not!"

    His voice was extremely hoarse, right in Lizetta''s ear; with that said, his gentle and consoling kisses

    landed on her earlobe and neck.

    Lizetta stiffened, then shook her head violently.

    She pushed him away; her eyes were red and tearful as she stared at him.

    "I don''t believe you anymore; if I''m not a stand-in, how do you exin all that I''ve said. You''ve kept all

    of Ste''s things so well, not even allowing me to touch them. You went looking for her, leaving me

    behind, disregarding the dangers and getting hurt.

    And the baby in Evelina''s womb, do you really care about it just because it''s Quinn''s posthumous

    child?

    You didn''t told me the truthst time, as you didn''t even mention Ste; it''s because you felt guilty, isn''t

    it?!"

    Lizetta questioned, while stepping back with each word.

    She wanted to get away from Remington, as she did not want to be deceived by him any longer.

    Look at him; even when he was lying, he still looked so handsome, steady and reliable, with the charm

    to make people trust him and be moved by him. Utterly detestable.

    She didn''t realize she had backed up to the edge of the bed.

    "Ah!"

    Lizetta eximed as she missed a step and tilted sideways, about to fall off the bed.

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    In an instant, the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.

    Remington was underneath, protectively holding Lizetta above him.

    Lizetta was in a state of shock, gasping for air. As she came to her senses, she tried to struggle free.

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    But Remington tightened his grip around her waist and suddenly spoke up.

    "I admit that when I saw you beaten and bruised on that snowy night years ago, I thought of Ste. And

    yes, the first piece of orange candy I gave you was Ste''s favorite."

    Hearing just this much, Lizetta felt as though her heart was being sliced open; unable to hold back, she

    had tears stream down her face.

    Each tear, heavy with her grievances and shattered feelings, fell directly from her eyes, andnded on

    Remington''s forehead, nose, eyelids, and lips.

    For a moment, Remington panicked. He quickly lifted his head, kissing her, trying to soothe her broken

    heart.

    "Don''t cry, let me finish!"

    "I don''t want to hear it anymore. Since you love her so much, just share your deep feelings with her.

    She''d probably love to hear them, and she''d be touched. Don''t tell me, I don''t want to be a witness to

    your love!"

    Lizetta covered her ears and clumsily climbed off Remington, attempting to escape the bed.

    But she had only taken one step when Remington caught her around the waist and pulled her back.

    He made her sit on hisp, with one arm circling her waist, while forcefully pulling her hands away from

    her ears to his lips for a tender kiss before he said helplessly.

    "Silly girl, how could you ever be a stand-in? When Ste disappeared, we were both not even twelve.

    What did we know about love at that age? Do you think I''m some kind of reincarnated god of love?"

    Remington felt that his actions should prove he wasn''t the kind to fall in love and talk about romance at

    such a young age, right?

    Everyone always said Remington was cold-hearted and indifferent. She was really overestimating him.

    "What do you mean?" Lizetta looked at Remington, feeling bewildered. Remington tightened his grip on

    Lizetta''s hand and ced it over his heart as he finally said.

    "To me, Ste was a childhoodpanion, a kin, and a benefactor, but not a lover."

    Again, Lizetta was taken aback. It was the answer she had been longing to hear for so long.

    He was so straightforward, not hiding anything; he said it so clear, without any ambiguity.

    But Lizetta felt dazed, unsure whether to believe him or not.

    "Even if you don''t believe all this, Ste is six years older than you, and you two have different

    personalities, looks, and hobbies. How could I ever see you as her stand-in?" Remington couldn''t help

    butugh at the absurdity; he gently tapped Lizetta on the head as he spoke.

    "How did I not realize before that you have such a wild imagination?"

    Lizetta winced from the tap, but that slight pain grounded her, reassuring her that this wasn''t a dream.

    Biting her lip, she said, "But the scars on your body aren''t fake, right? You yourself saidst time they

    were from looking for someone who got hurt. Wasn''t that Ste?"

    "It was."

    Remington admitted.

    A sting went through Lizetta''s heart again, "Yes, you''ve been searching for her all these years."

    Even Ste''s parents and brother didn''t go to Celestia just for a hint of her whereabouts; neither had

    they searched her for years like he did.

    Lizetta remembered clearly that the year Remington went abroad, Quentin took his tests normally and

    attended a university in Zion City.

    If Remington had nothing to hide, why didn''t he mention Ste at all when talking about the West

    family?

    Ste had been found for quite some time now, yet he kept it from her, not letting her know a thing.

    Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, refusing to believe him easily. She dared not trust him blindly, as she

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    Remington was silent for a long while; his deep eyes swirled with intense emotion before settling back

    into calmness.

    He had his thumb gently brush against Lizetta''s reddened eye corner, and said with a hoarse voice.

    "It was my responsibility to find her. If it hadn''t been for me, she wouldn''t have encountered trouble

    back then. I owe her, and I owe the West family."

    The guilt and sorrow in his eyes were dense and unyielding; those were emotions Lizetta had never

    seen in him before.

    It was as if he, too, was just an ordinary person, capable of feeling powerless, bewildered, and fragile.

    And these emotions were all because of Ste West.

    Lizetta''s heart still sourly churned, but seeing him like this made her uneasy too.

    Without realizing it, she lifted her hand to gently stroke the man''s drooping eyelids, as if trying to

    smooth away the worry and sadness there.

    "But haven''t you found her now? You even let her stay in our other house to hide her existence from

    me. Have you thought about my feelings? What am I supposed to think?"

    Lizetta pressed him, her heart tightening bit by bit, filled with jealousy, grievance, and anger.

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    Remington frowned, "What other house?"

    "Echo Ridge Vi."

    "How could that be our house? Isn''t this our house?"

    Although his returns were infrequent after they got married, he certainly knew which house was theirs.

    Lizetta stared at Remington, unsure whether to be angry or relieved.

    The reason she felt relieved was because he genuinely seemed unaware that Echo Ridge Vi was

    also arranged as a marital home by his grandmother.

    So, he had carelessly let another woman stay there.

    The reason she was angry was because it seemed he had never truly invested in their marriage,

    otherwise, how could he not know?

    Her eyes moistened slightly, and her lips curved into a bitter smirk.

    "Echo Ridge Vi is closer to the hospital. Grandma thought of my frequent hospital visits to see my

    brother, so she chose both that ce and Oakridge Heights as our homes.

    I was involved in decorating and designing both ces. After everything was arranged, I made a

    PowerPoint presentation and sent it to you.

    You took a few days before letting Cedric reply to me, saying everything was fine and that I could

    choose whichever I liked."

    Back then, she felt she was finally going to have a home of her own.

    And it was meant to be a home for her and Remi.

    Despite him never being part of the decorating process, she thought, with his busy schedule, she could

    handle it alone.

    She wanted to create the best home for him, as a surprise.

    She made a PowerPoint, even leaving a cheesy love note at the end.

    [My heart, your forever home]

    She hoped to build a home that could bear all her youthful joys, future hopes, and sweetness, where

    they would raise children and grow old together. But clearly, he was indifferent,cking any empathy.

    He probably never even looked at her PowerPoint, and just had Cedric casually reply to her.

    Poor her, waiting days for Cedric''s response, holding her phone and foolishly smiling.

    Thinking she had his approval.

    "What PowerPoint?"

    As expected, Remington frowned,pletely feeling bewildered.

    Lizetta clenched inside, telling herself to breathe deeply.

    Don''t dredge up the past, don''t reopen old wounds.

    Suppressing the spreading emptiness and bitterness, Lizetta finally spoke up.

    "Even if you didn''t know Echo Ridge Vi was a marital home, I saw with my own eyes that day you

    canceled on me to pick up Ste, and even opened the car door for her.

    You told me you were in a meeting, but you were actually with Ste. What''s the meaning of lying and

    hiding this?"

    Remington''s expression darkened slightly, "You were following me?"

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    "Let''s not go there again. I can''t even begin to exin without you thinking I''m throwing excuses your

    way," she protested, attempting to rise from hisp.

    Remington tightened his embrace, and rested his forehead against hers, "My little firecracker, seems

    like I''ve put my foot in my mouth again."

    The endearment, dripping with an affection that seemed to pierce right through Lizetta''s heart, made

    her skip a beat. Despite the warmth spreading through her chest, she clenched her hand, fighting the

    fluttering in her heart to stay grounded.

    She wasn''t about to let herself off easy, as she was not willing to forgive a man whose marriage was

    built on lies.

    After all, lies, like infidelity and abuse,e either as a one-time thing or a recurring theme. Rebuilding

    trust was like trying to mend a shattered ss - it''s not as easy as it sounds. "Get some rest. I''ll take

    you to Echo Ridge Vi to meet her tomorrow. Then, you''ll see.

    And about me lying about being in a meeting, wasn''t I actuallying from the hospital?"

    Lizetta bit her lip, nodding. She had indeed seen Remington and Ste leaving the hospital together

    and heading towards the parking lot.

    The frustration in Remington''s eyes deepened as he lifted Lizetta''s chin.

    "I was rushing to a crucial video conference. Cedric had already kicked it off by the time we got in the

    car. I wasn''t lying to you."

    Lizetta was taken aback, her brows furrowing in confusion. Was everything just a big

    misunderstanding? Had she been tormenting herself for no reason?

    Her world seemed to spin a little.

    "Ouch!"

    A sudden nip at her nose brought her back to reality; Remington''s gaze sharpened with a mocking

    edge.

    "What? Disappointed you couldn''t pin the ''jerk''bel on me more securely?"

    Flustered and annoyed, Lizetta retorted, "Whether you''re a jerk or not is still up for debate. Why wait till

    tomorrow for Echo Ridge? Why not clear things up now? Who knows what you''re nning!"

    A shadow passed over Remington''s face; his grip on her chin tightened as he hissed, "Can''t you trust

    me even a little? Must you always assume the worst of me?"

    "I, mmph."

    Before Lizetta could argue further, Remington''s lips crashed against hers, silencing her protests. His

    presence engulfed her senses, making it hard to resist.

    Remington reminisced about previous kisses where she remained indifferent, and her body was stiff

    with rejection.

    This time, he was determined to stir the deepest desires within her, so he varied the intensity of his

    kisses, and denied her any chance to catch her breath ore to her senses.

    Lizetta found herself pushing against his solid chest, feeling his heart beat as wildly as hers through the

    thin fabric of his shirt.

    His breaths, heavy and filled with yearning, spilled between their entwined lips, sounding unexpectedly

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    Such kisses made her see a side of Remington she never knew - one that seemed genuinely

    captivated by her.

    And in that moment, she fancied the ridiculous thought that he might be using his charms on her after a

    failed attempt at ying the victim.

    "Mmm."

    "Lizetta, stay focused, or I''ll kiss you into tears," he murmured darkly, and his voice was husky against

    her flushed lips.

    Before she could protest, his lips imed hers once more.

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    As Lina made her way upstairs with a tray of freshly made supper, she identally stumbled upon a

    scene straight out of a Hollywood romance - the master of the house, Remington, passionately

    embracing his wife, Lizetta, in hisp; their kiss seemed a fiery testament to their love.

    Lizetta''s hair flowed through Remington''s fingers, adding an air of intimacy to the moment.

    Feeling startled, Lina quickly turned around and retreated; as she was considering whether to head

    back downstairs, she heard Remington''s deep voice echo from the bedroom, instructing, "Leave it

    outside." Lina promptly ced the tray on the small cab in the hallway and tiptoed back downstairs.

    Back in the bedroom, Lizetta, with her cheeks flushing, gently pushed Remington away once she heard

    Lina''s footsteps fade.

    Remington, with a slight smile ying on his lips, caressed her flushed cheeks and teased, "Enjoyed

    the kiss?"

    Lizetta shot him a re; the reaction of her body betrayed her. She reluctantly admitted, "You''re quite

    the kisser. Let''s not do that again." Remington chuckled, and had his thumb graze her now swollen lips

    before he stood to bring in the dinner.

    Now genuinely hungry, Lizetta anticipated the delightful vors of Lina''s cooking, which was known for

    its light and nutritious qualities.

    As Remington set the table, the aroma hit Lizetta, and her stomach growled embarrassingly loud. She

    blushed, and Remington''s smile widened.

    "Seems like Joy is hungry too, protesting in there," he joked, referring to their unborn child as he sat

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    "I can feed myself, you know. The doctor only advised bed rest," Lizetta protested, her independence

    ring.

    But Remington, ever the doting husband, insisted on feeding her, saying, "Let me take care of my

    daughter. Any objections?"

    "Who''s your daughter?" Lizetta retorted; she was slightly annoyed yet amused.

    "Joy, who else?" Remington raised an eyebrow; his yful tone suggested that he was teasing her for

    being as needy as a child.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but ept the spoonful of soup, while touching her stomach softly, "How do you

    know Joy''s a girl?"

    "Then we''ll have a son next, to protect you alongside me. Our little princess is enough for now,"

    Remington mused, hinting at Lizetta''s temperamental nature.

    As Lizetta opened her mouth to argue, she was interrupted by another spoonful of soup.

    After the meal, Remington stood to call Lina to clear up, but Lizetta, concerned, grabbed his hand and

    asked about the injury she noticed.

    "You care for me, after all?" Remington''s voice carried a hint of vulnerability.

    Lizetta insisted on fetching the first aid kit, but Remington reassured her, "Just lie down; I''ll take care of

    it. Your concern is enough."

    The next day, Lizetta was confined to bed rest, while Remington had Cedric bring work to Oakridge

    Heights so he could stay by her side. After dinner and a check-up from their private doctor, who

    confirmed Lizetta could move around, they decided to step out for some fresh air.

    Arriving at Echo Ridge Vi by sunset, Remington carried Lizetta out of the car despite her protests,

    iming the doctor''s permission for her to walk a bit.

    Since the incident, Lizetta felt like a damsel in distress, as she was constantly in Remington''s arms; it

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    Lizetta had always been a bit of a homebody, but finding herself in this situation while out and about

    was a whole different story. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as Remington nced down at her

    with a stern look.

    "Behave," he said, quickening his pace.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but gaze up at the sharp, defined jawline of the man before her; curiosity started to

    get the better of her.

    "Is this really appropriate for you to meet your childhood friend like this, holding me in your arms?"

    Remington, catching the hint of jealousy in her voice, looked down with a slight smirk, and stopped in

    his tracks.

    "You''re right, maybe you should get down."

    Before he could finish his sentence, she instinctively tightened her grip around his neck.

    He let out a light chuckle, amused by her actions.

    "You said one thing but wanted another."

    Caught in her little act, Lizetta yfully punched his chest, with her cheeks flushed a pale pink.

    By then, they had already stepped into the vi.

    Lizetta felt her heart race, as she was a bit anxious about the encounter.

    Looking around the living room, she expected some changes which may indicate someone lived there.

    However, everything was just as she had left it, as if untouched by time. Suddenly, footsteps

    approached from the kitchen, and a figure emerged.

    Lizetta turned to see Ste, who carried a te of assorted fruits. She paused upon seeing them, then

    offered a slightly awkward smile of surprise.

    "Mr. Dashiell?"

    Clearly, she hadn''t been expecting them.

    And why was she calling Remington "Mr. Dashiell"? Lizetta remembered Ste used to address him

    more intimately.

    Lizetta nced at Remington questioningly, but he simply nodded towards Ste and introduced

    Lizetta as his wife.

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    Ste''s eyes lit up with recognition upon seeing Lizetta. "It''s you? We met before, in the restroom of

    that diner, you burned your hand."

    Lizetta nodded with a smile, "Yes, I never got the chance to properly thank you."

    "No need, no need." Ste waved her off, but Lizetta noticed that she was wearing a glove on her right

    hand, which struck her as odd.

    Just then, a child''s voice chimed from the kitchen.

    "Mom, I''ve washed the strawberries; they''re super clean now."

    Lizetta turned in surprise to see a little girl, about four or five, holding a small bowl of strawberries,

    stepping out of the kitchen. She shyly hid behind her mother, then curiously peeked at Lizetta and

    Remington. Ste gently told her, "Dorothy, say hi to the guests."

    The little girl nced at Remington and softly said, "morning, sir."

    Then, looking more confidently at Lizetta, she blinked her big eyes and said, "Did you hurt your leg?

    Don''t be sad, Dorothy will give you a strawberry."

    Standing on her tiptoes, she offered Lizetta arge, ripe strawberry.

    Lizetta was still processing the surprising turn of events. Ste was married with a child?

    She gratefully epted the strawberry from Dorothy. "Thank you, Dorothy, this looks delicious. You''re

    so sweet."

    Dorothy, sensing Remington''s disapproval, retreated behind her mother.

    Ste gently suggested, "Dorothy, why don''t you go y with your toys over there?"

    Once the child scampered off, Remington, still holding Lizetta, settled on the sofa and gestured for

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    The woman blinked in confusion, then shifted her gaze between Remington and Lizetta.

    Having suddenly figured out what was going on, she hurriedly waved her hands to Lizetta and said,

    "Oh dear, I think there''s been a huge misunderstanding. Mr. Dashiell hired me to pretend to be Ste!"

    the woman hurriedly exined, waving her hands for emphasis.

    Lizetta stared at her, with astonishment written all over her face, before turning to Remington with a

    puzzled look.

    "She''s not Ste?"

    Remington''s lips twisted into a bitter smile, "I wish she was. But I couldn''t find her."

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    The woman, eager to clear the confusion, quickly added, "Mrs. Dashiell, my name''s Eileen. I am not

    Ms. Ste West."

    Seeing her nervousness and how she remained standing, Remington gestured towards a chair,

    "Please, take a seat."

    Gratefully, Eileen sat down and began to unravel her story, "I''m an orphan, and I fell seriously ill when I

    was just a teenager and lost all my childhood memories. About four months ago, Mr. Dashiell found

    me, believing I might be the lost family member he''d been searching for.

    I was over the moon, thinking I''d finally found my family. But after a DNA test, it turned out I wasn''t the

    person he was looking for.

    Mr. Dashiell mentioned that Ste''s mother had been searching for her daughter for her entire life, and

    now, she''s on her deathbed. He didn''t want her to pass away with that regret, so he asked if I could

    pose as Ste.

    Truth be told, Mrs. Dashiell, I was desperate for money. My husband was diagnosed with kidney failure

    last year and needed a transnt. We have a young daughter, and I couldn''t bear the thought of her

    growing up without her father.

    Waiting for a donor kidney is like waiting for a miracle, and we were scraping by just to cover the

    medical bills.

    Mr. Dashiell offered to cover the surgery if I agreed to help him, and I simply couldn''t refuse. So, I

    followed Mr. Dashiell back here, and that''s the whole story."

    After her lengthy exnation, Eileen''s throat was parched, but she felt too embarrassed to help herself

    to a drink.

    Being only a temporary resident, she hesitated to make herself toofortable.

    Noticing the water sses and pitcher on the coffee table, Remington leaned over to pour two sses

    of water-one for Lizetta, as to the other one, he pushed it towards Eileen.

    Eileen quickly thanked him and took a few sips to quench her thirst.

    Lizetta was taken aback by the revtion; she was still processing the information when noticing

    Remington''s thoughtful gestures.

    He had shown the same care when helping Eileen with the car door and catching her when she missed

    a step at the hospital while distracted by her phone.

    Such acts might seem trivial to others, but they were uncharacteristic of Remington.

    It was these small, caring actions that had initially led Lizetta to believe Eileen was Ste.

    But Eileen was merely a stand-in, chosen for her resemnce to Ste, and Remington''s kindness

    was simply his way of looking after her.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell and I haven''t met alone more than twice. He was just making sure I knew

    enough not to give myself away.

    Oh, and Mr. Dashiell had asked me about some pregnancy-rted things because of you, Mrs.

    Dashiell. He''s been really concerned about you," Eileen''s voice drew Lizetta back from her thoughts.

    Feeling the shadows of doubt dispersed, Lizetta smiled awkwardly at Eileen, "Thank you for sharing all

    this with me. By the way, is your burn still bothering you? If it hasn''t healed, you might not want to keep

    it covered all the time."

    Lizetta''s eyes fell on the gloved hand Eileen had kept hidden since theirst encounter at the diner.

    Eileen seemed to instinctively curl her fingers inward.

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    "Would you mind taking off your gloves to show my wife?" Remington asked gently, his voice filled with

    a subtle curiosity. "I don''t mind at all. I was just worried about startling Mrs. Dashiell," came the calm

    reply.

    Lizetta was somewhat puzzled by their exchange, but Eileen set down her ss of water and slowly

    removed her gloves. Despite preparing herself for something unusual, Lizetta couldn''t help but flinch

    and pale slightly at the sight of Eileen''s hands.

    Eileen''s right hand was missing a thumb, cleanly it had been severed at the base.

    The scar was smooth, healed over time, but the sight was still jarringly diforting.

    Lizetta, managing to suppress her shock, politely averted her gaze and spoke with a strained voice,

    "I''m sorry."

    "It''s okay, really. It''s been many years. I''ve gotten used to it."

    Remington reached out to take Lizetta''s trembling hand in his own, before saying to Eileen, "I''d like a

    moment alone with my wife, if you don''t mind."

    Eileen nodded understandingly and walked into the living room, carrying Dorothy upstairs with her.

    Lizetta, still in shock, turned to Remington. "Her hand?"

    She had her suspicions but hoped the reality wasn''t as grim as she feared.

    "Yes, it was her hand that led me to her. I thought she was Ste." Remington''s voice was hoarse with

    emotion.

    Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat; it seemed disbelief slowed her breathing.

    "If you''d rather not talk about it, that''s okay. I won''t ask further," she murmured, with her lips tight.

    Remington shook his head; his decision to bring Lizetta here today was to share his past with her, a

    past that included Ste; it was a taboo subject that he had never been able to discuss with anyone.

    "Some things," he began, "must be faced eventually."

    "That day, the kidnappers were actually after me. But Ste, always the adventurous one, had cut her

    hair short to match mine. I had gotten hot and took off my jacket and hat, and she picked them up to

    wear, which led to her being taken by mistake. When the kidnappers realized their error, they came

    back for me."

    He paused, feeling the weight of the memories pressing down. "The ransom drop went wrong; the cops

    showed up, and the kidnappers, furious and panicked, took us both and ran. We were beaten, starved,

    tormented for weeks. One kidnapper died in an ident, which gave us a sliver of hope for escape."

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    "On the day we managed to escape, we chewed through our bindings while the remaining kidnapper

    was out. We never expected him to return so soon."

    Remington''s recounting was understated, but the horror of two eleven-year-olds in the clutches of

    desperate criminals for weeks was unimaginable.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but wrap her arms tightly around him; her face was pale, and her heart was aching

    in empathy.

    She wanted to tell him to stop, that she didn''t need to hear any more to understand the depth of his

    pain. But her voice was caught in her throat, and she knew any words offort were inadequate in

    the moment. All she could do was hold him tighter, while her tears were falling silently.

    Remington, feeling her tears, gently wiped them away, and said with a voice tinged with a sad

    tenderness. "Why are you crying again?"

    Lizetta was overwhelmed with sorrow for him, feeling a profound sense of helplessness. She couldn''t

    comfort his younger self; nor could she be there to share his ordeal like Ste did.

    Even though Ste had been hailed as a savior by Remington, there was nothing Lizetta could have

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    Lizetta shook her head, burying her face in the man''s chest, and eventually asked, "Was it Ste who

    saved you?"

    "Yeah, she was born on the same day as me, just half a day earlier, but she had always considered

    herself as my big sister. That time, she threw herself at the kidnapper, and held him back long enough

    for me to get away."

    Back then, Ste had injured her leg, which already slowed her down.

    They had discussed it, in case of an emergency, rather than both getting caught, it was better if at least

    one could escape.

    If one escaped, he or she could possibly bring back help for the other.

    Remington closed his eyes, and said with a voice heavy with guilt in Lizetta''s ear.

    "I left her behind, and selfishly saved myself."

    Remington''s voice paused, and Lizetta felt his suppressed emotions; her heart was both panicked and

    pained.

    She hugged Remington tightly and stoke his cheek with a hand; shaking her head, she said with a

    voice extremely soft and gentle.

    "No, under those circumstances, what you did was right, it wasn''t selfish. You were just a kid, barely in

    your teens."

    Lizetta wanted to soothe the pain in Remington''s heart, but his emotions settled quickly.

    He took her hand in his; not showing much change in his expression, he continued calmly.

    "Maybe, but I hadn''t run far when I heard a gunshot. Later, I managed to escape, but when I returned

    with help to that forest cave, all we found was a pool of blood and a severed finger, Ste''s right

    thumb." Towards the end, Remington''s voice carried a hint of bitterness and hatred.

    He had sworn to find that person and make him pay dearly.

    He also vowed to find Ste, alive or dead.

    But the Dashiell and the West families had searched for many years without any trace.

    Untilter, the Dashiell family''s sources indicated that the kidnapper might have smuggled himself into

    Celestia.

    But even going there himself, after so many years, he still hadn''t seeded.

    Remington involuntarily clenched his fist.

    As he had injured his palm previously, Lizetta, noticing his unconscious gesture, quickly grabbed his

    hand, signaling him to let go.

    His palm wound had reopened, with the blood seeping through.

    Lizetta frowned, "I''ll get the first aid kit."

    This was Lizetta''s domain; she quickly brought the first aid kit, and opened Remington''s palm.

    She bowed her head, carefully disinfecting and bandaging his wound.

    The atmosphere was somewhat gloomy; Lizetta was still processing everything she had heard.

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    Thinking of Ste, the girl who lost a thumb at eleven but saved Remington, Lizetta felt a surge of

    gratitude andplexity.

    Their past was too thrilling; since she couldn''t involve herself in it, she felt somewhat lost and uneasy.

    She packed away the first aid kit, telling herself not to overthink.

    She held Remington''s hand, preventing him from injuring himself again, then looked up at him and

    asked.

    "Was that severed finger really Ste''s?"

    Worried Remington might misunderstand her, she quickly added, "I hope it wasn''t true, that Ste is

    okay, not with such an ending."

    Remington touched Lizetta''s head, and shook his head with a furrowed brow.

    "I understand, back then, who wouldn''t have hoped that severed finger wasn''t Ste''s? But after a DNA

    comparison, it was indeed Ste''s. That monster cruelly cut off Ste''s finger and left it at the scene! I

    always think that if I hadn''t run that day, maybe none of this would have happened."

    Hearing Remington speak with such deep regret, Lizetta had her breath hitched.

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    "It''s not like that!" Lizetta pressed herself closer into Remington''s embrace; her small face nuzzled

    against his chest as she continued. "I''m a selfish person, Rem. All I want is for you to always take care

    of yourself! And isn''t that what everyone should do anyway? How could that be wrong?

    I also believe that if Ste had a better shot at escaping that day, you would''ve given her that chance

    without a second thought, right?"

    Lizetta sniffed, while tightening her arms around Remington''s waist.

    "I don''t care about anything else; if you hadn''t escaped back then, I wouldn''t have you with me now!

    And that''s just not eptable!" Listening to Lizetta''s somewhat childish reasoning, Remington felt a

    deep stir within him.

    When he was found and brought back, the West family, of course, said nothing.

    Even if they didn''t me him out loud, they did in their hearts.

    Even his father, Nathan, felt guilty towards the West family, probably thinking he, as a boy, should not

    have left Ste behind.

    As for his mother, Hanna, who loved Ste as if she were her own daughter, probably wished it was

    Ste who hade back, not him.

    And Fiona, standing in such a position, couldn''t voice such selfish thoughts to defend him either.

    So, after all these years, it was the first time someone told him he did nothing wrong.

    He should have saved himself.

    "Alright, I get it," Remington said softly, his chin gently brushing the top of Lizetta''s soft hair.

    Lizetta''s eyes were rimmed with red. Despite her words, the thought of that dreadful situation still

    weighed heavily on her heart.

    The desperate kidnappers, the girl with a severed thumb, Ste not receiving timely medical help.

    After all these years of searching with no sign of her, the odds were grim.

    No wonder Barbara cried herself blind.

    "Four months ago, I found Eileen, who was missing her right thumb and had lost her memory. Her

    appearance and age were so simr to Ste''s. She was the closest I''ve evere to finding Ste; I

    was so hopeful, and I immediately called Quinn.

    Quinn rushed over, but got into a car ident from driving while exhausted. He held on just long

    enough in the hospital to hear the DNA results, but I had found the wrong person, and just like that,

    another life from the West family was lost.

    Quinn didn''t find his sister. He didn''t want his mom to carry this regret to her grave, so he asked me to

    bring Eileen back. If Barbara couldn''t hold on, we would tell her we found Ste, even if it was a lie. You

    know the rest."

    These were the burdens that weighed heaviest on Remington''s heart.

    Too heavy.

    Remington had never wanted to share these deep, painful secrets with anyone. Revealing them was

    like reopening wounds every time.

    He especially didn''t want to burden Lizetta, to have her carry this weight with him.

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    Barbara''s health was failing, and he had nned to wait until Barbara had passed for Eileen to leave.

    He hadn''t seen the need to tell Lizetta any of this, but he hadn''t anticipated Lizetta discovering Eileen

    and forming her own conclusions.

    "Do you still me me?" Remington asked quietly, his gaze falling on Lizetta.

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    With her gaze fixed on Remington, Lizetta suddenly wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and moved

    to sit a bit away from him.

    "Of course, it''s weird! I''m not cooling off that easy!"

    Her expression tightened again; she turned her head away, not wanting to catch Remington''s gaze.

    She feared that one more look at him would soften her heartpletely, and wouldpel her to

    forgive everything.

    She felt deeply for him and empathized with his struggles, having learned about the full story, including

    his entanglements with the West family and his history with Ste. Though she couldprehend his

    past actions, it didn''t mean shecked temper.

    If she forgave him too easily, he might choose to hide things again in the future.

    A healthy marital rtionship shouldn''t work like this.

    Her heart couldn''t stand being tormented and worn down time and again.

    So, she wanted Remington to fret a little longer, so she could teach him a lesson.

    Remington reached out, and Lizetta immediately stood up, turning her back on him.

    With a mix of resignation and amusement, Remington also stood, wrapping his arms around Lizetta''s

    waist from behind.

    He leaned in, resting his chin lightly on her slender shoulder, and whispering in her ear.

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    "Why so hard to appease now?"

    Lizetta nodded, "Exactly! That''s why you shouldn''t keep things from me. I''m your wife now, not some

    little sister hiding in your arms, who was clueless about everything!" Remington chuckled, ncing at

    her.

    "Are you sure? Who was that girl crying in my arms just a moment ago?"

    He lifted his hand to gently touch Lizetta''s still dampshes.

    Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, Lizetta was about to push him away when suddenly, brisk

    footsteps echoed from upstairs.

    It was Eileen, her face etched with urgency, hurrying down.

    Remington slightly loosened his grip on Lizetta and turned to look at Eileen, asking, "What''s up?"

    "I just got a call from the hospital; Barbara''s condition has worsened again."

    As soon as Eileen finished speaking, Remington''s phone also rang.

    Taking out his phone, he found it was indeed a call from Martin West.

    While answering, he headed towards the door, with Eileen quickly following.

    Lizetta was momentarily stunned, struggling to process the sudden news.

    By the time she snapped back to reality, the two were already heading out the door, prompting her to

    instinctively follow.

    "Alright, I''ll be there in a sh. I''m with Eileen; I''ll bring her along."

    Over the phone, Martin exined that Barbara was scheduled for another surgery but insisted on

    seeing her daughter "Ste" and Remington first, refusing to enter the operating room otherwise. After

    hanging up, Remington turned to Eileen,manding, "Get in the car!"

    Eileen opened the car door and got in, while Remington approached the driver''s side, then paused,

    looking back towards the house, spotting Lizetta trailing behind.

    Lizetta, worried about Joy, didn''t dare to hurry.

    Seeing Remington, who seemed to have momentarily forgotten her, leaving without a backward nce,

    she felt her heart filled with an unsettling emptiness.

    However, he turn around and their eyes met, which reignited a spark in Lizetta''s dim eyes.

    sping her hands over her abdomen, she thought to herself that she didn''t ask for much.

    One look back was enough to reassure her that he still cared for her and their baby.

    Smiling, she was about to tell him she was okay and that he should hurry when Remington suddenly

    strode back towards her. Stunned, Lizetta watched him quickly close the distance, without a word, and

    scoop her into his arms, saying, "Let''s go together." sping his neck, Lizetta asked in surprise, "Me

    too?"

    Having gone out with just Lizetta today, without any bodyguards or a driver, Remington wasn''t

    comfortable leaving her alone. He nodded, "Once we get to the hospital, you can wait in the car."

    He quickly ced Lizetta in the passenger seat. Knowing his urgency, she just nodded obediently and

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    She turned back to Eileen, "Is Dorothy here by herself?"

    "Don''t worry, Dorothy''s asleep. The babysitter will be back from grocery shopping soon and she''ll take

    good care of her."

    Lizetta nodded and as she turned away, her gaze unintentionally caught Remington again.

    Clearly, even when she was the fake Ste, Remington still took great care of her.

    Lizetta wondered if she was just being overly sensitive, but she couldn''t shake off a feeling of

    difort.

    Echo Ridge Vi was indeed close to the hospital; it took less than five minutes by car to arrive.

    Before getting out of the car, Remington hurriedly said to Lizetta, "Just wait here, alright?"

    The doctor had advised Lizetta to limit her activities, and it seemed Remington had no time to fuss over

    her now.

    Nodding, she watched Remington and Eileen stride into the hospital building.

    Lizetta took out her phone, intending to watch some dance videos, but she couldn''t focus.

    She felt restlessness gnaw at her, and then she noticed Remington''s phone left on the dashboard.

    After a moment''s hesitation, Lizetta took Remington''s phone and got out of the car.

    She made her way slowly upstairs to Barbara''s hospital room.

    The door was ajar, with several doctors and nurses poised inside as if bracing for something serious.

    From the outskirts of the crowd, Lizetta saw Barbara on the bed, gripping Remington''s hand in one of

    hers and Eileen''s in the other, struggling to speak.

    "Remington."

    "Godmother, I''m here. What is it?"

    "Remington, this time I go into surgery, I might not make it back."

    Barbara''s face was pale, and her lips were colorless as she spoke.

    Remington tightly held her hand, and his voice was a soothing balm.

    "Godmother, you''ll be fine. Your birthday''sing up. I''ve already ordered the cake ahead. We''re all

    waiting for you to get out, so we could celebrate your birthday and blow out the candles together."

    But Barbara shook her head; it seemed her breaths werebored.

    "I-I know my body. Remington, there''s something you must promise me, or I can''t peacefully go into

    surgery!"

    "Anything. Just say it, and I promise."

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    A faint smile touched Barbara''s lips as she forcefully brought Eileen''s hand into Remington''s, saying,

    "Ste''s had a hard time out there. If I''m gone, the West family will only have your godfather to look

    after her, but he''s getting on in years, and his health isn''t great. Ste."

    She struggled to speak, takingbored breaths.

    Understanding her meaning, Remington nodded, "I get it. I''ll take good care of Ste. As long as I''m

    here, nobody will make her suffer or bully her."

    Yet, Barbara shook her head.

    "No! I want you to promise, to fulfill your pledge to marry Ste. Only then can you truly look after her

    for life! Only then can I rest easy."

    Hearing Barbara''s wordse in fragments, Lizetta clenched the phone so hard that it hurt.

    Being in disbelief, she had her eyes widened and her lips bitten tight.

    Fulfill a pledge?

    Was Evelina''s im about Remington and Ste being childhood sweethearts actually true?

    No wonder Barbara seemed to dislike her. It wasn''t just her imagination.

    Barbara probably thought she took Ste''s ce.

    But no matter what, she and Remington had been married for two years now, and they even had a

    baby.

    How could Barbara make such an unreasonable demand?

    And what about Remington? Would he agree?

    No, she believed that Remington wouldn''t agree.

    Lizetta''s hands tightened around the phone, so much so that its edges dug into her palms.

    She screamed in her heart silently.

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    Clearly taken aback by Barbara''s request, Remington had his brows furrow slightly.

    "Godmother, I can''t agree to that, I''m married."

    "No! sweetheart. I know you and Lizetta have already filed for divorce. If it hadn''t been for that incident,

    you wouldn''t have married her in the first ce. You would have waited for Ste! Now that you''ve filed

    for divorce and Ste has been found, it''s fate. You gotta promise me!"

    As Barbara spoke, she sped Eileen''s hand tightly with Remington''s.

    Remington''s expression darkened slightly, and he instinctively tried to withdraw his hand.

    But Barbara''s grip was so tight, and her hands were so frail and trembling.

    Remington''s arm stiffened, and he barely opened his lips to speak.

    "Godmother, I''m sorry. But rest assured, even if I don''t marry Ste, I will always take care of her."

    After Remington spoke, his gaze solemnly swept over Eileen.

    Having understood what he meant, Eileen quickly said, "Mom, don''t worry, I trust Remington. He will

    take good care of me! Don''t talk anymore, it''s time to go to the operating room. I''ve juste back to

    you, and I hope you can stay with me longer. You will make it through, Dad and I will be waiting outside

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    Remington gestured for the doctor toe forward.

    But Barbara suddenly became very agitated; she held onto Remington and Eileen, refusing to let go.

    "No! No! Remington, you promise me, otherwise I will not die in peace!"

    Barbara cried out; her voice filed the room alongside herbored breathing.

    The medical devices connected to her began to emit various rm sounds, and Martin, standing by,

    changed his expression drastically, rushing forward to calm her.

    The doctor also stepped forward, urgently saying, "The patient must go into surgery now! We can''t

    dy any longer."

    Barbara''s eyes were rolling back, but she stubbornly clung to Remington''s hand.

    Martin tried to pull them apart twice but failed. Feeling anxious, he looked at Remington with a pleading

    look and tone.

    "Remington! Just promise your Godmother, I''m begging you."

    Remington finally spoke in a strained voice, while leaning in.

    "Alright, go into surgery first."

    His voice was soft, and the room was noisy.

    But Lizetta felt as though his answer echoed in her ears.

    Feeling her heart aching as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, Lizetta struggled to breathe.

    She wanted to flee, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead.

    She couldn''t move.

    He had agreed. He had actually agreed to Barbara''s request to marry Ste!

    Inside the ward, after hearing what she wanted, Barbara finally let go.

    The medical staff moved forward to push the mobile bed out. A nurse backed into Lizetta, bumping her.

    Lizetta staggered back a couple of steps; her back hit the door frame, and she was pushed out of the

    room.

    She clutched her stomach, steadying herself against the wall before looking up to see Remington; he

    was following beside the bed as the group moved toward the operating room. "Ma''am, are you feeling

    alright? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

    Lizetta stood dazed until a stranger''s voice brought her back to reality.

    She slowly shook her head and thanked the person.

    "Are you sure? You look very pale."

    "No, thank you."

    Lizetta managed a weak smile, and the young woman in hospital attire left. Lizetta then slowly turned

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    Lizetta handed Remington''s phone to the nurse at the desk, asking her to deliver it to Remington

    before turning to leave. The nurse, true to her word, immediately took the phone to him.

    Barbara had been rushed into surgery, and Remington was pacing anxiously alongside Martin in the

    waiting area. Seeing the nurse with his phone, he had his brow furrowed in irritation as he took it and

    asked, "Who brought this?"

    "She left it with me and then took off," the nurse replied.

    Clutching the phone, Remington told Martin, "I''ll be right back."

    Without waiting for a response, he strode towards the elevator.

    But by the time he got to the lobby, there was no sign of Lizetta. He quickly dialed her number.

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    After a few rings, she answered.

    Remington, now in the elevator, asked in a deep, worried tone, "Where are you?"

    Lizetta was on her way out of the hospital; her voice was calm as she replied, "I''m beat. Caught a cab

    home. I know you''re busy; just carry on." Remington could detect the chill in her tone.

    He felt his heart squeezed. He knew she must have overheard it.

    After a moment of silence, his grip on the phone tightened, and he barely managed to say, "Honey."

    But before he could figure out the right words to exin, Lizetta cut him off. "My ride''s here. Gotta go.

    We''ll talkter."

    Remington''s breath hitched, "Alright, just text me when you get home."

    "Yeah, will do," she said before hanging up.

    Yet, Lizetta didn''t actually board any cab. She sat down on a bench nearby.

    She had lied to Remington, because she hadn''t even seen a cab yet.

    She didn''t want to hear his exnations; they weren''t necessary.

    Because even without hearing them, she knew what he would say.

    It was all about making Barbara feel at ease before her surgery.

    It was because Eileen wasn''t Ste that he had yed along with Barbara''s demands, just for the

    moment.

    But these were not the words Lizetta wanted to hear. She yearned for a husband who would stand by

    her side, steadfastly, under any circumstances. Yet, he had disappointed her.

    Lizetta didn''t realize how long she had been sitting on the bench until her phone rang again.

    She numbly answered; her expression changed as she listened to the call.

    It was from a paternity testing clinic, informing her that the DNA results for Evelina and ra

    Hawthorne were ready for pickup.

    Quickly, she hailed a cab and headed to the clinic.

    "Where''s she off to in such a hurry? April, follow her."

    Across the street, Evelina watched Lizetta leave and urged the driver, April, to follow.

    Evelina had earlier bribed a nurse to keep tabs on Barbara''s condition.

    After learning that Barbara''s condition had worsened and that Remington and his family were at the

    hospital, Evelina rushed over as well.

    She hadn''t expected to find Lizetta sitting on a bench outside the hospital, who looking lost and

    dejected.

    Evelina felt a surge of schadenfreude; she assumed that Ste''s return had devastated Lizetta.

    As she and April were about to approach Lizetta to gloat, Lizetta received a call, which led her to shift

    her demeanor, and then quickly leave in a cab. Evelina sensed something was amiss.

    Nodding, April immediately followed Lizetta''s cab.

    But what Evelina hadn''t expected was that Lizetta stopped at a paternity clinic twenty minutester.

    "That''s odd, what is she doing here?" Evelina mused, feeling puzzled by Lizetta''s unexpected

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    Lizetta had long suspected that her child wasn''t Rem''s, and it definitely wasn''t a DNA test on her

    unborn baby that would confirm this.

    Just a couple of days ago, she had coerced Edith into letting her undergo an amniocentesis, something

    she had been keeping a close eye on.

    Unexpectedly, Rem arrived and straight-up destroyed Lizetta''s amniotic fluid sample.

    Trouble had struck Edith''s house, and even Hanna found herself under Rem''s watchful eye.

    Evelina had been tormented by nightmares all night, but in the morning, Rem still hadn''t shown up at

    her door.

    Evelina figured Edith must know that if she revealed her involvement, her punishment would only be

    more severe, hence why she wasn''t dragged into it. But what was Lizetta doing here for a paternity

    test?

    Could it be that the baby in Lizetta''s belly really wasn''t Rem''s? Was Lizetta here to secretly get a

    paternity test done for some mystery man?

    The thought made Evelina''s blood boil.

    She hurriedly urged April, "April, you''ve got to find out what she''s here for!"

    Lizetta approached the service desk and easily got her hands on the paternity test report.

    She didn''t immediately open it to read the results but clutched the envelope as she left.

    Just as she had left, April quickly made her way to the desk.

    Once Lizetta was in the car and it started moving, she fumbled with the envelope, unsure of what result

    she hoped to see.

    Taking a deep breath, she opened it.

    Inside were two test results, one for Evelina and ra, and one for herself and ra.

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    Yet, when Lizetta saw the finalparison results, she was shocked and then furrowed her brow in

    confusion.

    How could this be? The paternity test showed that Evelina and ra were indeed mother and

    daughter, while she and ra had no biological rtion whatsoever.

    Could she have been overthinking things?

    In another car, Evelina''s face turned pale when April ryed what she had found out.

    "You''re saying she was getting a paternity test done for who and who?"

    April looked at her curiously, then repeated, "Lizetta was indeedparing the DNA between you and

    Mrs. Hawthorne, and also between her and Mrs. Hawthorne. Is there a problem with that?" Evelina

    quickly covered her emotions and scoffed.

    "Of course, there''s no problem! I look so much like my parents, and I''m the true Hawthorne heiress.

    What could possibly be wrong?

    Ha, I never imagined Lizetta, after all these years, still dreams of being the true heiress, trying to

    rece me? How ludicrous!"

    Seeing Evelina so sure of herself, April nodded, "Well, that''s good then."

    But she couldn''t help thinking how absurd Evelina''s statement was.

    The Hawthorne family was on the brink of bankruptcy, so it made no sense for Lizetta to even think

    about recing Evelina.

    Lizetta was Rem''s wife, who carried the Dashiell family''s precious grandchild, and who was also taken

    in as Master Dories''s apprentice; any casual online alias of hers gathered millions of fans, and she had

    even joined the country''s leading dance troupe.

    Compared to that, Evelina was truly down and out.

    A golden opportunity, wasted.

    April was full of regrets for following Evelina, but for now, she had no better ce or choice.

    As April mulled over these things, Evelina had her hands clenched tight around her purse strap, and

    her eyes were flickering with desperation and panic.

    Evelina hadn''t expected Lizetta to start doubting her own background.

    Fortunately, Lizetta was only suspecting her of being the true Hawthorne heiress, barking up the wrong

    tree.

    Otherwise, Lizetta would have surely discovered the true issue with her background by now.

    This couldn''t continue!

    Since Lizetta had begun to harbor doubts, there was no guarantee she wouldn''t discover the real

    problem next time.

    Evelina dug her nails into her purse strap, thinking she needed to find a way to preemptively defend

    and stop any further investigations.

    Just then, Evelina''s phone rang, which interrupted her thoughts.

    It was ra calling.

    As Evelina picked up, she was immediately greeted by ra''s crying and the chaotic background

    noise.

    "Evelina, you need toe home! There''s been an ident."

    "Mom? What happened, tell me, mom?"

    "That shouldn''t be moved! Don''t touch, ah!"

    The call was filled with the sound of something crashing down before it abruptly cut off.

    Evelina, looking frantic, urged April, "April, drive me home now."

    Rushing back to the Hawthorne estate, Evelina found the ce inplete disarray.

    People were moving in and out, hauling things away. The maid, Nora, was walking out with a suitcase

    and two bags in her arm.

    Evelina recognized one of the bags as one she had just boughtst month. She rushed forward and

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    "Did you just swipe my bag?"

    "Swipe your bag? Look who''s talking, Miss High-and-Mighty. Can''t you see that? The Hawthornes are

    t broke, and our mansion''s getting gutted to cover debts.

    I haven''t seen a paycheck in two months, and it''s a free-for-all with the stuff inside. I just grabbed a

    couple of purses, that''s all. I didn''t even fuss about them being second-hand. What more do you want?

    You want to y thedy of the manor? Square up my wages right now, and you can have your

    precious bags back, as if I care!"

    With that said, Nora shrugged off Evelina with a fling of her arm and dragged her suitcase away,

    leaving Evelina trembling with rage. Nora rolled her eyes and walked off.

    That moment, ra and Kevin were also kicked out of the mansion.

    Evelina rushed over, seizing Kevin by the arm with a face full of shock and fear.

    "Dad, what''s going on? How did thepany tank all of a sudden? Couldn''t we just pull in some

    investment, patch up the financial gaps, and get through this crisis?"

    She was still brainstorming solutions, convinced that there had to be a way out.

    But how did everything copse so suddenly!

    Evelina was so overwhelmed that she was unable to grasp the reality of their downfall.

    Kevin turned around and stared back at Evelina with an ashen face.

    Suddenly, his expression turned furious, and he pped Evelina hard across the face.

    "Ah!" Evelina stumbled back, holding her face in disbelief.

    "Dad? You hit me?"

    Since she returned to the Hawthorne fold, her parents had doted on her, being mindful of the hardships

    she''d faced as a child.

    Buttely, Evelina had faced criticism and reprimands more than once.

    "What did you do this time to infuriate Remington, to make him strike our family down like this? My

    God, how did the Hawthornes end up with such a curse!"

    Kevin pointed at Evelina, his chest heaving with anger.

    Evelina''s face turned ghostly pale, and her expression went nk.

    It was Remington.

    So, it wasn''t that Edith hadn''t ratted her out; it was Remington who had moved against the Hawthornes.

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    A death blow.

    The Hawthorne legacy was shattered, and she, the heiress, became a joke.

    "Evelina, what exactly did you do? Why is all this happening? Did you provoke Lizetta again?" ra

    also pressed Evelina for answers.

    Evelina, her eyes reddened with anger, shook off ra''s hand forcefully.

    "Why? How is it my fault?! Didn''t you always say I was your own flesh and blood, that you''d always

    love me the most? Now you''re bringing up Lizetta again? Ha, I provoked Lizetta? Don''t forget that it

    wasn''t just me who had a spat with her at the diner the other day.

    Lizetta''s now Mrs. Dashiell. Regretting your decisions, are you? Thinking you should''ve never brought

    your own daughter back?

    Ha, too bad, it''s toote! But don''t jump to conclusions just yet. What goes aroundes around. I

    won''t be outdone by Lizetta. The game is long, and I refuse to lose!"

    After her outburst, Evelina turned and stormed off.

    To her dismay, even the car she had driven there had been taken.

    April stood there, panic-stricken, as Evelina''s tears began to fall uncontrobly.

    No, she wouldn''t give up!

    She still had one move to y. Evelina took out her phone; her hands were trembling as she dialed a

    number.

    The news of the Hawthorne''s bankruptcy spread quickly, especially since Evelina had made quite a

    scene with Remington upon her return; it became somewhat of an inte sensation.

    Ynda, having seen the news online, had a field day gossiping about it with Lizetta.

    Feeling curious, Ynda asked Lizetta what was up with Remington, and how could he bear to treat

    Evelina so harshly.

    Lizetta, wanting to spare Ynda the worry, didn''t mention the amniocentesis; instead, she deflected,

    briefly mentioning she had misunderstood something about Ste and Remington. She said she''d

    continue staying at Oakridge Heights for a few days before hanging up.

    Lizetta spent a day at Oakridge Heights without any word from Remington.

    That night, as Lizetta went to bed, there was still no sign of him.

    She thought he wouldn''t return, but the next morning, she woke to find the warmth of a man''s chest

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    Lizetta carefully lifted Rem''s arm from around her waist and turned over.

    She had stayed up waiting for him toe homest night, leaving the curtains open so she could see

    the driveway light up the moment he arrived. But at some point, she had drifted off to sleep.

    Now the bedroom was filled with the bright light of morning, and Lizettay there in the warm winter

    sun, quietly watching the man beside her.

    His face was strikingly handsome; every feature of him perfectly aligned with her ideal of beauty.

    Or perhaps, her idea of beauty had been shaped by him.

    Before she even knew what handsome meant, she had regarded Rem as the most handsome man in

    the world.

    That''s why, no matter how many years had passed, every time she saw his face, her heart still skipped

    a beat.

    He must have stayed at the hospital all of yesterday, because even in his sleep, there was a hint of

    weariness on his brow.

    Without thinking, Lizetta reached out and gently smoothed his furrowed brow.

    Her touch was light, but Rem suddenly opened his eyes.

    Those deep eyes of his, sharp and clear even just after waking, looked into hers like whirlpools.

    Lizetta felt her heart jump, and she curled her fingers back.

    "Did I wake you?"

    Rem caught her retreating hand, squeezed her fingertips gently, and brought them to his lips for a soft

    kiss.

    Then, with a voice husky from sleep, he greeted her.

    "Good morning, honey."

    Lizetta hadn''t expected him to call her "honey" so casually. Despite being married for so long, this was

    the first time he had greeted her like that in the morning, in bed. With her heartbeat quickening, and her

    cheeks warming, she felt a bit shy.

    "When did you get backst night? Is Barbara okay now?"

    Lizetta changed the subject, feeling concerned.

    Seeing Rem in a rtively good mood, she thought Barbara must be doing well.

    Rem pulled Lizetta closer into his embrace, and nodded slightly.

    "The surgery went well, but she''s still in ICU for observation."

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    Feeling relieved, Lizetta smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

    "That''s good to hear. Look at you, your eyes are all red. Go back to sleep for a bit."

    If Barbara hadn''t made it through, Rem would have been devastated. Lizetta didn''t want anyone to

    suffer, not even someone they barely knew.

    She urged him to get some more rest, but when he kept looking at her, she covered his eyes with her

    hand.

    Rem smiled softly, pulling her hand away to look at her again before suddenly asking, "Did you hear

    everything yesterday?"

    Lizetta was surprised that he brought it up.

    She thought he might pretend the incident hadn''t happened, as it wasn''t exactly a happy topic.

    Her eyshes fluttered. "Yeah, I saw you left your phone in the car. I was worried you''d miss an

    important call, so I brought it up to you and just happened to hear." "Are you upset?" Rem asked again.

    Lizetta shook her head. "No, if I were upset, I wouldn''t havee back. I understand the situation; I

    know you had no choice."

    And she wouldn''t have kept thinking about him, waiting for him.

    Rem''s gaze narrowed, fixating on her.

    "So why were you in such a hurry to hang up yesterday? Don''t tell me you were just rushing to get in

    the car; I don''t buy it."

    Feeling cornered by his questioning, Lizetta felt helpless. She hugged Rem tighter, burying her face in

    his chest; her voice was muffled as she spoke.

    "Logically, I understand. But emotionally, what woman wouldn''t feel ufortable hearing her husband

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    She understood his guilt towards the West family and could grasp why he made the choices he did in

    those circumstances. So, she couldn''t really be mad at him.

    Deep down, she harbored a wishful thought that no matter the situation, the man she loved would

    always put her feelings first.

    But clearly, she hadn''t yet earned that ce in his heart.

    And the moment he agreed to Barbara''s request, Lizetta realized something.

    That was, Remington carried a heavy burden of sin and guilt towards the West family.

    To love him was to ept all of him, including his past and the sins that came with it.

    This meant that whenever Ste and the West family came into the picture, she might never be his first

    priority.

    It was a sad realization.

    Not ready to ept this yet, she found herself avoiding him, unable to hide her disappointment and the

    bitter taste it left in her heart.

    But even with this understanding, she couldn''t help but love him still.

    So, she spent the night digesting her feelings.

    Even seeing him exhausted, she couldn''t bring herself to make a fuss.

    Suddenly, Remington flipped over, and pinned Lizetta beneath him.

    He had his arms prop beside her, not pressing down but still overwhelming her with his presence.

    He gazed into her eyes; the depth of his gaze seemed to sparkle.

    "Husband? Since you admit I''m your husband, why do you never call me ''husband'' properly?"

    She hadn''t responded to his calls earlier.

    Not mad at him?

    He could tell she was keeping her annoyance bottled up.

    Lizetta''s cheeks heated under his stare; she felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as she

    pushed against him. "You haven''t even passed your probation period. Calling you ''husband''? Dream

    on."

    Remington, mindful of the baby she was carrying, was easily pushed away.

    As Lizetta attempted to leave the bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into

    his embrace.

    He kissed her forehead tenderly, and said with a deep voice, "I''m sorry for making my little girl feel

    neglected yesterday." Lizetta''s eyes warmed at his words.

    She leaned against his chest, moving her head slightly, "So, when Barbara wakes up, what''s your

    n?"

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    Remington pinched her cheek, "Don''t worry, once godmother wakes up, I''ll rify things with her."

    "How will you rify?" Lizetta looked up at him.

    Knowing Barbara''s stubbornness from yesterday, it wasn''t going to be easy to convince her.

    Remington raised an eyebrow, "There is a way, but it needs Mrs. Dashiell''s cooperation. I wonder if

    Mrs. Dashiell would be willing to help." Lizetta was surprised, "What way?"

    Without answering, Remington suddenly turned to pull open the bedside drawer.

    Before Lizetta could wonder what he was doing, he took her hand.

    She felt a cool touch on her finger and looked down, only to see Remington slipping a wedding ring

    onto her finger.

    "We''ll show godmother our love, make her see how strong our bond is, and she''ll naturally give up."

    Lizetta was skeptical, suspecting he was using this as another opportunity to charm her.

    Looking at the wedding ring back on her finger, she felt her emotions mixed, "Will she really

    understand? What if she doesn''t?"

    Remington held Lizetta''s hand, bringing it to his lips, and kissed the ring gently.

    "Then, it means we need a grand wedding."

    Lizetta''s eyes widened in disbelief.

    She wondered if she had heard him wrong.

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    Lizetta stared nkly at Remington; her heart fluttered with an overwhelming sense of joy. After all, she

    had been dreaming of this wedding day for years on end.

    But the initial rush of excitement quickly gave way to a tide of unease and a slight sting of sorrow.

    It was like finally getting your hands on the apple at the top of the tree after a long climb. The apple that

    looked so red and juicy had tempted you day and night. But when it was finally within grasp, she feared

    i might not be as sweet as she had imagined.

    What if it were bitter.

    "What''s with that look? Scared, or perhaps having second thoughts?"

    Remington''s voice snapped Lizetta out of her daze.

    Only then did she notice the gentle smile had vanished from his handsome face.

    His deep-set eyes now bore a cold detachment, and his brows were furrowed in a mix of amusement

    and indifference. This was hardly the expression of a man overjoyed at the prospect of proposing to the

    woman he loved.

    Lizetta''s heart, which had been beating wildly, felt as if it had been doused with cold water, slowly

    regaining itsposure.

    Lowering her eyshes, she sped her hands tightly and quickly spoke up.

    "We should really clear things up with Barbara first. Maybe, just like you said, Remi, Barbara will

    understand. Plus, my belly''s going to start showing soon, and I won''t look good in a wedding dress."

    Remington cut her off with a cold tone, "No matter how much you say, it still means you''re unwilling."

    She didn''t love him. To her, he was probably nothing more than a brotherly figure to lean on.

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    As a woman who had always been intent on leaving, even while carrying his child, how could she

    possibly be thrilled about his proposal?

    With a mocking twist of his lips, Remington let go of Lizetta and got out of bed.

    His departure was decisive. Lizetta felt an immediate emptiness beside her, which sent her into a

    panic. Instinctively, she reached out to grab Remington.

    But she caught nothing. As his figure reached the door, Lizetta hurriedly got out of bed and followed

    him.

    "Remi. Ah!"

    Her movements were hasty, and without shoes, she stepped on a slipper, leading her to trip and plunge

    forward in a panic.

    Lizetta turned pale with fright, barely managing to protect her belly as she closed her eyes.

    However, she didn''t hit the floor but instead fell into the familiar, broad embrace of a man.

    "What are you running around for! Don''t you know your condition?!"

    Remington''s voice was stern as it came from above her. Lizetta clung to his waist, and her heart was

    still racing.

    She took a moment to catch her breath; feeling wronged, she looked up at him with teary eyes.

    "Was I the one running around? It was clearly you who got mad out of nowhere!"

    He was ready to storm out at the drop of a hat. Who does that?

    Looking down at her, Remington felt his irritation deted somewhat at the sight of her tear-filled eyes.

    He softened his tone.

    "Alright, alright. If you don''t want the wedding now, we''ll wait. It''s all up to you. Stop crying, or Joy might

    think I''ve been bullying you again."

    He gently patted Lizetta''s back, noticing she was standing barefoot on the floor. Bending down, he

    picked her up and carried her back to the bed. Kneeling beside the bed, he pretended to brush off non-

    existent dust from her feet before cing them back on the bed.

    Lizetta watched him, and when he looked up, she spoke.

    "Remi, it''s not that I don''t want the wedding, it''s just..."

    She wanted to tell him that a wedding with him was a dreame true.

    If it were just two months earlier, or even before she knew about Ste a month ago, she would have

    been overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.

    But now, even though she was temporarily back by his side, the path ahead seemed shrouded in fog,

    unclear.

    She also couldn''t forget those old photos which he kept hidden away in a box.

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    In those photos, he and Ste, dressed as a bride and groom, were riding on a majestic horse,

    laughing so heartily.

    Do kids at the age of eleven or twelve really not understand what it means to have a crush?

    But she had fallen for Rem at the very onset of her adolescence.

    She wanted to ask Remington if he truly felt only guilt towards Ste, with no love at all.

    But before she could even begin, Remington patted her head, interrupting her.

    "Alright, let''s not talk about this any longer. Hungry? Go freshen up."

    Lizetta wanted to press further, but just then, Remington''s phone began to ring.

    He stood up and gestured towards the bathroom, signaling Lizetta to go freshen up, and then he took

    his phone and walked over to the balcony to answer the call. Lizetta bit her lip and headed to the

    bathroom.

    When she came out, Remington had just returned from his call.

    "Alright, I understand. She''s not just your darling; rest assured, and I''ll be extremely careful in taking

    good care of her."

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    Lizetta paused, her heart skipping a beat.

    Could it be that Barbara had woken up?

    The "darling" he was talking about, was it Ste?

    As Lizetta inevitably pondered over it, she suddenly felt his phone pressed to her ear.

    She looked up in surprise at Remington, who whispered, "It''s Grandma''s call."

    Lizetta was taken aback again; it was Grandma on the phone.

    So, the "darling" he was talking about was her?

    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed slightly, and at the same time, Fiona''s affectionate voice came through the

    receiver.

    "Lizetta, dear, Grandma got a very auspicious fortune at the church this time!

    Master Wisdom said that you and Remington are destined partners, without a doubt!

    I also got a blessing for Joy, to ensure a healthy and smooth birth. Later, you and Remingtone

    over to the family home, and carry this blessing with you."

    "Grandma, you''re back? Ok, then Remi and I wille to see you soon."

    Hearing the olddy''s voice made Lizetta happy. After hanging up, she hurried Remington.

    "Remi, let''s hurry down for breakfast; don''t keep Grandma waiting."

    Remington was dragged along, feeling excited, yet cautious not to let her trip or get tired.

    Bending down, he picked her up, and Lizetta looked up at him.

    He slightly frowned and chuckled.

    "It seems that only Grandma can make you this happy. When will you smile like that at me? I feel

    unappreciated!"

    As he spoke, he yfully tapped her on the backside, and his tone was a mix of mock hurt and

    dissatisfaction.

    Lizetta was lost for words.

    This man, was he really jealous of Grandma?

    She must be overthinking it.

    After breakfast, Remington apanied Lizetta out.

    But they had barely left Oakridge Heights when Remington received a call from Hanna.

    Hanna''s panicked cries echoed in the car.

    "Remington, what do we do, Joseph is missing! He ran away from the hospital, and he''s gone! Please

    send someone to find your brother!"

    Lizetta was also shocked, staring anxiously at Remington.

    Remington''s brows furrowed as he asked sternly.

    "When did he disappear? And how do you know he ran away from home?"

    Hanna sobbed, "He overheard the servants talking about how I forced Lizetta to undergo

    amniocentesis, and then he quietly left the hospital, even leaving a note saying he didn''t want to be

    treated anymore! The security footage only caught him sneaking out the back door of the hospital.

    Where could he have gone? What if he faints or gets kidnapped!

    Oh, is Lizetta with you? Ask her if Joseph might have gone to see her, and where she might be hiding

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    Remi turned his head towards Lizetta, "Any idea where Joe might have gone?"

    Hannah, overhearing the conversation, immediately raised her voice.

    "Give the phone to Lizetta! I''ll ask her!"

    But Remi''s voice dropped, firm and concerned, "I''ll get someone on it."

    It was clear that he was worried about Hannah saying something more to Lizetta, so he cut off their

    conversation.

    However, Lizetta snatched the phone from Remi, saying, "Joe hasn''t contacted me, and no, I haven''t

    hidden him away."

    At Lizetta''s words, Hannah broke down, "Lizetta, Joe could pass out at any moment. He ran away

    because of you; you must know where he is. Please, think!" Hannah''s voice lost its edge, now carrying

    a plea.

    Lizetta, being a mother herself, understood the panic and desperation of a mother whose child is

    missing.

    She replied softly, "Joe is my brother; I''m just as worried. Trust me, I''ll think it over and work with Remi

    to find him as soon as possible."

    After hanging up, Lizetta looked at Remi.

    "There''s a spot behind the old house, and he might be hiding there."

    They continued towards the old house, with Remi holding Lizetta''s hand.

    "Don''t worry too much. He''s smart, and he wouldn''t just wander off."

    Lizetta held Remi''s hand tighter; her worry for Joe was mixed with a sense of distraction.

    Compared to Hannah, who showed anxious love for Joe, she barely acted like a mother towards Remi.

    Lizetta wondered if Remi felt neglected or sad.

    "What''s up?" Remi caught her gaze, looking down at her.

    Lizetta shook her head, only gripping his hand tighter.

    The ce Lizetta thought Joe might go was ''Willow Cottage'' in the woods behind the old house.

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    Whenever Joe felt down, Lizetta would take him there, teaching him to speak into the hollow of the tree

    at ''Willow Cottage'' - their secret hideout. Arriving at ''Willow Cottage,'' they indeed found Joe''s sneakers

    under the tree.

    Lizetta motioned for Remi to let her down.

    "Don''t climb; I''ll call him out," Remington said, frowning.

    But Lizetta covered his mouth, "Don''t scare him. You''re his brother; show some patience. Or I seriously

    doubt Joy will have a patient dad!" Remington sighed internally, acknowledging his short fuse with kids.

    Perhaps the little patience he had was all spent on her.

    "Alright, climb on up," he conceded, stepping forward to hoist Lizetta onto his shoulders.

    With Remi''s help, Lizetta easily climbed into ''Willow Cottage.''

    There, Joseph was found in a corner, crying.

    "Look who we have here, hiding and crying like a little goofball?"

    Hearing Lizetta, Joseph jumped up, with his head down, ready to dash out.

    Lizetta grabbed him, "The doctor said I should be resting. Do you want me searching all over for you?"

    He looked up at Lizetta''s belly, with worry and guilt in his eyes, then hung his head low, mumbling.

    "Lizetta, I don''t want treatment anymore. I don''t want to hurt you. Ouch!"

    Before he could finish, Lizetta gave him a firm knock on the head.

    With tears welling up, he looked up at her, and she sighed, rubbing his head.

    "If you don''t get treated, who''s going to protect Joy when he''s born? What if he gets bullied?"

    "Who dares!" Joseph immediately clenched his fists.

    Lizetta took his hand and ced it on her belly.

    "Feel that. Joy is fine, and I''m not hurt because of you."

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    Lizetta felt her eyes brimmed with warmth as she pulled Joseph into a hug.

    "It doesn''t hurt, sweetheart. You get shots every day and don''t flinch. A little poke for Lizetta won''t hurt,

    right?"

    "But if it weren''t for me."

    "It''s not about you. I wanted to help save you too. When I first found out I was pregnant with Joy, I

    asked the doctor about it. They said that marrow matching is very strict, usually requiring a blood

    match, and amniotic fluid can''t provide an urate match. Otherwise, I would have had the amniotic

    fluid tested forpatibility a long time ago, and we wouldn''t have needed your mom to push me into

    it."

    "But if it''s not possible to match, why did my mom still do that?" Joseph was utterly surprised.

    Lizetta yfully tugged on Joseph''s ear, "Your mom had other reasons, stuff you''re too young to

    understand!"

    Lizetta''s resistance to having amniotic fluid drawn wasn''t about refusing to help Joseph but about

    respect.

    It was apletely different issue.

    Moreover, Hanna''s insistence on the procedure was mostly due to her suspicion that Joy wasn''t

    actually Remington''s child.

    Joseph, clearly not able to grasp this, had his little face crinkled up.

    Lizetta chuckled, smoothing out his face with a mock stern look.

    "Just listen to me and don''t worry about it. You need to get back to the hospital and focus on getting

    better! And if you dare sneak out again, I might just ignore you, got it?!" "Okay."

    Joseph nodded, then, touching Lizetta''s belly, he eximed in surprise, "Lizetta, your waist has gotten

    so much bigger!"

    Lizetta was lost for words.

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    "That''s not my waist getting bigger; it''s my belly."

    "Isn''t it the same thing?"

    "Of course not!"

    Just then, Hanna''s shouting, along with the sound of footsteps, echoed from below the tree.

    Lizetta led Joseph out of ''Willow Cottage,'' and upon seeing Joseph, Hanna shed tears, and begged

    him toe down quickly. Joseph stepped back, pursing his lips, "Apologize to Lizetta, or I won''t go

    down, and I won''t go back to the hospital either."

    Hanna''s face stiffened.

    With bodyguards and medical staff behind her, she was reluctant to apologize to Lizetta in front of

    everyone.

    Hesitating, Joseph turned to head back into ''Willow Cottage.''

    In a panic, Hanna finally looked at Lizetta and quickly said, "I''m sorry."

    Somewhat surprised by Hanna''s apology, Lizetta pulled Joseph along.

    "Alright, let''s go down and follow the doctor back to the hospital. You''ve caused quite the stir there."

    Joseph pouted, but he listened to Lizetta and stepped forward, extending his hand.

    Remington lifted the boy down, and Joseph, resting on Remington''s shoulder, bit his lip and said, "Bro,

    I''m sorry."

    Without saying much, Remington just gave the boy a gentle pat on the head and personally wrapped

    Joseph in a nket handed over by a bodyguard before cing the boy on the stretcher. Hanna

    rushed to embrace Joseph, and instructed the medical staff to check on him.

    After the hustle and bustle, Hanna took Joseph back to the hospital, and Lizetta was then carried down

    from the tree by Remington, back to the old mansion.

    After hearing about the incident, Fiona was a bit shocked by it.

    After escorting Fiona back to her room, she took Lizetta''s hand and said, "Lizetta, I just found out what

    happened while I was away these past few days. I''m sorry you had to go through that." Lizetta felt a

    warm surge in her heart. In the Dashiell family, aside from Remington, she had much affection and

    reluctance to leave.

    Fiona and Joseph were her closest people recently.

    "Grandma, why does Hanna treat Remi and Joseph so differently?"

    Sometimes, she even wondered if there was something mysterious about Remington''s birth, perhaps

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    Fiona sighed deeply; her voice was tinged with a mncholic nostalgia as she sped Lizetta''s hand.

    "Ah, it''s all ancient history now. You see, back in the day, Hanna was expecting twins, a boy and a girl,

    and everything seemed perfect. But then, around the sixth month, the unthinkable happened: the

    pregnancy stopped. That girl would have been Remington''s twin sister. The doctors said the twins were

    sharing one centa and the blood supply was uneven. One twin was too strong, and the other, well,

    Hanna couldn''te to terms with it and med Remington."

    Lizetta, with her eyes widened, protested, "But how could she me her own son? Losing one baby

    should have made the other more precious, right? Besides, the loss could have been due to many

    reasons. Maybe Hanna didn''t rest enough, or perhaps the girl had some gic issues. It''s unfair to

    me the other twin."

    "Exactly, we all tried to tell her that, but sometimes grief makes people think irrationally. The procedure

    was done without pain, but Hanna was awake for the whole thing. Seeing the baby must have

    traumatized her, leading her to develop these extreme thoughts."

    Lizetta''s hand instinctively went to her belly, and her heart was squeezing in empathy.

    She could somewhat understand Hanna''s pain; the thought of a fully-formed baby being taken out of

    the body is just too cruel.

    "What a tragedy. On top of that, Hanna had a rough postpartum period. Your father-inw was caught

    cheating, which plunged her into postpartum depression. When Remington was two months old, he

    had a fever in the middle of the night. If it weren''t for the nanny noticing in time, Hanna might have

    identally smothered him. That''s when your grandfather and I decided to take Remington under our

    wing." Lizetta had always wondered why Hanna, who didn''t work, wasn''t raising Remington herself.

    Fiona didn''t seem the type to snatch her grandson away.

    It all made sense now.

    Fiona sighed again, "Her condition was severe. We consulted numerous psychologists, but nothing

    helped. It was actually Ste West who began to turn things around for her." "Ste?" Lizetta was

    surprised again.

    "Yes, Ste. She and Remington were born on the same day. Hanna, in her state of transference,

    started treating Ste like a daughter, which is why the two kids celebrated their birthdays together

    every year." So, Remington''s affection for Ste was sibling-like?

    Remington had mentioned that Ste looked after him like a big sister.

    So that was all there was to it.

    "Grandma, with Ste not being able toe back, did Hanna me Remington again? Is that why

    their rtionship has been so strained over the years?"

    Fiona nodded, her eyes reflecting a world of sorrow.

    "It''s moreplicated than that. During the time Remington was missing, Hanna got pregnant again.

    When Remington finally came back, he was a wreck, both physically and mentally, refusing to eat or

    drink, but she was too focused on her pregnancy.

    It''s ironic really. One night, she went to get some water and saw Remington on the balcony. He was so

    emaciated that she didn''t recognize him, and she even fell down the stairs out of scare, which led to a

    miscarriage. Their rtionship only grew more strained after that.

    Eventually, she gave birth to Joseph, whom she treated like the apple of her eye. Now with Joseph''s

    illness, she''s be even more irrational."

    Nathan''s affair had made the olddy feel like she had failed in raising her son. Hanna''s series of

    irrational decisions had left the olddy feeling helpless yet tolerant.

    "Lizetta, dear, try not to take it to heart."

    Clearly troubled by Hanna''sck of insight, Fiona patted Lizetta''s hand in a gesture offort.

    Lizetta nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.

    Fiona continued, "Lizetta, dear, through all these years, Remington has had it toughest.

    He never did anything wrong, yet he''s had to shoulder so much. He had both parents, yet he never felt

    his mother''s love. The situation with Ste wasn''t his fault, yet he''s been unfairly med.

    He might look like he has it all - young, sessful, a golden boy - but guilt and responsibility are the

    heaviest burdens. If they had a taste, it would be bitter.

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    "Back when Ste''s incident had cast a shadow over Remington, he could hardly find it within himself

    to smile. It was your relentless pestering, your dependence, and your unwavering trust in him that

    eventually brought him back to his old self.

    I''ve grown old, my health waning, don''t know how much longer I could be a part of your lives. I hope

    you two can keep each other''spany, support each other, and be a better couple. Do you

    understand?"

    Lizetta couldn''t stand to hear Fiona talk like that, and tears immediately streamed down her face as she

    hugged the olddy, sobbing, "Remi and I will definitely do better, but you can''t say things like that,

    Grandma Fiona! I''m still young; I feel like I haven''t even grown up yet. Remi has no patience. We have

    Joy now; I was hoping you could teach us how to raise the baby."

    Fiona chuckled unwittingly, patting Lizetta''s hair and said, "Alright, as long as you don''t mind me

    spoiling Joy rotten, I''ll surely teach you."

    "That won''t happen! You raised Remi and me, and we turned out to be the best," Lizetta boasted with a

    lift of her head, causing Fiona tough even more.

    After a while, Fiona grew tired from all the talking. Once Lizetta had made sure Fiona was asleep, she

    stepped out of the room.

    She asked Tina, "Where''s Remi?"

    "Mr. Dashiell should be in his study handling some business. Cedric just dropped by with some items.

    Would you like to go up and see him, Mrs. Dashiell?" Lizetta shook her head, noticing the pruning

    shears in Tina''s hand, an idea sparking in her mind. She took them with a smile, saying, "No need, I''ll

    just give Remi a call." With a spring in her step, Lizetta called him while making her way to the garden.

    Tina watched her go, muttering with a smile, "It''s been a while since Mrs. Dashiell seemed this happy."

    When Remington answered Lizetta''s call, his eyebrow raised slightly, "Why are you calling?"

    "Are you in your study? Open the window,e on," she urged, her voice soft and coaxing.

    Remington felt a tingling in his ear, his lips curving into a slight smile as he rose from his chair and

    walked to the window.

    Upon opening it, he spotted Lizetta standing in the garden gazebo.

    They locked eyes, and she waved at him vigorously, even hopping on the steps to signal him toe

    over.

    Watching her carefree movements, Remington couldn''t help but worry she might trip any second.

    His heart tightened, his expression turning serious, "Don''t move!"

    With those words, he skillfully leaped from the window sill, using a nearby maple tree for support as he

    jumped down and quickly made his way to Lizetta.

    Lizetta was stunned; staring at the fast approaching figure, she walked ahead, flustered, "How could

    you just jump down from the second floor?"

    Remington had already climbed the gazebo steps, wrapping an arm around Lizetta''s waist, "Didn''t you

    call me over?"

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    She had, but she hadn''t expected him to leap through the window. Shaking off her surprise at his

    impressive agility, Lizetta decided not to dwell on it. Alright, since he had that advantage. "Remi,e

    with me."

    She took Remington''s hand, pulling him into the gazebo, and handed him the shears. Standing next to

    a pir marked with her growth over the years, she looked up at him with a smile, "Can you add the

    final mark for my height now?"

    Remington looked at her with a hint of surprise, raising an eyebrow and asked, "What made you think

    of this all of a sudden?"

    Lizetta just smiled with pressed rosy lips, her eyes gleaming with sincerity and charm.

    As a child, she had harbored a deep wish. When she finally stopped growing, marking her height on

    this pir for thest time, she hoped to marry Remi and be his wife. But as they grew older and

    even after they married, they drifted apart.

    Now, she wanted to mend that regret. She was willing to gamble on herst ounce of courage, to love

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    "Hurry up, Remi!"

    Lizetta, seeing Remington fiddling with the shears and standing still, leaned in and tugged at his hand.

    "Stand still," Remington moved closer and looked down at her.

    Obediently, Lizetta stood straight against the pir while Remington measured her height with his hand,

    raising an eyebrow.

    "That should do it."

    Lizetta stepped away, and only then did Remington press the scissors firmly against the spot he had

    marked, engraving a horizontal line.

    "Little Munchkin has grown taller. Keep it up," he would always say that.

    Lizetta would then jump up in defiance, trying to reach Remington''s chest, shoulders, and chin, getting

    taller each year.

    This time, Lizetta stepped closer, wrapped her arms around Remington''s neck with a smile, and said,

    "I''m 22 now, not growing any taller. But I think this height is just perfect." Lizetta stepped on

    Remington''s feet, pulled his neck closer with her arms, and as he bent down slightly, she tiptoed and

    leaned in to kiss his lips.

    She showed him that their height difference was just right for a kiss.

    Remington, taken aback by her forwardness, paused for a moment before the shears in his hand

    dropped to the ground with a ng.

    The next second, Remington lifted her into his arms, pressing her soft, fragrant body close to his chest,

    while his hand moved to caress the back of her neck passionately. He took the lead, responding

    fiercely to her kiss.

    Lizetta, who had stood on his feet, stepped back against the pir as he led her. They didn''t know how

    long they kissed. She gently pushed Remington away when she got tired.

    But Remington wasn''t satisfied yet. He pulled away slightly, chuckling, "Tired already?"

    Before Lizetta, who was still panting, could reply, he lifted her up by her legs. She gasped, and he

    continued, silencing her protests with a kiss.

    When he finally let her go, Lizetta''s legs were wrapped around his waist, her body limp. Her cheeks

    were flushed, her eyes soft and glistening, and her lips, which had been gently sucked by the man,

    trembled looking utterly alluring.

    "What does this mean?"

    Remington''s gaze was intense, filled with restrained emotion as he looked at her. Blushing, Lizetta met

    his gaze and said, "Remi, let''s throw a wedding party."

    Remington squinted, "Why the sudden change of mind?"

    Lizetta felt a bit embarrassed; she had just turned him down two hours ago. Puffing her cheeks, she

    replied, embarrassed, "Aren''t you happy?"

    A smile yed on Remington''s lips, his eyes twinkling with joy. He kissed her again, murmuring, "How

    could I not be, with such sweetness?"

    Lizetta''s ears heated up at his words. She was ecstatic, to the point that she felt a bit unreal and

    fearful.

    She hugged him, avoiding his kiss to whisper in his ear, "Remi, let''s have a good life together. You

    need to treat me well. If you make me sad again, I''ll really, really start to dislike you." Remington

    stroked her hair, simply responding, "Okay."

    Just then, a shout came from the courtyard.

    Lizetta lifted her head from Remington''s shoulder to see Tina looking over from a distance. Clearly, she

    had seen their intimate pose. Tina covered her eyes, turned, and walked away.

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    Lizetta''s face heated up, about to ask Remington to let her down when Tina, still covering her eyes,

    stepped back and called out, "Mr. Dashiell, Mrs. Dashiell''s carrying a baby; ahem, take it easy, okay?"

    After reminding them, Tina quickly walked away.

    Lizetta''s face turned even redder, tapping on Remington''s shoulder, "Aren''t you going to put me down

    now?" Instead of letting her go, Remington lifted her higher, admiring her embarrassed expression with

    a teasing smile. "Well, since we''ve already been caught and misunderstood, just kissing seems a bit

    short-changed. How about we..."

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    Lizetta''s eyes widened in shock, immediately cutting him off, "Stop! Put me down, now!"

    Seeing her flush with annoyance, Remington reluctantly set her down. Lizetta leaned against a pir,

    fixing her disheveled clothes.

    The man looked down at her and suddenly said, "Who says they won''t grow? I feel like they''ve gotten

    bigger these past few days."

    Lizetta, at first confused by hisment, followed his gaze down to her chest and her face turned even

    redder. But since she got pregnant, there seemed to indeed be some changes; her bra had gotten

    tighter.

    "Don''t go wrapping them up in cloth this time."

    Lizetta shot Remington a re, remembering how she used to bind her chest with cloth and how he

    had spanked her for it, feeling a tinge of sweetness.

    He leaned closer, whispering slowly in her ear, "They''re mine now. Any mistreatment won''t just result in

    a spanking."

    Although Lizetta wasn''t well-endowed, her figure was beautifully proportioned, thanks to her slim waist.

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    She had always thought he liked her figure, but never realized he was actually a fan of bigger being

    better.

    She smacked Remington lightly, calling him a "pervert" with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

    Remington just held her andughed softly, not bothering to argue.

    At noon, Lizetta and Remington joined Fiona for lunch, and also shared their decision to have a

    wedding celebration.

    Fiona was over the moon, eagerly discussing dates and arrangements with Lizetta. After lunch, Lizetta

    spent a long while with Fiona, and they finally left the vi.

    On their way back to Oakridge Heights, Remington got a call from Martin. Barbara had woken up and

    had been moved from the ICU to a regr room.

    Not wanting any dys, Remington directed the driver to the hospital, taking Lizetta with him. Entering

    the hospital room hand-in-hand, they found Eileen wiping Barbara''s face. She greeted them with a

    smile. "Remington."

    She hesitated to address Lizetta, feeling it awkward to call her "Mrs. Dashiell" in front of Barbara.

    Before she could find an appropriate title, Barbara happily reached out from her bed.

    "Remington, I never thought I''d make it through this. Guess it means even the heavens want me to

    witness your wedding with Ste. Let''s keep the wedding simple and fast, okay? I''m not sure how long

    I''llst but attending your wedding would let me die happy."

    Eileen shot an apologetic smile at Lizetta, leaning in to whisper, "Mom, Mrs. Dashiell came too."

    Remington held Lizetta''s hand tighter, while thetter had made full mental preparation. Having

    decided to stand by Remington, Lizetta was ready to face all hardships with him, including his

    obligations to the West family.

    Respecting Barbara as a mother figure, Lizetta was prepared to treat her as such. Without hesitation,

    she returned Eileen''s smile, sped Remington''s hand, and then turned to Barbara with a bouquet in

    hand, softly saying.

    "Mrs. West, I''ve brought you some flowers. I arranged them myself with pale pink carnations, bright

    yellow roses, green bellflowers, and orange tulips, all symbols of health and happiness.

    Try smelling them; the scent''s light and refreshing. They''re still dewy from the morning. Just touch

    them; they''re full of life and beauty."

    Lizetta reached out to let Barbara feel the vibrant energy of the flowers. However, Barbara''s smile

    faded, and with a sudden sweep of her hand, she knocked the bouquet away.

    In an instant, the flowers scattered on the floor.

    Fortunately, Remington reacted quickly, pulling Lizetta away from the bedside to avoid getting hit in the

    face.

    Barbara''s voice was filled with agitation, "Remington, your wife knows I can''t see. What''s the point of

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    Barbara''s outburst didn''t catch Lizetta off guard.

    That day, when she t-out refused to enter the operating room, Lizetta could see her stubborn streak.

    But, she was still taken aback by Barbara''s reaction.

    Remington wrapped her in his arms, giving her shoulders a gentle pat before he spoke up, "You''re

    overthinking this. Getting this bunch of flowers was my idea. My wife just helped pick them out and

    wrapped them up herself, to show we care."

    Barbara copsed onto the bed, breathing slightly heavily, her eyes, clouded with age, looked towards

    Remington.

    "Remington, you''re here to visit today, and you brought her along; what''s the real message you''re

    trying to send? Just spit it out."

    Remington let go of Lizetta''s hand and stepped forward. He bent down, taking Barbara''s frail hand in

    his, the one adorned with his wedding ring.

    "Mom, you can feel it yourself, my wedding ring''s always been on my finger, and my wife''s always been

    by my side. She''s carrying our child, and we''ve decided to call off the divorce. We''re actually nning

    our wedding. Mom, I''m sorry. I can''t keep the promise I made to you before."

    Barbara touched the ring on Remington''s finger, her hands trembling non-stop. She looked at

    Remington with sadness and disappointment, "Remington, you''re always the one I knew who kept your

    word!" Remington, feeling guilty, held Barbara''s hand tighter, "I''m sorry. I can promise you anything

    else, but not this. My wife and I love each other; we simply can''t be apart."

    As Remington said this and nced back at Lizetta, although she knew his words were mainly for

    Barbara, meeting his gaze, and hearing him speak of their love and inability to separate made her heart

    race uncontrobly, as if it would leap out of her throat.

    His gaze, even for a moment, made her feel like his words were genuine, straight from the heart. Under

    his gaze, she blushed slightly.

    She sped her hands tightly, gathering all her courage to say clearly, "Mrs. West, I love my husband,

    and he respects you like a mother. I believe you wish for his happiness too, and I hope you can bless

    us." Barbara seemed utterly disheartened, suddenly releasing Remington''s hand. She turned her head,

    reaching out beside her, searching for "Ste".

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    Remington nced at Eileen, who hurried forward, taking Barbara''s hand, "Mom, I''m here."

    Barbara then clung to Eileen''s arm, tears streaming down her face,menting, "Ste, my poor Ste,

    I''m sorry I can''t fulfill myst wish for you before I go. I''m sorry."

    Eileen, patting Barbara''s shoulder, persuaded her at Remington''s gesture, "Mom, I know you only want

    what''s best for me, but just being back with you and dad already makes me very happy.

    Besides, I can see that Remington and his wife truly love each other. I don''t want to be the one who

    breaks them apart."

    "Silly girl, you''re still as kind-hearted as you were when you were little, always thinking of others before

    yourself, willing to suffer just so Remington wouldn''t feel bad.

    You gave your chance of escape to someone else, and took on all the suffering yourself. All these

    years, I can''t bear to think how you''ve managed.

    You''re always so selfless, helping others with no thought for yourself. Who''s there to help you? How

    can I rest easy? My heart aches for you!"

    Her tears continued to flow from her clouded eyes, her face marked with illness, making her look all the

    more pitiful.

    Every word was directed at "Ste", but they were also aimed at pricking Remington''s conscience.

    She mentioned Ste''s sacrifices and the hardships she endured over the years, subtly implying that

    Lizetta had gained everything without effort, reaping what should have been Ste''s. Lizetta felt

    ufortable, worried that Barbara''s words would make Remington feel more distressed, more guilty.

    She looked at Remington, only to see his brows furrowed deeply, his hands clenched so tight at his

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    Lizetta stepped forward, reaching out to hold Remington''s hand. But the man quickly withdrew his

    hand, leaving Lizetta momentarily stunned, her fingertips curling back.

    She couldn''t decipher his thoughts or what his instinctive reaction meant, but it left a void in her heart,

    like grasping at thin air.

    Remington seemed to realize his overreaction. He turned to Lizetta, his gaze deep, "Could you wait

    outside for me, please?"

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    He probably thought her presence would only escte Barbara''s emotions further. Lizetta nodded, not

    saying a word, and turned to leave.

    As she was closing the hospital room door, she saw Remington pulling out a tissue and leaning down

    to whisperforting words to Barbara. Eileen was there too, standing on the other side of Barbara''s

    bed, both of them like a devoted couple circling their parents in their hour of need. Lizetta hesitated for

    a moment before closing the door and turning around, only to find herself face-to-face with Martin.

    "Mr. West," Lizetta greeted him respectfully with a nod.

    Martin''s hair was peppered with gray, perhaps weary from life''s burdens, with deep furrows between

    his brows.

    He appeared a decade older than Nathan, despite being around the same age, but he carried an air of

    authority. His stern gaze when he looked at someone silently was quite intimidating.

    He didn''t respond to Lizetta''s greeting, his eyes instead fixating on her right hand and saying, "The

    Dashiell family and the West family had a marriage arrangement long ago. Picking up something that

    shouldn''t be yours will only burn your hands eventually."

    Lizetta''s right hand was adorned with a wedding ring, its diamond sparkling brilliantly, a symbol of

    Remington''smitment to her.

    Martin''s gaze lingered on that ring as he spoke. Lizetta didn''t retract her hand or attempt to hide it; she

    disyed it openly, saying.

    "This ring was chosen by my grandmother, and my husband personally put it on my finger. I''m truly

    sorry about Ste''s situation, but Mr. West, being the elder, you surely understand that we must live in

    the present."

    Right now, she was Remington''s wife. Bringing up a long-forgotten betrothal agreement seemed

    absurd.

    After speaking, Lizetta nodded politely at Martin, making way for him, and headed towards the

    restroom.

    Martin watched her go, murmuring, "Young people should be careful not to speak too confidently."

    Lizetta didn''t look back, quickening her pace instead. When she emerged from the restroom, washing

    her hands at the sink, Eileen came in too.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, you okay?"

    Lizetta smiled and shook her head, "I''m fine. Why are you out here too?"

    "Oh, Mr. West came by. He asked me to step out. I guess he wanted to try and talk some sense into

    Barbara himself. Barbara really listens to Mr. West, and he seems like a reasonable man. With Mr.

    Dashiell being so resolute, Mrs. Dashiell, you need not worry."

    Lizetta pressed her lips, realizing that Martin seemed to share Barbara''s stance. If Mr. and Mrs. West

    couldn''t understand, even if Remington and she had a smooth wedding, it would still weigh heavily on

    his heart.

    Seeing her forced smile, Eileen stepped closer, taking Lizetta''s hand, saying, "Really, Mrs. Dashiell,

    don''t worry. I''m not the real Ste, after all. If ites to it, I''ll just tell Barbara I''m already married with

    kids. That way, she can''t possibly keep pressing Mr. Dashiell, right?"

    Remington had arranged for Eileen to impersonate Ste, merely to spare Barbara any regrets. Since it

    was all a pretense, a lie, they wanted to involve as few people as possible, hence not revealing Eileen''s

    marriage and children to Barbara.

    They had even fabricated a decent backstory for Eileen, saying she was saved by someone years ago

    but lost her memory due to a fever. The family that saved her took her in and treated her well. Bringing

    up marriage and children now would seem out of ce.

    Lizetta shook her head at Eileen, "Don''t take any rash actions. If Barbara gets suspicious, it could get

    messy."

    Eileen nodded in agreement, "Just let me know how I can help, Mrs. Dashiell."

    Lizetta thanked her, and as they talked, they were unaware of a shadow passing by outside the

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    Evelina clutched at her heart as she hurried away from the restroom.

    Today, she''d received a call from her doctor, suggesting she make a trip to the obstetrics and

    gynecology department. Thinking of the baby growing inside her as herst bargaining chip, she didn''t

    dare dy and rushed over immediately. Little did she know, she would witness Remington bringing

    Lizetta to visit Barbara, who clearly disliked Lizetta.

    Now, Ste had been brought back into the picture; wanting to see Lizetta''s downfall, she had stealthily

    followed them. What she hadn''t expected was to overhear such a revtion. This Ste was an

    impostor! The real Ste hadn''t been found at all! Why should Lizetta be so lucky! Filled with

    indignation, Evelina arrived at the obstetrics department and entered the doctor''s office. Hearing the

    doctor''s diagnosis made her tremble, disbelievingly caressing her slightly protruding belly, her eyes

    darkening.

    On the way home from the hospital.

    Lizetta and Remington sat together in the backseat, his brows furrowed deeply, clearly in a bad mood.

    Lizetta figured his conversation with Barbara must not have gone well either. She took the initiative,

    holding his hand and leaning in to say, "If she really can''te around, maybe we shouldn''t rush the

    wedding."

    Remington held Lizetta''s hand in return, his fingers caressing her wedding ring, his lips curving slightly

    as he said, "So understanding?"

    Lizetta rested against his shoulder, "Maybe she just needs more time to ept it. Who knows, she

    mighte around."

    Besides, Barbara''s days seemed numbered; they could always have the wedding after she passed.

    After all, she had waited over two years for the wedding; what was a little longer?

    Remington tightened his grip on her wrist, his gaze darkening as he asked, "Are youpromising, or

    do you not care much for the wedding?"

    Lizetta frowned slightly; she was thinking of him, not wanting him to be in a tough spot. Why did his

    words sound like he was upset?

    She lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him as she said, "What if the wedding upsets Barbara,

    and something happens?"

    If that were the case, Remington would feel even more guilty towards the West family. Would he then

    resent her? She didn''t care about getting Barbara''s approval or blessing, but Remington clearly did.

    "Something happens? What kind of thing?" Remington''s gaze sharpened.

    Lizetta could feel his suppressed displeasure as she slowly withdrew her hand, saying, "It''s just a

    concern, not a curse on Barbara. If you think it''s offensive, I''m sorry."

    Feeling stifled, she turned to look out the window.

    Remington caught a glimpse of her cold profile and suddenly pulled her closer. Lizetta, caught off

    guard, fell into his embrace.

    Remington held her chin, looking into her slightly panicked eyes, and said firmly, "Once we''ve decided

    on the wedding, it''s not something we can just back out of! I brought you here today to announce it, not

    to ask for anyone''s permission."

    There was no room for her to back out.

    Lizetta, trapped in his embrace, was still trying to understand Remington''s intentions when she heard

    him instruct the driver, "Christ, head to Graceful Gowns Bridal."

    Graceful Gowns Bridal was the most renowned bridal shop in Zion City, coborating with many

    famous international bridal gown designers. It was the go-to ce for wedding attire in their circle.

    Lizetta had discussed with Fiona about checking out wedding dresses there during lunch; Remington

    must have overheard.

    She looked at him in surprise, "We''re going to Graceful Gowns Bridal to pick out a wedding dress

    now?"

    "Why not?"

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    Remington focused on her face, noting her surprise more than excitement, as if he was the only one

    eager for the wedding.

    "But we haven''t even set a date yet; how can we choose a dress?"

    Especially now that she was pregnant, her body was changing every day. Without a set date, choosing

    a dress seemed premature.

    Yet, Remington had made up his mind, not allowing Lizetta any room for refusal. Christ had already

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    Lizetta didn''t say a word, just nestled quietly in Remington''s arms.

    The reality of getting married hadn''t quite hit her until now. Suddenly, as they were about to go try on

    wedding dresses, it all felt incredibly real, and her heart started racing.

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    The streets weren''t busy, a rare lull in the usual traffic. It wasn''t long before Christ parked the car.

    Lizetta, still in Remington''s embrace, walked into the bridal shop where they were greeted by a tall,

    striking woman with an air of elegance and a fiery red pantsuit that matched her confident demeanor.

    This was Sophia Sterling, Cassius Sterling''s cousin and the owner of the shop.

    "Congrattions to you both. Don''t worry, Mr. Dashiell, leave Liz with me, and I''ll make sure she''s the

    most beautiful bride you''ve ever seen," Sophia greeted them with a grin.

    Remington responded before Lizetta could, "My wife''s naturally gorgeous. She could wear a bup

    sack and still be the most beautiful bride. I''m not worried at all."

    Lizetta was surprised by his candidness, and even Sophia seemed momentarily taken aback as the

    staff behind her chuckled.

    With a yful re at Remington and a shy smile towards Sophia, Lizetta said, "Thank you for the

    trouble, Sophia."

    Sophiaughed, holding Lizetta''s hand, "Well, I never thought I''d see the day Mr. Dashiell would be so

    openly affectionate. But he''s right. Liz, with your looks, every dress here is bound to suit you. I can''t

    wait to see you in them."

    Sophia then led Lizetta upstairs. Although she had met Sophia at a few functions, Lizetta didn''t feel

    very close to her.

    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed slightly; as they browsed through a dozen of thetest collection, she

    eventually narrowed her choices down to her three favorite gowns.

    Lizetta was unable to decide; Sophia suggested trying them all on and even called Remington up to

    see what he thought.

    Remington made his choice quickly, pointing to a dress held by one of the taller staff members, "That

    one."

    Lizetta felt he was being a bit dismissive, and nudging him, she said, "Why that one? The other two are

    so beautiful, too. Look at the off-the-shoulder design on that one; I love the design on the shoulder."

    But Remington cut her off, "I chose it because it has more fabric."

    Blinking, Lizettapared the dresses again. Indeed, the one he chose had the most fabric and was

    the only long-sleeved option. No wonder he chose so quickly. Turned out that was the sole reason of

    his selection.

    Sophia, standing near them, couldn''t help butugh, her arms crossed, "With a figure like Liz''s, Mr.

    Dashiell, you''re quite the traditionalist, aren''t you? Afraid to show her off?"

    He even got jealous of that. It was a side of aloof Remington that Lizetta hadn''t expected. She turned

    to him, slightly embarrassed.

    Remington then exined, "Our wedding will be in the dead of winter. We can''t stay indoors the whole

    time. Honey, let''s go with the long-sleeved one. You can wear something warm underneath." Lizetta

    was taken aback by his practical yet unexpected reasoning. It wasn''t something she would have

    thought Remington, of all people, would consider. Sophia and the staff were just as surprised by his

    down-to-earth concern.

    Remington asked the clerk who was holding that long-sleeved dress to go with Lizetta while she tried

    on the attire.

    As they left, he moved to the waiting area with Sophia trailing behind, who clicked her tongue in

    disbelief.

    Remington, feeling her gaze, looked up with a hint of apparent annoyance.

    Sophia finally spoke, "Never would have guessed, Mr. Dashiell, that you''d fall this hard."

    Only love could make a man as untouchable and elevated as Remington worry about such grounded

    matters, to care so deeply about his wife''sfort and warmth above all else.

    Sophia felt a mix of admiration and envy as a woman, even a bit touched. Yet, she thought Remington

    was quite the stereotypical man, not fully understanding a woman''s desire. On the wedding day, which

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    "Mr. Dashiell must really love you to think so considerately for you, Mrs. Dashiell."

    "Yeah, I''ve been working here for years now, and it''s the first time I''ve seen a groom consider the

    warmth of the wedding dress. Quite unique."

    In the changing room, two clerks were assisting Lizetta with her wedding dress, their expressions full of

    envy.

    Lizetta smiled, a bit embarrassed by their teasing. She touched her belly and said, "He''s just used to

    taking care of me. Being pregnant, getting sick would be troublesome, so he tends to go overboard."

    She remembered back when she was young, how the girls in her ss refused to wear thermal

    leggings under their school uniforms in spring and autumn, not wanting to look bulky.

    She had followed suit, only to be scolded by Remington, "I can''t control what others do, but Liz, you

    have to wear thermal leggings in spring and autumn!"

    Back then, the teenage him took charge of her diet, studies, curfew - he was quite strict. After they got

    married, she felt he had changed, be indifferent, not caring about her.

    But now, Lizetta realized, he might have always been there. It was just that too many

    misunderstandings and the sudden change in their rtionship made it hard for them to know how to

    act around each other.

    "It''s not umon these days for couples to get married because of a baby on the way, but none are

    as thoughtful and caring as Mr. Dashiell. We see hundreds of couples here, and you can instantly tell

    when someone truly loves their partner. Mr. Dashiell is head over heels for you!"

    "Absolutely, Mrs. Dashiell, don''t be so modest. With your beauty, it would be hard for Mr. Dashiell not to

    love you!"

    The clerks sweet-talked Lizetta, continuing their yful tease. Lizetta felt as if she was being

    brainwashed by their words, almost starting to believe them, feeling light and buoyant. When she

    stepped out of the changing room, her heart was racing.

    A clerk pulled back the curtain. Lizetta''s gaze immediately found the man sitting by the piano near the

    floor-to-ceiling window. He seemed bored,zily pressing the ck and white keys. Sunlight bathed

    him, and the man''s eyes were downcast, his side profile more tender than usual. He was ying

    "Canon in D", the notes joyously hopping under his slender fingers. The melody was joyful yet tinged

    with a trace of sadness, perfectly capturing Lizetta''s current emotions.

    It felt like she was truly stepping into the wedding of her dreams - so full of happiness and joy, yet

    marked by a bittersweet wait.

    So much so that when he turned to look at her, Lizetta''s breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of

    nervous excitement, unsure where to ce her hands or feet.

    She thought, maybe the clerks were wrong. It was she who deeply, desperately loved Remington.

    And as Remington''s gaze fell on Lizetta, his eyes heated with intensity, as if tangible. His fingers

    stumbled over the keys, creating a jarring note, abruptly stopping the music.

    Remington simply withdrew his hand and stood up. He walked towards Lizetta under the sunlight until

    he was standing before her, looking down into her eyes, and she finally let out a breath, asking. "Is it

    weird? Why aren''t you saying anything?"

    As she looked down to check her dress again, Remington suddenly reached out and lifted her chin.

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    Their eyes met, and he leaned closer, "Not weird, you look stunning."

    The kind of stunning that could make any man pause. Lizetta hadn''t expected such a straightforward

    compliment, her cheeks reddening even more.

    Since having Joy, she hadn''t worn makeup. These past few days, after having amniotic fluid tests, her

    complexion was particrly pale, but now, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes sparkling with emotion.

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    Lizetta shyly pushed against his chest, dodging him, "Someone might see."

    Remington slightly lifted his head away, caressing her flushed lips, his voice a low murmur, "The

    coast''s already clear."

    Lizetta turned her head, indeed surprised to find that the two clerks had discreetly vanished. But this

    only made her feel more embarrassed. She shot Remington an annoyed nce. "Can''t you mind the

    setting? You used to be so different!"

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    Back in the day, he was aloof, barely even willing to kiss her on their wedding day. Now, it seemed like

    he had turned into a kissing fiend, ready to lean in for a kiss at any moment. Lizetta then remembered

    the teasing remarks the clerks had made about her.

    "Don''t like me this way?" His voice, rough and close, whispered as he pecked her lips again, his eyes

    narrowing slightly as he gazed at her, as if to catch her reaction.

    Lizetta, cheeks ame, shyly wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, saying, "I do

    like it, just not used to, you know, in front of others. They were teasing me just now." "How were they

    teasing you?"

    "They said you must really love me a lot, caring so much about myfort."

    Lizetta looked into Remington''s eyes, her heart racing uncontrobly.

    Did he love her? She never dared to ask, and he had never said it outright, not even a simple "I like

    you".

    Buttely, he had changed a lot, showing care, sharing his thoughts, refusing to let her go, his kisses

    passionate, sometimes even showing jealousy.

    Lizetta felt that even if it wasn''t love, there was definitely affection. She hoped to hear a confirmation

    from him.

    Even if he just told her he liked her, she would unhesitatingly tell him how much she loved him, how her

    love had never wavered over the years.

    But Remington merely kissed her forehead and gently turned her around. He wrapped his arms around

    her from behind, and Lizetta then saw arge mirror in front of them. Their embracing figures were

    clearly visible. Remington leaned in, his chin grazing the top of Lizetta''s head as he spoke, "Look at

    you, aren''t you a beautiful sight?"

    Lizetta saw her reflection in a pristine white wedding gown, truly stunning. She also saw the

    undisguised admiration in Remington''s eyes. And their posture, so intimately entwined. Yet, a shadow

    seemed to fall over her heart. At this moment, she remembered in Barbara''s hospital room when she

    reached for Remington''s hand, and he instinctively pulled away.

    Was he deflecting now? No, he probably just didn''t understand her anticipation, thinking she was just

    making conversation.

    Lizetta, not wanting to leave it at that, decided to be even more direct, "Remington, look me in the eyes

    and answer me, do you..."

    Lizetta gazed at the man in the mirror who was behind her; but before she could finish, his phone rang.

    He immediately released her to check it, telling Lizetta.

    "The dress is perfect; let''s go with this one. I''ll have Sophiae to finalize your measurements. I need

    to take this call."

    With a pat on her head, he turned and walked downstairs, phone to his ear.

    Lizetta stood there, watching his retreating figure, suddenly feeling the warmth of the store wasn''t

    enough; she felt a chill.

    She hugged herself, a surge of boldness prompting her to consider snatching his phone away. She

    wanted to ask him, was that call really so urgent, or was her question just too hard for him to answer?

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    However, just as Lizetta began to move, Remington suddenly quickened his pace. The man took the

    stairs two at a time, quickly disappearing from sight. Downstairs, Sophia and two clerks were chatting

    by the stairwell, waiting. When they saw Remingtoning down, Sophia immediately approached

    him.

    "Did everything meet your expectations, Mr. Dashiell? Would you like Mrs. Dashiell to try on a couple

    more dresses?"

    Remington, on his phone, responded with a deep voice, "I''ll be right out; take him to the hospital. I''ll ask

    in person."

    He seemed to brush past Sophia without hearing her, striding briskly out of the bridal shop.

    A Maybach was parked outside, Ray got out to open the rear door for Remington, who bent down to

    get into the car, and Ray walked around to the other side and got in.

    Remington immediately asked in a stern voice, "Is the news reliable? Have you checked its

    authenticity?"

    A message had juste from the border. A viger imed that sixteen years ago, he had seen a girl

    with a severed finger, burning with fever, abandoned in the mountains near their vige. Based on the

    timing and location, it all matched up with when Ste had disappeared. It was very likely that the girl

    was Ste.

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    That viger had been brought back to Zion City by their men, and naturally, Remington intended to

    question him personally.

    "The guy was beating around the bush, insisting on seeing you before spilling the beans. But it doesn''t

    sound like he''s making it up," Ray replied.

    Remington immediately clenched his fists. Over the years, there had been too many false leads in the

    search for Ste. But he prayed this time it was true, to bring Ste back as soon as possible. Sixteen

    years had passed; failing to bring her back intact, seeing her parents in such agony, he felt

    overwhelmingly guilty, unworthy of happiness, let alone the right to pursue it.

    Thinking of Ste possibly enduring inhumane torture somewhere, he found it hard to rest, unable to

    face the West family.

    Remington turned his gaze towards the window, his eyes piercing through the void towards the bridal

    shop''s second floor.

    He thought, "Just wait for me a little longer, Liz. Once I find Ste, I''ll tell everyone at our wedding that I

    love you."

    "Why are you standing here, Mrs. Dashiell? You look stunning, but perhaps you''d like to try a different

    style? What do you think?" Sophia said with a smile as she came upstairs and saw Lizetta standing by

    the stairwell.

    Lizetta snapped back to reality and smiled at her, "All the dresses here are beautiful."

    She nced downstairs again. Knowing what she was looking for, Sophia quickly said, "Looking for Mr.

    Dashiell? He just got a call about some emergency and had to leave."

    Lizetta didn''t expect Remington to leave early, leaving her behind like this. Her smile slowly faded as

    she nodded at Sophia.

    "Let''s go with this one. Could you help me take my measurements, Sophia? Once I set a date, it''ll help

    to estimate the size."

    She had lost the interest to try on more dresses.

    As Sophia instructed a clerk to take Lizetta''s measurements, Lizetta''s phone rang. It was a video call

    from Ynda.

    Lizetta answered, and Ynda''s wide-eyed face appeared on the screen, "Holy smokes! Lizetta, you''re

    really something, nning a wedding and not telling me! I saw your wedding photo with Badass

    Remington and thought it was Photoshopped!"

    Lizetta was surprised, "What wedding photo of mine?"

    "Are you not at Cassius'' cousin''s bridal shop? She took it, sent it to Cassius to nudge him about

    marriage, and I saw it."

    Lizetta didn''t expect this; facing Ynda''s reproachful gaze, she hurriedly exined, "I didn''t mean to

    hide it from you; just hadn''t gotten around to telling you yet. A lot has happened recently."

    "I''m leaving the set now to pick you up, and you''re going to exin everything to meter, or I won''t let

    you off the hook!" Ynda feigned anger, and Lizetta quickly nodded.

    After hanging up with Lizetta, Ynda quickly changed out of her costume, not even bothering to

    remove her makeup, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the dressing room. But as soon as she

    stepped out, she bumped into Cassius, who had just finished a scene and frowned upon seeing her

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    "Where are you off to?"

    "Done with my scenes for the day, so wherever I please."

    Ynda rolled her eyes at Cassius as she tried to walk past him. But Cassius grabbed her wrist, "No

    way, I''ve got a love scene tonight, and you can''t leave. Remember, you''re the body double."

    Ynda gritted her teeth, thinking about how even the lead actress, Eudora, didn''t fuss about having a

    kissing or body double.

    Why was Cassius, a man, so concerned about finding a stand-in for the lead actress?

    It was after a kissing scene she realized why. Cassius was nothing but a beast during the rut. A simple

    romantic kiss, and the guy got all worked up.

    No wonder he needed a body double; he was probably scared Queen Eudora would use him of

    harassment after a kissing scene. So he had to find someone like her who didn''t have money or clout

    to cover his true color of being a lecher.

    "Go see a vet if you''re sick. I''m too busy to y part-time."

    With a twist of her wrist, Ynda freed herself from Cassius'' grip and pushed him on the shoulder.

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    Cassius stumbled but steadied himself, and when he turned around, Ynda was already steps away.

    He chuckled darkly; watching her retreating figure, he drawled, "The role of a female supporting role

    isn''t significant. Recing you and reshooting would be easy."

    His threat was crystal clear. Ynda stopped dead, turned around, and saw Cassius smirking at her,

    wishing she could kick him into next week.

    But she didn''t have the power. Suddenly, she feigned a smile, "What an honor to serve Movie Star

    Cassius. I''ll make sure to be on time for your love scene tonight."

    Only then did Cassius wave her off, strutting into his makeup room.

    An hourter, Ynda dropped Lizetta off at Oakridge Heights. On the way, Lizetta had filled her in on

    everything about Ste.

    She turned to Ynda, "Yoli, will you be my maid of honor?"

    Ynda didn''t want to dampen her spirits but was genuinely concerned; she couldn''t help but ask, "Liz,

    are you sure it''s the right time for a wedding? Does Remington truly love you? If this Ste thing is a

    sham, of course, he''ll reject Barbara. But what if the real Ste shows up one day?"

    As the best friend, she was genuinely worried. Lizetta might be diving headfirst into nothing but air. And

    if things went south, Lizetta would be the one most hurt.

    Lizetta''s smile didn''t falter as she reached out and took Ynda''s hand, "Yoli, thanks for telling me

    these. I know there''s so much uncertainty between us.

    But I''ve loved him for over a decade, deeply and truly. Despite the long wait and all the pain, my heart

    still belongs to him.

    Pathetic, isn''t it? But if love could be turned on and off, if it was something we could control so easily,

    then maybe it wouldn''t be love at all.

    Backing out now would leave me with regrets and what-ifs. I''d rather give it onest shot. This wedding

    is my final chance. If I win, I give Joy aplete family and live out my dream.

    And if I lose? Then I''ll hit the wall head-on, and maybe then, I''ll finally wake up. That wouldn''t be so

    bad, right?"

    Lizetta''s face was serene, her eyes clear and determined. Looking at Lizetta, Ynda choked up, didn''t

    know what to say.

    Knowing she might get hurt but going ahead anyway, maybe that was what loving someone was all

    about.

    She just hoped Remington would prove himself worthy and not let down the infinitely brave Lizetta.

    "Come on, say you''ll be my maid of honor," Lizetta coaxed, hugging Ynda.

    Ynda''s eyes went red as she patted Lizetta''s back, "Silly! Of course, I will!"

    She just hoped this time Remington wouldn''t let Lizetta down. After all these years of emotional

    entanglement, she too hoped for a happy oue. But if Remington hurt her again, Liz might truly

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    In a cluttered storage room at the hospital, an old man with outdated clothes and a gaunt face sat on a

    chair. His demeanor was timid, but his eyes sneakily scanned Remington standing in front of him. "You

    seem like a man of means; can you really pay me a lot if the information I give is valuable?" He asked

    with a heavy ent, visibly trembling.

    Remington, evidently impatient, simply gestured to Ray, who was standing behind him. Ray promptly

    dropped a ck duffel bag at the old man''s feet, revealing stacks of cash inside.

    "If your information holds up, all this is yours," Ray announced, before zipping the bag back up and

    picking it up.

    The old man immediately stood up from the chair in a hurry, "Every word I''m telling you is the truth.

    That girl, her right thumb was chopped off right here, crudely wrapped in some cloth.

    She had many injuries, was running a high fever, unconscious. They left her in the woods, looked like

    she was as good as dead. I just went over to take a look and pulled something off her wrist." "What

    was it?" Remington demanded urgently.

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    "A bracelet made with red string. I saw that girl, soft and delicate, thought I could get some money for

    it.

    Didn''t realize it was just a peach pit carved into a charm because of the fancy design on it. I kept it

    when they said they were looking for the girl, hid the red string on me."

    Remington''s expression changed subtly. Ste had indeed been wearing a red string bracelet.

    "Show it to me!"

    The man fumbled in his inner pocket and produced an old red string with a peach pit-shaped wood

    carving on it.

    Remington''s gaze narrowed at the sight of the bracelet. A figure rushed over, snatched the bracelet,

    and inspected it excitedly.

    "It''s Ste''s! Remington, this was hand-carved by Ste''s grandfather for her and her brother Quentin.

    His craftsmanship is unmistakable!"

    It was Martin, holding the bracelet tightly, his body shaking slightly. Remington supported him, his eyes

    showing a hint of red as theynded on the red string.

    The bracelet was made of mahogany, carved into the shape of a peach pit, with birds and flowers

    intricately designed on it.

    Quentin''s bracelet had been cremated with him.

    "Yes, this means Ste wasn''t taken to Celestia after all. I''ll have someone search the area again

    immediately; we will find Ste this time." Remington squeezed Martin''s hand.

    "Right, let''s get moving! Maybe we can still reunite Barbara with her real daughter!"

    Early the next morning, Lizetta stirred, and Remington, who was holding her, instantly tightened his

    arms around her.

    Lizetta opened her eyes, a smile flowing in her gaze as she lifted her head from his chest, "Let go, I

    need to head back to the dance troupe today. Plus, aren''t you supposed to be up for your morning

    workout by now?"

    She had been resting at home for three more days, and it was only after she insisted on returning to

    the dance troupe that Remington had the family doctor check her over and finally agreed when he

    made sure everything was fine.

    Hearing her, Remington opened his eyes but didn''t release Lizetta. Instead, he leaned down and

    kissed her without a word.

    His hand slipped under her nightgown, his warm palm gliding over her soft skin, tracing the contours of

    her still graceful body.

    His body was clearly pressed against hers, and after breaking away from her lips, he whispered in her

    ear, "Let''s try a different kind of morning exercise today."

    Feeling the heat in her cheeks, Lizetta wondered if being pregnant made her more sensitive. As her

    nightgown was lifted higher and higher and her body easily aroused under his touch, she trembled

    slightly. Yet, she was a bit concerned, holding down his hand and guiding it to her belly, whispering

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    "Is it gonna hurt?"

    Remington lifted his gaze, his eyes slightly squinting, deeply staring at his breathtakingly beautiful wife

    in the early morning light.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, you think so highly of me?"

    "What do you mean?" Lizetta was a bit perplexed, her eyes soft and clear.

    The man''s lips curved slightly, "You think my stamina and intensity could surpass your daily dance

    workouts?" Lizetta''s cheeks flushed, and she yfully punched his shoulder in faux annoyance, "Just

    be careful, okay?"

    "Yeah, you''re quite the handful. Honey, if you have so much faith in me, wait until Joy arrives, and I''ll

    prove it to you."

    His voice was husky, whispering in Lizetta''s ear, his lips hot, trailing down her neck, his kisses growing

    more fervent.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but wrap one arm around his neck, her other hand caressing his slightly stiff hair.

    She could feel his enthusiasm, his mood having been exceptionally good these past few days. She

    thought, perhaps he was also looking forward to their wedding.

    Her heartbeat raced, and with the most intimate of connections, her love felt scorching hot. In his

    moment of passion, she inadvertently scratched across his back; moving closer, she whispered in his

    ear with a voice soft and sultry.

    "Honey, let''s never be apart."

    Remington shivered, holding her tightly, and eagerly nuzzled her ear, his voice rough, "Yeah, forever!"

    As Lizetta heard his promise, her body flushed with warmth, feeling both her heart and body filled to the

    brim.

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    When they finally got out of bed, they were indeedte. Lizetta rushed through her breakfast, while

    Remington sat beside her, dabbing her lips with a napkin to clean the milk stains, chuckling softly.

    "Slow down, we''re alreadyte as it is."

    Lizetta shot him a yful re, and Remington, his face bright with a contented smile, clearly in a

    better mood, added, "I''ll drive you myselfter; by the way, have we settled on a wedding date?"

    The timing of the wedding, Remington had left for Lizetta and Fiona to discuss. He would go along with

    their ns.

    Lizetta put down her cup, nodding, "I don''t want a big fuss, just a simple, warm ceremony with close

    friends and family. I''m thinking in about two weeks."

    Carrying their child and attending dance rehearsals, she hardly had time to n a wedding.

    Lizetta didn''t want to have the wedding when her belly was too noticeable. In two weeks, the baby

    would be just over four months along, and she could still fit nicely into a wedding dress, given her belly

    wasn''t too obvious yet.

    To Lizetta, a wedding was just a ceremony to dere their marriage. It didn''t need to be grand, as long

    as it included the people they cared about most, it would be perfect.

    "Aren''t you worried it''s too rushed?" She looked at Remington, a bit concerned he might have other

    thoughts.

    Remington pondered for a moment, already having a lead on Ste''sst known whereabouts. In two

    weeks, they should have some answers.

    He then stroked Lizetta''s hair, leaning in to kiss her forehead, nodding, "Then it''s settled, in two weeks.

    Whatever you want, honey."

    His tone was indulgent, Lizetta''s cheeks tinting pink, her smile sweet and filled with anticipation as she

    looked at him.

    After breakfast, Remington drove Lizetta to the dance troupe himself.

    He asked Lina to stay with Lizetta at the troupe, instructing Lina to take good care of her and to contact

    him immediately if anything came up, before he left in his Bentley that had been following them. Lizetta,

    not wanting to hold back the dance troupe''s progress, put in extra effort in her rehearsals over the next

    few days.

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    The call came from Zora, the caregiver looking after Thaddeus.

    Zora mentioned that Thaddeus had moved his fingers twice in quick session that day. Lizetta was

    over the moon, rushing to the hospital while calling Remington on her way. Arriving at the hospital,

    Lizetta was surprised to find Remington already there. Dressed in his usual bespoke suit, he was

    discussing with the doctor outside Thaddeus'' room. Hearing footsteps, he turned, and seeing Lizetta

    approaching at a jog, his brow furrowed slightly as he strode toward her, saying in a deep voice, "Take

    it easy!" Lizetta found herself pulled into his embrace, catching her breath.

    How could she not be in a rush? Thaddeus had been in aa for nearly two years. If he didn''t wake

    up soon, the chances would only get slimmer.

    This was the first sign of awakening they had seen in all this time. She tugged at Remington''s shirt, "Is

    it really a sign of waking up?"

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    Remington nodded, "It''s not quite a sign of awakening yet, but he has indeed been more responsive to

    external stimuli these past few days."

    Remington led Lizetta to the doctor to have the diagnosis exined again. The doctor also showed

    Lizetta the data recorded over the past few days, indicating a positive trend in all metrics.

    This medical team had been recently brought in by Remington for Thaddeus at a considerable

    expense, suggesting that Thaddeus was responding well to the new team''s treatment. There was a

    possibility of him waking up if treatment continued.

    After the doctor left, Lizetta turned and buried herself in Remington''s embrace, holding him tight,

    unable to speak for a long while.

    At that moment, she felt grateful and happy, truly believing everything was moving in the right direction.

    Remington, sensing her emotions, gently pulled her away to look at her face, only to find her eyes

    reddened, tears welling up.

    With a sigh, he wiped away her tears, and Lizetta, a bit embarrassed, snuggled back into his embrace,

    saying, "Do you think my brother might suddenly wake up to attend my wedding?" Thaddeus was the

    only family Lizetta had left, and the thought filled her with no regrets.

    Remington stroked her hair, chuckling, "Whether your brother can wake up to attend the wedding, I

    don''t know. But if you keep rubbing your tears and snot on me, I definitely won''t be able to make it to

    the meetingter."

    Lizetta stiffened, her face turning red as she stepped back from his embrace, yfully hitting his chest,

    "Thank you."

    "You have a unique way of expressing gratitude."

    Lizetta looked up and met his teasing gaze; on tiptoe, she was about to give him a thankful kiss when

    suddenly, hurried footsteps approached.

    "Mr. Dashiell, there''s trouble with Barbara; you better go check it out."

    Remington''s expression shifted slightly, and without saying a word, he quickly headed toward the

    elevator.

    It seemed he had forgotten or perhaps intended to take Lizetta with him, as he didn''t let go of her hand.

    Silently holding his hand, she followed him to Barbara''s room. Inside, doctors were attempting a

    rescue.

    Martin looked desperately anxious, standing next to two people Lizetta didn''t recognize, who looked

    like a mother and son, the mother bearing a resemnce to Barbara.

    Eileen stood behind the crowd, her face pale and panicked. And, unexpectedly, Lizetta also spotted

    Evelina.

    Lizetta felt a sense of dread at the sight of Evelina, her heart skipping a beat, suspecting Evelina was

    up to no good again.

    "What happened to her?" Remington nced into the room, frowning.

    Martin red at the middle-aged woman next to him, angrily saying, "If Barbara gets hurt because of

    you, I''ll never let it go! And don''t think just because Ste hasn''t been found and Quentin is gone, your

    son will inherit the West family fortune, impossible!"

    "Martin, how can you say that? How could I think like that? You brought a fake Ste to deceive my

    sister, and when I found out, I can''t let her be fooled. I just wanted to inform my sister."

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    The middle-aged woman argued back, affirming her identity as Barbara''s sister, Emma Jones.

    Lizetta was taken aback, realizing that Barbara had discovered Eileen was an imposter.

    Eileen hurried over, anxiously addressing Remington.

    "Thatdy suddenly burst in and exposed me. I had no idea what was happening. Barbara was deeply

    shocked, and then that Miss rushed in too, iming she was carrying a child from the West family.

    Barbara became extremely agitated and fainted."

    Eileen then gestured towards Evelina. Remington''s gaze was sharp as a de, turning towards

    Evelina.

    Evelina felt as though she was being dissected under that intense scrutiny, her heart racing yet

    strangely unafraid.

    Eileen was a fake Ste. And the child she was carrying was her trump card.

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    Stepping forward, her hand on her lower back and belly protruding, she spoke softly, "I was justing

    to the hospital to visit Mrs. West, considering she''s going to be my baby''s grandma. I heard she had

    surgery again recently and couldn''t help but worry.

    Little did I know, I''d walk in right as Mrs. Jones had upset her. I feared Mrs. West might be heartbroken

    over her daughter being a fraud, potentially harming herself from the distress.

    That''s why I rushed in to tell her I was pregnant with Quentin''s child, hoping to save her. I didn''t expect

    her to faint."

    Evelina''s face was a mix of concern, guilt, and innocence, her words sincere. But Remington saw

    through her intentions.

    His eyes were cold and unyielding as he spoke, "Who gave you the right to decide on your own!"

    Evelina, seemingly startled, stepped back, clutching her belly. Martin stepped forward, positioning

    himself protectively in front of Evelina and instructed the servants.

    "Take her aside to rest and make sure she''s well taken care of."

    Turning back to Remington, he said, "Remington, we didn''t tell your godmother about this because

    Evelina''s pregnancy was fragile at first. But she''s past the critical first trimester now, and the baby is

    stable. Your godmother already knows Ste wasn''t found. Without giving her hope, she might... Even

    if Evelina hadn''t told your godmother, I would have. Evelina meant well; don''t me her."

    As the West family''s servants escorted Evelina to the resting area, she lowered her head, a smirk

    crossing her face.

    She knew this child was herst bargaining chip. The Hawthorne family had gone bankrupt, her

    parents now living in a cramped apartment, resigned to their fate.

    But Evelina refused to give up. Back in Celestia, she had tried everything to seduce Remington, who

    remained uninterested, not giving her a shred of hope.

    With the Hawthorne family business failing, in desperation, she found herself in a situation with

    Quentin, who had been drugged.

    It was a calcted move on her part. Quentin was not as desirable as Remington, but Remington and

    the West family were close, and Quentin was considered a brother by him.

    If she couldn''t be Remington''s woman, bing his sister-inw, Mrs. West, was the next best thing.

    But fate was cruel, and she ended up pregnant with Quentin''s child, only for him to die in a car ident

    shortly after.

    Yet, she still had her luck; the child in her womb was now the sole heir to the West family fortune.

    Exposing Ste as a fraud, causing Barbara to copse, was a perfect scenario for Lizetta to take the

    me.

    Better for Barbara to die on spot; if Barbara didn''t survive, Evelina was eager to see if Lizetta''s wedding

    would still happen. Remington would surely despise Lizetta, a turn of events Evelina relished. Passing

    by Lizetta, Evelina cast a nce at Lizetta. Her gaze was dripping with sinister joy, leaving Lizetta

    feeling as if ensnared by a venomous snake.

    It was then that she heard Remington''s icy voice questioning Emma, "How did you find out Ste was

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    Remington''s gaze was heavy, Eileen was posing as the real Ste, and currently, only four people were

    aware of this. Himself, Martin, Eileen, and Lizetta. But where did Emma get her information?

    "Come on, spill it! Who told you? Whoever did has a lot to answer for!" Martin was livid.

    Remington had an imposing presence, and Emma was visibly frightened, speaking in a panicked tone.

    "Last night, someone slipped a letter through my front door; it''s written in the letter."

    The West family was dwindling, with hardly any rtives left. Her son was Barbara''s only nephew, who

    had been diligently caring for her by her bedside.

    If Ste was a fake, then her son''s inheritance was secured. It was natural for mother and son to be

    unable to keep this under wraps.

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    "Show me the letter," frowning, Martin reached out his hand.

    However, at that moment, the doctors finished their emergency intervention. Martin and Remington

    couldn''t continue their interrogation, turning their attention to the doctors.

    Lizetta noticed Remington tense up, raised her other hand, and sped both of her hands around his,

    silently offeringfort.

    She didn''t wish for anything bad to happen to Barbara, even though Barbara hadn''t been kind to her.

    "The patient has been stabilized, but she mustn''t be subjected to such severe stress anymore."

    Fortunately, the doctor came out looking relieved, announcing good news. After the doctor left, they

    entered the hospital room.

    "Barbara, how are you feeling? I''m sorry, the truth about Ste. I lied to you," Martin leaned in, holding

    Barbara''s hand, his voice heavy with remorse.

    Barbara, having just been through a life-and-death ordeal, had no strength left to speak, only managing

    to emit a weak sound.

    Martin had to lean in closer to make out her words, and then immediately turned to Evelina in the

    crowd.

    "Evelina,e here."

    Evelina hid the pity in her eyes; the olddy had managed to hold on. But that was for the best, the old

    lady valued her condition, securing Evelina''s ce in the West family. Evelina walked past Lizetta,

    deliberately bumping into her arm. Lizetta shifted slightly, watching Evelina approach the bed with a

    frown.

    Previously, Barbara had targeted her, and now, Evelina had taken her ce by Barbara''s side. It was

    clear that peaceful days would be even harder toe by. Lizetta suddenly felt exhausted, her

    previously good mood evaporated.

    "Mrs. West, even though I didn''t marry Quinn, the child I''m carrying is Quinn''s legacy, the only bloodline

    of the West family. It''s not out of ce for me to call you this way, right?" Barbara weakly nodded, and

    Evelina immediately took Barbara''s hand, cing it on her slightly swollen belly.

    "Barbara, feel this, your grandchild is still here. I promise to take good care of him, and you must also

    stay strong, waiting for your grandson to honor you in the future."

    Barbara''s face showed contentment as she turned to look in Martin''s direction.

    "I understand what you mean, rest now."

    Barbara closed her eyes, and a nurse stepped forward to tend to her, allowing everyone to step out of

    the room.

    "What about that letter?" Once outside, Martin immediately pressed Emma again.

    Emma took out a folded piece of paper from her bag and handed it over. Martin unfolded it and

    instantly furrowed his brows.

    "Remington, this handwriting looks like yours, but the strokes are slightly weaker, making it appear

    more delicate, almost as if a woman tried to copy it. Take a look."

    He handed the letter to Remington, who let go of Lizetta''s hand to take the letter.

    Lizetta, however, felt a tightening in her chest, a bad premonition. Sure enough, she heard Evelina

    speak up, "The handwriting looks like Remington''s, and it''s written by a woman. Could it be Sis''s

    handwriting?"

    Lizetta knew trouble was brewing but hadn''t anticipated it would arrive so swiftly. It was actually waiting

    right there for her.

    At this point, what more was there to misunderstand? She clenched her fist slightly, raising her eyes to

    meet Remington''s, and spoke up.

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    "I definitely didn''t do this."

    "There''s no way my wife did this!"

    Lizetta hadn''t expected her voice to ovep with Remington''s deep and powerful tone.

    The man, holding the letter, turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and Lizetta felt a slight sting at the tip

    of her nose, her heart melting.

    Fortunately, he believed herpletely. That was enough!

    "Remington, your godmother was nearly beyond saving! This letter, its intent is malicious; it was meant

    to take your godmother''s life! You can''t cover for her," Martin said gravely.

    Lizetta took a step forward, standing by Remington''s side, "But why would I harm Mrs. West? Just

    because she doesn''t like me? There are plenty of people who don''t like me. I''m not crazy enough to

    harm someone for such a reason.

    Moreover, Mrs. West''s story is so tragic. I''ve always felt sympathy for her, never hatred. Eileen was

    even brought back by my husband.

    If Mrs. West were to pass away from this ordeal, it would add yet another hurdle my husband couldn''t

    ovee, and he''d end up resenting me. Doing this would be all harm and no benefit to me."

    "Slick words! You obviously have your reasons. I heard you and Remington are nning a wedding,

    and my wife disagrees. You''re worried aboutplications and bear a grudge."

    Martin stared coldly at Lizetta, specting wildly. Remington took Lizetta''s hand, interrupting him to

    remind him.

    "Martin, anyone could have sent a random text to do this; why would my wife leave a letter? And

    foolishly use her own handwriting? Handwriting can be imitated. The biggest winner today isn''t my

    wife." "Remington, what do you mean by that?" Martin frowned.

    Remington''s cold gaze had alreadynded on Evelina, who felt as if he could see right through her; she

    felt both jealous and furious.

    She thought that even if Remington adored Lizetta, facing a matter involving the West family, he would

    be conflicted and doubt Lizetta.

    After all, the handwriting did look like Lizetta''s, especially since Lizetta had a previous conflict with

    Barbara.

    But she didn''t expect that even in this situation, Remington would staunchly defend Lizetta, as if he

    never doubted her for a moment.

    Evelina''s tears fell, a picture of innocence and sadness, "Mr. Dashiell, you''re not suspecting me, are

    you? I just found out this Ste was a fraud."

    She moved next to Martin, anxious and angry, "Martin, how could I harm the baby''s grandma? That

    wouldn''t benefit me at all! Mr. Dashiell can''t just frame someone else to clear his wife''s suspicion."

    "I don''t mind calling the police, letting professionalspare the handwriting, and checking for my

    fingerprints on it," Lizetta tugged her lips, her gaze fixed on Evelina.

    However, Evelina didn''t show any sign of panic, instead suggesting, "Then let''s call the police and have

    a thorough investigation!"

    She dared to act this way because she wouldn''t leave any evidence behind. Even if the police couldn''t

    trace it back to Lizetta, they wouldn''t be able to trace it to her either.

    Evelina was confident about this. However, Remington said in a stern voice, "There''s no need for the

    police. I''ll find out the truth."

    Martin seemed tired. Hearing him say this, he didn''t pursue it further and massaged the bridge of his

    nose.

    Hisplexion wasn''t good, and Remington helped him rest. Evelina, however, approached Lizetta,

    showing a meaningful smile and said, "Lizetta, if Remington says he believes you, why doesn''t he

    agree to call the police?"

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    Lizetta didn''t want to engage with her, but Evelina kept waffling, "It''s one of two scenarios: either he

    doesn''t really trust you, afraid the police might find your fingerprints and he''s protecting you.

    Or, he suspects me; despite knowing you were framed, he still chose to protect me. Who do you think

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    Whatever the scenario was, it wasn''t something Lizetta wanted. But why only these two?

    "Maybe he just didn''t want to waste police resources over something so trivial? After all, my husband

    could solve it in a heartbeat. Stop trying to drag me into your little fantasy world," Lizetta replied, her

    gaze icy as she locked eyes with Evelina.

    Seeing Lizetta''s calm and serene demeanor, Evelina clenched her fists, a mocking smile creeping onto

    her face.

    "Oh, how na?ve you are. Do you really trust Remington that much? The thing with the West family was

    a huge deal for him. Barbara was nearly killed because of that letter. Do you think he''d consider it a

    small matter? That he''d be worried about wasting police resources?"

    "Evelina, cut the drama. You''re trying so hard to sabotage our rtionship, and it''s almost pitiful.

    Especially since we''re about to have our wedding. But don''t worry; you''re not invited.

    As for who''s behind today''s incident, we both know the truth. Evil deeds will always backfire. It''s getting

    cold; I''d advise you to retreat to your burial and cover more earth on you to keep warm, okay?"

    Lizetta gave Evelina a brief nce before turning away, no longer engaging with her. As Evelina

    watched Lizetta''s departing figure, her eyes darkened. Remington escorted Martin to the side room

    beforeing back to Lizetta, "I need to head back to Starlight Group. Want the driver to take you

    home?"

    Lizetta nodded, "I''ll go check on my brother first, then head back."

    Remington, habitually, reached out to gently pat Lizetta''s head. Standing anxiously to the side, Eileen

    stepped forward, her expression a mix of apology and worry.

    "Mr. Dashiell, I really had no idea how this happened. It wasn''t me who leaked it. About my husband''s

    illness."

    Eileen was genuinely concerned that with the secret out and Barbara''s near miss, Remington might not

    keep his promise.

    But Remington''s gaze remained calm as he nodded at Eileen.

    "This isn''t on you. Your husband''s kidney transnt is scheduled,test by next week. Since there''s no

    need for you here anymore, I''ll arrange for someone to take you and your daughter back to Celestia."

    Overjoyed, Eileen bowed deeply in gratitude to Remington. She also thanked Lizetta politely.

    "Thank you for your care, Mrs. Dashiell. I need go back to take care of my husband, so I won''t be able

    to stay for your wedding. But I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and fortune. If you ever visit

    Celestia, please let me be the host then."

    Lizetta shook Eileen''s hand, "I wish your husband a speedy recovery and your family all the best."

    As Eileen hurried off, her relief and happiness were palpable. Lizetta turned to Remington, "She and

    her husband must be very close."

    Remington lowered his gaze to hers, "Yeah, close. Makes me wonder why someone would get so

    jealous for no reason."

    Lizetta shot him an annoyed re, "Well, if you didn''t keep secrets from me! Come on, spill it. What

    have you been hidingtely?"

    Remington thought about the investigation into Ste''sst known whereabouts. But without concrete

    information yet, and considering they were outside Barbara''s hospital room, he hesitated before

    replying. "I wouldn''t dare now."

    His voice carried a mix of teasing and affection, making Lizettaugh and squeeze his hand.

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    "I''ll go see my brother first. Don''t stay out toote;e home early."

    Her tone and look were those of a sweet, obedient wife, eyes filled with love for him. Remington felt a

    warmth spread through him, and he kissed her forehead before letting go.

    Evelina, standing not too far away, watched their affectionate exchange, her nails digging into her

    purse out of frustration. She was curious to see what kind of disaster Lizetta''s wedding would turn into.

    Back at Starlight Group''s CEO office, Remington pulled open a drawer under his desk as soon as he

    arrived.

    He took out an old diary and spread open a confidential letter received that day. The handwriting on the

    letter mirrored that of the diary.

    He was familiar with Lizetta''s handwriting, having taught her himself. Handwriting habits are hard to

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    Handwriting was connected to their strain, which, nted to the left, was a sign, some said, of

    someone who was emotionally repressed, sensitive, and cautious.

    Back in the day, Lizetta''s nt was even more pronounced, and Remington had put in quite the effort

    to help her correct it. It had improved significantly, but if one looked closely, the lean was still there.

    "Boss, do you want me to check out this letter?"

    That was when Cedric walked in. Seeing Remington still holding the letter, he offered to help. But

    Remington simply pressed the letter into a journal and slid it back into the drawer, his voice deep and

    firm. "No need. Get a forged handwriting certification ready in a couple of days."

    Cedric was momentarily taken aback but didn''t press further, simply responding, "Sure thing, boss."

    "Ah! Remi! Remington!"

    Early in the morning, as Remington was choosing a watch in his walk-in closet, Lizetta''s familiar voice

    suddenly echoed from the bathroom.

    Remington''s hand twitched, and the Patek Philippe he had just picked up dropped to the floor, its face

    cracking.

    But the watch''s owner didn''t spare it another nce, his figure already dashing out of the closet and

    into the bathroom.

    "Liz!"

    He burst into the bathroom, scooping Lizetta up from in front of the sink and quickly carrying her back

    to the bed.

    "What''s wrong? Stomach ache?" He asked anxiously.

    Lizetta froze, realizing he had misunderstood her. She sheepishly stuck out her tongue, "No, it''s just I

    noticed Joy''s grown so much! My belly''s sticking out now!" Lizetta''s physique meant her pregnancy

    hadn''t been as noticeable as others at first.

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    She had only felt her waist thickening, but her belly hadn''t been prominent. Today, looking in the mirror,

    she suddenly saw from the side that her belly had a small but definite curve. Joy was growing. She

    said, pulling Remington''s hand to her slightly protruding belly. Remington, still startled, had his heart

    racing.

    With a hint of resignation in his eyes, he gently rubbed her now slightly rounded abdomen.

    "Joy gave mommy a scare, and mommy gave daddy a scare. Not very nice."

    Lizetta blinked, "Why?"

    Remington lightly flicked Lizetta''s nose, "Looks like I''m bing the bottom of the family ''food chain''."

    Lizetta paused, and then burst intoughter, wrapping her arms around Remington''s neck and saying,

    "Mr. Dashiell, it''s good to be aware of that. Encouragement deserved."

    She leaned in, kissing his lips, and was immediately met with a passionate response. When he let her

    go, she rested on his shoulder, breathing softly, a bit sullenly saying.

    "Our wedding is the day after tomorrow. Why did my belly decide to show now? I wonder if the wedding

    dress will still fit. By the way, Sophia''s supposed to bring over the dress tonight, and you haven''t even

    tried on your suit yet. Remember toe home early today."

    Half a month passed, and the wedding day approached.

    Lizetta had been busy juggling rehearsals with the dance troupe and wedding preparations. It was a

    hectic but happy time for her.

    But as the day got closer, the surreal feeling of it all being almost too good to be true started creeping

    in, perhaps a case of premarital syndrome others talked about.

    Remington, on the other hand, seemed to be swamped with work, having not even found the time to try

    on his wedding suit yet.

    "Alright, your call."

    Remingtonplied, kissing Lizetta''s rosy lips once more before letting her go.

    By the afternoon, Lizetta had left the dance troupe early to return home. Sure enough, Sophia and a

    few clerks had brought over the wedding dress and suit. It was only during this final fitting that the

    reality of her uing wedding to Remi truly hit Lizetta.

    "When will Mr. Dashiell be back? Even though we''ve tailored it to his measurements, it''s best if he tries

    it on sooner rather thanter, in case any adjustments are needed."

    Sophia was adjusting Lizetta''s dress, looking up to ask.

    Lizetta nodded, "He said he''d be back early, probably on his way now. Let me just call him."

    Grabbing her phone, Lizetta quickly got through to Remington, her eyes lighting up at the sound of his

    familiar, maic voice.

    "Honey, are you almost home?"

    On the other end, Remington didn''t answer right away, a moment of silence passing. Lizetta sensed

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    On the other end of the phone, the man remained silent. But Lizetta could hear background noises,

    loud and bustling like a crowd.

    It didn''t sound at all like the environment where Remington worked.

    "Where are you? Is something wrong? Talk to me," Lizetta''s worry started to spike.

    But just as her anxious words fell, she heard a clearer announcement through the phone. She was

    taken aback; it was unmistakably the sound of an airport announcing flight information.

    "Liz, don''t worry. I''m fine. It''s just that, I''m sorry, something came up and I need to go on a business trip

    right away. I won''t be able to make it back to try on the suit today."

    Finally, Remington''s familiar deep voice came through.

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    He really was at the airport. Relieved that he wasn''t in any trouble, Lizetta still felt uneasy knowing he

    was leaving Zion City.

    "Is it something really important and urgent? Does it have to be you going in person, can''t someone

    else..."

    Lizetta thought of the uing wedding and unconsciously gripped her phone tighter.

    Remington had promised her he''d wrap up his work early to spend thest couple of days before their

    wedding together with her. Now, not only was he noting back to be with her, but he was also

    leaving Zion City.

    However, her plea was cut off by Remington, "Liz, it''s important; I have to be there in person. I''m sorry.

    The suit is tailored to my measurements; it''ll fit perfectly. I''ll wear it for you when I get back, okay?" His

    voice was soothing, yet his stance was clear.

    He wasn''t going to stay. But from what he said, the trip wouldn''t take long.

    "Does that mean our wedding has to be postponed?" Lizetta asked uncertainly.

    "No need, I''ll be back the day after tomorrow at thetest, and our wedding is the day after. How could I

    miss our wedding? I have something very important to tell you then. Just wait for me, okay?"

    Remington replied with a smile; his tone was light, with a hint of caution.

    Knowing he wouldn''t dy the wedding, Lizetta gradually felt more at ease.

    She figured the business trip wasn''t by his choice. There must be a really urgent matter that needed his

    personal attention. Although she was still a bit upset, she was understanding and considerate. "Okay,

    then I''ll wait for you. Where are you go..."

    Before Liz could ask where he was off to, Remington seemed in a rush and hung up.

    Lizetta took a deep breath, turned to Sophia, and gave an awkward smile, "He had to leave on a

    sudden business trip, but I guess the suit size won''t be an issue. We don''t need to try it on." Sophia

    looked surprised, "Leaving for a business trip now?"

    Lizetta''s smile carried a hint of helplessness, her disappointment unconsciously showing. She was

    never good at hiding her feelings.

    Sophia, having dealt with many brides, knew all too well that Remington leaving for a business trip at

    this time would upset Lizetta, despite her attempt to appear nonchnt.

    She quickly changed the subject, trying tofort her, "Men are all the same, always avoiding trying

    on outfits and such tedious tasks. But luckily for Mr. Dashiell, he''s naturally dashing. This is the tailored

    suit, and even if the size doesn''t fit, he''d still be the most handsome groom you could imagine. Don''t

    worry."

    "Thanks, Sophia."

    After Sophia left Oakridge Heights and got into her car, she thought about what happened just now and

    called Cassius.

    She went straight to the point, "Did something big go wrong with the Starlight Group? Mr. Dashiell has

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    Sophia had been hanging out with Lizetta quite a bittely, and they hit it off pretty well. Lizetta even

    invited Sophia to her wedding.

    Feeling a bit worried, Sophia decided to check in with Cassius to see if he knew what was up.

    Cassius was lounging in an SUV, getting a touch-up from his makeup artist, when he casually said,

    "The Starlight Group isn''t some backyard operation; they''re not about to make a big mistake. Isn''t Remi

    getting hitched soon? Whatever you''ve heard must be some baseless rumor."

    "I wish it were just a rumor, but I literally just overheard Mr. Dashiell calling Lizetta. Brides tend to get

    super jittery right before the wedding, all scared of tying the knot and whatnot. This is when they really

    need their other half to step up, provide that sense of security, and patiently be there for them. It''ll make

    the girls fearless, and start the marital life at ease."

    "I''m all for staying single, and the thought of marriage freaks me out, so you''re barking up the wrong

    tree here."

    "I just think Lizetta''s not in a great ce emotionally. Aren''t you and Mr. Dashiell friends? Maybe give

    him a nudge, remind him that his wife shoulde before business, no?"

    After Sophia hung up, Ynda''s frustrated voice filled the SUV, "I knew that badass Remington

    wouldn''t just behave! Call him up, ask what the hell he''s nning to do?!"

    Cassius was getting his makeup done, and just now it was Ynda who helped to hold the phone near

    his ear.

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    Ynda, frantic with worry, didn''t y nice. After her rant, she called Remington and pressed the

    phone back to Cassius'' ear with force.

    He felt as if half of his head was numbed. Cassius couldn''t understand why he''d be punished for

    Remington''s lousy antics.

    "It''s off."

    The call didn''t go through.

    Annoyed, Ynda threw the phone at Cassius and dashed out of the SUV to call Lizetta. She was

    worried that Remington might be getting cold feet.

    "Yoli, he said he''d be back before the wedding; don''t worry," Lizetta''s voice was still cheerful while the

    call got through.

    It seemed Lizetta was in good spirits. But Ynda knew her; Lizetta was the type to bottle up her

    feelings.

    Still worried, she said, "I''m gonna take some time off from the crew. I''ll stay with you until your wedding

    day."

    With Remington missing right before the wedding, she was all the family Liz had, and she was

    determined to be there for her.

    "Okay."

    Hearing Lizetta agree so readily weighed heavily on Ynda''s heart.

    Lizetta was never one to trouble others, even her. That single word of agreement revealed Lizetta''s

    hidden fears and vulnerability to Ynda.

    Remington had promised he''d be back before the wedding and asked her to wait for him; Lizetta chose

    to believe him.

    Yet, days passed with no sign of him, and he didn''t pick up the phone either. He had assured her he''d

    return at least by the eve of their wedding, but he didn''t.

    At night, Lizetta stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, phone in hand, her figure solitary against the dim

    glow of the courtyard, her gaze distant.

    Ynda walked in with a mug of warm milk, finding the room pitch dark, "Why didn''t you turn on the

    light?"

    She flicked on the switch, making her way to Lizetta, who turned with a start, forcing a smile, "Oh, it''s

    dark already? Yoli, I forgot to turn it on."

    Seeing her like this, Ynda felt a pang of pain, cursing Remington for the umpteenth time in her heart.

    She approached, setting the milk aside to hold Lizetta''s icy hands, ¡°Liz, stop waiting. Let''s call off the

    wedding."

    Remington wasn''t worth it. He had no idea what he was missing, a girl who loved him with all her heart,

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    Lizetta''s lips quivered, her face pale as a sheet.

    Indeed, what was the point of holding on or waiting any longer? Each minute of the past two days''

    waiting stretched out endlessly.

    Before dusk, she still harbored hope. Remington had promised he''d return, so maybe he''d appear in

    the yard any second now.

    He''d rush over, envelop her in his arms, and apologize, saying, "Sorry, I''mte." But the night had

    fallen, well past the time he''d promised to return.

    In this age of instantmunication, it wasn''t possible that something had happened to Remington.

    The CEO of the Starlight Group wouldn''t just have some ident without anyone noticing. Just as

    Lizetta was about to say "alright", her phone, silent till then, suddenly lit up. It was the special ringtone

    she had set for Remington.

    Lizetta froze. She slowly looked down, and upon seeing "Hubby" shing on the screen, she could

    scarcely believe her eyes.

    Why now? Why was he calling at this moment? She hesitated to answer.

    "Pick it up! Ask that jerk when he''s gonna get back and beg for forgiveness!" Ynda urged, nudging

    Lizetta, who snapped out of her daze. Her fingers trembled as she slid to answer the call. "Liz, I''m

    sorry; I couldn''t make it back as nned. I saw you called. You must be worried, right?" Remington''s

    voice, mixed with the sound of wind, reached Lizetta''s ears. It felt surreal.

    Noticing her silence, he paused, "Liz? Are you there?"

    Lizetta moved her lips, "Yes."

    She then noticed her voice was tight and hoarse.

    "Are you sick?"

    "Remington, where are you? You said you''d be back, but our wedding is tomorrow, and you''ve left me

    to face it alone! Even if it''s a business trip, you can''t just go off the grid. I must''ve called you hundreds

    of times but you didn''t pick up the phone. Do you have any idea how worried and upset I''ve been these

    past two days?

    You know the wedding was your idea. How could you do this? It''s too much! I''m thinking of calling the

    wedding off."

    Lizetta gradually found her voice, bombarding Remington with her disappointment, anger, and

    grievances.

    Remington listened in silence, and only when she mentioned calling off the wedding did he finally

    speak up with deep voice, gripping his phone.

    "Liz, don''t cancel the wedding! Listen to me, I''ve been stuck in the mountains near the border due to a

    storm, and we lost signal. I''m on my way back now, and I promise I''ll be there tomorrow, okay?"

    His usually calm and collected tone was reced with urgency and slight panic. But his exnation did

    little to soothe Lizetta.

    Hearing the storm raging on his end, she took a deep breath and said, holding back her frustration,

    "You don''t need to rush. The weather sounds bad there. Just stay safe."

    "Worried about me?" A hint of reliefced Remington''s voice, apanied by a light chuckle.

    Hisughter, however, only fueled Lizetta''s pent-up exasperation. She snapped, "I just can''t bear the

    thought of something happening to you on your way back. Besides, a wedding isn''t something you

    rush. It''s meaningless this way. Let''s just cancel it. I don''t want to..."

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    "Lizetta! I told you, I''ll be there tomorrow. The wedding must go on as nned!"

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    He grumbled, and then abruptly ended the call.

    Clutching her phone, Lizetta couldn''t shake the irritation brewing within her. She tried calling back, but

    now, Remington''s line was dead again. "Liz, are you seriously gonna listen to him?"

    Remington''s promise to show up echoed in Lizetta''s mind. She put down her phone and with a slight

    smile, nodded, "Let''s go ahead with it."

    "But if we go through with the wedding as nned and Remington doesn''t show up tomorrow?"

    Ynda was worried, feeling that scoundrel Remington could very well pull such a stunt.

    "Because this is thest time I''m waiting for him. So, even if he doesn''t show, it''s okay."

    The fear was in the endless waiting, never knowing if he woulde.

    She''d endured such long waits. Thisst time, waiting till the end wasn''t an issue; it was about bringing

    things full circle, giving herself closure.

    The rain was torrential, sweeping across the forests, with gusts of wind enveloping everything in its

    path.

    A branch, unable to withstand the pressure, snapped, hurling towards Remington.

    "Mr. Dashiell, watch out!" Ray shouted as he ran forward, but it was toote.

    Fortunately, Remington dodged just in time. The branch missed his head but struck his shoulder hard,

    sending him stumbling a couple of steps before he managed to steady himself against a rock,

    preventing a

    fall.

    "Mr. Dashiell, are you hurt?"

    "I''m fine. Is the helicopter ready?" Remington looked up, his voice firm.

    The rain blurred his vision, and despite wearing a raincoat, he was a sorry sight.

    Three days ago, Remington had received a tip that Ste might''ve been taken to a secluded mountain

    vige. Some kidnapped women often ended up in such remote ces.

    The vigers were wary, and Remington, fearingplications in the rescue, had hurried over himself.

    Finding Ste and getting her out had been smooth. But the weather was not on their side, and a

    landslide had blocked their path.

    After much effort, they''d managed to call in a helicopter. Remington was worried about Lizetta and had

    run across two hills just to make that call.

    Thinking back on the call, the anger and frustration in her voice had left Remington feeling helpless and

    anxious. But since the helicopter had arrived, he could make it up to his soon-to-be-wife tomorrow.

    Lizetta was always stubborn but soft-hearted. She''d certainly understand, Remington thought, smiling

    slightly.

    He called out, "Ray, at the wedding tomorrow, I''m gonna drink to my heart''s content!"

    Having found Ste and feeling relieved, plus the uing wedding and soon bing a father, he

    felt gruntled for all the pleasant moments he had and would''ve enjoyed in life, indeed a time to

    celebrate. "Sure! I and the guys will drink with you till dawn," Ray responded enthusiastically.

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    They hurried to the makeshift helipad, where the helicopter''s lights made the surrounding vegetation

    dance wildly.

    Another team member rushed up, his face clearly anxious under the harsh light.

    "What''s the matter?" Remington asked grimly, striding forward.

    "Mr. Dashiell, it''s bad news. Ms. West has spiked a high fever and just passed out."

    Remington''s expression shifted as he rushed to the helicopter. Bending down to enter the cabin, he

    saw Ste lying there, her face flushed and eyes closed.

    He touched her forehead, and whether it was his hands, chilled from the cold rain, or Ste''s fever

    running high, her skin felt rmingly hot.

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    On the day of the wedding, the heavens seemed to frown upon them. The sky was a gloomy shade of

    gray, heavy clouds billowing, creating a somber atmosphere. The wedding was set at the tinum

    Five-Star Hotel owned by the Dashiell Group.

    Lizetta, adorned and waiting in the dressing room, noticed Remington was still absent.

    "Take a sip of water; don''t be nervous. I''ll be right by your side," Ynda, now in her pastel pink

    bridesmaid dress, handed Lizetta a warm cup of water.

    Lizetta took the cup but didn''t drink, smiling at Ynda instead, "I''m fine, really."

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    It seemed Ynda was more nervous than Lizetta, who felt ready to face whatever came her way.

    Just then, the door to the room swung open.

    Lizetta looked over, and immediately stood up, smiling, "Camille, Lucian, you made it."

    Lucian was decked out in a tailored white suit and a checkered tie, looking striking and refreshing, even

    his hair perfectly in ce.

    And in front of him, with a gentle demeanor, her hair elegantly bundled with only a simple jade pin, and

    wearing a purple gown that spoke volumes of her grace, was Mrs. Camille Dashiell, Lucian''s mother.

    "Liz, congrattions to you and Remington. I''ve also prepared an extra wedding gift for you."

    Camille was kind and gentle, who liked Lizetta and always treated her warmly. She handed Lizetta a

    velvet jewelry box, which took Lizetta by surprise.

    "Thank you, Camille. May I open it?"

    "Of course."

    Inside, Lizetta found a stunning stylish ruby ne, its diamonds and rubies intertwined, with a

    cascade of ruby tassels on one side.

    "It''s too precious, Camille," Lizetta was overwhelmed, attempting to close the box, only for Lucian to

    gently stop her.

    "Liz, you''re being too modest. I couldn''t find someone to get married, which you already know. Mom''s

    been saving her best jewelry for asions that never came. Finally, she found this chance; don''t deny

    her that."

    Camille took Lizetta''s hand, "I don''t have any daughter, and I''ve always seen you as one, Liz. Do you

    think I''m not fit to add to your trousseau?¡±

    Feeling a warmth in her heart, Lizetta asked, "Would you put it on me, Camille?"

    Delighted, Camille obliged.

    The ruby ne was breathtaking against Lizetta''s wedding dress, with its long sleeves and square

    neckline entuating her slender shoulders and elegant neckline.

    Once the ne was ced on her neck, its tassels squarely dangling on the corbones; the jewel

    against her skin was a sight to behold.

    "You look so pretty. Remington is fortunate to marry you, Liz," Camille admired, gazing at Lizetta. The

    latter smiled, just as an unwee voice chimed in.

    "Let''s not get ahead of ourselves, Camille. Does Lizetta marrying Remington mean he''s climbing social

    ladders? If you thought so highly of her, why didn''t you ask Fiona to..."

    It was Hanna and Shirley making their entrance, Hanna''s tone as haughty as ever.

    The matriarch had once favored Lizetta, even attempting to match her with Lucian, and Camille liked

    Lizetta, too. However, after that night, bringing up such matters was inappropriate.

    Hanna''s insinuation was clear: she intended to embarrass Lizetta.

    But Lizetta didn''t let her finish. Stepping forward, she firmly said, "I''m ready for this. Your help isn''t

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    "Lizetta, who gave you the nerve to interrupt your mother-inw? And where''s Remington? He''s

    nowhere to be seen," Hannained with embarrassment and annoyance.

    Lizetta sped her hands together, her voice calm, "Remi will be here any minute now, no need for you

    to worry."

    She then turned her gaze to the two bodyguards trailing behind Hanna, suggesting, "Please, Mrs.

    Hanna Dashiell, proceed to the banquet hall to rest."

    The bodyguards were specifically tasked by Remington to keep an eye on Hanna, to prevent her from

    doing anything stupid.

    Though Hanna was Remington''s mother and they hesitated to intervene based solely on her harsh

    words, Lizetta''s instruction was clear and they promptly stepped forward to escort Hanna away.

    Holding back her rage, Hanna shot Lizetta a re, her voice sharp, "All the guests have arrived, and

    there''s no sign of Remington. And you''re still here rxing? Don''t you know you should be weing

    the guests?"

    "I will, please go ahead," Lizetta replied, her tone neutral.

    With that, Hanna turned and stormed off, but Shirleygged behind, sneering at Lizetta, "Married for

    two years and suddenly deciding to have a wedding? That''s quite the joke! Let me guess, Remi only

    agreed because of the baby, no wonder he''s not showing up."

    "Shirley, your mouth must''ve been pickling in a trash can for years; why else would it stink so much!"

    Lucian walked over, grabbing Shirley by the arm and dragging her away.

    Shirley was indignant but recalling thest time Remington had her drink hot sauce as punishment,

    leaving her with a swollen mouth and two weeks of diarrhoea, she didn''t dare linger.

    "Lucian, Remi''s not here yet; why don''t you apany Liz to wee the guests?" Camille instructed,

    and Lucian nodded, not giving Lizetta a chance to refuse.

    Normally, weing the guests was a task for the bride, groom, and their families. Thus, Lizetta, along

    with Lucian and Ynda, headed to the entrance of the banquet hall. Meanwhile, a Gulfstream G550

    private jet finallynded.

    The cabin door opened, and Remington was the first to step out, cradling Ste, who was still battling a

    fever. Medical personnel were already waiting on the tarmac. They immediately approached, and

    Remington handed Ste over to the medical team, while thetter, as if sensing his departure,

    clutched tightly at his hand.

    Turning back, Remington saw Ste weakly open her eyes, her dry lips moving, her voice rough, "Don''t

    go."

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    Fear and anxiety filled her eyes, her condition evidently poor.

    Remington hesitated, unwittingly ncing at his watch before offering Ste a reassuring smile, saying,

    "Ste, don''t be scared. The medical team will take good care of you, and I''ve already arranged

    everything at the hospital.

    Your dad is waiting for you there; you''ll be with your family soon. This ce is safe, trust me. Just close

    your eyes and rest, okay?"

    However, Ste''s anxiety only heightened at his reassurance, trying to sit up from the stretcher.

    "Where is this ce? I don''t want to be left alone. Are you leaving me here?"

    Her panic was palpable. A mix of helplessness and frustration in Remington''s gaze, but Ste''sst

    question struck a chord. Sixteen years ago, he had indeed left her alone to face danger, leading to

    years of hardship.

    With a hoarse voice, Remington sat beside her, gently saying, "I won''t leave you behind, rest assured.

    Just close your eyes."

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    Ste finally rxed, sinking back into her hospital bed.

    She turned her face towards Remington, a pale smile offort gracing her lips before she slowly

    closed her eyes.

    Remington caught the doctor''s eye with a quick nce. The doctor immediately stepped forward to

    administer Ste''s treatment, her eyelids quickly bing unbearably heavy. Before slipping into

    unconsciousness, she heard a man''s voice, "You''ll be back with your family soon, while my bride is still

    waiting for me. Sorry, I can''t stay with you anymore." Ste wanted to grasp tightly, but she soon fell

    into darkness.

    Remington let go of Ste''s hand as the ambnce came to a halt, and he jumped out.

    The Maybach, racing alongside the ambnce, also screeched to a stop. Unnoticed, fine snowkes

    had begun to fall from the sky.

    Cedric opened the rear car door, holding an umbre as he stepped forward to greet, "Boss, your suit

    is in the car."

    Before he could finish, Remington pushed away the umbre and strode to the driver''s seat, yanking

    the door open.

    "Out!"

    Christ in the driver''s seat paused, and then realizing Remington intended to drive himself, hurriedly got

    out.

    Bending quickly to enter, Remington didn''t wait for Christ to steady himself before the Maybach, like a

    bolt of ck lightning, tore through the curtain of snow and sped away. Lizetta stood in the reception

    area of the banquet hall, spotting Evelina dressed in a sleek ck satin gown. Lizetta frowned slightly,

    utterly irritated. Yet, Evelina approached with a smile. "Sis, congrattions are truly in order. But

    where''s the groom? One might think you''re marrying Lucian instead. You two do seem quite a match."

    Ynda stepped forward, annoyed, "Evelina, it''s a miracle you''ve lived this long without getting

    smacked."

    Lucian scoffed, raising an eyebrow, "Perhaps she''ll end up dead in the streets by tomorrow."

    The two''s banter left Evelina with a noticeably sour face.

    Lizetta looked coldly at Evelina, "I didn''t invite you. It''d be best if you left now, before I call security to

    escort you out."

    Evelina smirked again, "You might not have invited me, but the Dashiell family invited my inws. I''m

    representing the West family here."

    "Oh, and when did you marry into the West family? News to everyone. Your skin is as thick as a wall."

    Ynda, disgusted, was about to take matters into her own hands.

    Evelina quickly stepped back, "I''m a guest; you''re all being incredibly rude. And I even brought a gift."

    She thrust a box into Lizetta''s hands, whispering as she leaned in close, "Did you really think

    Remington was just away on business, Sis? I''m saving you the trouble and tell you, he went to pick up

    Ste himself."

    Lizetta stiffened. Her face turned ashen in an instant.

    She staggered back, dropping the box Evelina had pushed into her hands. The box opened on impact,

    two jade folding fans inside shattering on the ground.

    "No! Sis, I came to congratte you with good intentions, and you''ve gone and broken my gift. That''s

    just too much," Evelina''s voice suddenly rose, her eyes reddening, drawing everyone''s attention. "Liz,

    Liz are you okay? What did she just say?"

    Ynda saw Lizetta standing there, dazed, herplexion almost translucent, and immediately forgot

    about Evelina, her concern evident.

    She took Lizetta''s trembling hands, which were colder than ice.

    For a moment, Lizetta saw nothing but blurs. All she could hear was Evelina''s spiteful voice.

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    He wasn''t on a business trip; he went to fetch Ste himself!

    That was why. It all made sense now.

    "Lizetta," she cried to herself, "how could you be so naive? How did you not see thising?"

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    She felt like she was sinking into a solitary deep sea, engulfed by the deathly waters of istion,

    unable to hear any sound or feel any warmth around her, that was until Ynda''s loud shouts pierced

    through her numbness.

    Lizetta slowly came back to her senses, her hand subconsciously reaching up to touch her face. She

    thought she would be in tears, yet, there were none.

    Her cheeks were dry, her eyes scratchy and sore, as if they were about to ignite. Her chest felt numb,

    as if it had been hollowed out.

    She thought, so this was what true despair, disappointment, and sorrow felt like - utterly deste,

    without even tears to show for it.

    "Really, how could she break the gift?"

    "Guests should be treated with respect, but this is just rude."

    Lizetta blinked back to reality, and when she did, she was met with the stares of a few guests, looking

    at her disapprovingly under Evelina''s tearful usations.

    Lizetta stopped Lucian, who was about to confront them with displeasure, and offered a polite, yet firm

    smile.

    "I apologize for the disturbance, but while guests are to be treated with respect, those whoe with

    malice shouldn''t expect the same courtesy, right?"

    "Sis, how could Ie with bad intentions?" Evelina attempted to protest further.

    Lizetta cut her off, "Wearing ck to someone else''s wedding, and gifting two things are bad, didn''t you

    know? What excuse do you have?"

    Suddenly, everyone''s condemning gaze turned to Evelina.

    Caught off guard by Lizetta''sposure even after hearing about the reason of Remington''s absence

    and her graceful handling of the situation, Evelina was at a loss for words. Her face flushed, and she

    quickly turned to leave.

    As themotion died down, Lizetta closed her eyes for a moment. Seeing her pale, Lucian thought it

    was because of Remington''s dy and said in a deep voice. "Liz, don''t worry. I''ll go check for you."

    He reached for his phone, stepping towards the door, but Lizetta grabbed his arm. Turning back,

    Lucian saw Lizetta offering a faint, pale smile. "Luc, no need. Please, apologize to grandma and the

    guests for me. The wedding is off," with those words, she forcefully pulled off her veil.

    Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as the pearl tiara meant to secure her veil hit the ground hard.

    The pearls from the tiara''s back chain scattered across the floor, like the tears of a mermaid princess.

    Lucian stood in shock as Lizetta began to walk towards the stairs.

    "Liz? What''s going on? Think of something!" Lucian''s face darkened, his brows furrowed as he turned

    to Ynda.

    Ynda, snapping out of her shock, shrugged and said with a coldugh, "A groom who misses his

    own wedding doesn''t deserve a second thought!"

    Heart-aching for Lizetta, she hurried after her. Just then, amotion started in the banquet hall.

    "What''s happening in there?"

    "A scandal, a huge scandal! The bride apparently had a thing with, well, better see for yourself. It''s

    always chaotic with the rich."

    Peopleing out of the banquet hall were stopped and questioned by those wanting to enter, with

    murmurs spreading fast.

    Lucian frowned, and paused as he took a nce at Lizetta, who was going to leave; then he turned

    and headed to the hall, only to notice peopleing out from it gazed at him in an odd way.

    Lucian''s brows furrowed tight, a gut feeling that something rted to him had happened. He quickened

    his pace, but before even entering the banquet hall, he saw his mother Camille walking out, looking

    anxious.

    "Mom, what''s going on inside?"

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    "Lucian, where''s Liz? What''s this about Liz''s diary?" Camille questioned hastily, clutching Lucian''s arm.

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    The mor of the banquet hall behind her couldn''t make Lizetta turn around. All of it had nothing to

    with her.

    "Lizetta, stop right there! You embarrassment, exin yourself now!"

    However, as Hanna''s furious voice echoed, Lizetta found her path blocked. She frowned, her

    expression icy. "Move! The one missing the wedding is your son, not me!"

    Lizetta tried to bypass Hanna, but Hanna grabbed her, uttering in exasperation, "Don''t bring Remington

    into this. If you hadn''t been so shameless, marrying Remi but pining for his brother, why else would

    Remington skip his own wedding day!"

    Lizetta was stunned, unable toprehend Hanna''s usations.

    Ynda was fuming too. She stepped forward, pulling Hanna''s hand away, and shielded Lizetta,

    saying, "Listen,dy, the guests are still here. Save yourself some dignity, will you? No need to act like

    a fishwife."

    "This is none of your business, back off!"

    Hanna swung a p at Ynda. But thetter dodged swiftly, pulling Lizetta back with her.

    Missing her target, Hanna stumbled, catching herself on the staircase railing. Fuming, she red at

    Lizetta.

    Lizetta frowned, "What''s with the brother stuff? Exin yourself."

    "ying the innocent, huh? Your dirtyundry''s out for everyone to see. You need to clear up this diary

    mess today! Is it yours? The Dashiell family can''t afford this scandal. You go in there and deny it,

    exin! Hanna said, moving to drag Lizetta back into the banquet hall.

    Lizetta had no idea about any diary. She just wanted to leave, "What diary? I don''t know."

    Hanna sneered, shoving her phone screen in Lizetta''s face. She then saw the familiar handwriting

    disyed on the hall''srge screen.

    [Today marks day 840 of loving Lucian. When handing in my exam, I realized I wrote your name

    instead of mine. It seems in my heart, you and I have be one.]

    [Today marks day 1069 of loving Lucian. It snowed today, just like my first day at the Dashiell''s, making

    me fall in love with snow because of you. Because of love, wishing to see you every snowy day for

    years toe.]

    Looking at the screen, Lizetta recognized every word; every sentence felt painfully familiar. But pieced

    together, it all seemed absurd.

    She had written a diary, but had carefully hidden it away.

    The diary was filled with mentions of Remington, but right now it was reced by "Lucian". Her and

    Lucian? Impossible.

    "Speak up! Feeling guilty, Lizetta? You never change. Four years ago, you brought scandal to the

    Dashiell family, and today you''ve dragged us through the mud again! Get in there and exin yourself."

    Seeing Lizetta silent, Hanna grew even more enraged.

    At this moment, Camille hurried over to mediate, "Hanna, you''re Liz''s mother-inw. She and Lucian

    grew up under our watch. We know their character clearly. We should trust they''re innocent. Please,

    calm down, there must be some misunderstanding!"

    "Shut up! Your precious son, look at the mess he''s made! Our family''s name is ruined because of you,

    and here you are, ying the saint!"N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Hanna raised her hand, pping Camille across the face. Thetter, caught off guard, took the hit

    squarely.

    Lucian had already gone into the banquet hall to understand the situation. It turned out, Lizetta''s diary

    had been unexpectedly disyed on the big screen, causing an uproar.

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    Luckily, Fiona was in charge and had the staff cut the broadcast immediately. She also rified it was

    all a prank, and the situation was now mostly under control.

    It was only then that Lucian rushed out, only to witness his mother being struck.

    "Mom!" Lucian hurried over, supporting Camille.

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    A red mark of a p was visible on Camille''s face. Lucian''s father had passed away early, leaving him

    deeply attached to his mother.

    He couldn''t stand this. Anger clouded his face.

    "Hanna! There''s a time and ce for your madness, and there are limits! Grandma is still here, and

    even though we may be weaker, my mom is still one of the family. You can''t just hit her whenever you

    feel like it!"

    With those words, Lucian forcefully bumped into Hanna. She staggered from the impact, slipping as

    she stood next to the hotel''s spiral staircase, and began to fall.

    "Ah!"

    "Mrs. Hanna Dashiell, watch out!"

    Evelina emerged from nowhere, rushing to grab Hanna. However, in her panic, Hanna iled about,

    causing Evelina to lose her grip. Both of them tumbled down the stairs together.

    Lizetta instinctively stepped forward, but another figure was much faster. This pink blur dashed forward,

    forcefully pushing Hanna and Evelina aside.

    Hannanded on the ground with a thud, Evelina falling on top of her, eliciting a scream of pain from

    the former.

    But the figure that had pushed them away lost their bnce and rolled down the stairs.

    Lizetta felt a chill run through her body, her face turning pale. The one who had saved Evelina and

    Hanna, rolling down the stairs, was Ynda!

    "No!"

    Lizetta''s voice seemed to float from afar, filled with destion and piercing despair.

    When Remington charged into the hall on the first floor, he heard Lizetta''s familiar, trembling voice

    amidst the sound of something heavy tumbling down the stairs and the screams that followed. A sense

    of dread and panic enveloped Remington, leaving him momentarily paralyzed.

    "Someone''s fallen down the stairs!"

    "My God, it looks like the bride."

    "Quick, call 911!"

    Amidst the chaos, Remington felt as if he was standing in the middle of a blizzard, engulfed by fear and

    panic.

    His legs almost gave out as he looked towards the staircase. But what he saw reignited a spark of

    hope in his despondent eyes.

    It was Lizetta. Wearing her wedding dress, she was frantically descending the staircase. And on the

    tform in the middle of the spiral staircasey a woman in a pink dress.

    Remington didn''t have time to figure out who the fallen woman was; his gaze was fixated on Lizetta, his

    palms sweaty with anxiety.

    He feared she might tumble down the stairs at any moment. He dashed up the stairs, closing the

    distance with urgency.

    By then, Lizetta was already kneeling on the ground, her trembling hands touching Ynda''s scattered

    locks.

    From the moment Hannashed out to Ynda''s fall, it''d only been a minute or two. Lizetta was in

    shock, hardly believing Ynda had fallen down the stairs.

    It felt like a nightmare, suffocating, harrowing!

    It was her fault! She had insisted on this ridiculous wedding. If anyone was to be punished, it should''ve

    been her. Why did Yoli have to suffer in her ce?

    Watching the blood slowly seep from beneath Ynda''s hair, Lizetta shuddered. She wished she''d

    been the one to fall. She was ready to end it all with her own life!

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    "Yoli. Yoli,e on, wake up. Say something to me."

    Lizetta''s hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn''t bring herself to touch Ynda, fearing

    she might shatter her into pieces.

    How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli''s head.

    "Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

    Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness

    swirling before her eyes.

    Only the ring red beneath Ynda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

    It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and

    now Ynda was paying the price because of her.

    "Liz."

    Remington had no clue what had happened as he caught sight of Ynda unconscious in a pool of

    blood.

    The sight of Lizetta sitting there, trembling and breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta''s wedding

    dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating

    pain. He called out to her unconsciously, but Lizetta seemed not to hear him.

    Remington, more panicked than he''d ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Ynda

    must survive!

    If anything were to happen to Ynda, he and Lizetta would be over!

    In a split second, Remington was down on one knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully lift

    Ynda''s head, pressing down on the wound to stop the bleeding.

    "Get a doctor! Now!" At the same time, he barked orders at the flustered hotel manager.

    There were medical staff in the hotel, and as the manager snapped back to reality, he fumbled with the

    walkie talkie.

    "Liz, don''t be scared. The doctors are on their way, and so is the ambnce."

    Remington tried tofort Lizetta, but the moment she recognized him, her empty gaze filled with

    intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart.

    Remington had never seen such a look in Lizetta''s eyes before.

    She was always gentle and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up trouble, her anger

    as harmless as a cat''s yful scratch.

    But he''d never seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain and almost hatred, especially not

    towards him.

    And yet, now, she looked at him that way, as if she wanted to gouge out his heart.

    He even heard her say in a voice foreign and hoarse, "Don''t touch her with your filthy hands!"

    Remington''s handsome face turned cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for

    someone to help, "Hogan! Please, save Yoli! I beg you."

    Lizetta''s eyes found hope in Hogan, who had rushed out from the banquet hall upon hearing of the

    ident.

    Just as Hogan broke through the crowd, Lizetta grabbed him desperately. Seeing her tear-streaked and

    utterly distraught face, Hogan quickly stepped forward, "Don''t panic; let me have a look." Being a

    doctor ustomed to emergencies, Hogan was the mostposed and reassuring presence there.

    His professional demeanor and actions soothed people; Lizetta''s frantic feelings gradually waned.

    "Mr. Dashiell, let go."

    Hogan crouched to take over from Remington, who, stared closely at Lizetta beingforted by

    Hogan, his fists clenched; though his expression darkened, he immediately made way for Hogan.

    Hogan was a medical professional; he was indeed the best option.

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    "The impact missed the critical areas of the temporal, frontal, and ipital lobes, but the bleeding is

    quite severe. Applying pressure to stop the blood flow was the right move, but she needs surgery

    immediately!"

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    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!

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    "Remi, if you''re not ready to tie the knot, then don''t! Why drag everyone else into this mess?"

    Remington had just approached the entrance to the banquet hall when the doors burst open, and

    Cassius stormed out, immediately grabbing Remington by the cor of his shirt.

    Fiona had just calmed the guests down and stepped off the stage when her blood pressure shot up.

    He and Timothy had helped her to the resting room, only then learning about Ynda''s ident.

    Remington''s handsome face was cold as ice, his eyes shadowed with turmoil, "Back off!"

    Seeing Cassius and Remington looking ready to tear into each other, Timothy pulled Cassius aside,

    saying, "You better head to the hospital, Ynda''s in trouble, and it''s not like Remi wanted any of this

    to happen."

    The wedding turning into a disaster, both Remington and Lizetta were undoubtedly hurting.

    Cassius hurried off. Timothygged behind, "Remi, where the heck have you been?"

    Remington''s thin lips slightly mped; after a moment, he replied, "Ste''s back."

    Understanding dawned on Timothy; his expression was a mix of emotions before he finally spoke,

    "No wonder. But today was supposed to be your and Lizetta''s big day. No matter the reason, Remi,

    you''ve gone too far! Lizetta''s heartbroken, and she won''t forgive you easily."

    Seeing Remington''s gloomy demeanor and tight jaw, Timothy didn''t press further, pping him on the

    shoulder, "Mrs. Fiona Dashiell''s furious, Remi. You should check on her." With Timothy gone,

    Remington strode into the banquet hall.

    The hall was beautifully decorated, adorned with fresh roses, setting a romantic and sweet

    atmosphere.

    The flowers still had morning dew on them, and the wine was fragrant. But the guests had all left, and

    the empty hall echoed with an overwhelming silence.

    Remington walked onto the stage, a solitary figure.

    He nced at the spot beside him, almost seeing Lizetta in her wedding dress, smiling brightly under

    her veil.

    Remington''s lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse, "Honey, I''m sorry. I love you."

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    But she was gone, and the wedding was over. The only response was Ray''s footsteps.

    "Sir, Mrs. Hanna Dashiell and Ms. Hawthorne have been located. Mrs. Dashiell has returned to

    Riverbend Abbey, and Ms. Hawthorne went to the hospital. She should be in Barbara''s ward by now.

    Also, we found the waiter who messed with the equipment and uploaded the diary."

    Remington''s expression was as cool as ever, his gaze heavy; he instructed, "Keep an eye on them; I''ll

    interrogate them myselfter. Go to Riverbend Abbey and bring Mrs. Dashiell to the hospital." Ray

    nodded, turned to leave, and then cast a nce back.

    Remington''s tall figure had vanished from the stage, stepping through the side door with his usual

    brisk,posed stride, showing no sign of disturbance.

    Of course, a man like Mr. Remington Dashiell, always in control. How could he possibly lose his

    composure, standing on stage talking to himself? He must''ve been mistaken.

    When Remington arrived at Fiona''s resting room, the doctor had already left, and Nathan was by the

    olddy''s side.

    "Grandma Fiona, how''re you feeling?" Remington approached quickly.

    Upon seeing him, Fiona couldn''t contain her anger, bellowing, "Why are you even here?! Better if you

    never came back. I''d rather find Liz a nice man to marry than let her be heartbroken by you over and

    over!" Nathan frowned, "Mom, it''s not Remington''s fault this happened. In the end, it was Lizetta''s diary

    that caused all this.

    If their hearts weren''t in it, they should never have been forced together over that incident. In my

    opinion, now that the wedding''s off, just let them go their separate ways."

    Fiona could feel her blood pressure rising again. Then, Remington spoke firmly, "I won''t get a divorce!"

    Nathan scowled, "In front of all the guests, Lizetta practically crowned you with a cuckold''s horns, and

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    Fiona snapped, "How could that diary be real! If Liz had any feelings for Lucian, she wouldn''t have

    rejected the marriage proposal right in front of me!"

    Remington''s hands, previously hanging loosely at his sides, clenched tightly as a tumult of emotions

    surged from disbelief to realization.

    His voice was hoarse, "Rejected the marriage?"

    "That year Liz turned sixteen. Camille wanted Lucian and Liz to study abroad together. In front of me

    and Camille, they made it crystal clear - they weren''t having any of it!" Something seemed to lodge in

    Remington''s throat, and it took him a moment to speak, "Was it during the Christmas holidays?"

    Fiona pondered before nodding, "Christmas Eve, to be precise. Camille always visited me on that day."

    Remington abruptly closed his eyes. Darkness enveloped him, yet it couldn''t hide the burning pain in

    his gaze.

    He remembered that holiday season; he was caught up with the branch office work and only made it

    back to the family home four days after Christmas.

    Entering the living room, he saw a group of elders chatting with Lizetta, and a distant rtive teasing

    her.

    "Liz is so bright and well-mannered thanks to Fiona''s upbringing. No wonder Camille adores you and

    wants you as her daughter-inw. What do you think, Liz?" "I''m still young. I''ll listen to Grandma Fiona."

    The girl shyly withdrew her hand, ncing at Lucian, who was ying video games on the couch.

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    Their every move was vivid, like a young couple in love. And Fiona was all for uniting Lizetta and

    Lucian; Remington knew that.

    Lizetta had said she''d listen to Grandma Fiona, but heter stumbled upon that diary.

    Turned out, before she agreed to listen to Grandma Fiona, she''d already refused. The one she liked,

    loved, was never Lucian, but Remington.

    Remington''s vision was filled with the way the girl had looked at him over the years: admiring, joyful,

    bright, hopeful, bitter, pained.

    For a moment, he felt as if a tempest churned within him. His hands clenched tight to the point that the

    veins seemed on the verge of bursting, his handsome face maintaining a rigid calm. "Remington, are

    you listening?!"

    Nathan was discussing apologizing to the guests, but in the next second, Remington turned and swiftly

    walked away without a word.

    Outside the hospital''s operating room, the light had been on for over half an hour. Yet, to Lizetta, it felt

    as long as days, as years.

    She was still in her blood-stained wedding dress, her hands sped together yet trembling slightly.

    Anxiety, fear, and regret intermingled in her heart.

    Lucian was by her side, but his attempts at reassurance fell t, both of them just hoping the surgery

    would end soon and sessfully.

    When the steady yet rapid footsteps of a man approached, Lucian stood up from the waiting chair.

    Lizetta remained seated, not even lifting her eyelids. Until, in front of her appeared a pair of shiny

    leather shoes, leading up to crisply pressed suit pants, the elegance undiminished. He stood before

    her, motionless.

    Only then did Lizetta slowly lift her head, yet without looking at him, as if she couldn''t bother toy eyes

    on him, and coldly said, "You''re blocking my view. You''re not wee here. Please leave." But the next

    second, the man crouched down in front of her.

    Their eyes unexpectedly met, and Remington''s deep gaze was filled with a tumult of emotions Lizetta

    had never seen before, intense as if they could engulf her whole.

    "I''ve called in the best neurosurgeon; he''ll be here any moment. I promise nothing will happen to

    Ynda."

    Hearing his words, Lizetta found it utterly absurd.

    "Do you think you''re a doctor, or a miracle worker? On what grounds do you make such a promise? Mr.

    Dashiell, if you''re looking to offerfort, I''m afraid you''vee to the wrong ce. I don''t need it, nor

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    Seeing him still crouched in front of her, like a statue turned to stone, Liz had had enough and stood up

    abruptly. If he wasn''t going to leave, she would.

    But in the next second, the man suddenly rose and pulled her into a tight embrace. He held her so

    close, as if trying to merge her into his very bones, his voice hoarse in her ear. "Liz, I''m sorry, but don''t

    turn down my help!"

    Lucian stepped forward as well, saying, "Liz, calm down."

    Lizetta closed her eyes, realizing she wasn''t asposed as she thought. Her emotions were still

    affected at the sight of him.

    Regret filled her heart. Yes, Yoli was what mattered most now. Once she calmed down, Lizetta pushed

    Remington away and nodded slightly.

    Just as Remington breathed a sigh of relief, Lizetta suddenly gave him a deep, profoundly respectful

    bow, "Thank you so much, Mr. Dashiell."

    The coat she''d been wearing, Lucas''s, slid to the ground as she bowed. There she was, in her wedding

    dress, bowing deeply in the most formal and distant manner.

    This was supposed to be their wedding day. She was supposed to be in his arms, kissing him amid the

    guests'' cheers.

    From the closest person to the most distant stranger, all in one night.

    Remington felt as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, unable to breathe. His eyes were restrained

    with emotion, knowing she was repelled by him now, and whatever he said wouldn''t reach her.

    His forehead veins were throbbing as he suppressed the urge to pull her into his embrace, nodding

    helplessly, "I''m doing this, not for you, but for myself! You don''t need to thank me."

    He was doing it for himself. Because with Ynda''s incident, he feared he''d never win her back.

    Remington''s deep gaze locked on Lizetta, hoping she''d understand what he meant.

    However, Lizetta seemed not to hear. Or perhaps she heard but simply didn''t care anymore.

    She straightened up indifferently, her body swaying weakly.

    "Honey!" Remington''s expression changed, and he reached out to help.

    Lizetta dodged his hand, but lost her bnce even more and fell toward the ground. Fortunately,

    Lucian reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch her before she hit the floor.

    As Lucian helped Lizetta back into her chair, Remington was still frozen, unable to retract his hand.

    His eyes held a mix of shock and dark anger, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

    She was carrying their baby, yet she''d rather fall than let him touch her? That dodge was her instinctual

    reaction!

    Had her disdain for him reached such a degree? He suddenly clenched his fist, ayer of frost

    seemingly enveloping him.

    He watched her sitting there motionless, looking as if she was about to shatter, yet still waiting

    worriedly.

    He turned and left, heading for the emergency exit. He feared if he stayed any longer, he''d do

    something irrational.

    Lucian pushed open the emergency door and was greeted by the thick smell of smoke, Remington''s

    silhouette tall and upright by the window.

    The window was wide open, cold wind and snowkes pouring in.

    Remington had loosened his shirt cor, which fluttered open by gusts of wind, his shoulders covered

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    His lips were enveloped in the haze of the smoke, his entire demeanor dark and brooding, like the

    oppressive sky outside.

    Lucian approached him, "Remi, did you find out who forged that diary?"

    Remington took another deep drag before looking at him, "You and Liz at her graduation, you had her

    on your shoulders, refusing to let her down until she admitted she liked you." Lucian froze, as if he''d

    completely forgotten about that incident.

    Remington''s gaze grew even more intense, as if piercing through him, causing Lucian to shiver with

    realization.

    He frowned, anxiously saying, "No! Remi, you can''t seriously think I have something with Liz, right?

    That day, I did make her say she liked me, but that like, it''s just sibling affection!

    Remi, you know, Liz and I have been at odds since we were kids, always fighting. She always said in

    the Dashiell family she hated me the most. Even after we grew up and got closer, she wouldn''t even

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    After that, Lucian realized something was off, "How did you catch wind of this, Remi? Did you see that?

    Please don''t tell me you think of it in another way."

    Lucian was in disbelief, but seeing Remington''s gloomy expression solidified his fears. Frustration

    surged within Lucian, both for himself and Lizetta.

    "So, Remi, you actually got the wrong idea about me and Liz? These past four years, you''ve been

    keeping me froming back, saying I should make something of myself first so I wouldn''t disappoint

    the family. But was it really not about supporting my career, and just about keeping me away from Liz?"

    No wonder he finally managed toe back home this time, and before he knew it, Remi dangled a

    massive carrot in front of him, sending him across the country on a wild goose chase for a base. He''d

    found the perfect spot, but Remi didn''t approve, picking it apart and telling him to keep looking.

    "Remi, anyone with eyes could see Liz has been head over heels for you! That silly girl, ever since she

    was a little thing, she''s been crazy about you.

    When she knew you were hurt, she was thest to find out because we kept it from her. I didn''t allow

    her to meddle, and she got distressed, dragging me out drinking until we were both a mess.

    Hearing you were with Evelina, she barely spoke for months, nearly drowning in her own gloom. I took

    her to the mountains to see the stars, hoping to cheer her up.

    But instead of seeing any star, she got a fever, ended up in the hospital with an IV drip, lying there and

    still fretting over ''Remi, why can''t you like me back, just a little bit?'' All these years, her world has

    revolved around you, giving up her dreams, waiting at Oakridge Heights for you toe home.

    Even after you ignored her for four years, she still hoped you''d turn around. Finally the wedding came

    around and she was so looking forward to it; you couldn''t feel any of that?"

    Lucian''s words pierced Remington like needles to the heart.

    The cigarette between Remington''s fingers snapped, crushed into ashes in his palm, burning his skin.

    But that pain was nothingpared to the agony in his heart.

    Remington''s face turned a shade paler, his thin lips curling into a bitter smile.

    Indeed, how couldn''t he have noticed? How could he have misunderstood for so long, and only now

    see the truth?

    The specialist Remington had called arrived quickly and rushed into surgery after putting on scrubs.

    Despite the urgency, the operation took over six hours. Fortunately, the oue was positive.

    "The surgery was sessful, and there''s no longer any danger to her life. Due to theplexity of the

    cranial injury, the patient needs to stay in ICU for observation. We''ll know more once she wakes up."

    Hearing Hogan''s words, Lizetta couldn''t hold back her tears. The sight of blood everywhere back then

    had terrified her, fearing Ynda wouldn''t make it out of surgery.

    "Thank you, Hogan; thank you so much!"

    "Don''t worry too much. Ynda will be brought out soon. You can''t visit her in ICU just yet, but rest

    assured, I''ll take good care of her."

    Lizetta nodded continuously.

    Soon enough, Ynda was wheeled out and into the ICU ward. Lizetta could only see her pale face,

    closed eyes, and the bandages wrapping her head.

    "It''s okay; the medical staff are here. Let me take you to rest; you haven''t eaten all day," Remington''s

    gentle, deep voice came from behind her, tinged with a hint of tension. Only then did Lizetta slowly

    turned, gazing up at him.

    It was the first time Lizetta looked at him directly today. Remington''s heart skipped a beat, filled with a

    mix of nervousness and anticipation.

    But then he heard Lizetta say, "Mr. Dashiell, could youe with me to City Hall? Today''s thest day

    of our divorce cooling-off period. We can still make it if we go now."

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    Remington felt a sudden drop in his heart, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil when she first

    mentioned divorce. This time, her calm was unnervingly serene.

    And he knew, that kind of still, ashen calm was the most terrifying of all. It meant she''d given up on him

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    Remington''s breath turned heavy, his deep gaze fixed intently on the woman''s pale face. His fists

    clenched and then rxed as he finally spoke, his voice soft and soothing. "Liz, you''re in a bad state

    right now. What you need most is some rest! We can talk about everything elseter, okay?"

    He reached out to pull Lizetta into his embrace, but she dodged away, irritation written all over her face.

    "At this point, Mr. Dashiell, do you really think our marriage stands a chance?"

    Without a moment''s hesitation, he replied, "Yes, it does!"

    It was then he realized she loved him, and he hadn''t yet had the chance to tell her that he loved her

    too.

    How could they end things like this! He wouldn''t allow it!

    He said with a grave tone; his handsome face slightly shadowed. His gentleness shattered like a mask,

    revealing a cold, dark gaze filled with obsession and madness. He stepped forward, intent on pulling

    Lizetta into his arms.

    "Enough!" She pushed him away fiercely, her slender body stumbling.

    Seeing her on the verge of falling, Remington froze, hesitating to approach her again.

    At that moment, Hogan, changing from scrubs to his white gown, quickly came over and supported

    Lizetta.

    Remington darkly red at Hogan''s right hand. But Lizetta, who looked agitated, grasped Hogan''s arm

    in return.

    This scene deeply wounded Remington''s eyes.

    "Mr. Dashiell, she''s been through a lot today. A pregnant woman shouldn''t be continuously stressed like

    this. If you truly care for her, stop pushing her!" Remington''s temples throbbed twice, "This is between

    us married couple. You''re overstepping!"

    "As a doctor, I must intervene! And as Liz''s friend, Mr. Dashiell, you missing the wedding and

    embarrassing her like that, you''ve let her down and hurt her."

    Remington cut him off coldly, "Oh, as a friend, or perhaps with other intentions? Hogan, don''t act all

    high and mighty about our issues. You''re nothing here! My patience has limits; don''t think I won''t take

    action! Lizetta, observing Remington''s stern demeanor, suddenly curved up her lips, "If Hogan don''t

    have a say, surely I do."

    Despite trying to appear strong, Lizetta was physically weak, having relied on Hogan''s support. Finally

    steadying herself, she turned to Hogan.

    "Hogan, this is indeed between him and me. Could you please take care of Yoli for me? I need to talk to

    him alone."

    Hogan looked worried, but seeing Lizetta''s determination, he didn''t press, nodded and turned to head

    into the ICU.

    In an instant, the corridor was deserted, leaving only Lizetta and Remington standing opposite each

    other.

    A beam of light from above cast a shadow on the ground, creating a rift between what should''ve been a

    sweet newlywed couple.

    Lizetta gazed at the silent Remington, "Remington, you are the one who skipped the wedding, who

    gave up on me. Why bother pretending now? Let''s end this gracefully for the sake of decades of being

    together, and divorce amicably, okay?"

    Lizetta truly didn''t understand what Remington was holding onto.

    A pang of pain shed in Remington''s eyes; his throat felt as if it held a knife, making his voice hoarse,

    "Liz, I didn''t miss the wedding. I''m sorry I waste; I can exin."

    His voice was anxious, hisposure lost.

    Lizetta lowered her eyes, offering a bitter and sarcastic smile, "Exin? Exin that while I was

    eagerly looking forward to our wedding, you were busy searching for Ste behind my back?

    Or exin that when I was waiting for you to try on the wedding attire, you were rushing off to meet

    Ste?

    Or perhaps exin that when I faced our wedding day alone and vulnerable, you were returning with

    Ste in your arms?

    Should I also thank you for eventually showing up at the wedding? Yes, you dide, but I didn''t need

    it anymore!"

    Lizetta found the situation absurd.

    Recently, he''d been in a surprisingly good mood, and she thought he was as excited about the wedding

    as she was. But as it turned out, he''d found a clue about Ste.

    He said he was going on a business trip, and she believed him. He promised he''d return, asking her

    not to cancel the wedding, and she believed that too.

    He did return, but it was toote. Toote that all her anticipation, trust, and love had been exhausted.

    "You knew." Remington looked at her deste and indifferent face, feeling a sense of defeat in his

    clenched hands.

    "Yes, I know everything. So, there''s nothing to exin. Please, Mr. Dashiell, respect my wishes this

    time. I''ll be waiting for you at City Hall."

    Lizetta walked past Remington.

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    As their clothes brushed against each other, Remington suddenly grabbed her, "Liz, I''m sorry; you

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    I never expected to get caught in a downpour, with both the signal and the mountain roads cut off,

    dying my journey. What I least expected was for Ste toe down with a relentless fever halfway

    through, nor did I anticipate Ynda''s ident at the wedding."

    It was his arrogance, always believing he had everything under control, but he forgot that things didn''t

    always go ording to n.

    Lizetta slowly turned her head to look at him. Perhaps it was the dim lighting of the hospital corridor, but

    the man''s handsome features seemed shadowed, almost pale.

    But Lizetta realized she no longer felt sorry for him.

    With a voice as calm as it could possibly be, she said, "Whatever issues you''re wrestling with, whether

    you''ve let go of the past or not, I don''t care anymore. Mr. Dashiell, please, show some self-respect."

    Remington''s grip on Lizetta''s arm loosened slightly. She took a deep breath, about to pull her arm away

    to leave, but then he suddenly pulled her in closer, holding her tight.

    His familiar scent overwhelmed her. But all Lizetta felt was revulsion as she pushed against him.

    "Remington, what exactly are you trying to do!"

    "Liz, that diary, the person you confessed your love to in your diary, it''s me, isn''t it? You''ve always loved

    me, haven''t you?"

    Remington''s voice was hoarse, tightening his hold, keeping the struggling woman firmly in his embrace

    as if not letting go could somehow make her his again.

    But now, with everythingid bare, Lizetta felt nothing but humiliation.

    She struggled even harder, "Yes, I did love you! Loved you so much that I demeaned myself, but now

    I''ve woken up. I don''t want to love you anymore! I''m begging you, let me go!" Lizetta managed to lift her

    head from his embrace, her eyes red but dry, her face ghastly pale, looking at him in despair.

    Although Remington had known, hearing her admit that she''d always loved him felt like a painful strike

    to his heart, cruelly torn apart. His eyes bloodshot, he held her even tighter.

    "I''m sorry; I didn''t know. I identally came across that diary once, and I''ve been misunderstanding

    you and Lucian all this time. I''ve been so foolish; Liz, you can''t do this! You can''t just let me know about

    your love and then take it back!

    If you love me, then continue to do so. I refuse to believe that you can just stop loving me!"

    A ze of emotion raising in his icy gaze. His demand was fierce; hemanded her to keep loving

    him.

    But Lizetta suddenly stiffened; then in a burst of anger, she pped Remington hard across the face.

    Remington froze, momentarily lost, as if he couldn''t understand what he''d said that made her angry so

    suddenly.

    Lizetta, however, gave a bitterugh, her voice trembling.

    "Remington, falling out of love doesn''t happen overnight. It''s the culmination of disappointment

    reaching its peak, a qualitative change brought on by quantitative umtion. Believe it or not, I truly

    don''t love you anymore."

    She closed her eyes, and then tiredly added, "Also, it''s not that I never told you, but you never believed

    me! Four years ago, when I said I didn''t drug you to get into your bed, you didn''t believe me! When I

    said I liked you, you didn''t believe it either. The year we got married, I gathered the courage to say I

    liked you again, and you still didn''t believe me! Now your realization was because of that diary?

    Ha, but a few days ago in the hospital, someone ndered me with that handwriting, and you said you

    believed me, said you''d get to the bottom of it. Clearly, you never did. If you had, you would''ve found

    out the diary was tampered with! Then, today''s episode wouldn''t have happened.

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    Remington, I pped you not because you didn''t love or protect me - you have no obligation to do that

    - but you can''t demean me, trample on my sincerity over and over again! Not believing in me! I''ve

    exhausted all my courage on you. There''s no other option for us but divorce."

    After speaking, Lizetta pushed Remington away.

    This time, Remington, his expression dark, even with his tall frame, was easily pushed aside by Lizetta.

    Lizetta turned to leave, but after a few steps, Remington caught up and hugged her from behind.

    Exhausted in body and spirit, her lips trembling, Lizetta was about to shout in anger when she heard

    Remington''s husky, indistinct voice by her ear.

    He said, "But honey, I still love you."

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    Lizetta couldn''t believe her ears.

    What did Remington just say? He said he loved her? How could that be possible?!

    Lizetta thought, perhaps the saddest thing in the world was finally hearing what she''d longed for, only

    to be filled with doubt and bitterness instead of joy. Without the anticipation, his words could no longer

    move her. Lizetta lowered her head and slowly unwrapped his arms from around her waist.

    "Stop joking. If your love means constantly hurting and disappointing me, then it''s a cheap kind of love I

    can''t even bother with."

    With those words, Lizetta walked away, never looking back.

    Remington didn''t try to stop her. His jaw clenched tight, his handsome face seemed to be coated in ice,

    covering the turmoil within.

    He watched her determined departure, his profound gaze growing even darker, as if no light could

    prate it.

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    So, this was what it felt like to muster the courage to confess love, only to be doubted; to not be

    believed by the one he loved felt suffocating.

    When Lizetta arrived at City Hall, the gloomy sky finally unleashed a flurry of snowkes. Perhaps due

    to the weather, it was unusually quiet at the entrance.

    Lizetta had asked Camille to bring over the necessary documents. Camille was already there, and she

    even brought Lizetta a thick coat.

    As Lizetta approached, Camille quickly took the coat from the servant and wrapped it around her,

    adding a scarf for good measure.

    "Thanks, Camille. I''m sorry about your face. It''s all because of me," Camille''s cheek still bore the mark

    of a p, and Lizetta was full of regret.

    Camille patted her, "It wasn''t you who hit me, no need to apologize. Besides, if Lucian hadn''t been so

    protective and impulsive, Ynda wouldn''t have fallen trying to save Hanna and Evelina. Liz, don''t take

    everything upon yourself; it''ll exhaust you."

    Lizetta felt a lump in her throat but nodded, "I''ll go on ahead then."

    "Okay."

    Turning, Lizetta eyed the Maybach parked not far away.

    Remington''s car had been following her since she left the hospital, but he hadn''t stepped out yet.

    Lizetta wasn''t sure if Remington was waiting for someone to bring him the documents.

    The car windows were up, shielding the man inside from view. Seeing no movement, Lizetta had no

    choice but to walk over.

    She knocked on the car window, and the man slowly rolled it down, his profile as noble and refined as

    ever.

    The vulnerability he''d shown in the hospital corridor was nowhere to be seen. This, Lizetta thought,

    was the real Remington - his professed love, utterly false.

    Standing outside, separated by the snow, she looked at him, "Mr. Dashiell, have you got all the

    documents ready?"

    Remington locked eyes with her, but his response veered off-topic, "The year you came to the Dashiell

    family, it was snowing like this, very simr to now." Lizetta frowned; she had no patience for these. All

    she wanted was to finalize their divorce and return to the hospital to be with Yoli.

    "Mr. Dashiell, our current situation doesn''t suit poetic musings. Please, let''s make this quick."

    Remington''s expression darkened instantly, his gaze on Lizetta turning frosty. His lips parted slightly,

    his voice cold.

    "Lizetta, that year, you were injured, looking up at me, clutching at my pant leg begging me to take you

    in. I took you in, and you became mine!

    Today, you think you can just leave? My ce isn''t some shelter where youe and go as you

    please!"

    Lizetta was stunned, staring at him in disbelief.

    "What do you mean?!"

    Remington''s lips arched upwards, "I will never let you go!"

    Lizetta gasped, clenching her fists, and swung at his shameless face. But he caught her slim wrist,

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    Her eyes zed with fury, while the man forcefully gripped her chin with his other hand.

    "Lizetta, don''t forget, your brother''s stillid up in the hospital. Once we''re divorced, I''m under no

    obligation to take care of him, let alone pay a fortune for his medical team." Lizetta hadn''t expected him

    to use her brother as leverage at a time like this.

    Her brother had only recently started responding well to a new treatment, and clearly, Remington had

    calcted that Lizetta wouldn''t give up now.

    Gasping for breath, Lizetta managed, "I can cover the medical team''s expenses."

    "Think I need your money, Lizetta? This isn''t about choice! Get in the car; we''re going home!"

    "Despicable!"

    How could sheply? She lowered her head and bit down hard on Remington''s finger. She didn''t

    hold back, channeling all her strength, fury driving her to nearly sever his finger.

    The taste of blood spread in her mouth, but Remington didn''t flinch. The man sneered, "I''ve always

    been ruthless, just never towards you before! Lizetta, if you don''t want your brother to lose hisst

    hope, get in the car!"

    Yet, Lizetta lifted her head, pushing Remington away and stepping back.

    Wiping the blood from her lips, she retorted, "Remington, if my brother knew you were using him to

    threaten me, he wouldn''t want me to submit because of him!" Today, she was determined to divorce.

    She could always plead with Fiona about her brother''s situationter; Lizetta believed she wouldn''t turn

    a blind eye.

    Remington hadn''t expected her to sacrifice her brother''s treatment over a divorce. Redness shed in

    his eyes, his knuckles cracking with tension.

    Lizetta pulled out her phone, her hands trembling as she made a call. She was calling Miranda, the

    agent she had worked with before when she sold her song rights. "Miranda, did you hear about Mr.

    Dashiell''s grand wedding at the Starlight Group today?"

    "Of course, but they didn''t invite the media, heard it was a low-key affair. Don''t even know who the

    lucky bride is. Why, you got news?"

    Indeed, with the wedding turning into a disaster, there wasn''t a whisper of it online. Remington''s

    influence was something Lizetta had to acknowledge.

    "I''m the bride, But Remington and I have been secretly married for over two years. The wedding fell

    through today, and we''re getting a divorce Now, that''s big news. If Miranda, you have media contacts

    who want this scoop, they better hurry."

    After speaking her piece, Lizetta hung up without waiting for the gobsmacked Miranda to respond.

    Remington, sitting in the car, had overheard the entire conversation His face darkened to the extreme.

    The usuallyposed man finally broke his facade, stepping out of the car.

    "Lizetta, well yed!"

    "Mr. Dashiell, kdon''t even know what I''ll tell the media when they arrive. If you want the Starlight

    Group''s stocks toplummet and those you protect like Ms. West and Ms. Hawthorne, to bebeled as

    homewreckers, by all means, keep this up."

    Threats weren''t only his to wield.

    Remington, facing her resolute stance, felt a pang in his heart.

    "Huh, surely the domestic cat hurts people the most when it attacks! But there''s nothing I want that I

    can''t have! Lizetta, you think I''ll just let you talk to the media?"

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    As he spoke, he raised his hand, pressing it against the back of Lizetta''s neck.

    Lizetta stiffened, rage boiling in her eyes, "Remington, don''t make me hate you!"

    But Remington leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Then hate me. From love to hate, at least it

    proves you loved me! Between us, there''s no such thing as strangers!" Lizetta''s pupils dted in shock.

    Suddenly, a pain shot through her neck as Remington pinched a spot, causing her to copse

    backward.

    As she fell into unconsciousness, the snow-filled sky and Remington''s fiery gaze were thest things

    she saw. Fourteen years ago, he was an angel who saved her. Fourteen yearster, he''d be a

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    Remington gently lifted the unconscious Lizetta into his arms, when from a distance, Camille saw what

    was happening and hurried over.

    Just as Remington was about to close the car door, Camille stopped him.

    "Remington, what are you doing?"

    "Camille, you''ve been through a lot today. Go home and rest. We''ll sort this out ourselves."

    Remington didn''t look at Camille, his focus solely on adjusting Lizetta''s position in his arms.

    Camille frowned, "Remington, don''t you know Liz well enough? Forcing her like this will only lead to

    regret!"

    Finally, Remington nced at Camille, hisrge hand gently caressing the hair of the woman in his

    arms, his voice hoarse, "All I know is that those who love each other should be together."

    Not something Remington would typically say, and Camille was slightly taken aback, releasing her grip

    involuntarily.

    By the time she came back to her senses, Remington had already shut the car door, and the vehicle

    sped away. Lizetta woke up from a nightmare, her head heavy and foggy.

    As her consciousness slowly returned, she opened her eyes to find the curtains undrawn and the room

    dimly lit.

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    Night descended, and she''d missed everything - the deadline to divorce had passed, rendering their

    application void. Feeling utterly drained, she closed her eyes, a suffocating difort lodged in her

    throat.

    "Do you feel unwell anywhere? How about getting up and eating something?"

    A man''s gentle inquiry came from the sofa across the bed. His tall figure stood and approached,

    looking down at her.

    His presence was so strong that Lizetta had felt his gaze the moment she regained consciousness.

    She''d deliberately ignored it, and now, without lifting her eyelids, she showed no intention of

    responding.

    Unfazed, Remington continued, "You haven''t eaten all day. Even if you''re not hungry, Joy might be."

    Lizetta felt weak, her mouth bitter, and her mood was terrible. Perhaps she was too hungry to feel it,

    but she didn''t feel starving or have any appetite.

    She found him annoying. Turning away, she was about to pull the covers over herself when Remington

    caught her arm.

    His voice turned cold, "Lizetta! Are you nning to ignore me and stay silent for the rest of your life?"

    Their eyes met as Lizetta opened hers.

    His gaze was intense, hers cold, "Get out."

    Remington''s breath hitched, his jaw tensing, "Lizetta!"

    "Ste was found, wasn''t she? Why not care about her instead? You could''ve taken her to the wedding

    today, actually. I wouldn''t mind if you reced the bride with her. As long as I get some peace, do

    whatever you want."

    Her rejection was clear; she really was pushing him away. It seemed she truly didn''t care, daring to say

    such things.

    Remington''s hand gripping on the woman''s arm trembled slightly, his face paling. Eventually, he let go,

    "I''ll take it as you speaking in anger."

    Lizetta curled up, closing her eyes again, no longer wanting to argue.

    Watching her silent resistance and disdainful posture, Remington added, "The doctor said Ynda

    might wake up tonight. If you don''t want to go to the hospital, just lie here."

    This got a reaction from Lizetta, who sat up, "You''re letting me go to the hospital?" Her tone was

    skeptical.

    Lips mping tightly, Remington nodded despite the frustration boiling inside, "I don''t want a divorce,

    but that doesn''t mean I''m imprisoning you. Get up and eat; I''ll go with you to the hospital."

    Studying Remington intently, Lizetta seemed to be assessing the truth of his words.

    Frustrated, Remington said, "So, you don''t believe a word I say anymore?"

    "Your credibility ispletely spent with me."

    Caught off guard, Remington was relieved when Lizetta finally got out of bed.

    Lina had prepared a meal, keeping it warm in case Lizetta woke up hungry. Entering the dining room,

    Lina greeted her enthusiastically, "Mrs. Dashiell, see if these are to your liking. If not, just let me know

    what you''d prefer."

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    Remington was already seated at the dining table when Lizetta paused, shooting a look towards Lina,

    "The food''s great, but thepany? Not so much. I''m gonna eat in the lounge." She turned to leave,

    the screeching sound of a chair against the floor echoed as a man''s figure swiftly approached her.

    Lizetta''s heart sank. She turned to run, but Remington had already scooped her up.

    She kicked and struggled, but she was no match for his strength. He forced her down into a chair and,

    without waiting for her to settle, he brought a bowl of oatmeal to her lips.

    Lizetta clenched her mouth shut, while Remington''s resolve was just as strong, as if he could hold the

    spoon there forever unless she opened her mouth.

    Chest heaving, frustrated beyond words, Lizetta swung her hand, knocking the bowl away. With a

    crash, the porcin shattered on the floor, and Remington''s expression turned ice-cold. "Lizetta! You

    really want to defy me? Fine, you''re not going out tonight!"

    Not this again!

    Feeling a lump in her throat like swallowed blood, Lizetta took a deep breath and looked at Remington,

    her lips curling into a mocking smile.

    "Looking at your face makes me nauseous. It''s a physical reaction, uncontroble, sorry."

    His expression grew even colder as he sternly ordered, "Another bowl."

    Then, he tried again to feed her, "Go on, throw up for me. Throw up and we''ll continue. I''ve got all

    night."

    He spoke with an eerie gentleness, his eyes heavy with fog.

    Lizetta clenched her fists, wishing she could puke to his face directly. But she hadn''t eaten all day, and

    now, she couldn''t even muster the saliva to spit, let alone stomach acid. Reluctantly, she opened her

    mouth.

    If Remington wanted to y servant, she''d take him as a servant, a waiter. She ate the oatmeal and

    even had him peel shrimp for her.

    When he presented a teful, she pushed it away with force, the shrimp scattering over his suit.

    "Oops, my bad, what a mess."

    Remington obviously saw through her act.

    She wanted him to explode in anger. and leave, but instead of getting riled up, he simply stood up,

    saying, Eat up. I''m gonna take a shower and then we can go out." S

    He even ruffled her hair before leaving. Lizetta punched the cushion in frustration, utterly bored.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell is..." Lina

    approached, intending to hint at Remington''s injuries and how he still peeled shrimp for Lizetta, and to

    suggest showering might be difficult

    for him.

    But as she started, Lizetta swept a look over at her, "I don''t care what happens to him! Lina, see to the

    decorations and the bedding in the bedroom, will you?"

    Lina, employed by Remington, naturally sided with him, which only irked Lizetta more.

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    ordingly, falling out of love turned every mention of the person into an annoyance.

    This was supposed to be their wedding night, and the house was still decked out in celebration, yet to

    be cleared away.

    Meeting Lizetta''s cold gaze, Lina sighed and left without another word.

    On the way to the hospital, Remington drove. Lizetta sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the

    snow-covered world outside, refusing to engage.

    Inside the car, it was deadly silent; though they were physically close, an invisible chasmy between

    them.

    Remington loosened his tie and said,

    "The diary entries, I had them

    iet

    authenticated. They''re not all forgeries. Most are your writings. Someone just had them expertly

    alteredby a restoration specialist, because when the servant found the diary, it was already water

    damaged. Those alterations were perfectly concealed."

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    The diary''s restoration was of museum-quality craftsmanship.

    Not only was the name tampered with, but references to Remington were conspicuously cut out, and

    parts of the content were refilled.

    Because of this, Remington never realized something was off. But upon learning the truth, Remington

    carefully pored over the diary''s contents once more while Lizetta was asleep.

    He could instantly distinguish which parts were genuinely written for him by Lizetta, and which had

    been deceitfully added to mislead him, like the passage that was blown up on the big screen at their

    wedding.

    [Today marks day 1069 of loving for Lucian. It snowed today, just like the first day at the Dashiell''s,

    making me fall in love with the snow because of you. Because of love, wishing to see you every snowy

    day for years toe.]

    Reading this in the past, Remington thought of the night he carried Lizetta back to the Dashiell family

    vi, when Lucian sneaked into Lizetta''s room while he was downstairs seeing the doctor off.

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    When he came upstairs, he just caught Lucian running out of Lizetta''s room, screaming, "Remi, that

    brat bit me!"

    Back then, as watching this, he was insanely jealous, thinking Lizetta and Lucian were a pair of

    bickering lovers.

    But reading it now, he finally understood. From such an early time, his little girl''s heart had already

    harbored feelings for him.

    "Liz, are you listening?"

    After speaking for a while without hearing any response from Lizetta, Remington couldn''t help but turn

    his head.

    Lizetta slowly turned, "Where''s the diary? Let me see."

    Remington''s grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly, of course, he had brought the diary along.

    Because Evelina was in the hospital, and he still had a score to settle with her.

    The man opened the glovepartment, took out the diary, handed it to Lizetta, and then asked, "Why

    did you bury it back then?"

    As Lizetta held the diary, her eyes reflected aplex mix of emotions.

    When she wrote this diary, she was not yet eighteen, filled with girlish sentiments, both sour and

    cheesy.

    She hid and guarded it, fearing

    anyone would discover it. But one evening, when guests were at the house and a servant had an

    ident, she went upstairs to serve tea to the guests.

    to

    She overheard a conversation in the study; it was Nathan and a guest discussing Remington''s

    marriage prospects.

    They mentioned a few well-known

    concluded, "These youngdiese from good families and are charming in every aspect. But we all

    know, at Remington''s age, looks matter the most. Remington has already fostered a beauty himself; he

    probably won''t be interested in the matches you''ve arranged."

    Nathan''s voice was stern.

    "Are you talking about Lizetta? If it weren''t for the Dashiell family taking her in, she would''ve died in the

    streets long ago. The Dashiell family has supported her through thick and thin, expecting her to be

    grateful and dutifully await the marriage the Dashiell family arranges for her, to support Remington

    when necessary. If she dares to be ungrateful and harbors intentions towards Remington, the Dashiell

    family will not tolerate her! But Remington sees her as a sister; he doesn''t have

    those feelings. You worry too much."

    "You can never be too careful. It''s better to keep an eye out, and if there''s any sign, it can be dealt with

    promptly."

    The guest who spoke like this was Martin, Remington''s godfather, naturally having a say in

    Remington''s marriage.

    Standing at the door, seventeen-year-old Lizetta was terrified. She feared being sent away, never

    seeing her Remi again.

    She also feared that the Dashiell family would arrange a marriage for her early on. With her status, she

    would have no room to refuse. She ran back to her room and open the drawer, intending to burn the

    diary, but ultimately couldn''t bring herself to do it.

    Later, she cried all night as she ran up the hill and buried the diary in a hole.

    Seventeen-year-old Lizetta knew all too well that Remington was out of reach, like the moon in the sky.

    Their statuses were worlds apart; she didn''t even have the right to love him. But as time went on, how

    did she be so foolish? She thought of the wedding, Hanna''s dissatisfaction, Shirley''s curses, and

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    Lizetta felt like that even if the wedding went smoothly, she would still never truly fit into his world.

    She touched the diary for a long while before finally opening it.

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    Remington thought she was going to check the authenticity of the diary, but then, in the next second.

    The woman abruptly rolled down the car window, letting in the cold gust of wind.

    Amidst the sound of tearing paper, Lizetta ripped the diary to shreds and threw it out of the window.

    Screech!

    Remington mmed on the brakes, his handsome face turning a shade of livid, and he leaned over to

    grab her forcefully.

    "Lizetta! What on earth are you doing!?"

    But it was toote.

    Lizetta''s hands were empty, and the diary was gone.

    Remington''s eyes were tinged with a faint red. In order to return in time, he hadn''t slept for two straight

    days.

    His eyes stung, but it was nothingpared to the dull ache in his heart.

    He felt that what she tore apart wasn''t just the diary, but also her love for him!

    Butpared to his current state of agitation, Lizetta''s clear eyes were clear and calm.

    She didn''t love him anymore. Her heart had turned to ashes; why would she care about a damn dairy?

    Looking at Remington''s seething anger, she couldn''t help but smile slightly.

    "Remington, you don''t even care about our wedding, but a tampered diary gets to you? Aren''t you

    being a bit dramatic?" Remington stared at her indifferent expression, feeling like his heart and lungs

    were about to explode from anger.

    He worried that if he stayed with her any longer, he might actually vomit blood!

    He pushed the woman away, forcefully opened the car door, and stepped out.

    But the car had been moving fast just now, and the wind and snow were harsh tonight.

    The diary already been scattered by the whirlwind, leaving no trace.

    Remington searched along the road for a few yards, but only found the cover and a few scattered

    pages of the diary in the snowy roadside. Taking out his phone for light, his brows furrowed, he was

    about to switch on the shlight to search the vicinity.

    That''s when he heard the roar of a car.

    He felt a chill in his heart and turned around to see his Maybach speeding away with its taillights ring

    defiantly, leaving him behind.

    In an instant, the mountain road was plunged intoplete darkness.

    The surroundings were covered in ice and snow.

    Remington rubbed his forehead and burst outughing in frustration.

    After a while, he finally dialed a number.

    "Send a car over. Have a team search along the mountain road to find every scrap of that dairy!"

    Not long after Lizetta arrived at the hospital, Ynda indeed woke up.

    Hogan handed Lizetta a sterile suit and led her into the ICU.

    Ynday there weakly. Lizetta had known her for many years, but she''d never seen Ynda looking

    so pale.

    Ynda had always been lively and energetic.

    Lizetta felt a lump in her throat; she didn''t want to cry, but her tears fell nheless.

    "Yoli, you''re finally woke up! I was so scared!"

    Ynda blinked and spoke with difficulty.

    "Silly girl, did you forget? I... I''m the best at taking falls, how could anything happen to me?"

    She had been physically abused by her parents since she was young and had worked as a stunt

    double when she grew up, constantly taking tumbles on set to make a living.

    But if it weren''t for the harsh realities of life, who would ever be skilled at taking falls and getting

    hurt?

    Lizetta listened with a pang of sorrow and hugged her.

    "Are you stupid? Why did you have to rush in there? Aren''t you the one who hates them the most?"

    Ynda''s disdain and hatred for Hanna and Evelina was no less than Lizetta''s.

    Normally, if those two were fell, she would have wished she could kick them while they were down.

    But at that moment, Ynda rushed in to shove them aside, only to fall herself.

    Lizetta couldn''t understand it. Ynda blinked weakly, her voice faint and intermittent.

    "I thought there was something wrong with Bitch Evelina''s baby. It seemed like she wanted to miscarry

    on purpose, and she wanted to use it as an opportunity to y the hero to your mother-inw... How

    could I let her get her way?"

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    During the argument, Ynda caught Evelina lurking around the corner, all sneaky like she was up to

    no good.

    She kept an eye on Evelina; there was no way she was going to let Bitch Evelina get her way!

    And then there was Hanna, if she had taken a serious fall and ended up dead, Lizetta and Remington''s

    rtionship would probably be over for good.

    But Ynda didn''t tell Lizetta this; she didn''t want her friend to me herself too much.

    "Even if Evelina''s belly is stuffed with straw, I don''t care. I just want you safe and sound!"

    Lizetta''s eyes welled up.

    But Ynda''s heart clenched.

    Not caring about Evelina''s belly meant not caring about Remington either.

    Ynda knew that she was the one physically injured that day, but Lizetta was the one hurting inside.

    She reached out and touched Lizetta''s head.

    "What are you doing?" Lizetta''s voice was thick with tears.

    "I''m just checking, I''m the one who took the fall, howe it seems like you''re the one losing your

    love-brain?"

    Lizetta paused, then chuckled through her sniffles.

    "Yeah, but it''s you who''s suffering because of my love-brain!"

    "What can I do? A girl''s gotta pamper my own bestie."

    It''s not like she could just abandon her because of her love-brain, right?

    "Stop joking around! Rest a little more."

    Ynda, who had just undergone brain surgery, must have been feeling particrly ufortable. But

    those few words she said proved her mind was as sharp as ever, just like before. Lizetta felt relieved

    and urged her to rest.

    Exiting the ICU, Lizetta was about to thank Hogan when Remington showed up a stepter,

    apanied by a inly dressed middle-aged woman.

    "This is Judy. The doctor said Ms. Ynda can be transferred to a regr ward tomorrow, and Judy will

    stay here to take care of her."

    Remington introduced the middle-aged woman, and Hogan exined.

    "The hospital has reliable and professional caregivers who understand brain care. It''s better to have

    professional caregivers take care of patients, as ordinary servants may not be attentive enough."

    Lizetta''s eyes lit up, "Brother, could you rmend one for me?"

    Before Hogan could respond, Remington gave Judy a look, who stepped forward and pulled out a

    bunch of certificates from her bag.

    "Ma''am, I am also a professional.

    These are all my professional certifications health certificate, caregiver certificate, nutritionist certificate,

    physiotherapy certificate, psychologist certificate, I even have a certificate for proficiency in various

    languages. If Ms. Ynda wants to hear a joke in othernguages for entertainment, I''m all for it!"

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    Was this the talent Remington dredged up? Or had caregivers all like this now? Before she could

    refuse, Remington forcibly took her waist and said to Hogan.

    "Being a doctor these days is like

    walking a tightrope. They worry

    why the

    about everything, which s

    mortality rate among young doctors

    is increasing.

    Honey, look at Dr. White, his eyes are bloodshot. Let''s not bother him anymore; let him get some rest.¡±

    Remington''s hand was firm on her, making Lizetta stiffen.

    But Hogan really had helped a lot and deserved a break, so Lizetta didn''t want to trouble him further.

    She smiled and said. "Hogan, you should go back and rest."

    Before Remington could smile, Lizetta added, "I''ll invite you out for dinner some other time to thank you

    properly."

    "Okay, I''ll wait for your call."

    Hogan said with a sunny smile, then nodded at the cold-faced Remington before leaving with grace.

    Once Hogan was out of sight, Lizetta immediately pushed Remington''s hand away and scoffed.

    "Mr. Dashiell, your sarcasm is quite something. And don''t call me ''honey'' again; it makes me

    nauseous!"

    She could tell that he was sarcastic to Hogan.

    Remington felt a pang. She used to blush with shyness whenever he called her ''honey,'' but now all that

    remained on her face was cold disdain. Remington suppressed his anger and said coldly, "He was

    flirting with my wife right in front of me. My response was gentlemanly restrained." "Then your

    standards for yourself are really low."

    Lizetta turned to leave, but Remington grabbed her again.

    She gritted her teeth as the man said in a low voice, ¡°Are you really not going to pursue the person who

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    Lizetta clutched her fists, but eventually turned around, arching her eyebrows in sarcasm.

    "Let me guess, is it Evelina? Huh, as if pursuing would change anything. Are you willing to harm her?"

    With that forged letter from the hospital and the diary incident, Evelina had been openly scheming.

    It was just because she had an exoneration, would Remington turn a blind eye?

    "Whether I''m willing or not, you''ll have to see for yourself," Remington said sternly.

    Lizetta didn''t struggle anymore. Yoli was still lying there; she couldn''t let her suffer in vain.

    Yoli had suspected something wrong about Evelina''s pregnancy, which Lizetta found peculiar too.

    Evelina was using her pregnancy as her exoneration and her future leverage. She should stay away

    from any risks.

    When Hanna almost fell down the stairs, why did Evelina rush forward?

    Lizetta was determined to uncover what''s going on with Evelina''s pregnancy.

    Remington led Lizetta to Barbara''s ward.

    Lizetta wasn''t surprised at all that Evelina was hiding here.

    Upon their entrance, Evelina was busy massaging Barbara''s shoulders. Seeing Lizetta and Remington

    enter with bodyguards, Evelina looked innocent as if nothing had happened.

    "Mom, Mr. Dashiell brought his newlywed to see you."

    "Why we''re here, Evelina, you know exactly why." Lizetta sneered.

    If it weren''t for Evelina, Ynda wouldn''t have taken that fall. Yet Evelina was still causing trouble here,

    and Lizetta couldn''t hold back.

    "Sis''s wedding was ruined, and I''m truly sorry about that. I understand if Sis needs someone to vent to.

    After all, you''re carrying Mr. Dashiell''s baby, and she''s important, but that doesn''t mean she can just

    take it out on me. I''m pregnant and it''s hard, ouch."

    Evelina spoke with a pained expression and clutched her belly.

    She had been staying by Barbara''s side these days, trying to please and make her presence felt.

    With Quentin''s supposed child on the way, her sweet talks and charm had won Barbara over entirely.

    At Evelina''s cry of pain, Barbara immediately took her hand, ring at Lizetta with disapproval and

    anger.

    "I''ve said it before, you''re not wee here, get out!"

    Lizettaughed coldly. She used to endure it all for Remington''s sake.

    Now, she was done with Remington and his debts to the West family were not hers to pay.

    She refused to coddle Barbara any longer, mocking, "What makes you think this ce is so grand? I

    don''t want to be here either. Once we

    settle our scores, I''ll leave natu Even if you invite me, I won''te anyway!"

    "You!"

    Barbara, sick and blind, was usually coddled and pampered, with no one confronting her. It had been a

    long time since anyone had been so disrespectful to her. She was so angry she trembled all over.

    "Remington! Did you bring her here today to anger me?" She calmed down a bit and said angrily.

    Remington, after all, cared about her health. He let go of Lizetta''s hand and stepped forward.

    "Godmother, my wedding was

    ruined by Evelina''s schemes, and the

    Dashiell family''s reputation was

    tarnished as well. If I don''t punish

    the culprit, anyone will think they can

    mess with me. Please, stay out of this!"

    After speaking, he gently patted Barbara''s hand, thenmanded firmly.

    "Ray, take Ms. Hawthorne away!"

    Ray immediately stepped forward, and Evelina''s face went pale. She threw herself onto the bed,

    clinging to Barbara.

    "Mom, I have no idea what Mr.

    Dashiell is talking about! Mrs. Dashiell has held a grudge against me ever since her parents found out

    she was a false heiress when we were kids and sent her away. She''s

    been against me ever since,e''s

    ndering me! Mom, I can''t go with them. I can bear any injustice, but what about Quinn''s baby in my

    belly?"

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    Barbara then propped herself up and held Evelina tightly, speaking with sorrow and defiance.

    "If anyone dares to touch my daughter-inw, they''ll have to step over my dead body!"

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    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

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    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

    el:

    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."

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    He lifted his hand, and Cedric immediately handed over the tablet. With a swift tap of his slender

    fingers, Remington yed the video.

    A secretly recorded video was disyed, capturing the moment of the altercation when Evelina

    suddenly dashed out, screaming alongside Hanna as they stumbled towards the stairs, only to be

    heroically pushed away by Ynda.

    The evidence was irrefutable. Martin''s expression darkened, unable to defend his stance.

    Ste stood up, her voice soft and soothing, "Dad, it was indeed Ms. Ynda who saved my sister-in-

    law. We ought to show our gratitude."

    She then turned to Remington, "Remington, my dad was unaware of the truth and worried about my

    mom, which led to his rash behavior. I apologize on his behalf. How is Ms. Ynda? I''ll make sure to

    bring a generous gift to personally thank her for risking her life to save my brother''s only child."

    Ste was understanding and considerate.

    But Lizetta found the situation amusing. Ynda was her friend.

    She was here to seek justice for Ynda. Did Ste not see her standing right there?

    She chuckled and spoke before Remington could.

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    "Well then! It''s still Ms. West who speaks reason. Let me thank Ms. West on behalf of Yoli first. The

    West family''s posthumous child is precious indeed. I''m eager to see just how sincere the West family

    is." Ste looked at Lizetta in astonishment. She hadn''t expected this reaction from Lizetta.

    Wasn''t Lizetta supposed to feel insulted by the West family''s attempt to make amends with money?

    Lizetta gave Ste a smile, "It was Ms. West who suggested it. Why the surprised look now? Weren''t

    you just paying lip service without any intention to act?"

    Ste hurriedly shook her head, smiling, "You''re Remington''s wife, right? May I call you Liz? Liz, please

    don''t misunderstand. I was merely contemting the best way to express our gratitude to Ms.

    Ynda." Seeing the conversation veering off-topic, Remington interjected, "We can discuss this

    matterter."

    It was his way of giving Ste a way out.

    Lizetta thought she would feel hurt; but her heart was numb, barely registering any emotion.

    "Godfather, we''ve found that the

    diary was a forgery crafted by

    Evelina with the help of a

    professional restorer. It was also Evelina who bribed the hotel staff to broadcast the video on the big

    screen, leading to the chaos at the wedding! No one can protect her today; she must be handed over to

    me!"

    If not for these actions, the subsequent idents wouldn''t have happened.

    By the time he had arrived, the wedding would have continued, and things wouldn''t have turned out like

    this.

    Remembering Lizetta''s look of disdain, Remington''s gaze towards Evelina seemed as if he were

    looking at a dead person.

    Feeling the man''s icy and piercing gaze, Evelina shrank back, turning pale as she clung to Barbara.

    Barbara immediately asked, "What diary? Remington, do you have any evidence?"

    Remington gestured, and Cedric handed Martin a file of investigation documents.

    "Mr. West, we''ve identified the

    restorer who helped Evelina forge the diary. Here''s his confession, along with the records of

    transactions from Evelina''s ount.

    Evelina didn''t personally participate in it, and cash was used for the transaction. However, the person

    who carried out this task for her is Frank''s people."

    Martin frowned, "Frank? The second son of the Smith family who runs hotels? Why would he help

    Evelina?"

    Upon hearing this, Lizetta remembered-Frank was also present at Lucian''s reception.

    When the dance floor held wild celebrations, she had seen Evelina passionately kissing a man.

    Later, at the hospital, she had captured Evelina in cheating but didn''t see the man''s face, though his

    voice sounded familiar. Could it be Frank?

    Indeed, the Smith family owned the hotel where she was drugged during Professor Dories'' job

    interview.

    That hotel seemed to belong to the Smith family.

    Could it be that Evelina''s child was actually Frank''s?

    If so, Evelina had really dug her own grave, and her fate wouldn''t be pleasant.

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    Evelina''s expression changed drastically. She hadn''t anticipated Remington''s swift investigation.

    Still, she tried to maintain her calm and pretended to be puzzled, "Mr. Dashiell! Yes, I know Frank, but

    we''re hardly close!"

    Remington''s lips slightly curled and slid his finger across the tablet again.

    Suddenly, a scandalous video began to y, and Remington handed the tablet to Martin.

    Martin''s face turned ashen as he watched the video.

    The video showed two people having an affair, and they were Evelina and Frank. It was aption,

    across various settings and times, clearly showed their rtionship was far from a brief fling.

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    Evelina and Frank''s faces were unmistakably visible. Martin trembled as he identally pressed the

    volume button, amplifying the sound.

    "Babe, who''s better, me or Quentin?"

    "Mmm, don''t stop! You''re the best, how could that short-lived Quinn evenpare? You''re amazing,

    ah!"

    Lizetta was gobsmacked. She instinctively took a step forward, stretching her neck to see and hear

    clearly.

    But the next moment, she found herself pulled back, with Remington covering her ears.

    Lizetta furrowed her brows and struggled, but the man lowered his head to separate his fingers slightly,

    allowing sound toe through.

    "Dirty sights and sounds aren''t good for prenatal care."

    Lizetta, who religiously listened to prenatal music and talked to her baby, took prenatal care seriously.

    Hearing this, she instinctively stopped struggling.

    Meanwhile, Evelina was in a frenzy, her face flushed as she snatched the tablet and hurled it against

    the wall.

    Crash!

    The tablet hit the ground, its screen shattered, but the video stubbornly yed on.

    As Evelina was about to rush forward for another blow, Martin pped her across the face.

    "Shameless! Debauched! Carrying a

    West

    child and you still can''t

    for yourself, so desperate

    for men!"

    "No, Dad, listen to me, the video''s fake, forged! Dad, you have to believe me!"

    "Don''t call me Dad. Tell me, is the child in your stomach truly a West?"

    Evelina fell to the ground from the blow. She tearfully scrambled to grab Martin''s legs, only to be

    pushed away.

    Pale-faced and clutching her belly, Evelina panicked.

    "Yes! The baby''s Quinn''s, Dad, I had an amniocentesis, and paternity test done, remember?"

    Seeing Martin''s doubtful look, she turned pleadingly to Barbara.

    "Mom, you have to believe me, the baby really is Quinn''s, I can do another paternity test!"

    Barbara didn''t push her away but frowned, her disgust apparent, her earlier warmth towards Evelina

    gone.

    But since she couldn''t see the video, she was less shocked and secretly hoped the child was her own

    son''s. "Martin, she did have a paternity test done."

    Martin closed his eyes and turned to Remington.

    "Remington, is the child in her belly Quinn''s?"

    Remington released Lizetta, nodding solemnly, "The child is Quinn''s.¡±

    Lizetta looked up sharply at Remington, confusion knitting her brows.

    She thought releasing the scandalous video was to prove Evelina''s child wasn''t a West.

    But how could it be?

    "This child must have a problem! Evelina is not the self-sacrificing type, her rushing out was a ploy to

    rid herself of the child, and she even wanted to use it to gain favor with the Dashiell family!"

    Lizetta trusted her and Ynda''s judgment.

    Yet Remington looked down at her, his

    ", "I had Ray oversee the

    paternity test, there won''t be any issues. The child is Quinn''s

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    Lizette frowned, her fists clenching slightly as she averted her gaze, only to meet Evelina''s

    mocking stare.

    It was as if Evelina was saying: Listen up, Lizette. Remington will never believe you. He''ll

    always let me, Evelina, off the hook.

    Lizetta pinched her fingertips as Evelina''s confidence swelled, pointing usingly at Lizetta.

    "Sis, you''ve already robbed me of my life, why do you still insist on assuming the worst of me

    with such malice?"

    Her voice wasced with grievance as she turned to Barbara and Martin, tears streaming down

    her face.

    "Mom, Dad, you heard what Mr. Dashiell said. How could I lie to you? Quinn''s gone, and here I

    am, I''m pregnant and being cyberbullied, and the Hawthorne family has gone bankrupt. Even

    my parents me me. I''m just a fragile woman in need of care and warmth. The pressure was

    too much, so I made mistakes! I know I was wrong, and I want to be a good mom! Please, give

    me another chance. I''ll prioritize the baby from now on. Once the baby''s born, I''ll raise him to be

    as outstanding as Quinn."

    "Martin, no matter what, the child is our grandson, and we must protect him! Otherwise, I''d be

    ashamed to face our son on the other side," Barbara immediately dered her stance.

    Martin nodded, "Of course!"

    He turned to Remington, "Remington, can we perhaps discuss Evelina''s mistake after the baby

    is born? As godparents, we''re pleading with you."

    Seeing Remington remain silent, he nced at Ste.

    Ste, with tears in her eyes, shook her head, "Dad, sis-inw is indeed at fault for ruining

    Remington''s wedding. It''s understandable that Remington is angry and wants to punish her.

    Maybe we should just leave her to Remington. We have to trust Remington; he won''t harm

    Brother''s child."

    Evelina had just let out a sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped, when her face changed and she

    screamed sharply.

    "Ste, your brother died in a car ident on his way to see you! Yet now you''re treating his only blood

    this way! Are you afraid the baby willpete with you for the family fortune?" "I''m not. I don''t! How

    could you think that of me? I just trust Remington, Remington."

    Ste''s tears fell instantly, her gaze turning helplessly towards Remington.

    Remington''s cold and stern gaze fell on Evelina, his voice filled with anger, "That''s enough!"

    Evelina shivered, her face turning ghostly pale.

    Lizette couldn''t help but find the situation amusing. Ste was Remington''s unrequited love.

    In Ste''s presence, Evelina was nothing.

    At Ste''s tears, Remington wasted no time in curtailing Evelina''s antics.

    Lizette wondered what the point was of Remington dragging her here to witness this drama.

    Was it to see for herself how he protected Ste?

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    would ultimately handle

    s lightly.

    Lizetta was tired, Lizette turned to leave, her headache worsening from the noise.

    However, she''d barely taken a step when Remington''s arm encircled her waist, trapping her.

    "Feeling tired?" he asked without

    waiting for her response, his gaze

    e

    hardening as he stared down Evelina, "There''s indeed an issue with the baby she''s carrying.

    The fetus has been diagnosed with congenital insufficiency by the doctor, and there''s a high

    probability it will be born with congenital heart disease."

    He further revealed, "She bribed the doctor to modify the medical records and Ride the truth.

    Additionally, Frank has been sending people to remote areas looking for pregnant women with

    the same due date as Evelina, carrying male infants. A couple of days ago, they sessfully

    found one, secretly bringing her back to Zion City, and settled her in one of Frank''s

    apartments."

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    Evelina''s face drained of color, her lips quivering, clearly attempting to interrupt Remington.

    But the man''s gaze was icy, and Evelina, despite her mouth opening, couldn''t utter a word under his

    overpowering aura.

    "Remington, what does she want?" Barbara asked, her voice trembling.

    The influx of information left her dizzy and unable to process things at once.

    However, Martin had already pieced everything together, his anger boiling over. He pulled up Evelina,

    who was sitting on the hospital bed, and pped her twice across the face.

    "Not only did you find yourself a lover, but you also wanted the West family to raise some bastard child

    unknown to us! How could you be so cruel?"

    Evelina''s cheeks instantly swelled red, and with a shriek, she fell to the ground, hair disheveled.

    "Evelina, you didn''t want to give birth to a child with congenital defects, so you nned to use today''s

    opportunity for an abortion.

    You''ve arranged it so that when you''re taken to the hospital, Wilson, whom you''ve bribed, will perform

    the surgery. And he will tell everyone the child was saved.

    Not only would you be my godmother''s savior, but you could also continue pretending to be

    pregnant. All you need is for Dr. Wilson''s cooperation at the time of delivery to bring a prepared baby

    into the delivery room as nned. Dr. Wilson has confessed everything. Do we need to bring him here

    to confront you?"

    Hearing Remington''s merciless voice, Evelina trembled all over, realizing it was all finished.

    In just a few hours, how could Remington have found out everything!

    She knew there was no use in trying to argue anymore; tears streamed down her face as she lifted her

    head.

    "What else could I do? The doctor said the child had defects. I''m a mother, and my heart aches too! I

    kept it from you all and wanted to exchange the child for a healthy one from the West family. Isn''t it

    good as long as you don''t find out the truth? It''s also afort to my heart!"

    Lizetta was stunned by Evelina''s audacity.

    She hadn''t expected Evelina to dare pull off such a scheme. Evelina''s twisted logic was unparalleled.

    Lizetta looked at Martin, who, as expected, was so angry that his face turned pale and his body shaken

    violently.

    "Shut your mouth! You viper! Are you also nning to conspire with outsiders to poison me and take

    over the West family fortune?!"

    Evelina didn''t say another word, whether she had actually nned such a thing with Frank or knew that

    further exnation was pointless.

    Martin rubbed his forehead and looked at Remington, "Remington, is the child really defective?"

    Remington nodded, "Dr. Jones has been taken into custody. Godfather, you can ask him himself if you

    don''t believe it."

    Martin closed his eyes, while Barbara, even more so, clutched her chest and copsed onto the bed.

    "Mom! Mom, don''t scare me, doctor!"

    Ste cried out in panic, and the room was thrown into chaos.

    Remington gestured for Ray toe forward and take Evelina away, then approached Barbara to

    console her.

    Evelina

    ha-dragged,

    by

    d out of the hospital root , and Lizetta, not wantin

    to

    stay any longer, followed them out.

    Evelina''splexion was ashen, her body weak, yet she red at Lizetta with venomous, bloodshot

    eyes.

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    "I''m finished, but don''t you get too cocky! Your wedding is ruined, and your groom disappeared on his

    wedding day to tend to his old me, you... mmph!"

    Evelina was cut off as Ray covered her mouth.

    "Ma''am, don''t listen to her nonsense. Mr. Remington Dashiell rushed back here by helicopter,

    disregarding unsafe flying conditions, taking the risk just to make it back in time."

    Lizetta''s heart was sealed with concrete, utterly uninterested in hearing any of it.

    She cut Ray off lightly, "There''s no point in discussing this further."

    "Ma''am."

    The doctor went in to attend to Barbara, and at that moment, Remington also came out of the room.

    He looked at Lizetta''s indifferent face, he nced at Ray.

    Ray closed his mouth and said, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, I''ll take her away now."

    Remington nodded, and Ray, dragging Evelina, quickly left.

    Lizetta turned to face Remington, "What are you nning to do with Evelina?"

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    "Tomorrow, the police will be here to take her away." Remington stepped forward, taking Lizetta''s hand

    in his. Her hand was a bit cold, but hisrge, warm palms enveloped it, gently rubbing warmth back into

    her skin.

    Lizetta''s mind was still on Evelina, asking, "The police?"

    Although what Evelina had done was despicable, she hadn''tmitted any serious crimes.

    Why had Remington called the police?

    There was a sharp look in Remington''s eyes as he said, "The case with Daniel had Evelina''s

    fingerprints."

    He had previously sent Cedric to dig into it, but Evelina had dispatched people out of town. It was like

    looking for a needle in a haystack.

    With Evelina''s deeds exposed today, Remington had Ray find April.

    April, seeing Evelina had lost all her power, flipped sides and spilled everything Evelina had done.

    Lizetta felt a chill, remembering Daniel; even though it had been a long time, the thought of him still

    sent shivers down her spine.

    Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta''s hand, his voice soft and reassuring.

    "Don''t be afraid."

    It was then Lizetta realized he was still holding her hands. She tried to pull away, when Ste''s voice

    suddenly came from behind. "Remington, my mom will be alright, won''t she? I just reunited with her

    today, and haven''t even had a chance to really spend time with her." Remington turned to her,

    reassuring, "She''ll be fine."

    Lizetta tried to pull away, but Remington, as if anticipating her move, tightened his grip.

    Unable to pull away, Lizetta inadvertently attracted Ste''s gaze.

    Ste''s gaze fell on their intertwined hands, and her lips curved into a shy smile as she looked at

    Lizetta with a gentle tone.

    "Remington and I grew up together. Fiona, and Remi''s parents have been very kind to me. The

    Dashiells were like a second family to me.

    Remington told me that you also

    grew up in the Dashiell family. Even though we''re meeting for the first time today, I guess because we

    both grew up with them, I feel a special connection to you.

    to

    Remington and I share the same birthday, and I''m six years older than you. If you don''t mind, you can

    call me ''Sis'', and may I call you Liz?"

    Ste was somewhat cautious, emanating kindness as if her whole being was trying to reach out.

    Her experience was heartbreaking and deserving of sympathy.

    She had even risked her life to save Remington, endured so much hardship, and was only just found.

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    Today, at the hospital, Ste had been reasonable and understanding.

    But Lizetta couldn''t help feeling something was off.

    She didn''t know if it was her own issue, being too consumed by the matters of the West family, but she

    just couldn''t warm up to Ste. She responded with a polite smile, "Ms. West, calling me by my name is

    fine."

    Ste was taken aback for a

    moment, seeming to not expect Lizetta''s aloofness and hurt bycher indifference. She reached out her

    hand again, forcing a smile. S

    "Liz, are you upset with me because Remington had to rescue me and missed the wedding? I''m sorry,

    please don''t be mad at Remington. It was my fault for getting a high fever out of nowhere. Remington

    had to take me to the hospital, which dyed the time."

    At that moment, a child walked by with his mother.

    The child caught a glimpse of Ste''s extended hand, screamed, "Ah! Mommy, that''s scary, thedy''s

    hand looks so scary!" Ste''s face turned deathly pale, looking flustered toward the child.

    Before Lizetta could react, Remington let go of her hands and took Ste''s injured hand in his, pulling

    her behind him. Remington turned to face the child, his intimidating aura causing the child to bury into

    his mother''s embrace, crying.

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    "Sorry."

    The mom with the child was visibly intimidated, holding the child and speaking with a pale face.

    Ste stepped out from behind Remington, her voice gentle.

    "Remington, don''t be like this. He''s just a kid."

    She moved closer, speaking softly to the crying child.

    "Hey, little buddy, it''s okay. I just got a little hurt, there''s nothing scary. How about I treat you with some

    ice cream next time, huh?"

    But the kid only burrowed deeper into his mom''s embrace, crying even harder.

    The embarrassed mother quickly left with the child in her arms.

    Turning around, Ste''s face briefly clouded with sadness before she forced a smile.

    "It''s nothing, really. I''m used to it."

    Yet, her hand trembled slightly in Remington''s grip.

    Remington felt a pang of guilt, and his brow remained frowned.

    "That beast. I swear I''ll find him and make him pay," he said, his voice low and determined.

    Of the two people who kidnapped them back then, one died, and the other, the one who cut off Ste''s

    fingers, fled the country and hasn''t been found since. Ste nodded, "I believe in you."

    Remington released Ste''s hand and turned around, only to realize that there was no one behind him.

    Lizetta, who had been there just moments before, was already gone.

    His heart felt empty, and he suddenly felt panicked.

    Turning around, he quickly headed towards the elevator, as Ste called out.

    "Remington, my mom''s still in surgery, aren''t you going to stay?"

    He didn''t look back, only replied in a deep voice, "I''ll be backter."

    Ste stood still, watching his hurried departure until his figure disappeared, then she lowered her head

    and looked at her injured fingers absentmindedly.

    When Lizetta stepped out of the elevator, her expression was very calm.

    The scene just now seemed to be imprinted in her mind, repeating itself in her mind.

    It wasn''t surprising, nor was it heartbreaking. She should have expected it.

    After all, when Eileen was mistakenly brought back as Ste, Remington had shown her such care and

    attention.

    She should have seen it clearly and been prepared for it.

    But she felt extremely ufortable in her heart.

    It wasn''t jealousy or sadness; it was revulsion.

    After all, here was the man who professed to love her while refusing to , yet showed such de

    Any woman would find that hard to stomach.

    Lizetta pulled out an alcohol wipe and meticulously cleaned her hands, then turned to find a trash can.

    Turning her gaze, she saw Remington standing behind her.

    The man stood tall and imposing, his handsome face illuminated by a light overhead, his

    exhe face illuminated b

    beam

    expression intimidating, his eyes dark and brooding.

    Instinctively, Lizetta turned and ran.

    But before she could take two steps, Remington grabbed her right arm.

    "Ah!"

    Lizetta turned around, throwing the wet wipe at his face in a panic.

    The dirty wipe hit his nose and fell to the ground.

    Remington''s eyes were cold, his lips curled in a sneer, "Disgusted by me?"

    His hands had just been held and rubbed by him.

    Lizetta looked back at him, feeling the chilling aura emanating from him, and her rationality told her not

    to confront him. But she couldn''t help but retort.

    "Yes! Mr. Dashiell, if you are so self-aware, then let go!"

    Her words ignited his anger.

    Remington pulled her close, trapping her in his embrace, and lifted her chin without hesitation, then

    kissed her fiercely. "Mmph!" Lizetta bit him hard.

    Almost immediately, there was a taste of blood between their lips.

    But the

    seemed to have no pain

    receptors, he gripped the back of her deepening the kiss, with no

    e from her whatsoever.

    He infused her with his breath, stole her sweetness, and controlled her heartbeat and breath before

    letting her go.

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    He grabbed her hand, forcing her fingertips to brush against his lips. His lips were stained with a

    crimson hue, marking her fingertips and the back of her hand. The hospital''s lobby was deserted at

    night.

    But there were still staff members on duty in the corners. Lizetta leaned against the man, her cheeks

    flushing with embarrassment and anger, her almond eyes veiled with a thin mist of shame. "Psycho!"

    She pushed against him, her eyes clear of any emotions.

    Remington stared into her eyes, feeling a tightness in his chest as he smirked coldly.

    "My love is cheap, but how much better is your love that you can turn on and off at will?"

    Lizetta pushed him away again.

    "Yes, my love is easy to turn on and off, and it is cheap! Mr. Dashiell, go find Ste. She''s perfect for

    you! You two have been through so much together, she''s faced trials and tribtions for you!

    You''ve been searching for her for years, risking life and limb, your love for each other is more profound

    than mountains, deeper than the seas, more genuine than diamonds. I''m truly touched! I sincerely wish

    you both stick together, till death do you part, inseparable as ever!"

    She said too much in one breath, struggling to catch her breath in the echoing hall.

    Remington''s handsome face turned gloomy, his jaw clenched.

    Lizetta turned to leave, but the man stepped in front of her suddenly.

    She bumped into his chest, looking up at him through gritted teeth.

    "Go see a psychiatrist if you''re sick!"

    In the next second, Remington scooped her up in his arms and strode outside, saying,

    "I''ve made it clear about Ste. I feel guilty towards her but there''s no romantic feeling involved! Stop

    causing trouble and misunderstanding on purpose!"

    Listening to his resolute words, Lizetta found it absurd.

    She wondered, did he really know who he loved in his heart?

    She was tired, no longer interested in arguing with him.

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    Let him think whatever he wants. Since he wouldn''t let go easily, she could only n another escape.

    But this time, she had toe up with a n that wouldn''t easily arouse Remington''s suspicion, so she

    wouldn''t end up likest time when she couldn''t even make it out of the airport before being dragged

    back.

    Seeing her silent, Remington thought she was calmly considering, so he didn''t say more.

    He put her in the car but didn''t get in himself. Instead, he stood by the door, advising,

    "The matters at the hospital haven''t been settled yet, you go back first. Get some sleep, don''t wait up

    for me."

    He reached out to touch Lizetta''s head, and she stiffly let him ruffle her hair.

    As the car drove away, she looked back at his tall figure returning to the hospital, her eyes filled with

    silent mockery.

    The matters at the hospital that haven''t been settled yet likely referred to Barbara still receiving

    treatment.

    Moreover, today is Ste''s first day back.

    Seeing Ste in a hospital gown earlier, Remington would undoubtedly stay to care for her all night.

    How did she not notice before the breadth and depth of this man''s love?

    Remington entered the hospital, but he headed straight for a room.

    Evelina, guarded by Ray and two men in ck, was sitting on the bed writing something.

    When Remington entered, Evelina looked up.

    "Mr. Dashiell, I''vepleted the

    diary. That''s all I remember. I know I

    yelet

    was wrong, please, give me a

    chance. Send me abroad, and promise never to return to Zion City."

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    Ray handed Remington what Evelina had written. After flipping through it, Remington seemed satisfied.

    The tampered and torn parts of the diary were all ounted for by Evelina.

    Remington was satisfied with this, so he put away the papers and instructed.

    "Take her for an abortion, then hand her over to the police tomorrow."

    Fear shed in Evelina''s eyes. How could she agree to an abortion?

    If handed over to the police while pregnant, she could get a lighter sentence, possibly even house

    arrest.

    No wonder Remington hadn''t

    immediately had her taken away by the police; she had harbored a stiver

    of hope, but she didn''t expect him to want to abort her child and then

    throw her into prison!

    That was too cruel.

    Evelina immediately got off the bed and knelt on the floor, begging. But Remington didn''t look back, he

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    Outside the hospital room stood two figures.

    It was Martin and Ste.

    Martin said, "Remington, your godmother pulled through, and she begged me to save Quinn''s child.

    I''ve also consulted the doctor, and although the kid has congenital issues, he can survive. The Wests

    will spare no effort to save this child."

    Remington frowned in silence while Ste looked downcast, handing him a medical report.

    "Remington, this is my full medical check-up. The doctors said the years I spent locked up in a dark

    ce and being abused have caused serious damage to my body. I might never be able to have

    children. My brother''s child might be the only hope for the West family. Please."

    Remington clenched the health report, his brows furrowed deeply.

    A throbbing pain pulsated in his temples. He lowered his gaze, tiredness and irritation shing through

    his eyes.

    Remington returned to Oakridge Heightste at night.

    He pushed open the bedroom door to find it pitch dark, with Lizetta sleeping peacefully on therge

    bed.

    He remembered how, no matter when he returned or howte it was, there would always be amp left

    on in the room.

    A dim light.

    He had always thought it was because Lizetta, like when she was a child, was afraid of the dark. But

    now, he suddenly understood.

    It was a light she had left for him.

    He hadn''t cherished it, and now she even extinguished that light.

    She was no longer waiting for him.

    Remington paused at the door, then slowly walked to the bedside.

    The figure under the covers was curled up, her arms crossed in front of her chest, even in sleep, her

    hands were clenched into tight fists.

    It was a sleeping position of someone who was feeling extremely insecure.

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    As a child, she used to sleep like this for a while.

    asionally waking up in the middle of the night, Remington would adjust the little girl''s body and

    painstakingly pry open her tightly clenched hands.

    It took a long time to correct her sleeping posture.

    Now, her current sleeping position felt like a silent p to Remington''s face.

    It made him feel that all his past care was in vain. Overnight, she had withdrawn her trust and

    dependence on him, retreating into her shell.

    But he wouldn''t let go, even if he had to shatter her shell, he''d keep her by his side!

    His eyes darkened as he bent down to grasp Lizetta''s hand and gently pry open her fingers. After

    cing her hand back under the covers, he turned and left the room to wash up in the guest bedroom.

    As the door closed, Lizetta opened her eyes, rubbed her hands against the sheets in annoyance, and

    then rolled over to continue sleeping.

    The next day, Ynda was transferred to a regr ward and was in decent spirits.

    Lizetta told Ynda about everything that had happened to her after Ynda got injured yesterday.

    Ynda, leaning back on the hospital bed, cursed Remington out.

    "If he had to pick up Ste, he could''ve at least told you. Who does he think he''s disgusting with this

    act? And he still won''t divorce? He might as well go to hell!"

    Lizetta scoffed.

    "That anonymous letter exposing Eileen as a fake, he thought I wrote it. He believes I can''t stand the

    West family, so of course, he wouldn''t tell me about finding Ste because he thought I''d stop him from

    saving her, maybe even sabotage the effort."

    That''s what Lizetta had figured out after thinking about it all day.

    Remington had never trusted her, he was even guarding against her.

    It''s pointless. This marriage is already riddled with holes, and there''s no need to persist.

    "I''m so angry! What a jerk!"

    Ynda gritted her teeth, then spoke of Ste again.

    "Liz, there''s something about Ste, trust me. ''ve seen all kinds of fakers in the entertainment industry.

    Her hand deformity didn''t happen just yesterday. How could she not know it would scare the kids?

    Look at Eileen, she always wore gloves to cover it up. If someone sees it, she could handle it calmly.

    There are so many people with disabilities out in the world, but none of them are like her. Intentionally

    revealing her disability and then acting distressed to draw more attention? She''s definitely putting on a

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    "Damn, that girl''s a real piece of work!"

    Lizetta had always sensed something off about Ste, and now she knew why.

    On one hand, she acted as if everything was fine, showing off her vulnerabilities, while on the other,

    she was a bundle of insecurities, unable to face reality.

    Such a contradiction indeed.

    "Ugh, this is giving me a headache."

    Ynda lifted her hand, intending to rub her temples, but Lizetta quickly stopped her.

    "Stop, don''t worry about it. I shouldn''t have brought it up.

    Oh, speaking of which, when you were in surgery yesterday, Cassius was pacing outside the whole

    time. He only left when they moved you to the ICU. What''s up with that?"

    Lizetta squinted at Ynda, who seemed totally unfazed.

    "It''s just what it looks like."

    "And what''s that supposed to mean?"

    "He''s got a thing for me, obviously."

    "And you?"

    "Me? I couldn''t care less."

    Staring at Ynda''s nonchnt demeanor, Lizetta felt a bit speechless.

    "What do you mean ''couldn''t care less''?"

    "It means I could y along. He''s a rich kid and a big-time actor. I''m not losing anything. In the

    entertainment world, rtionships are a joke anyway. Don''t worry, I''m not like you; I don''t get attached."

    Ynda winked; her attitude was casual.

    Lizetta thought to herself that sometimes feelings can catch you off guard, and before you know it,

    you''re in too deep.

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    Just as she was about to ask more, she heard a knock on the door.

    Lizetta opened it to find Ste standing there, holding a huge bouquet of flowers, with a maid carrying

    loads of health supplements behind her.

    "Liz, I''m here to thank Ms. Ynda. Can Ie in?"

    Lizetta had given Martin a piece of her mind yesterday, and now Ste was actually here.

    Not wanting Ynda to be disturbed, she was about to refuse when Ynda called out from behind.

    "Liz, who''s there? Let her in."

    She was curious to meet the infamous Ms. West.

    Lizetta stepped aside, and Ste, with a gentle smile, approached the bedside.

    "Ms. Ynda, I''m Ste. Liz must have mentioned me to you?

    Yesterday, you risked yourself to save Evelina''s baby - my brother''s child. Our whole family is incredibly

    grateful. I''m here on behalf of everyone to thank you." Ste offered the bouquet to Ynda.

    Ynda didn''t take it; instead, she offered a polite smile, "Sorry, I''m a bit dizzy and who did you say you

    were? Why would Liz mention you?"

    Ste''s hidden barbs didn''t go unnoticed.

    Standing straight, Ste kept her smile, "Haven''t Liz mentioned me? Let me introduce myself again. I''m

    Ste, grew up with Remington."

    Seeing Ste was about to go on a long spiel about her and Remington''s dramatic childhood saga,

    which could potentially upset Lizetta, Ynda quickly interjected.

    "Ms. West my head''s spinning, and

    really can''t listen to your long story.

    If you have something to say, just

    say it. I''m grateful for the thought

    but I need to rest."

    to

    Ste nodded, "I''m here to express my gratitude. Here''s $50,000 as a small token of our appreciation.

    Please ept it."

    She ced a check on the table.

    Barely ncing at it, Ynda shifted

    her focus on Ste, "Isn''t Evelina''s baby supposed to have

    ept this money."

    Ste was surprised, "No, the baby might have issues, but the West family has the means to take care

    of it. The baby will be born. Remington has entrusted Evelina to our care. Please, Ms. Ynda, ept

    this with no burdens."

    Even knowing Remington''sck of boundaries when ites to the Wests, Lizetta didn''t expect him to

    let Evelina off so easily.

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    When Ynda saw the color drain from Lizetta''s face, she felt a mix of irritation and sympathy.

    She was truly a top-tier innocent flower; with just a few lightly spoken words, she could unleash the

    power of dozens of poison gas bombs.

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    "Ms. West, I must''ve been out of my mind to have saved your brother''s child! Take your card, I don''t

    need it! If you really want to show gratitude, then properly apologize to my Liz for ruining her wedding.

    After all, because of you, Liz couldn''t even finish her own wedding!"

    Ste pressed her lips together in a regretful smile.

    "I really do regret the wedding situation. I only found out after I came back, that Remington missed his

    own wedding with Liz toe pick me up. These past years haven''t been kind to me, but I''ve survived

    sixteen of them. Enduring a few more days wouldn''t have made a difference, and it''s just that

    Remington cared too much."

    The words she spoke barely carried any apology, making it sound more like boasting.

    But Lizetta found her heart had grown stronger; she felt more annoyed than hurt.

    She stepped forward to block Ste from reaching for the bank card, cutting her off.

    "Since it''s a gesture from the West family, Yoli, you should ept it. The West family, for whatever

    reason, seems to be dwindling in numbers. Evelina''s child is already showing signs of being less

    fortunate, and yet the West family insists on keeping it, which shows its value. A mere $50,000 is

    nothingpared to the grandchild''s significance to the West family. Right, Ms. West?"

    Ste could clearly hear the sarcasm in Lizetta''s words about the West family being cursed with fewer

    descendants and unhealthy children as if punished by the heavens.

    But since it was Ste who previously insisted on the importance of keeping Evelina''s child, she

    couldn''t very well contradict herself now.

    Her expression stiffened for a moment before she withdrew her hand from the bank card, saying, "Ms.

    Ynda, please keep it. It''s hard to repay kindness; this way, our family can be at ease." That was her

    way of saying that epting the money cleared any debt the West family had towards Ynda.

    Ynda chuckled, "Don''t worry, Ms. West, I''ve never been one to hold a grudge or expect anything in

    return! After today, if we cross paths, I''ll act as if we''ve never met; I won''te any closer." Ynda

    emphasized her words heavily, even rolling her eyes.

    Indeed, the West family had always been about taking advantage of others'' kindness. If it hadn''t been

    for Remington''s endorsement, announcing a deep partnership with the West family when they were in

    trouble, who knows where they''d be now? They had reaped all sorts of benefits in business, yet

    continued to y the moral high ground, clearly taking Remington''s guilt for granted!

    Ste''s smile strained; she tried to speak, but Lizetta raised her hand to stop her.

    "Yoli is still recovering and not up for this. Let me walk Ms. West out."

    Once outside, Lizetta closed the hospital room door and turned to Ste.

    "Can we step aside for a chat?"

    Ste smiled, "Sure. I heard there''s a coffee shop across the street. Let''s sit there."

    In the coffee shop, the two sat opposite each other.

    Ste stirred her coffee, smiling, "I forgot, Liz, you can''t have coffee because of the pregnancy. So, how

    come you and Remington didn''t have the wedding before, but now you''re making up for it while

    expecting?"

    Lizetta took a sip of water before Ste continued.

    "Sorry, I didn''t mean anything by it. It just struck me as odd. You don''t have to answer if you don''t want

    to or if it feels awkward. Liz, you might have the wrong idea about me, but I really do want to get along

    with you."

    Lizetta put down her water ss, "Ms. West, you might as well be upfront. I''m not afraid to tell you that

    Remington and I are already emotionally estranged."

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    "I want to leave him, but he won''t let me go! But I''ve already made up my mind to leave. I can see what

    you are up to. Instead of trying to test me and provoke me here, Ms. West, why don''t you help me?"

    Ste was clearly taken aback by Lizetta''s words, so much so that her stirring of her coffee halted

    abruptly.

    "Help you?"

    "Use the power of the West family to get me out of Zion City. Remington refuses to divorce, and even

    going to court would be useless. I''ll leave for two years, Ms. West, and during that time, you can

    cultivate a rtionship with Remington.

    After two years, when I file for divorce again, I''m sure Remington won''t hold on anymore. After we''re

    separated for two years, even if he still refuses by then, the court will recognize that the marriage has

    indeed broken down and grant the divorce. It''s a win-win situation. Will you help me leave?"

    Lizetta reached out her hand towards Ste.

    Lizetta wanted to leave, but she didn''t want to involve Hogan likest time.

    After all, the West family would probably be happy to see this happen.

    However, Ste looked at Lizetta''s extended hand for a long time, with her gaze flickering, but she

    never took Lizetta''s hand.

    Finally, sheughed helplessly, "Liz, I always said you''ve got the wrong idea about me. Remington and

    I were childhood sweethearts, and we promised to each other from a young age. ying house, I was

    always Remington''s bride, and we even took pictures in wedding attire.

    You know, girls tend to give their hearts away early. I won''t lie, Liz, I saw Remington as my future

    husband since I was a little girl, and I''ve been looking forward to the day I''d marry him. That''s why, inN?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    those life-and-death situations, I gave up my chance of escape for him.

    All these years, I endured torture and hardship, all while thinking of Remington, hoping he''de to

    rescue me one day, which is why I survived.

    But when I came back and found out he was married and had a baby, I kept telling myself that what''s

    missed is missed. As much as it hurts, I never thought about wrecking your home. Liz, I can''t promise

    you that. I can''t help you."

    Lizetta withdrew her hand, and slowly clenched it into a fist.

    She looked at Ste, who maintained a wless demeanor; she imed not to want to interfere but

    clearly expressed deep affection for Remington in every sentence.

    Each word felt like a thorn piercing her heart. How could this not be considered interference?

    Ste didn''t agree, but that was just being more cautious.

    Because Ste knew that once Remington found out it was the West family helping her escape, he

    would resent it.

    But Lizetta was certain, even if Ste didn''t want to get involved, she wouldn''t tell Remington about her

    n to escape.

    Lizetta was betting that Ste ultimately couldn''t refuse her proposal.

    "If you remember everything and haven''t lost your memory, you should have contacted your family to

    bring you back home, right? Why haven''t we heard anything from you all these years?" Lizetta asked.

    She found it extremely odd. Ste wasn''t a little child when the incident happened; she was already

    eleven or twelve.

    Ste seemed to be struck by a painful memory, and her face turned pale instantly.

    She lowered her head, and tears suddenly began to fall.

    Lizetta frowned, feeling a pang of concern.

    This familiar scenario.

    And right then, she heard footsteps behind her.

    Turning around, she saw Remington''s tall figure approaching quickly, with Hanna following behind him.

    "Ste! My God, it is Ste, my child, my good child! You''re finally back you''ve suffered so much. Why

    are you crying? Lizetta! What have you done to Ste!"

    Hanna was visibly moved.

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    Remington said that for Grace, Hanna practically sees Ste as a daughter of her own, and she might

    even wish it was Ste who hade back all those years ago. And looking at it now, it seemed spot

    on.

    Hanna was holding Ste in a way that was both protective and tender, really as if she was her own

    daughter.

    Thinking back to how she had tried to win Hanna''s favor for years, yet had never earned a single word

    of kindness, Liz couldn''t help but find herself utterly ridiculous.

    It was clear that she and Hanna were never meant to be mother and daughter-inw.

    "I''m just sitting here, what could I possibly do to her? She''s almost thirty, not some eleven or twelve-

    year-old girl. How could I bully her?"

    Hanna turned pale with anger after Liz''s blunt retort.

    She looked at Remington with annoyance.

    "Remington, you''ve seen it, time and again, how she treats me? Sharp-tongued,cking any sort of

    decency or humility. How do you expect me to like her? She''s nothing but a wild child, not a patch on

    Ste!" Liz turned her head, smirking at Remington.

    Ste was in tears, and she waited for this man to unleash his fury.

    However, Remington, furrowing his brows, only said to Hanna.

    "Mom, you''re using my wife without getting the whole story first. If you want her to respect you, you

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    Hanna choked on her words, and her face turned even sourer.

    Liz hadn''t expected Remington to defend her in such a situation, but she still turned her head away

    when he looked at her, refusing to respond.

    With Ste around, she and Remington couldn''t have a moment''s peace.

    Since she had decided to leave, nothing mattered to her anymore.

    "Auntie, please don''t argue with Remington over me, Liz and I were just chatting."

    Ste, wiping away her tears, took Hanna''s hand and spoke up.

    Her demeanor really matched what Hanna called decency and humility.

    "My dear, you were crying so hard, how could it have been just a chat? Don''t t worry, tell me

    everything.dll back you up just like I did when you were little."

    "Liz was just asking why I disappeared all these years. It was all the memories that made me cry,"

    Ste hurriedly exined.

    Yet, Hanna grew even angrier, so much so that she mmed the table.

    "That''s not bullying? Even a fool can see, Ste''s absence was beyond her control, you''re just trying to

    reopen old wounds!"

    Hanna red at Liz. "Apologize to Ste right now."

    Liz stood up, and said with a cool voice. "I didn''t realize Ms. West was so emotionally fragile. I

    apologize for my careless questioning, alright?"

    "Is that how you apologize?!" Hanna, feeling her anger red, looked toward Remington.

    Liz wanted to leave, but Remington''s tall figure was blocking her way at the table.

    Liz looked up at him. Remington''s gaze swept over Ste''s reddened eyes before he said to Liz.

    "Liz, whether it''s intentional or not, hitting someone''s sore spot deserves a polite apology."

    Liz clutched her purse, resisting the urge to scratch his handsome face.

    Despite her utter disappointment in him, she couldn''t help but feel her blood boiling with anger.

    She gave a faint smile. "Guess I''m

    just a wild child, huh? Not as cultured or well-mannered as Ms. West, the perfectdy. I don''t know how

    to apologize."

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    She pushed past Remington, brushing by him, tuning out Hanna''s angry usations from behind.

    "What a disgrace to bring such a wife into the family."

    "Mom! Enough." Remington''s voice was firm as he interrupted Hanna.

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    Hanna finally fell silent; Rem turned to Ste, saying, "My wife didn''t know about your past years; she

    was merely curious, with no i intentions."

    Ste smiled gently, while waving her hands in a fluster.

    "Remington, you don''t have to do this, I already said, it was my fault."

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    Liz was still young and had always been the apple of your eye. It''s normal for her to have a bit of a

    temper.

    I''m fine. You should go after her, especially since she''s carrying your child. We don''t want anything bad

    happening.

    It''s been ages since I caught up with your mom, so we can have a chat here."

    Remi nodded and marched off in pursuit of Liz.

    "I swear, I don''t know what kind of spell that little vixen has cast on him!"

    Hanna fumed, while Ste watched the man hurry away, and got lost in thought.

    Lizetta stormed out of the caf¨¦, quickening her pace.

    But the sound of Remi''s footsteps was catching up, prompting her to speed up even more.

    In the next second, he had grabbed her by the shoulder.

    Turning around in irritation, Lizetta snapped, "What? Mr. Dashiell can''t stand it and wants to drag me

    back to apologize to your childhood sweetheart?"

    "No need. I''ve already apologized on your behalf."

    Lizetta scoffed and shrugged him off, "I don''t need your apologies!"

    Her movements were so forceful that her nails scratched across his neck, leaving a red mark.

    Remi''s face darkened, "Liz!"

    She let out a lightugh, "Sorry, I didn''t mean to."

    She had refused to apologize just moments ago.

    Now, when he didn''t need her apology, she acted out on purpose, just to irk him.

    Remi''s face turned grim, but Lizetta had already turned away; it looked as if her back was bristling with

    spikes. Remi felt a headacheing on and stopped in his tracks, but then his expression suddenly

    changed.

    "Watch out!"

    Lizetta turned around upon hearing his stern warning from behind.

    But before she could see Remi clearly, everything went ck as he forcefully pulled her into his

    embrace.

    At the same time, a loud thud sounded, followed by the noise of something heavy hitting the ground.

    "Ouch, a billboard fell and hit someone!"

    "I''m so sorry, are you okay? We''ll take care of it."

    People eximed in shock, and some rushed out to apologize.

    Lizetta, shielded by Remi, saw the fallen billboard at the bottom of the stairs.

    It was huge, made of steel, and looked very heavy.

    It must have hit Remi''s back, as she heard him grunt in pain.

    Lizetta looked up at him from his embrace. His face was pale, his

    fission pained, but his e

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    on her with concern.

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    "Are you alright?"

    At that moment, Lizetta''s heart felt heavy with mixed emotions.

    "The injury is bleeding, sir. We''re really sorry. Please, hurry to the hospital to get it treated."

    The store owner kept apologizing profusely.

    Lizetta shook her head and crawled

    out from Remi''s embrace, noticime that blood had soaked through his

    dark suit on the right shough his

    "Let''s go to the hospital."

    In the emergency room, Remi''s

    jacket was removed, revealing novet

    just the fresh wound on his

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    shoulder, but also a series of bruises

    across his back.

    They looked like they were inflicted with a bat, blue and purple, covering arge area.

    Lizetta bit her lip, "Did grandma do this?"

    "Yeah." Remi merely responded.

    "Over the wedding?" Lizetta asked again.

    She hadn''t known that Fiona had hit Remi, assuming that the injuries were from the day of the

    wedding.

    As soon as Remi met her inquiring gaze, he slightly turned away so she couldn''t stare at his mottled

    back anymore, simply saying,

    "Because of the wedding, and because I refused to divorce."

    Camille had seen him take Lizetta away from the civil affairs office and called the olddy.

    Fiona had rushed to Oakridge Heights while Lizetta was unconscious.

    Fiona told him that keeping Lizetta against her will would only push her further away and advised him

    to let go.

    Of course, Remi refused. So, the olddy made him kneel and gave him a beating.

    Hearing this, Lizetta remained silent for a long time, then looked into Remi''s deep eyes and said

    bitterly,

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    "Remi, why put yourself through all this?"

    Four years ago, Fiona wanted Remi to marry her, and he refused, earning himself a beating.

    Now, Fiona wanted him to get a divorce, and again, he refused.

    When she was there, he wouldn''te to her.

    When she wanted to leave, he pursued her relentlessly.

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    Remington''s shoulder had taken a hit from a billboard''s steel frame, leaving a nasty wound. After the

    doctor patched him up and left a tube of ointment for the bruising on his back, he hurried out, leaving

    Liz and Remington alone in the room.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, just apply this to Mr. Dashiell''s bruise, rub it in well, and it should do the trick. I''ve got

    other patients to attend to, so I''ll be leaving now."

    Before Liz could utter a word, the doctor was gone, and the door clicked shut behind him.

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    Remington nced at Liz, who, without any fuss, grabbed the ointment and approached him. She

    stood behind him, unscrewing the cap of the tube and began applying the ointment to his back.

    His back was a canvas of swelling reds and purples, a sight that was hard to stomach.

    The moment her fingers made contact, Remington stiffened slightly, prompting Liz to pause.

    "Does it hurt? Haven''t you applied any ointment before?"

    Only then did Remington rx a bit; a slight smile yed on his lips as he looked back at her.

    "You''ve been neglecting me."

    His tone was unexpectedly tinged with grievance.

    Liz''s fingers trembled slightly as she retorted, "This is all your own doing! If you had just listened to

    Grandma, none of this would have happened!" Suddenly, Remington turned around and gripped Liz''s

    wrist.

    Looking up at her, he softly said, "Liz, you still care about me, don''t you?"

    Liz didn''t respond; hershes fluttered slightly as she bit her lip.

    "You saved me just now, and applying this ointment is the least I can do. The doctor said to rub it in

    well; it might hurt a bit, but just bear with it." After saying that, she pulled her hand free from

    Remington''s grip, signaling him to turn back around.

    Seeing the panic in her eyes, Remington couldn''t help but let a smile flicker across his face.

    "Go ahead, Mrs. Dashiell, and thank you," he said, straightening his back for her to continue.

    Liz ced one hand on his shoulder, using the other to vigorously rub the severely bruised areas. The

    initially cool ointment gradually heated up under her firm strokes.

    Yet, Remington felt no pain, and his heart warmed instead.

    He sensed the contradiction in her words; despite her protests, she still cared.

    If she truly felt nothing, she would have tossed the ointment aside and left.

    Feeling somewhat calmer, Remington allowed a deeper smile to emerge. "Liz, can we start over,

    please?"

    Liz, standing behind him, paused momentarily and remained silent.

    Just as Remington was about to turn and face her, she hurriedly said, "I don''t want to talk about this

    now. Can you please just stop pushing me?" Her tone cooled, but Remington''s expression softened

    even more.

    It was normal for her to be angry, but it was clear she wasn''t as indifferent as before.

    "Alright, I won''t push you. We''ll take our time. When you''re ready to forgive me, we''ll have a grand

    wedding to overshadow all these bad memories." Liz''s lips tightened, and her eyes shed with

    sarcasm.

    Recing bad memories with good ones was nothing but self-deception.

    She continued applying the ointment meticulously, yet her thoughts were elsewhere, feeling fortunate.

    Thankfully, she had learned from the

    Pn

    past ordeal, Last time, after he got stabbed, she cried like a fool, falling right into his trap and ending up

    hurt. How could she not learn from that and let him deceive her again so easily?

    Liz changed the subject by mentioning, Ms. West said that the West family intends to keep Evelina''s

    baby? Have you already handed Evelina over to the West family without nning to involve the

    police?"

    Remington turned to face her again, taking her hands into his.

    "Ste was abandoned in the mountains, found by a mountain man who carried her back. This man

    had a simple-minded son, five years younger than Ste, and he locked Ste in a shed, intending for

    her to marry his son.

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    Back when Ste was running a high fever, she forgot a lot. It was like she was walking in a fog,

    completely out of touch with her family.

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    Her memory came back in bits and pieces. Last year, Ste tried to escape, but it ended in failure. She

    was caught and beaten half to death. The physical toll over the years was immense. Medical reports

    ever suggested that she might never be able to have children again."

    Listening to all this, Lizetta felt her heart sink.

    She had no idea Ste had gone through so much.

    No wonder Ste was crying her eyes out in the caf¨¦, and Remington was totally on her side, insisting

    Lizetta apologized.

    Because even though Ste was brought back, Remington''s guilt seemed to have deepened.

    "Liz, I didn''t hand Evelina over to the West family. I''ve got her under surveince. It''s not exactly jail, but

    it''s pretty close. I promise, she won''t bother you again. Once she''s had the baby, she''ll face the

    consequences of her actions."

    Remington held Lizetta''s hand, his gaze filled with a hint of anxiety.

    Lizetta took a deep breath, "You''ve already made up your mind, and it''s not like I have a say in it, so let

    it be."

    Her demeanor was calm, not showing any signs of anger.

    But how could she not be hurt when he failed to keep his promise once again?

    Remington stood up, wrapping his arm around Lizetta''s waist.

    "I know you''re upset. How about we go to a jewelry auction in a few days, just to take your mind off

    things?"

    Men often try to make up for their guilt with material things.

    Designer bags, clothes, jewelry, or even houses and yachts.

    But sometimes, that''s not what women really want or need. And these gestures aren''t always from the

    heart; sometimes they''re just for their own peace of mind.

    Lizetta,cking enthusiasm, said, "The dance troupe''s performance is next week, and I''ve got to take

    care of Yoli. I don''t have the time, so let''s skip it."

    Remington''s expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased, but he didn''t push her.

    "Alright, we''ll wait until after your performance."

    Lizetta nodded. Just then, the clinic door was knocked on, and it was Cedric with some clothes for a

    change.

    After Remington left the hospital, Lizetta went back to Ynda''s room.

    She handed Ynda a bank card and two property deeds.

    "This is a token of appreciation from the Dashiell family."

    Remington had personally escorted Hanna to the hospital to thank Ynda for her help.

    But they hadn''t expected to see Lizetta talking to Ste in the caf¨¦.

    Knowing Hanna''s insincerity, she sensed that her visit would''ve only disturbed Ynda''s rest. Lizetta

    epted the gifts on Ynda''s behalf, and refused the visit for her.

    Ynda, looking at the bank card and property deeds handed to her, felt overwhelmed by the situation.

    "Is Hanna really that generous? Liz,

    should we really ept this? It

    doesn''t feel right. By the way, how big are the houses? Which

    neighborhood are they in, and how much is on the card?"

    Oh, the shame of it all.

    Ynda covered her face, peeking through her fingers with a look of disbelief.

    Lizetta, smiling, waved the bank card and property deeds.

    "Both properties are in prime locations, probably worth around four to five million dors each, and

    there''s two million dors cash on the card. Hanna isn''t that generous; I had Remington twist her arm,

    Are you sure you don''t want them? Because I can just return them."

    She pretended to turn away, but Ynda quickly grabbed the hem of her shirt.

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    Liz burst intoughter, turning around to stuff a debit card and the deed to the house into Ynda''s

    arms. "Come on, take it! Who in their right mind would refuse money that''s literally being handed to

    them?" "Can I really keep it? But didn''t you, like, wear yourself out paying off that $300,000 debt to

    Remington?" Ynda clutched the debit card, somewhat surprised by Liz''s change of heart.

    Liz cut her off, "I was a fool back then, but things are different now. You''ve saved a life and got yourself

    hurt in the process. This is what you deserve. Why on earth would you say no? If it makes you feel

    better there''s something I need to ask of you."

    Liz had made up her mind to leave, and she was sure she couldn''t take Thaddeus with her this time.

    Ynda epted the money, and Liz hoped that if Remington, in a fit of rage, decided to ignore

    Thaddeus, Ynda could look after her big brother for her.

    She shared her wishes with Ynda, leaving her utterly shocked.

    "Look after Thaddeus? Of course, I can. But where are you nning to go? You''re pregnant with Joy,

    heading off to some unknown ce is going to be tough." Liz just offered Ynda a faint smile.

    "I''m not afraid of hardship, just heartache."

    She was exhausted. Refusing to let go, Remington constantly pressured her without considering her

    feelings.

    Ste was always lurking, and Hanna''s res made Liz feel like a walking blood bank, constantly

    fearing what madness Hanna might unleash next.

    Trapped in this hopeless marriage, Liz felt like she was suffocating.

    Ynda was worried, but seeing Liz''s weary but gentle smile, she had her eyes welled up with tears,

    and she embraced Liz tightly.

    "Alright, if you want to leave, then leave. I believe in you. But do you really think Ste will help you?"

    "She will." Liz said with conviction.

    And Liz''s judgment was proven right a weekter.

    She returned to the dance troupe, just finished with rehearsal, when her phone buzzed with a text from

    an unknown number.

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    No introduction or conclusion, but Liz knew who it was and what it meant.

    She quickly replied and deleted the message.

    Putting her phone away, Liz headed for Jerome''s office.

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    Jerome had given her the chance to join the troupe, and she had promised to stick with dancing until

    the baby was born next year before leaving.

    But now.

    Liz felt terribly sorry. Standing at the office door, she raised her hand but hesitated to knock.

    But she had to face what she had decided.

    With a grimace and eyes shut tight, she knocked hard.

    Unexpectedly, the door opened from the inside, and Liz''s hand, still in motion,nded forcefully on

    t of the man behind it en

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    "What are you doing?" The man''s casual, slightly amused voice came from above.

    Liz suddenly looked up, her finger still pressed against Jerome''s chest.

    Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she instinctively rubbed the spot where she had

    knocked.

    Jerome grabbed Liz''s wrist, stopping her fumbling hand.

    Liz shifted awkwardly, feeling Jerome''s gaze on her as if she were some kind of hooligan.

    "It wasn''t on purpose!"

    "You nned on making it on purpose?" Jerome raised an eyebrow.

    Liz''s face flushed even more.

    Jerome let go of her hand, and Liz quickly hid the offending hand behind her back.

    The other hand pinched her palm hard.

    That''s for acting crazy!

    "Did you need something?"

    Perhaps seeing Liz''s near-tears of embarrassment, Jerome asked.

    "Mr. Madden, were you heading out? I have something to say, but if you''re busy, I..."

    Liz felt

    moshe had picked the wrong

    having just acted like a now trying to talk about

    leaving seemed utterly ridine

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    Jerome turned and said, "Come on in."

    Lizetta watched his retreating back, pursed her lips, and reluctantly followed him inside.

    "Have a seat," Jerome gestured towards the sofa in the sitting area.

    Lizetta walked over and sat down, noticing Jerome moving to his desk to pick up the phone.

    He instructed his secretary, "Bring in a ss of warm milk, please."

    Lizetta was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No need, I''m just here to say a few words."

    She feared that once she spoke up, the milk might end up being thrown in her face.

    "Didn''t you just finish rehearsal? Have some to replenish your energy. I wouldn''t want anyone using

    me of mistreating a pregnant woman."

    Indeed, Lizetta had just finished rehearsal and hadn''t even had a chance to drink water.

    Given Jerome''s words, she didn''t protest further; instead, she thanked him, and waited for the

    secretary to bring in the milk.

    Lizetta took the milk and practically downed it in one gulp.

    Setting down the ss, she looked at Jerome, who was sitting opposite her with his legs crossed.

    "Mr. Madden."

    Meeting his gaze, Lizetta felt an added pressure and stumbled over her words.

    "First time I''ve seen someone use milk to summon courage. Here, you''ve got some on your lip."

    Jerome leaned forward, handing Lizetta a napkin and pointing to the corner of her mouth.

    Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lizetta quickly took the napkin and wiped her mouth, before she crumpled it

    in her palm.

    Then she heard Jerome ask, "Is it what you want to discuss that''s stressing you out, or is it me?"

    Lizetta let out a sigh and hurriedly

    said, "You''ve been a great help; you''re a very approachable and kind boss. I''m truly sorry, but after this

    performance, I might not be able to stay with the dancepany anymore. Thepany needs to find

    someone to rece me quickly. I''m really sorry for causing such trouble!"

    Lizetta stood up, bowing deeply to Jerome to express her profound apology.

    She braced herself for Jerome''s anger, given that the dancepany had hired top dancers for this

    performance and had invested heavily in script, stage, promotion, and costumes, aiming for a

    blockbuster

    sess.

    It was Jerome who had given her this opportunity when she joined, and now she was talking about

    leaving just like that.

    With her face burning, Lizetta expected Jerome to be furious, but he remained calm, evencking any

    sign of condemnation in his eyes.

    "Is it because the wedding didn''t go well?"

    Lizetta offered an awkward smile,

    "Sorry, I''m thinking of getting a divorce, but. Anyway, I''ll be leaving in a couple of weeks. I have a rather

    bold request: could you keep my departure a secret until I leave? And, if possible, not rece me in the

    promotional materials for the dance drama."

    Making such a request, Lizetta felt utterly shameless.

    Jerome stared at her, tapping his fingers on the back of the sofa chair, and said, "Seems like you''re

    nning to leave quietly? Sit down, let''s talk this through. If I''m to help you, might be taking some risks.

    I feel I deserve a full understanding of the situation to decide whether to assist you or not."

    Ten minutester, Lizetta left Jerome''s office, feeling much lighter.

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    She changed in the locker room and was leaving the dancepany when she saw a familiar Bentley

    parked at the entrance. Remington, in a dark gray coat, stood in front of the car. Seeing here out,

    he quickly walked towards her.

    These past few days, he had insisted on picking her up and dropping her off daily. Lizetta hadn''t

    refused, and even got used to it. But today was different.

    With ns and arrangements in mind, Lizetta felt her palms sweat and her steps halt as she saw him

    approaching.

    Caught in a daze, Remington was already in front of her, taking her hands in his.

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    "Nothing, really. I guess I''m just a bit nervous about going on stage tomorrow."

    She tried to hide her unease from him, offering him a fleeting smile as she looked up. "Youing to

    the show?"

    Over the past week, Remington had been bending over backwards to make things right with her. He''d

    spent every spare moment with her, supporting her in everything she wanted to do.

    Yet, there was always this distance between them, a lukewarm vibe that prevented things from going

    back to how they used to be.

    This was the first time since their wedding that she had taken the initiative to invite him to anything.

    Remington was momentarily taken aback, almost ttered by her gesture.

    He took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her close and yfully tapping her nose.

    "When my wife invites me, of course I''lle."

    Lizetta looked up at him, with a smile blooming on her face. Her eyes sparkling with joy, she was

    clearly delighted.

    It had been over four years since shest took the stage, and she was genuinely happy about it. This

    time was special because Daisy would be performing with her, giving it an entirely new meaning. She

    truly hoped Remington, as Daisy''s dad, would be there in the audience. It was like a farewell gift for

    Daisy.

    And perhaps, it was also a way to put a period at the end of the chapter for her and Remi.

    Remington looked down at Liz, his gaze deepening. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her

    closer and kissed her forehead softly. "Babe, it''s been a while since you''ve smiled at me like that." The

    smile made his heart itch with longing. He tilted his head, about to kiss her lips when they were

    interrupted by a familiar voice.

    "It''s cold outside. Why don''t you and Liz get in the car to talk?"

    Lizetta abruptly turned, seeing Ste smiling from the backseat of the car parked ahead, the window

    rolled down.

    Liz stepped out of his embrace.

    She took a deep breath and, sure enough, caught a hint of perfume on his coat; her eyes were filled

    with sarcasm.

    Remington had been slowly

    warming up to Liz, careful not to

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    push her too hard and risk her resentment. Just as the atmosphere was turning in his favor, their

    moment was interrupted, causing him to frown deeply.

    "Let''s go, get in the car."

    Remington led Lizetta to the car, pulling the rear door open as Ste scooted over to make room.

    He gestured for Lizetta to get in, but she sidestepped, saying, "It''ll be too cramped with three of us. I''ll

    sit in the passenger''s seat."

    As she moved to walk around to the front, Remington quickly grabbed her waist. "Liz, don''t make a

    scene."

    His voice was low, likely feeling she was embarrassing Ste.

    Lizetta stood firm, refusing to budge. Sitting in the middle would make her feel like the viin in a love

    triangle, something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

    Seeing her stubbornness,

    Remington softly exined, "We ran into Ste at the auction today The West family''s car had some

    trouble, and we''re just giving her a ride home, okay?"

    Inside the car, Ste leaned in slightly. "Maybe I should sit in the front."

    She started to get out, but Liz wasn''t about to let her y the good Samaritan, making it seem like she

    was the unreasonable one.

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    They''d all ride together. She wasn''t afraid.

    Liz turned and ducked into the car,

    with Remington following. As they drove off, Ste said, "Liz, did I interrupt something between you

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    Her voice was full of apology, and Lizetta turned her head with a smile.

    "It''s alright, Ms. West, it''s just that your perfume and makeup are a bit strong for me. I''ve been sensitive

    to strong scents since I got pregnant, nothing more." Ste''s smile stiffened a bit, and she instinctively

    touched her face.

    She was quite a bit older than Lizetta, and the years hadn''t been kind. Her skin wasn''t as firm, which

    naturally led to a heavier makeup application.

    Looking at Lizetta''s makeup-free, porcin-smooth, and radiant face, Ste felt a bit ufortable

    that a shadow passed over her eyes.

    She managed an awkward smile, and turned to Remington for some support.

    But Remington wasn''t looking at her. Instead, he instructed the driver, "Turn on the car''s air recycling

    system."

    The driver immediately acknowledged, and Ste''s awkward smilepletely froze.

    "Ste, she''s just more sensitive during her pregnancy. Don''t take it to heart," Remington said as he

    wrapped an arm around Lizetta, finally turning towards Ste. Ste quickly shook her head with a

    smile, "I''m just jealous of Liz, having such a considerate and thoughtful husband like you. How could I

    mind?"

    The air was thick with unspoken words.

    But it seemed lost on Remington. He tightened his embrace around Lizetta, letting her lean into him,

    and asked, "Feeling alright?"

    He genuinely thought she was bothered by the scent of perfume and makeup. Lizetta was speechless.

    Finding the situation pointless, she closed her eyes, saying, "I''ll take a nap."

    "Alright, sleep well," Remington responded, pulling her closer. He fetched a nket to cover her, gently

    sorted her hair, and softly massaged her arm.

    His focus was entirely on his wife, seemingly forgetting there was another person beside them.

    Ste watched this scene, clenching her fists tightly.

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    She had been in touch with Remington every daytely, subtly trying to get closer to him.

    Remington was nice to her, hardly ever refusing her requests, but it went no further.

    When she had a fever in the middle

    of the night and called him, mentioning Martin was at the

    hospital with her mother and asking him toe over, all she got was a visit from Remington''s family

    doctor.

    Clearly, with Lizetta around, Remington wouldn''t notice her.

    Realizing this, Ste had agreed to

    Remington''s affection and

    Lizetta''s suggestion. Now, the

    tenderness towards Lizetta only solidified her decision. Lizetta had to go. s?novel

    And not just leave, but Ste had to ensure Lizetta could never return!

    Now, Ste was worried that Lizetta might change her mind, caught in Remington''s loving trap, and

    refuse to leave.

    "Remington, I heard Liz is performing tomorrow. Can Ie watch?" Ste asked, her face filled with

    hope and longing.

    Remington instinctively touched his lips, signaling Ste to keep quiet so as not to disturb Lizetta.

    Meeting Ste''s slightly dimmed gaze and remembering how she used to dance and perform as a

    child, he nodded softly, "I''ll have someone send you an invitation." Ste immediately smiled.

    Lizetta hadn''t really fallen asleep. Hearing their quiet conversation, she suddenly regretted inviting

    trouble.

    But the dance performance was her

    smokescreen for leaving Zion City.

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    She needed Remington to believe she was fullymitted to the dance troupe, busy with the

    uing shows for the next three months, so he would lower his guard.

    With that thought, Lizetta let it go, and before long, she indeed drifted off to sleep.

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    The dance troupe''s debut performance at the Zion Theatre had been the talk of the town for weeks,

    with tickets selling out almost immediately. Lizetta felt a pang of guilt toward her fellow dancers; just

    yesterday, in Jerome''s office, he had agreed to keep her secret. She was eternally grateful.

    Jerome had said, "Just nail this first performance, and you''ll have paid us back tenfold."

    Lizetta was determined to give it her all, to repay Jerome''s kindness, to show her gratitude to her fellow

    dancers for their understanding, and to do justice to the years of sweat and dedication she had put into

    her craft.

    But as soon as she stepped onto the stage, all those thoughts vanished. She was in her element,

    basking in the limelight she had fought so hard for.

    Under the bright stage lights, she was the center of attention, dancing with grace and agility; her

    movements were fluid and vibrant, and her slight baby bump did not hinder her but added to her allure,

    perfectly embodying the journey of a woman breaking free from a loveless marriage.

    Remington watched her, feeling captivated. He had always known Liz was beautiful, and her dancing

    even more so, but he had never imagined it could be this mesmerizing. Her pregnancy only made her

    appear more radiant and mature, though every leap and twirl had him on edge, his lips pressed tightly

    together in anxiety.

    "Remington, Liz is amazing! Look, there are so many dancers on stage, but everyone''s eyes are on

    her," Ste remarked suddenly, pulling Remington''s attention momentarily away from the stage.

    ncing around, he saw that Ste was right, and he felt an overwhelming urge to rush up there, take

    Liz into his arms, and hide her away from all these prying eyes.

    He frowned, checking his watch. The performance was ny minutes with no intermission, and there

    were still over twenty minutes to go. Time seemed to drag, and he noticed Ste looking pale and

    uneasy. "What''s wrong?" he asked.

    "It''s nothing, just keep watching," Ste replied weakly, but Remington noticed her right hand hidden

    behind her, and her shoulder was stiff.

    He pulled her hand to the front, shocked to see it raw and bleeding terribly.

    "I''m sorry, my amputation site suddenly started hurting a lot. I didn''t want to disturb you or the others,"

    Ste said, trying to hide her pain.

    Without a second thought, Remington took her arm, and they both stood up, making their way out.

    Their sudden departure in the middle of the performance drew many eyes, especially from the stage.

    Lizetta caught a glimpse of them leaving but continued dancing with even more intensity, not looking

    their way again.

    The performance was a triumph, ending to thunderous apuse. Lizetta came off stage to find Jerome

    waiting with a bouquet of flowers, dressed in a formal British tweed three-piece suit, looking every bit

    the distinguished gentleman.

    He handed her the flowers, saying warmly, "Congrattions on a sessful show."

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    "Mr. Madden, the show wasn''t just Liz''s doing. Aren''t you being a bit too obvious with your favoritism,

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    "Yeah, five leads, and Mr. Madden is just bringing one bouquet?"

    The jest from a fellow dancer had Lizetta slightly panicked. Luckily, no one was actually green with

    envy; they were just ribbing her. When Jerome pulled out five envelopes with a hefty amount of money

    in them, everyone rushed forward and they were gone in a sh.

    "Mr. Madden''s generous. Let Liz have the flowers. We''re happy with this."

    As they dispersed, Lizetta clutched the bouquet, her cheeks flushed and glistening with sweat.

    "I didn''t let you down, did I, Mr. Madden?" She looked up.

    Jerome smiled softly, not stingy with his praise, "You were perfect. The live stream went really well too.

    Tickets for the second round sold out the moment they went on sale."

    Lizetta blinked, "It''s all thanks to everyone''s hard work. But, I guess I lived up to the expectations?"

    "Exceeded them," Jerome said with a smile.

    Lizetta''s smile turned radiant, a strand of her hair falling onto the bouquet she held.

    Jerome reached into his pocket and handed her a folded blue handkerchief, "For wiping off the sweat.''

    A drop of sweat on Lizetta''s eysh somewhat blurred her vision, and she instinctively took the

    handkerchief. Jerome, now with a free hand, naturally reached out and brushed away the strand of hair

    caught in the bouquet. When Remington briskly approached, what he saw was the two standing close

    together in an intimate gesture.

    His handsome face turned stern as he strode forward, grasping Lizetta''s arm and pulling her into his

    embrace, his cold gaze fixed on Jerome, and said, "She''s exhausted. If there''s nothing else for theBelongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    dance troupe, I''ll take her home now."

    Without waiting for Lizetta''s reaction, he scooped her up and walked away.

    Behind them, Jerome called out, "In two days, the second round of

    performanc¨¨s. The dance troupe

    has been invited to the Summer

    Theatre, and in half a month, we''ll

    head to Summer City. No issues, right?"

    Lizetta''s mind raced. The dance troupe''s performances were initially set for a month in Zion City. Now,

    starting the tour early meant leaving Zion City, making it easier for Lizetta to make her escape.

    belongs to

    Hanging onto Remington''s shoulder, she poked her head out and said to Jerome, "I''m all good, Mr.

    Madden. Don''t worry."

    She even stretched out her hand, giving Jerome an "okay" sign.

    Remington''s arm suddenly dipped, startling Lizetta into a yelp as she clutched his neck tighter, the

    bouquet getting crushed immediately and scattering petals along their path.

    As Remington ced her in the car, Lizetta''s expression was icy, clearly very displeased.

    Sitting next to her, Remington tugged at his tie, pulling it loose, his voice cold, "Since when are you so

    chummy with him?"

    "You should ask Lina that," Lizetta retorted, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile.

    Lina had been shadowing Lizettately. Lizetta knew she reported her every move to Remington under

    the guise of concern, but it felt more like surveince to her.

    Fortunately, Lina was just a maid, not a professional spy. Lizetta figured her little acts of defiance went

    unnoticed.

    As Remington heard her sardonic tone, his lips tightened, his eyes darkening with emotion, "Are you

    upset because I had to step out during the show? Ste...." He stopped mid-exnation as Lizetta

    suddenly turned to him, "I don''t want to talk about her."

    Remington''s expression darkened

    further as he pulled her into his

    embrace, head bowed, he said, "You

    know there''s nothing between her

    and me! How long are you gonna

    keep this up?"

    Lizetta looked at him, augh almost escaping her.

    She was about to leave, and he still thought this was all her making a fuss? How sessful had her

    previous affections toward him been to make him so confident?

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    Since Remington thought she was just making a fuss, Lizetta decided she''d let him think that way. In

    that case, he wouldn''t overthink things at least.

    With a scoff, Lizetta pushed against the man''s hold and sat up from his embrace, saying, "Mr. Dashiell,

    you''re always caught up in a whirlwind of activities, handling a million things a day. If you weren''t

    sincere about watching the show, you could''ve simply stayed away."

    As Remington heard this, his eyes softened slightly, and his voice turned mellow, "How can you say I

    wasn''t sincere? I had to leave because Ste suddenly felt phantom limb pain."

    Lizetta cut him off with a coldugh, "Oh, her phantom limb sure has a sense of timing."

    "Lizetta!"

    Remington''s voice suddenly dropped, interrupting her acridments, a stern look crossing his face.

    "Why have you be so mean?"

    The sight of Ste tormented by her bloody phantom limb wasn''t something one could fake.

    Lizetta shivered at his harsh words, her face turning pale, her lips trembling slightly.

    She''d almost believed in the man''s persistent attempts to woo her with his tenderness and care this

    period of time, forgetting he was never really a soft-hearted person.

    "I''ve always been a selfish and mean person, Mr. Dashiell. It''s only now you''re realizing it. What?

    Found out I''m not as adorable as you thought, and now you can''t keep up your act of deep affection?

    Then don''t. Even I feel exhausted for you."

    She curled her lips into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with scorn, yet the icy barrier around her heart

    seemed to crack, aching slowly.

    Remington''s jaw tightened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he stared at Lizetta as if he could devour

    her whole.

    Lizetta met his gaze defiantly, her eyes reddening.

    "Mr. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell, it sounds so harsh!"

    Day by day, it gave him a headache. Remington finally uttered the words after a long while, and then

    coldly turned away.

    He reached out and massaged the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed and helpless against her. He

    couldn''t scold her, couldn''t argue; even a slightly harsh tone would have her retaliating with ten more,

    leaving him in pain.

    Lizetta also turned away, looking out the car window.

    The atmosphere in the car was tense for a while until Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down,

    she saw a diamond ne cascading down her fair neck.

    The deep, dreamy purple-pink diamond droplet, at least seven or eight carats, set in a simple ssic

    design, glittered against her corbone.

    "I bought it at the auction yesterday, a gift for your performance. Congrattions on a sessful

    show," Remington said calmly.

    He was sping the ne around her neck, a bit close to her, his breath warm on her skin.

    Lizetta stiffened, realizing he''d gone to the auction for this reason. She felt a lump in her throat, saying,

    "You always do this." "How so?"

    Carrot and stick technique - even if the carrot was exceptionally costly, it couldn''t sweeten the taste in

    her mouth because it was never what she truly desired.

    Lizetta shook her head slightly, not wanting to argue anymore. She let Remington put the ne on

    her, and allowed him to hold her close.

    Back at Oakridge Heights, Lina greeted them with a smile.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, wee back! Congrattions. Mr. Dashiell had me prepare.¡±

    She was cut off as Lizetta briskly passed her, saying, "I''m gonna go upstairs and take a shower. I''m too

    tired." Lina paused, watching Lizetta''s figure quickly ascend the stairs, then turned to Remington, "Mr.

    Dashiell." Remington had asked her to prepare a cake and a candlelit dinner, but with the mood now,

    Lina felt at a loss. Remington''s gaze turned frosty as he nced towards the dining room and said

    tly, "Take it away."

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    With that, he too headed upstairs.

    Entering the bedroom, he found

    Lizetta at the vanity, removing her makeup. Her stage makeup was heavy, and she was meticulously

    taking it off.

    Remington noticed the pink diamond ne had already been removed and was lying on the vanity.

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    Head down, Lizetta reached for another makeup remover pad. As she looked up, the reflection of a

    man appeared behind her in the mirror.

    He stood there, his handsome face etched with a cold sternness.

    Lizetta knew all too well he was upset, but her own irritation matched his. She pretended not to notice,

    leaning closer to the mirror to continue removing her makeup. However, his grip tightened on her

    shoulder, and he leaned in, pinching her chin, staring down at her reflection with a frosty gaze.

    "Not fond of the jewelry I got you, but you seem pretty keen on the tacky flowers and handkerchief that

    other guy gave you?"

    The flowers Jerome had given her were crushed, and Remington had callously tossed them into the

    trash along with the handkerchief right before they got into the car.

    Lizetta was fuming at that moment. But her anger stemmed from Remington humiliating her in front of

    her colleagues, showing her no respect whatsoever. It wasn''t about the flowers or the handkerchief.

    His gaze was menacing, and suddenly Lizetta felt a twinge of fear, her brows furrowing as she

    managed a strained reply, "Let go! I''m about to take a shower; am I supposed to wear a ne in

    there?" "Lizetta, don''t take me for a fool!"

    Did he really look like he couldn''t tell when she liked something or not?

    Lizetta remained silent, wondering who was really being treated like a fool here. Her lips pressed tightly

    together, she said no more.

    And her silence, like an admission that she preferred Jerome''s flowers. Remington''s grip tightened,

    forcing her to look at him as he leaned down and kissed her forcefully.

    His heart was a turmoil of dark emotions, fully ignited by her today. Because Lizetta kept turning her

    head, refusing to cooperate, his anger and jealousy red even more.

    He bit down on her lips forcefully, his kisses raining down on her neck. Each one left a heavy mark, a

    branding of his possession.

    Eyes red, Lizetta felt a mix of pain and fear, "Remington, what''s gotten into you! Get away!"

    But he grasped her waist, lifting her from the chair, turning her to face him with a cold smirk, "Finally

    stopped calling me Mr. Dashiell, huh?"

    With a sweep of his arm, he knocked the array of cosmetics from the vanity to the floor.

    The next second, Lizetta was seated

    on the vanity, her back forced

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    against the mirror, her clothes torn operas his hands and feverish kisses ravaged her body. S

    Marks appeared on her skin instantly. She had another round of performances in the next few days,

    and Dizetta was on the verge of madness, struggling and fighting.

    "You jerk! Stop sucking, stop biting, I have to be on stage! Remington, are you a dog? You''re hurting

    me! Remington, stop it. Let me go."

    Her voice went from angry to weak, to fearfully trembling, eventually carrying a plea.

    She was truly scared now, and regretting her actions. She shouldn''t have let Ste''s provocations drive

    her to continuously provoke him.

    Of course, maybe because she''d secured the n, and couldn''t pretend anymore.

    But Remington had never lost

    control like this before; he was

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    usually restrained and patient in bed.

    Only when overwhelmed by passion

    would he leave marks on he most hidden ces.

    But now, Lizetta felt he had no pity or care, as if he wanted to tear her apart with his fierceness.

    "Please Remi, stop."

    Finally, as he tore off thest piece of her clothing and lifted her legs, Lizetta, terrified, tremblingly

    ced her hands on his grim side profile.

    Remington suddenly stopped, the malevolence in his eyes gradually fading, returning to rity.

    He saw her, marred and cornered against the narrow mirror, her expression pitiful and disheveled.

    His handsome face paled, his deep eyes filled with shock and pain, and he suddenly covered Lizetta''s

    eyes with hisrge hand.

    Lizetta was engulfed in darkness, her body still trembling uncontrobly. She heard his hoarse voice,

    "Liz, I''m a mess now. Don''t look."

    Lizetta went numb. It was a moment eerily reminiscent of the past, where he refused to kiss her, always

    covering her eyes at the height of passion.

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    She thought he didn''t love her, that he couldn''t bear to face her. But in that moment, Lizetta suddenly

    realized she might''ve beenpletely wrong. If he didn''t want to face her, he would''ve blindfolded

    himself, not her.

    Remington must''ve thought she didn''t love him; that was why he''d been holding back all this time,

    scared to frighten her.

    He said he loved her, but she could never feel it. Strangely enough, right now, she felt a glimpse of his

    restrained love.

    He probably wasn''t as strong as she perceived, always on top, leading effortlessly. He, too, had his

    insecurities, his fears.

    In an instant, Lizetta gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood grain, feeling an

    overwhelming sadness.

    Tears seeped from her tightly shut eyes. It was such a pity; she realized toote.

    If she''d known earlier, maybe they could''ve connected, built trust, and she would have the courage to

    weather any storm with him.

    But there were no ifs. So much had happened, so many obstacles.

    Their minds had changed; trust had copsed. She wasn''t brave anymore; it seemed they couldn''t go

    back.

    Remington''s palms were sweaty, his handsome face pallid. He closed his eyes tightly, and then kissed

    Lizetta on the forehead, his voice hoarse, "Don''t cry. I''m sorry."

    He reached for a nket, wrapping her up, and lifted her in his arms.

    In the bathroom, the sound of running water filled the space as Lizetta had prepared a bath earlier.

    Now, as the tub overflowed, Remington turned off the tap, checked the water''s temperature, and then

    gently ced Lizetta, who was still wrapped in the nket, into the tub. The sound of water drowned

    out Remington''s departing footsteps.

    Lizettay in the warm water, her rigid, cold body slowly warming and rxing. When she opened her

    eyes from the bathroom, Remington was already gone.

    Hugging herself slowly, covering her face, her shoulders shaking slightly, she finally sobbed out loud.

    In the days that followed, the man who used toe home every day was now busy, not returning for a

    couple of days.

    Lizetta was upied with her dance troupe''s performances. Lying alone in the big bedte at night,

    she''d sometimes think of Remington.

    She thought he must be tired too. She also thought, with Ste so proactive, and the West family along

    with Hanna''s support, their progress must be rapid.

    Even without prying, the news of the

    West family''s long-lost daughter being found and making high-profile appearances in various upscale

    ces reached Lizetta''s ears. It was said, Martin and Barbara were overjoyed.

    When the second round of performances in Zion City ended sessfully, the dance drama was a total

    hit.

    Exiting the dressing room, Lizetta found the corridor blocked with baskets of flowers from fans. Entering

    the restroom, a cleaner followed her in.

    While she was washing her hands, the cleaner, cleaning the counter, suddenly spoke.

    "Ms. Gardenia, be ready on the first

    night of the Summer City

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    performance. That night, the West family will hold a wee-back dinner for Ms. West. Ms. West will

    keep Mr. Dashiell busy, and someone will help you leave the country."

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    Lizetta''s movements stopped abruptly, her hands clenched. She took a deep breath before responding.

    "I got it. Please also tell the West

    family that my friend is fully aware of my departure. If they can''t ensure my safe exit from the country,

    or if I can''t contact my friend smoothly, she immediately inform

    Remington."

    Of course, Lizetta couldn''t fully trust Ste or the West family. But if something happened to her, it''d

    leave a thorn in Remington''s heart.

    Ste, wanting to be with Remington and being so cautious even about sending her away, wouldn''t

    likely be fool enough to take such a big risk. After all, with her departure, Ste would have her chance.

    "I''ll convey Ms. Gardenia''s message."

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    The cleaningdy responded, and Lizetta turned off the water, dried her hands, and stepped out.

    Days flew by in a blink, and on the eve of Lizetta''s departure to Summer City, Remington''s car once

    again stopped at the dancepany''s entrance.

    Tall and distinguished, Remington stood by his car, cradling a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

    They were roses, a refreshing shade of green, unique, understated, and elegant. They matched his

    demeanor perfectly. Lizetta recognized them instantly as the rare matcha forest roses.

    She froze in ce until Remington approached, offering her the roses with a voice as soft as the

    breeze.

    "Here''s your bouquet. Still mad at me?"

    Taking the flowers, Lizetta felt a lump in her throat and a sting in her eyes. She lowered her head to

    smell them and then looked up at him, smiling gently.

    "They''re beautiful. The first flowers you''ve ever given me."

    Remington saw she was happy, his lips rxing into a relieved smile as he yfully tapped her head.

    "Nonsense, I''ve given you flowers before, about twelve or thirteen years ago."

    Lizetta paused, and then remembered.

    He was talking about his high school days. Mr. Dashiell was the golden boy, talented and handsome,

    naturally attracting many admirers.

    But he was aloof, and many girls only dared to secretly send him flowers and love letters.

    Remington rarely brought them home, but asionally, some would slip through to his bag, and

    sometimes, flowers would be secretly left at the Dashiell family''s doorstep.

    Those letters that slipped through, Litchi would excitedly open and read aloud to Remington. And those

    secretly ced flowers, which he intended to throw away, she insisted were too good to waste, once

    even arranging them.

    Afterward, Remington started giving all those flowers to her, more than just one or two bunches.

    As Lizetta thought back, her smile grew more yful; shaking her head, she said, "That''s not the

    same."

    "It''s all flowers. What''s the difference?" Remington raised an eyebrow.

    Lizetta thought to herself, of course, it was different. Did he give her those flowers back then because

    he liked her?

    But she didn''t voice her thoughts, afraid to delve deeper. Instead, she clutched the bouquet tighter and

    headed towards the car first.

    Perhaps to make up for thest unpleasant visit, today Remington hade to pick her up himself.

    As Lizetta settled into the passenger

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    seat, on their way back to Oakridge Heights, she couldn''t help but ask him, "These flowers are quite

    special. Did you pick them out yourself?"

    The flower''s meaning was eternal love, a love for a lifetime.

    "Cedric rmended them."

    Remington nced at Lizetta, noticing her evident joy and thought to himself that this year''s bonus for

    Cedric could be doubled.

    "If you like them, I can have the florist deliver a bunch to our house every day."

    Lizetta stroked the petals, shaking her head, "You really don''t understand women. Getting them too

    often would take away the surprise." Remington, with a nonmittal furrow of his brow, replied, "As

    you say."

    Seeing his good mood, Lizetta brought up her departure to Summer City the next morning.

    "How long will you be gone? After Summer City, where else will you go?"

    Remington''s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. He was aware of the tour. Indeed, that was

    why he hade to pick her up. Before arriving, he''d even debated whether to insist she stay.

    He didn''t want her to go on tour at all. Her pregnancy was bing more visible, and he couldn''t be at

    peace not having her in sight. The thought of her leaving Zion City unsettled him out of no reason.

    Buttely, she seemed happiest when dancing at the troupe. At this moment, her demeanor towards

    him was much softer and more amicable than it''d been in a while, a rare period of ease and happiness.

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    Their rtionship had been strained, and if he objected, she''d likely be upset and unhappy again.

    After a moment of silence, not wanting to disturb this rare harmony, Remington abruptly pulled the car

    over to the side of the road.

    Once the car stopped, he reached

    out, hisrge hand grasping Lizetta''s neck to pull her close, "You can go, but remember, you''re my

    woman, Lizetta. Stay away from some people!"

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    Lizetta knew that when he mentioned "some people", he was talking about Jerome.

    It was almostughable to her. Remington himself was hell-bent on making up everything to Ste, as if

    trying to atone for all past mistakes.

    Her interactions with Jerome were minimal, yet he acted like a jealous husband at the slightest hint of

    closeness between them.

    Tugging her lips, she wanted to call him out for his hypocrisy.

    But she was leaving to avoid dragging anyone else into her mess, which was why she reached out to

    Jerome.

    Jerome had offered to help, and she already felt indebted to him. She worried that after she left,

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    So, facing Remington''s intense gaze andmanding tone, she hesitated before pressing down her

    emotions, simply saying.

    "You mean Mr. Madden? We''ve just met a few times. Thest time he sent flowers, it was meant for all

    the dancers, just a boss''s gesture. It was only because I''m pregnant and in a special situation that

    everyone decided to give their flowers to me. You''re reading too much into it."

    Remington''s features softened slightly, seeing her attempt at an exnation. But, as a man, his

    territorial instincts were innate. He could sense threats from his rivals instantly.

    Jerome''s intention could be seen through by Remington. Did Jerome really need to be personally in

    charge of a not so important dance troupe, given the numerous industries the Madden Group had been

    involved in?

    These thoughts Remington kept to himself, preferring Lizetta in the dark.

    He raised his hand, gently ran his fingers through Lizetta''s hair and steered the car back onto the road,

    saying, "Jerome was adopted by the Madden family, but he earned Nelson''splete trust and

    approval Ever wondered why?"

    Lizetta was stunned, "What? He''s not the current head of the Madden Group? And he''s adopted?"

    Seeing her surprise, Remington couldn''t help but sneer inwardly. Was Jerome keeping that a secret on

    purpose?

    "The Madden family was built from the ground up by Nelson, who was deeply in love with his wife.

    They had one precious daughter, Elsa, who brought her husband into the family.

    Elsa had a daughter who passed away early. The Maddens have a tradition of allowing sons-inw to

    live in their house, and Jerome was adopted early on, bing Florence''s future husband." Lizetta

    was shocked, unable to reconcile Jerome''s image with that of a foster son-inw.

    She scoffed, feeling a mix of repulsion and disbelief, and retorted, "You believe those rumors? When I

    was a kid, there were rumors about me being Lucian''s future wife." "Who said that?" Remington

    frowned slightly.

    He knew the elders had tried to arrange her and Lucian to be together but was unaware of such

    distasteful rumors.

    "It started in school somehow. Because of the teasing, Lucian couldn''t stand the embarrassment, and

    that''s why we never got along since we were kids."

    Remington cast a side-nce at Lizetta and said, "You were raised by me. Even if you were

    considered as the future wife, it was meant for me, not him!"

    Mentioning Lucian brought back years of misunderstanding and the altered diary. He still held the

    grudge. A chill tinged Remington''s voice, his possessiveness barely concealed.

    Lizetta felt breathless under his intense gaze and turned away, saying, "Focus on the road!"

    Remington looked ahead, eventually steering the conversation back, "Florence is haughty and

    tyrannical A couple of years ago, the actress Kimberley was linked with Jerome twice, leading to

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    cklisting her."

    Lizetta had enjoyed Kimberley''s work and was a fan. Suddenly, Kimberley was gued by scandals,

    labeled a mistress, and shamed publicly, disappearing quickly from the limelight. Lizetta''s eyes

    widened, and she turned to Remington, her curiosity aze.

    "What''s the truth then? Were truth

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    Kimberley and Jerome really an item? And were those scandals

    about Kimberley true? And since et

    Kimberley doesn''t act, where''s he now? She isn''t hidden away by Jerome, is she?"

    Remington had no idea about the truth; he felt she was missing the point. He tapped the steering wheel

    lightly, saying ndly, "In any case, Jerome is taken. Keeping your distance is for your own good."

    "OK, got it," Lizetta replied nonchntly. She wasn''t close with Jerome, and besides, she was about to

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    Back to Oakridge Heights.

    Fresh out of the shower, Remington descended the stairs only to find Lizetta gently bending over to

    ce roses into a pristine white vase by the living room''s floor-to-ceiling window.

    She was dressed in a simple loose pink loungewear, her long hair slightly cascading beside her

    cheeks, eyes lowered with a serene, soft smile on her face.

    Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a vast expanse of twilight sky framed her figure, as if she was a

    part of the painting.

    Remington paused on the staircase, unknowingly captivated for who knew how long.

    The next day.

    Lizetta stepped out, Lina trailing with luggage in tow.

    At the doorway, Lizetta hesitated, turning back for onest silent nce at Oakridge Heights.

    "Mrs. Dashiell?"

    "Let''s go," hearing Lina''s call, Lizetta turned and hastened to catch up.

    But just as they left the foyer, Remington appeared, striding towards her with Ray and a few

    bodyguards in tow.

    Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat, while the man had already stopped in front of her.

    "Why are you back?"

    He was supposed to be at thepany for meetings all morning. His sudden return, with bodyguards

    no less, had Lizetta feeling both anxious and guilty.

    "I came back just to see you off. I''ve asked Ray to have someone apany you."

    Remington flicked a nce at Ray, who stepped forward with four bodyguards. Lizetta clenched her

    fists secretly, worried Remington might''ve sensed something amiss.

    Her expression remained unruffled, and she frowned, saying, "No need, having Lina with me is enough.

    I''m going to a performance, and I''m not the only one in the dance troupe. Having a bunch of

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    "Worried about me getting into trouble?" Remington looked down at Lizetta, a faint smile ying on his

    lips.

    Lizetta bit her lip, neither nodding nor denying, seemingly too shy to admit. At the sight of this,

    Remington''s smile deepened.

    Knowing his arrangements, Lizetta realized refusing to take any bodyguard would be futile. She then

    suggested, "Just let him follow me then. We really don''t need more people."

    She casually pointed at a bodyguard.

    Remington studied her for a moment, already having ns to head to Summer City after attending the

    West family''s dinner tonight.

    He signaled to the chosen bodyguard, "Omar, take good care of her."

    "Rest assured, Mr. Dashiell."

    Omar stepped forward, taking the luggage from Lina''s hands.

    Remington wrapped an arm around Lizetta as they approached the car. Before getting in, she turned

    and gave Remington a quick hug. Remi, goodbye.

    She said to herself, and then quickly let go and got into the car.

    Remington was momentarily stunned by her sudden embracep even though that was just a gentle hug,

    he still felt an unexpected rush, his heart skipping a beat like what a love-struck teenager would react.

    By the time he regained hisposure, Lizetta was already seated in the car, which slowly drove off,

    eventually disappearing from his view.

    During the night, the West family''s mansion was aze with lights, the return of the West family''s

    daughter having been the talk of the town for over a month.

    Ste had been busy reacquainting

    herself with social etiquettes and catching up on various subjects, making hospital visits. Tonight

    marked her first public appearance in Zion City''s elite circle.

    The West family ced great importance on the event. Before the dinner, Ste was adorned in jewels,

    wearing a custom-made red mermaid dress with ck velvet long gloves, cleverly concealing any

    imperfections on her fingers, if not looking at it closely, people wouldn''t notice.

    She wore aplete set of diamond jewelry, eagerly peering outside from the second-floor window.

    She was anticipating Remington''s arrival; tonight was her moment to shine. Thinking of making a grand

    entrance with Remington amidst guests'' blessings, and knowing Lizetta would be out of sight in

    Summer City, Ste could hardly hide her excitement. "Miss, Mr. Dashiell has arrived."

    A ck Bentley smoothly entered the West family''s courtyard; a servant pointed out.

    Ste had already spotted him, her face lighting up with a sweet smile as she lifted her dress and

    hurried outside.

    As Remington, in a sleek ck suit, stepped out of the car, Ste emerged from the foyer. Thest light

    faded from the sky, and the courtyard lights illuminated her radiant smile. Meanwhile, at Summer City''s

    airport, above the runway filled with immense rectangr strip lights, a ne took off slowly,

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    "Remington,e on in. Mom and Dad are waiting for you," Ste said with a smile, stepping forward

    to loop her arm through his. Remington deftly sidestepped her advance, closing the car door himself,

    and replied with a nod, "Congrattions. Let''s head inside." Ste''s attempt to link arms fell short, and

    withdrew her hand; she didn''t seem disturbed. Lifting her face, she said with a smile.

    "I hope you don''t find it silly, but it''s been ages since I''ve been to anything like this. My memories of

    these events are so hazy; I''m actually quite nervous. I''m so d you''re here, though. Seeing you

    makes me feel a bit more at ease."

    Chatting away, they entered the vi.

    The guests hadn''t quite filled up the ce when Martin, supporting Luna, came over. The couple was

    glowing, and even Luna looked much better, not needing her wheelchair today.

    "Remington, you made it. Could you please escort Ste for the entrance?" Barbara asked pleadingly,

    holding onto Remington''s arm with a hopeful look.

    "Godmother, for something this important, it''s better if Godfather escorts Ste."

    Ste looked down, her spirits dampened by his refusal.

    "Remington, I twisted my ankle a few days ago. Trying to navigate those stairs might end up being a bit

    awkward. We wouldn''t want to embarrass Ste, would we?" Martin chimed in. Remington noticed

    Martin''s difficulty in walking with his left foot and frowned slightly.

    "The n is for Mr. West to escort Ms. West down the grand staircase under the spotlight. But with Mr.

    West''s ankle, the stairs might prove challenging," the butler exined.

    Ste, noticing Remington''s reluctance, quickly said, "Dad, if Remington doesn''t want to, let''s not

    pressure him. Maybe I can manage on my own. It''s just I''m nervous about possibly tripping up. It''s my

    first time wearing such high heels, and walking in them feels so awkward. If only my brother were here,

    he would stay with me."

    Remembering Quentin''s regret-filled departure, Remington looked at the anxious Ste and said, "I''ll

    be by your side."

    Ste''s eyes lit up.

    "Then, Remington, why don''t you go upstairs with Ste now? Let the makeup artist give her onest

    touch-up. I might not see it, but I know my daughter will be the most beautiful tonight, right,

    Remington?" Barbara asked with a smile.

    Gazing at Ste, Remington replied absent-mindedly.

    She indeed looked radiant in her red dress, while Lizetta''s exquisite face shed through Remington''s

    mind.

    As a child, Lizetta''s attire was selected by Fiona, who loved to dress her in red. Grown up, Lizetta had

    never worn such a vivid red again.

    She looked good in red when she was young; must look breathtaking if wearing it now. Remington was

    considering getting her that kind of dress only for him to see.

    Lost in thought, he found his gaze lingering on Ste longer than intended.

    Ste felt his stare, her cheeks flushing bashfully; eyes downcast, she suggested, "Shall we go

    upstairs?"

    Lifting her dress helm, she turned and hurried upstairs, her retreat filled with a shy urgency. Remington

    came back to the reality, feeling nothing but baffled at her sudden dash.

    Ten minutester, as guests started

    to fill the venue, Ste sat before the makeup artist for final touches, aiming for perfection. Her gaze,

    however, was fixed on the man lounging on the sofa nearby through the mirror.

    Dressed in a sleek ck suit that highlighted his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, which

    were crossed, he sat with an air of effortless nobility, his hand fiddling with the phone. His casual pose

    belied an innate grace, making him the focal point of female desires and conquests alike.

    Ste had been cautious these days, hiding her intentions, but now her desire was harder to mask. She

    bit her lip, smiling.

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    "Remington, could you get me an orange candy? I''m still a bit nervous."

    As a kid, Ste was used to having candies to cope with nervousness.

    Looking up, Remington met her gaze in the mirror; her yful wink was all too clear. The deliberate

    flirtation was unmistakable even to a man not easily swayed.

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    Ste''s smile brightened, but at the next moment, she saw Remington heading toward the exit.

    Her surprise was evident as she pointed to a table nearby, "The candy is right there."

    Without looking back, Remington replied in an indifferent tone, "I need to make a call."

    Ste panicked, quickly standing and following him, "Remington!"

    But he''d already shut the door behind him, a bit too forcefully, causing Ste to nearly collide with it.

    His refusal to let her follow couldn''t have been clearer. Ste frowned, wondering if Remington had

    noticed something amiss.

    Outside.

    Remington made his way to the terrace at the end of the corridor, bumping into a waiter carrying drinks

    along the way.

    He casually picked up a ss of red wine and stepped out to the terrace. The breeze was chilly, and he

    felt an inexplicable restlessness.

    Taking a sip of the wine, Remington nced at his watch, right as Lizetta''s show was about to start.

    He turned around, his tall body leaning back against the railing which supported his right crooked arm,

    the wine ss swaying in his hand. He then opened a streaming site on his phone.

    Just as the curtains on the screen began to part, a slight smile yed on his lips. But in the next

    second, that smile shattered like thin ice, reced by a sudden chill.

    Lizetta was nowhere to be seen on stage!

    In her ce stood a stranger.

    A sense of dread washed over Remington as countless details raced through his mind. Almost

    simultaneously, his phone rang.

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    As the man picked it up, Omar''s voice came through, tinged with panic, "Mr. Dashiell, Mrs. Dashiell''s

    gone!"

    The wine ss in Remington''s hand shattered.

    As the wine mixed with blood dripped onto the marble floor, Remington was already dashing back

    indoors.

    Meanwhile, music filled the hall as Ste, holding up her dress, approached Remington, "Remington,

    it''s our turn."

    She smiled, standing at the top of the stairs, looking at him as he hurried toward her.

    Her heart raced as she reached out to him, full of hope. But as he emerged from the shadows, his face

    stern and frosty, Ste''s smile froze.

    The lights suddenly went out, spotlight hitting them.

    All eyes turned to them as a

    romantic piano melody filled the air,

    and Ste forced a smile. But

    Remington seemed not to see her,

    passing by as if she wasn''t there, heading downstairs. S

    "Remington! Where are you going?"

    Ste called after him, reaching for him, her voice a whisper, "Remington, wait for me; please don''t

    embarrass me."

    However, he was too fast, she couldn''t sessfully reach him, and her pleas couldn''t make him stop or

    look back.

    As they moved, both of them arrived at the spiral staircase; they became the center of attention, yet

    quickly drawing apart.

    The gaffer, confused, didn''t know whom to follow, his light darting around aimlessly.

    Finally, as Remington passed across

    the foyer and stormed out in no time, the spotlight settled on Ste now alone and panicked. She

    stumbled and fell down the stairs, to

    the shock and murmurs of the l.ne

    crowd.

    Among them, Ynda, with her phone out, gloated while recording the scene.

    "Wow, Ms. West sure knows how to make an entrance, doesn''t she? A real face-nt."

    ne

    Ynda was there with Cassius as his plus-one, curious to see how Remington and Ste were able to

    hold the party smoothly with Lizetta''s departure.

    Now, it seemed that the trip was worth it. Fantastic, she loved it.

    "What''s wrong with Remi?" Cassius was somewhat shocked by Remington''s dark demeanor.

    Ynda turned to him, "Ever heard of the three great tragedies of a man''s life?"

    Ynda counted off on her fingers, "Impotence, failure, and his wife running off with someone else."

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    Summer City was near to Zion City, only a two-hour drive.

    A convoy of luxury cars sped through the night, with one man sitting in one of them and making call

    after call. His grim profile reflected against the window made Ray, sitting in the passenger seat, too

    nervous to even breathe too loudly.

    The Lee family were the big fish in Summer City, looking to expand their territory up north, but that was

    Remington territory. If the Lees wanted a piece of the pie, they needed Remington''s say-so. They

    weren''t exactly ying by the book, and Remington had already turned them down once. But now, Ray

    heard that Remington was back in touch with the Lees.

    Remington was willing to make concessions, willing to turn Summer City upside down if it meant finding

    his wife.

    After wrapping up a few urgent calls, Remington turned to Ray.

    "Was Ynda at the West family dinner?"

    "Yeah, Mr. Sterling brought her along."

    Remington''s voice was cold, "Send some of our best to keep an eye on her!"

    If Lizetta had vanished of her own free will, Ynda would''ve known about it beforehand. Even if she

    didn''t know where Lizetta was, thetter would surely reach out to her eventually. Given that Lizetta

    was pregnant with Daisy, and Ynda was like a sister to her, it wasn''t out of the question that Ynda

    might''ve left to help her take care of Daisy.

    They needed to watch her closely.

    "Will do. Do you think Mrs. Dashiell plotted it and left voluntarily, Mr. Dashiell?" Ray ventured.

    Mrs. Dashiell was just missing for now; nothing was certain yet. Was it possible she''d been kidnapped?

    But Remington''s focus on Ynda seemed to suggest he believed Mrs. Dashiell had left of her own

    ord.

    Remington closed his eyes, haunted by Lizetta''s unusual behavior these past few days. Her

    unexpected gentleness, how she cherished the flowers he gave her yesterday, and that tender hug

    before she left in the morning.

    He thought after a month, she was finally moving past the displeasure in their wedding, that his efforts

    of being herpany were making a difference, that she was warming up to him.

    But it appeared she''d been nning to leave all along, to escape him and take their Daisy far away!

    The realization felt like a gaping hole

    in his chest, a chilling wind slicing through, freezing his blood, a slow, excruciating pain that drove him

    to the brink of madness yet left him feeling powerless.

    His lips went pale, "Huh, is staying by my side so unbearable for her?"

    She''d rather struggle on her own, pregnant and alone, than remain "Mrs. Dashiell"? Remington''sugh

    was bitter, the sound chill to the bone, sending shivers down the spine.

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    His little girl had really grown up, thinking she could just disappear from his world like that! Never!

    He''d made it clear; he wouldn''t allow her to leave. Once he found her, he''d teach her a lesson!

    "Ynda knows how to handle herself, and she''s got a temper. If she gets hurt, Mrs. Dashiell might get

    angry once she returns."

    Sighing, Ray said in concern, seeing that Remington had dismissed the possibility of Lizetta being

    kidnapped.

    Remington opened his eyes, a blood-red fury in them; he replied coldly, Angry? Ha, she''s already

    angry, tricking me, fleeing from me. If she doesn''t love me anymore, let here back and hate me

    then!"

    If hatred could keep someone close, he''d bring her back to be his bitter half.

    Ray, witnessing the man''s chilling obsession and crazed determination, was frightened. He made the

    call without furtherment.

    But then, Remington''s phone rang incessantly, calls from Ste and Martin.

    Remington ignored them twice, but Ste called again. Remington stared at the screen, a shadow

    crossing his face as he answered.

    "Remington, why did you suddenly

    leave? Your behavior earlier spooked everyone, there''s a lot of talk, and I fell trying to catch up to you.

    What''s going on? I''m really worried about yott."

    "You have no idea what''s happened?" Remington''s voice cut through the silence.

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    Ste''s grip on her phone tightened, her voice steady but filled with shock.

    "How would I know? You left in such a hurry. Is something wrong at the office?"

    "Liz is missing."

    "What? Wasn''t Liz performing in Summer City? How could she just vanish?"

    "She disappeared right before the show."

    "Where could she have gone? Do you think she''s upset because you were with me at the dinner and

    couldn''t be there for her performance?"

    Ste spoke with a soft, soothing tone, her words earnest. Yet, her palm was sweaty, and her eyes

    darkened.

    Her wee-back dinner had turned into a farce.

    After Remington left, even though her parents tried their best to lighten the mood, the guests couldn''t

    stop specting.

    Some guests, noticing Remington''s departure, looked down on her even more. She overheard a few

    ladies mocking her, saying she was more of a country bumpkin than ever, unable to even wear high

    heels properly.

    Ste, struggling to keep her emotions in check, added, "Is Liz''s phone off too? Don''t worry too much,

    Remington. Once we find her, I''ll help you exin."

    "Alright." Remington''s eyes were cold, yet he responded gently, "Sorry to disturb your wee-back

    dinner. I''ll make it up to you with a giftter."

    Hearing him say that, Ste felt a sigh of relief, her voice lightening a bit, "It''s okay. Just focus on

    finding Liz first. Girls need to be coddled sometimes. You talk to her. I won''t bother you anymore. And

    take care of yourself, okay?"

    Remington hummed softly, his voice warm. But his handsome face was devoid of any warmth, his

    voice and demeanor strangely disconnected.

    After hanging up, Remington instructed Ray, "Keep a close watch on the West family."

    Ray turned around, "Do you think this has something to do with the West family?"

    Remington wasn''t sure if Lizetta had run away on her own. But he found Ste''s response odd.

    Besides, he told her Lizetta was missing. Most people would think of an ident or kidnapping first.

    Yet Ste, who''d been kidnapped before, immediately thought Lizetta had hidden away in anger.

    Remington found it strange but couldn''t rule out the possibility that Lizetta''s disappearance made him

    feel everyone was suspicious now.

    He reached out and massaged the bridge of his nose, "Barbara wants me to marry Ste. The West

    family has a motive. Check where Hogan and Jerome are too. Liz couldn''t have vanished into thin air

    without anyone''s help!"

    Still, Remington hoped it was Lizetta''s solo n, without any aplices. That way, she couldn''t have

    gone far and would be found soon.

    Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed. They searched all over Summer City but found no trace of

    Lizetta.

    The venue''s surveince was conveniently down during Lizetta''s disappearance, with too many people

    backstage to narrow down suspects, and the bustling city streets offered no clues.

    Summer City, a bustling port in

    Havenport, with its myriad exits and

    checkpoints like docks, train

    stations, airports, had all been thoroughly searched to no avail.

    Lizetta had vanished as if into thin

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    air.

    When Remington and his men broke into Jerome''s temporary office in Summer City, Jerome was

    leisurely sitting at his desk, clipping a cigar.

    Hearing themotion, Jerome looked up, meeting the gaze of the men who entered - one rxed

    and the other icy cold.

    "Mr. Dashiell, such anger might scare people off. Cool down, have a cigar?" Jerome offered the freshly

    cut cigar, raising an eyebrow.

    Remington didn''t take it, instead swiftly grabbing Jerome by the cor and yanking him up from his

    chair, his voice stern.

    "My wife was perfectly fine with her dance troupe before she disappeared. Don''t you think you owe me

    an exnation, Mr. Madden? Where is she?!"

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    Who else was involved in this mess, Remington couldn''t say for sure. But he was convinced Jerome

    had to know something. After all, Lizetta went missing from the dance troupe. Remington''s gaze turned

    icy, and as time ticked by without any leads, his restlessness and frustration grew, igniting a fire within

    him that only burned fiercer.

    "Mr. Dashiell, I''m truly sorry about Mrs. Dashiell''s disappearance. I called the cops right away and

    made sure everyone in the troupe cooperated with your investigation. The show almost fell apart

    without her. Honestly, I was hoping you could tell me where your wife has gone off to."

    Jerome caught Remington''s hand as it clenched his cor.

    Both men appeared calm, but their arm muscles strained against each other, veins bulging on the

    backs of their hands.

    Just as the tension was about to erupt, Ray''s voice cut through, "Mr. Dashiell, a letter for you. Seems

    like it''s from your wife."

    Remington abruptly let go of Jerome and turned to take the letter from Ray. The envelope bore

    Remington''s name, unmistakably in Lizetta''s handwriting.

    "The letter was in a package sent from Zion City, addressed to you. Looks like Mrs. Dashiell mailed it

    from there, timing it just so," Ray mentioned as Remington tore open the envelope.

    The letter was brief, a few lines on a single sheet of paper, but Remington read it slowly, his eyes

    darkening as if stained with blood. All of a sudden, he crumpled the letter in his fist and stormed out.

    "Take care, Mr. Dashiell," Jerome called out nonchntly.

    Remington paused, turning back. Jerome had resumed his seat behind the desk, straightening his

    rumpled shirt, his voice slightly chilled.

    "Seems Mrs. Dashiell left on her own ord. Next time you visit, Mr. Dashiell, I''d expect more civility.

    This isn''t the kind of ce you can just barge into."

    "If my wife is missing and you, Mr. Madden, yed any part in it, I won''t let it go!" Remington''s eyes

    were icy, his presence almost menacing.

    But Jerome just offered a faint smile, "Women leave when they feel insecure. Perhaps, Mr. Dashiell,

    you should look inward for reasons."

    Remington''s jaw clenched tight, his eyes looking as if fury brewed inside, a coldugh escaping him.

    "Florence always makes a scene, probably feels insecure too. Maybe you should get your own house

    in order first, Mr. Madden!"

    With that, he left with his entourage.

    Once in the car, Ray asked cautiously, "Mr. Dashiell, where to now?"

    Remington leaned back, the brief letter still in his grip.

    "Back to Zion City," he finally said, voice weary.

    "Not looking anymore?" Ray sounded surprised.

    Remington opened his eyes, "She must''ve left Summer City by now. Any traces here have been wiped

    clean. No point in looking."

    But of course, the search would go on. There would be clues somewhere. He wouldn''t give up!

    As Ray drove off, instructing their

    team in Summer City to pull out, Remington looked down at the wrinkled letter, his hand trembling as

    he tried to crush it. Yet, he couldn''t bring himself to do it and instead, unfolded it once more, his gaze

    falling on the few lines.

    [Remington, leaving was my decision. Please, don''t me

    anyone. I''m just so tired, and

    you''ve never been happy

    know

    wer.

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    A good marriage, a good love, it''s about equals. But we are worlds apart, a mistake from the start.

    You are like the moon, and I strain to reach you, thinking I''m close, yet it''s all an illusion.

    You always give me hope, and then leave me with disappointment. And in that disappointment, I''ve

    learned to let go.

    Withdrawing my dependence, taking

    back my tove, without love or hatred,

    letting go might just be the best oue for us. Even if it''s with regret, it''s better than tormenting each

    other, drowning in tears.]

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    "I''m gone, please don''t look for me. I wish you happiness."

    Remington stared at thest two lines, his lips pressed tightly together.

    She said not to look for her. She wished him happiness.

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    But Liz, you took my heart with you. How am I supposed to find happiness without you?

    Liz danced year-around and had a good physique.

    A twenty-hour flight shouldn''t have been a big deal for her.

    Yet, for some unknown reason, Lizetta, who had never suffered from motion sickness, started feeling

    queasy as soon as the ne took off.

    She threw up almost everything she had eaten and felt exhausted for the entire journey. Fortunately,

    she dozed offter, but even in her sleep, she was anything but peaceful.

    She was having a nightmare, one filled with darkness.

    A man''s figure approached her menacingly, his eyes ring crimson as he interrogated her.

    "Liz, where are you taking my child?"

    She shook her head, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.

    "Why are you leaving! Haven''t I told you never to leave me? Why aren''t you listening?"

    Trembling, Liz struggled to breathe. Suddenly, her hand found a knife, and she stabbed at the man in

    desperation.

    Blood, thick blood, flowed out as the man fell to the ground.

    Panicked, she tried to retreat but was caught by the man grabbing her ankle.

    "Liz, don''t try to escape from me! You can''t escape; wherever you go, I will always bring you back!"

    "Ms. Gardenia? Wake up, we''re about tond."

    Liz was jolted awake by a sudden tug on her coat, gasping for air, feeling that Remington''s cold voice

    still echoed in her ears.

    Her face turned pale as she looked at the man beside her.

    He was Ryan, of average height and ordinary looks, smiled politely at Lizetta.

    But his eyes made Lizetta ufortable. She wasn''t sure if it was because she hadn''t fully recovered

    from the nightmare, but she felt a chill from him.

    He was sent by the West family, along with another tall man.

    Their task was to escort her to Evercrestia and provide her with a new identity.

    Liz nodded at the man and began to pack her things.

    But she didn''t have much luggage, just arge backpack.

    After getting off the ne, Lizetta held her stomach and told Ryan, "I''m still feeling sick. I need to use

    the restroom again."

    "Ms. Gardenia, hold on a bit longer. Our contact should be here already; we''ll take you to the hotel

    soon."

    Lizetta looked pained as she covered her mouth, "I really feel terrible."

    Her face looked pale, and she had been vomiting on the ne. Ryan had no choice but toply.

    "In that case, Ms. Gardenia, please hurry."

    Liz nodded and rushed into the restroom and entered a stall. Quickly she took off her clothes and

    retrieved the prepared wig and clothes from her backpack, swiftly

    changing her outfit.

    to

    Transforming her appearance and physique wasn''t too hard for a professional dancer.

    When Lizetta walked out, her appearance drastically altered.

    At first nce, she was unrecognizable as a bulky, middle-aged blonde woman, her skin color hidden

    by a hat and gloves.

    Ryan, who was on the phone nearby, asionally nced at the restroom door. Lizetta guessed he

    was contacting with the tall man. Most likely, the tall person had gone out to meet the contact.

    Lizetta quickly caught up with the woman ahead, creating the illusion they were together.

    She sessfully evaded Ryan''s notice.

    Thinking about Ryan''s mention of the contact waiting at the entrance, Lizetta deliberately chose a

    different exit.

    But just as she was looking for a

    cab, amotion behind her caught her attention. She saw the tall man

    pushing through the crowd,

    seemingly searching in her direction.

    Lizetta''s face paled, and she pressed her hat down, darting away in panic.

    But she had only taken a few steps when a car suddenly stopped beside her. The door opened, and

    someone quickly covered her mouth before dragging her inside.

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    "Mmm!"

    Lizetta was terrified, struggling fiercely, but the person binding her from behind hushed her.

    "Don''t freak out, Ms. Gardenia! My boss is Jerome, I mean no harm."

    It was a woman''s voice.

    Lizetta abruptly stopped all movement, and gradually rxed.

    She tapped on the woman''s hand that was covering her mouth, indicating that she wouldn''t scream.

    The woman behind her indeed released her grip. Lizetta turned around, her heart still racing.

    "You''re really with Jerome? But I don''t get it."

    Lizetta eyed the woman intently. She seemed to be in her thirties with short, neat hair.

    "Ms. Gardenia, you can call me Dora. Mr. Jerome hired me to look out for you. I''ve been here since you

    boarded the ne." "But why would he?" Lizetta''s guard was still up.

    She was even more puzzled because she didn''t think she was that close to Jerome.

    She couldn''t help but recall what Remington had told her before. Could Jerome actually harbor other

    intentions toward her?

    But how could that be?

    "I''m not sure about that, I''m just here to ensure Ms. Gardenia''s safety. Mr. Madden will get in touch with

    you soon. You might ask him directly. This ce isn''t safe, let''s leave first." Dora exined. Lizetta

    nodded, not doubting her words.

    After all, Dora seemed capable, and Lizetta was alone. If Dora really wanted to harm her, she could

    have done it earlier without needing to deceive her.

    They quickly drove off, and Lizetta, pulling her hat down, nced back towards the airport entrance.

    She saw Ryan and a tall guy with about four or five rough-looking men still searching. Ryan was

    cursing, visibly agitated.

    Lizetta turned her head, feeling cold all over.

    She wasn''t naive enough to think Ste had brought all those people just to protect her.

    Clearly, bringing so many people was to prevent her from escaping, and what they nned to do

    afterward was anyone''s guess.

    Lizetta had previously thought that the Wests would consider Remington and not dare harm her.

    And she had already given up her position to Ste by leaving, and thought it was enough. But it

    seemed she was too naive. Thankfully, she hadn''tpletely trusted the Wests and had made her

    escape at the first opportunity.

    An hour

    Soldater, Lizetta was settled in a

    safe cottage, sipping on a

    warm coffee Dora

    made for her, waiting for

    call.

    Lizetta expressed her gratitude sincerely, then directly voiced her confusion.

    "Mr. Madden, may I ask why you''re helping me like this?"

    She felt she wouldn''t be able to sleep peacefully without clearing this up.

    Jerome''s voice was smooth and amused, "What do you think? You reckon I''m trying to hide a

    sweetheart in avish abode?"

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    Lizetta''s breath hitched, and then she heardughter from the other end.

    "Really? I didn''t realize you were quite narcissistic."

    Although his words made Lizetta blush and feel embarrassed, they also relieved her, and her tone

    lightened a bit.

    "Mr. Madden, anyone would be frightened to believe such a joke."

    "Lizetta, you remind me a bit of an elder I know."

    "An elder? Must be a pretty important one to Mr. Madden, huh?"

    Lizetta''s lips curved up, realizing she might have overthought things.

    If a man had any intentions towards a woman, he might say she reminds

    him of a younger sister or reminds

    love, but definitely not an elder.

    "Yes, someone who changed my fate. But, thought after spending time together, we could consider

    ourselves friends. Hamilton has also repeatedly asked me to look out for yout, and I agreed."

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    "Since I know you''ve left, I have a responsibility to ensure your safety. I can''t rest easy if something

    happens to you. It''s not difficult for me to arrange for someone to protect and take care of you covertly."

    Upon hearing Jerome''s words, Lizetta''s heartpletely rxed.

    She thought to herself that, even though she looked good, she was now a pregnant woman. Someone

    like Jerome has probably seen all kinds of beauties. How could he possibly be interested in a pregnant

    woman?

    She expressed her gratitude again and added, "Mr. Madden, I''ve actually reached out to a friend from

    college. She''s studying here now and has already found me a ce to stay. I''ll just move in with her."

    Indeed, Lizetta had made ns with her friend. Without any arrangements, she wouldn''t dare venture

    out in her condition.

    However, Jerome interjected, "Given that the Wests are still looking for you, you''re notpletely safe

    now. If you go to your friend, you might inadvertently put her in danger. Besides, Remington hasn''t

    given up looking for you. With his resources, it''s only a matter of time before he checks your old

    acquaintances and locates this friend of yours."

    Biting her lip, Lizetta had to admit Jerome had a point.

    Clutching her phone a bit tighter, she finally asked, "Hasn''t he given up searching? Has it caused you

    any trouble?"

    "He scoured Summer City for an entire day and night, and has now returned to Zion City. You can rest

    assured in the ce I''ve arranged for you, and let Dora take care of you. Should you still feel uneasy,

    you''re wee to resume dancing at Madden Dance Studio, how does that sound?"

    "Of course, that''s no problem at all."

    After hanging up, Lizetta turned to gaze out the window, lost in thought.

    She had left Remington a note. Leaving was her way of showing her stance.

    Remington was always so proud, and with Ste by his side, there was no need for him to persist in

    searching for her.

    Was it because of Daisy, or was it because he couldn''t stand that she was the one to leave first?

    Whatever the reason, he wouldn''t keep searching forever.

    In this world, no one is truly indispensable.

    Just like her past self, she once believed Remington was her entire world. However, now, although

    thoughts of him stilly heavy on her heart, she had learned the art of letting go.

    With these thoughts, she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her belly.

    It felt like a little fish had bumping against her stomach.

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    Stunned, Lizetta realized this was the first time she had felt the baby move so distinctly.

    Her eyes warmed up, and she suddenly reached out to touch her protruding belly. "Daisy? Are you

    trying tofort Mommy? You support Mommy''s decision, don''t you?"

    In Zion City.

    Ynda was being held in a hotel under the watchful eyes of

    Remington''s bodyguards. Surrounded by men in ck, she didn''t put up any resistance this time. She

    was sitting on the sofa in her ck evening gown, she casually enjoyed cupcakes on the sofa.

    The moment Remington walked in, looking weary yet imposing, Ynda''s eyes lit up. She tossed aside

    the seeds, pped her hands, and spoke without holding back, full

    ex

    "Mr. Dashiell, seems like you''ve returned empty-handed."

    Remington, cloaked in a ck trench coat, strode up to the sofa.

    His tall silhouette blocked the overhead light, casting a formidable shadow over her. The air around him

    was charged with a silent fury as he looked down at Ynda. "Ynda, don''t think I won''ty a hand on

    you! I''m asking you one more time, where did she go?"

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    Ynda sneered, "Isn''t Mr. Dashiell supposed to be all capable? Why bother asking me? Go find her

    yourself! No, you''d better stop searching. You won''t find Liz! I don''t know where she''s gone; but even if

    I did, I wouldn''t tell you. I won''t let you to harm her! You... Mmph!"

    With Ynda''s incendiary words, Remington''s eyes grew colder, and a murderous aura enveloping

    him.

    Cassius broke into a sweat for Ynda, and rushed over to cover her reckless mouth.

    "Remi, she''s just got a sharp tongue. I''ve already asked her; she really doesn''t know anything."

    Cassius was worried about Ynda. Since she was taken from the banquetst night, he had followed

    her here.

    Holding Ynda in his arms, he addressed Remington with urgency.

    He had known Remington for many years and had never seen him lose control like this. Ynda''s

    actions at this moment were beyond foolish.

    "There''s no need for you here! Mr. Sterling, please leave," Remington said coldly.

    Ray immediately stepped forward, reaching out to pull Cassius away.

    But the next second, Ynda shrugged off Cassius''s restraining grasp and aimed a kick at Ray.

    Ray dodged swiftly with a quick sidestep.

    Ynda then grabbed a porcin te of cupcakes from the table, and flung it at them. Remington

    remained motionless, unfazed, but caught the te with precision. Some cream spattered his stoic

    face, and the cakes fell to the ground.

    The atmosphere turned tensely silent in an instant.

    Cassius felt that at any moment that Ynda, in her fearlessness, was about to meet a violent end

    under Remington''s hand.

    He quickly got up from the sofa, stepping forward to snatch the te from Remington''s grasp.

    "Remi, I know you''re upset, but we need to stay calm here!"

    He was trying to douse the mes, but Ynda stood up, stoking the fire as she red at Remington

    and angrily said:

    "When Liz loved you, how did you treat her? At the time of that incident, Liz was only eighteen years

    old!

    Everyone called her shameless,

    climbing into your bed for a position, betraying kindness with ingratitude. Her reputation was ruined,

    and she

    was despised wherever she went.

    If it weren''t for her love for you, would she have chosen to marry you amidst all the nder and

    vilification?

    But look at you, you disappeared.

    Sure, you did marry her, but it would have been better if you hadn''t. For two whole years, you subjected

    her to emotional abuse and violence in your marriage. s?novel

    Do you have any idea? She even went through depression! There were times she could only sleep with

    the help of sleeping pills!" Remington''s fists suddenly clenched, his crimson eyes narrowing

    dangerously, a slight twitch in his jaw.

    His voice was hoarse, "Depression?"

    "Ha, you had no clue! Because you thought by giving her a few credit cards, buying her clothes and

    jewelry, and making her thedy of the Dashiell family, she should be grateful, right?"

    Ynda scoffed dismissively.

    Remington''s face turned pale, his grip on the te so tight that his veins bulged, causing the te to

    crack under the pressure.

    With a crash, it shattered.

    Blood mixed with porcin shards, dripping down.

    Cassius''s expression altered, and he turned to re at Ynda.

    "Will you just stop talking! Remi, let go, don''t you want your hand anymore?"

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    Cassius hurriedly tried to pry Remington''s hand open again.

    Cassius held the broken pieces of porcin in his palm, feeling a chill run down his spine.

    He was mad!

    "No, let her speak!"

    Remington, however, shook Cassius off, his voice trembling slightly.

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    He almost masochistically pondered how, in his ignorance and misunderstanding, he gradually cruelly

    extinguished the loving heart of the young girl.

    The man looked utterly wretched and crazed.

    But Ynda, tough and fearless as always, let out a light scoff.

    "Are those materialpensations really what Liz wanted? Liz''s schrships at school, the prize

    money from all those dancepetitions, they were more than enough for her to live on!

    Even if she doesn''t dance, do you know how many talent scouts have tried to recruit her with her

    looks? She had the capability to leave the Dashiell family long ago.

    Not to mention her talent. Her choreography andpositions have earned her millions of fans. Do

    you know why she refused to profit from her ''Against the Wind'' Twitter ount and only wanted to use

    it for charity?

    Because she was foolishly in love with you. She felt she owed everything to the Dashiell family, that

    she didn''t deserve it. That Twitter ount was set up just for you, many of herpositions were also

    for you, and she didn''t want tomercialize them.

    But how did you treat her? Do I need to remind you? You forced Liz to sell the song she made for you

    to the person she despised the most, all to promote Evelina Hawthorne! When she mentioned divorce,

    you even tried to silence her with 30 million."

    "Enough! For heaven''s sake, you can just stop talking?"

    Cassius saw Remington''s face turn an abnormal shade of pale, and the porcin shards in his hand

    were clenching as if he wanted to embed them into his flesh.

    If Ynda kept on, he was afraid Remington might literally be provoked to death.

    He urgently shouted to stop her.

    Remington''s eyes were bloodshot, but he stubbornly stared at Ynda, "Is there more?"

    Cassius desperately shook his head at Ynda, his hands sped in a pleading gesture.

    Seeing Remington''s frightening demeanor, Ynda worried that if she continued, something might

    actually happen to him.

    She took a deep breath, "Forget it, the past is the past. Now, Liz doesn''t love you anymore. What''s the

    point in trying to bring her back? It can''t be to see her suffer more, watching you and your childhood

    sweetheart y house, right? Remington, if you have any conscience left, stop bothering her. You have

    no right to!"

    Remington never knew that words could strangle a person.

    He looked at Ynda, but his thoughts were on Lizetta''s words from the past.

    She said, falling out was never an overnight process.

    He used to be unable to understand the diary which was written for him.

    She clearly loved him too, so why could she suddenly im not to?

    He pressured her, forced her, demanded her to continue loving him, using her love of being

    capricious and cheap.

    But in reality, he had gradually lost her gradually.

    Starting four years ago, he had been doing that.

    "Remi."

    Cassius saw Remington standing

    at expression tense, his e

    bloodshot. He cautiously

    called out.

    Remington then slowly withdrew his gaze,ughing self-deprecatingly as he lowered his head. He

    didn''t look at anyone again, nor did he press Ynda further.

    He turned and walked towards the door, his back still upright and solitary.

    But just as he stepped outside, his figure suddenly staggered and he fell forward.

    "Remi!"

    Cassius eximed, rushing after him.

    He saw Remington on one knee, his face as pale as thin paper.

    Cassius reached out to help, but Remington slowly stood up on his own. Pushing away Cassius''

    offered hand, he looked at him with a hoarse voice.

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    Remington returned to Oakridge Heights as the night hadpletely settled in.

    It had been two days and two nights since Lizetta left. Exhausted, the man stepped out of his car, only

    to be surprised by the lights on in the mansion. Remington trembled, his fists clenching suddenly.

    In a moment, his dim eyes seemed to fall into the Starlight Group. He quickened his pace, gradually

    turning into a run as he pushed open the entrance door. The living room was brightly lit, yet empty.

    Just as Remington was about to dash upstairs, he heard soundsing from the kitchen.

    He paused, quickly heading towards the kitchen.

    Standing at the kitchen entrance, he saw a slender figure at the counter, the kitchen dimly lit, casting a

    soft halo around the woman.

    Her hair fell in soft waves, shimmering gently in the light.

    For a moment, Remington felt a moment of dizziness and disbelief, his eyes burning, his voice hoarse

    to the extreme.

    "Honey."

    His voice startled the busy figure, who turned around with a beaming smile.

    But to Remington, it felt like his vision shattered, blown away by the wind.

    rity returned to his eyes. A whirlpool of disappointment and frustration swallowed him.

    It wasn''t Lizetta.

    It was Ste.

    Yes, the woman who had meticulously nned her departure, how could she suddenly change her

    mind and return to their home?

    "Remington, I''m sorry, did I disturb you?" Ste asked nervously.

    Remington quicklyposed himself, reaching to turn on the main light.

    The incandescent light illuminated the surroundings, casting light on the man''s cold and handsome

    features, his brows furrowed slightly.

    He questioned sternly, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

    Ste seemed startled by his icy tone, looking slightly uneasy.

    "Your mom brought me over. She went upstairs + knew Liz was missing, and you were worried and

    restless, not sleeping for the past two days. I was worried about you and brought some nutritious food

    for you. You hadn''t returned, sol thought I''d heat them up. Are you hungry? Shall I prepare you some

    soup first?" Ste''s eyes were full of concern as she smiled and asked.

    She stood there, resembling a wife waiting for her husband to return home, ready to offer care and

    comfort.

    But Remington thought of how Lizetta used to wait for him in the same way, day after day.

    He nced down, concealing the sorrow in his eyes, no longer looking at Ste, and said coldly.

    "Please leave."

    His tone was too cold, leaving Ste stiff and embarrassed.

    She thought with Lizetta gone, she''d have her chance, eagerly wanting to be the one tofort him in

    his time of distress.

    But Remington''s attitude towards her was even colder and more distant, keeping her at arm''s length.

    Biting her lip, she felt humiliated.

    Just then, Hanna''s voice came from

    the living room, "Remington, how

    can you talk to Ste like that? She

    cares about you. Did she do

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    something wrong by cooking for you and showing concern?"

    Remington turned to Hanna, "What are you doing here?"

    Hanna frowned, "Of course, I came. to see for myself if Lizetta really left!

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    a big deal, and you''ve been hiding it from the family!

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    I went upstairs, Lizetta''s things are still there. Did she really leave, or is she up to something?

    What about Joseph''s illness if she''s gone? Did she leave because she didn''t want to save Joseph?

    Remington, you must find her."

    Hanna''s face was full of anger as she continued to speak incessantly.

    Remington stood still, his shadow cast on the polished floor like a cold silhouette.

    His hand, hanging by his side, slowly clenched tighter.

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    The wound in the palm of his hand, which was left untreated, began to bleed again, the congealed

    blood dripping down along his fingers.

    "Remington, what happened to your hand? My God, you''re bleeding a lot."

    Ste hurried over, reaching for Remington''s bleeding hand.

    But before she could touch him, Remington abruptly raised his hand and pushed her away.

    Ste nearly stumbled backward, her face turning pale.

    "Remington." Her eyes reddened.

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    But Remington didn''t look at her, his gaze fixed on Hanna, a cold sneer pulling at his lips. "I was

    hesitating whether to bring her back or not. But now I think it''s better she''s gone, so our baby won''t be

    treated as a blood bag even before it''s born."

    Remington stepped forward, walking past Hanna, his voice cold. "I''ve decided to respect Liz''s wishes

    and not search for her anymore. As for your own son, you figure out how to save him. It''s not Liz''s

    responsibility!"

    With that, he strode upstairs,manding Lina, "Please ask them to leave and don''t just open the door

    to anyone next time."

    He climbed the stairs, and only then did Hanna react, her voice filled with shock and anger. "What do

    you mean by figuring it out myself? That''s your brother! Remington!"

    But Remington didn''t turn back, and when Hanna tried to follow, Lina stopped her.

    "Ma''am, you know the young master''s temper. Please, you and Ms. West should leave now."

    Hanna red at Lina while Ste stepped forward to soothe, "Aunt Hanna, let''s just go for now. Liz has

    left, and Remington is in a bad mood. He didn''t mean to upset you." Hanna held her head feeling dizzy,

    "Ste, do you think Remington has really given up on finding Lizetta?"

    Ste supported Hanna as they walked outside,forting her gently. "No, Remington cares too much

    about Joseph. Even if Lizetta has left, Remington will surely find another match for Joseph. Don''t worry,

    Aunt Hanna, I will also mobilize all of the West family''s resources to help find a suitable match."

    Ste''s eyes were filled with fervor, pondering Remington''s words. Could it be he''s genuinely

    disheartened and troubled, deciding to let Lizetta go and not search for her anymore? "You''re so kind,

    unlike Lizetta. Joseph trusted her so much, and the Dashiell family took her in; but the one time she

    could be of use, she heartlessly ran away."

    Ste pursed her lips and smiled, then nced back at Oakridge Heights.

    Tonight, Remington had sent her away, but it was because Lizetta had just left, and the man was

    drowning in regret and resentment.

    But men can''t stand loneliness, she believed. As long as Lizetta stayed away, she would eventually

    take her ce, bing the newdy of this house.

    Upstairs.

    Remington stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching Ste and Hanna leave the

    courtyard.

    As their car drove away, he picked

    up his phone and instructed,

    eli

    "Twenty days ago, Liz and Ste had coffee together at the caf¨¦ across from the hospital. Check the

    surveince footage from that day

    and ask if any of the staff overheard their conversation."

    At that time, Remington hadn''t thought much of seeing them together for coffee.

    But now, considering Lizetta always

    seemed to keep her distance from

    Ste, it was odd for them to share a

    coffee. It dawned on him that it was after that day that Lizetta''s attitude had changed somewhat,

    When she spoke to him, there were no longer barbs in every sentence, as if softening little by little.

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    After hanging up the phone, the man turned around, his gaze methodically sweeping through the

    bedroom.

    Hanna had said that Lizetta''s things were all still there, and indeed they were.

    A cashmere shawl she often wore was strewn across the sofa, and her vanity table was still cluttered

    with her frequently used belongings.

    Remington walked over, opening the jewelry box on the vanity. Inside, neatly arrayed, were the

    gardenia earrings, their wedding bands, and the pink diamond ne he had recently given her. She

    hadn''t taken any of it with her.

    Ynda mentioned that these items weren''t what Lizetta wanted, but having themid out in front of

    him felt like a silent p across Remington''s face.

    He picked up the earrings, identally staining them with blood from his hand.

    A pang of panic crossed Remington''s eyes as he stroked the earrings.

    He wanted to wipe the blood away. But it only seemed to spread more, impossible to be cleaned.

    Just like their rtionship, now riddled with cracks.

    For the first time in his life, he was utterly uncertain about something, doubting whether their fractured

    rtionship could ever be mended.

    "Liz, have you already concluded that our rtionship is beyond repair? Have you, in your heart,

    already sentenced me it to death? Is that why you''ve abandoned everything here so easily, including

    me?" Remington murmured to himself self-mockingly, but no one replied.

    The silence felt like the most fitting response.

    Clutching the earrings, he felt as though his spine had snapped, and he bended slowly under the

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    In the days that followed, Remington kept himself busy with work.

    He stopped sending people to look for her, and those who had been sent to Summer City before were

    all recalled. Instead, more people were sent out to find a match for Joseph.

    Martin wanted Ste to follow Remington and learn to practice managing thepany''s affairs.

    Remington agreed, and Ste began to follow him around.

    Rumors of an impending alliance between the Dashiell and the West families began to circte in Zion

    City, all signs pointing to Remington moving on from Liz, proceeding with his life. Two months passed

    in a blink.

    One evening, Ste returned homete to find Barbara lounging on the sofa, listening to music.

    "Is Ste back? Why sote today?"

    "Mom, there was a business dinner tonight, and Remington asked me to apany him. He

    introduced me to a lot of people, and he even drove me home himself," Ste excitedly shared, sitting

    down beside Barbara and chatting non-stop about the evening''s events.

    Barbara listened with a smile, her expression softening as she held Ste''s hand.

    "It seems like things between you and Remington are progressing well. You two have a childhood

    foundation, and he has spent so much effort trying to find you over the years.

    That Lizetta was just a substitute

    that slipped in during your absence.

    Well, men do develop some feelings after being with someone for a while. But now that she''s gone, I

    knew things between you and Remington would go smoothly! In Zion City, there''s no better match than

    the Dashiells, and no man more worthy of trust than Remington. You must seize this opportunity; your

    happiness is all I need to be able to leave this world in peace."

    Ste smiled, leaning into Barbara''s embrace.

    "Mom, but Lizetta is still carrying Remington''s child. That child will be a huge bond between them. It''s

    so frustrating that they lost track of a pregnant woman! And we still haven''t found her"

    Barbara gently patted Ste''s shoulder, smoothing down her hair.

    "Evercrestia isn''t that big. I''ve been cautious not to make scenes about the search; it might alert

    Remington."

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    "But now, it seems Lizetta doesn''t hold that special ce in Remington''s heart anymore. It''s time to

    step up the search efforts. This is the chance to get rid of her once and for all." Barbara held Ste''s

    hand, her fingers brushing over Ste''s missing digit, her face a mix of concern and love.

    "Ste, don''t you worry. You''ve suffered so much, and I won''t let anyonee between my daughter''s

    happiness!

    This time, I''ll have your cousin personally handle this. Before I leave this world, I''ll remove all obstacles

    for you and ensure that you marry Remington in peace."

    Ste turned and hugged Barbara around the waist, nuzzling affectionately.

    "Mom, thank you. You''re the greatest mom ever."

    The quiet of Oakridge Heights at night was almost eerie.

    Ray hurried up the stairs, noticing only a faint lighting from the opposite room on the second floor.

    Ray walked over, pushed the door open, and saw a silent figure sitting on the floor with their back

    turned.

    Remington, dressed in casual clothes with rolled-up sleeves, had a pile of wood next to him.

    He was carefully assembling a crib with his own hands.

    He didn''t turn at the sound of the door, only pausing when Ray spoke.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, Barbara''s nephew, Rp, took a few people on a flight out of Zion City."

    Remington paused, "Where did they go?"

    "They said it was a business trip to Solstice Kingdom. There was indeed some minor issues with the

    West family''s project there."

    A cold glint appeared in Remington''s eyes as he spoke in a chilly tone, "Keep a close eye on them."

    Ray nodded, "Already on it. Also,

    we''ve got news from Tranquil Meadows. Interestingly, today

    also took a private flight out

    of the country, heading to Celestia."

    Ray paused before adding, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, we checked all the airport surveince in Summer

    City for when madam disappeared. We saw no sign of her. S

    But during that time, there were no flights to Solstice Kingdom, yet there were two flights to Celestia.

    The West family hasn''t shown any suspicious activity during this time. Could we be mistaken, and

    madam actually conspired with Jerome."

    The chill in Remington''s eyes deepened. He had asked Ray to check the caf¨¦''s surveince, and by a

    stroke of bad luck, it was malfunctioning that day. Remington had been closely monitoring the West

    family. He had been unusually lenient with their requests, but there had been no abnormalities. Ray

    was beginning to doubt their approach.

    However, Remington narrowed his

    no

    eyes, saying, "Even though there were no flights to Solstice Kingdom during that period, there was one

    to Evercrestia, which borders it."

    Ray, surprised, hurriedly responded, "Rest assured, Mr. Remington Dashiell, I''ll double-check. We

    won''t lose track of Rp and his people!"

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    As Ray left the room, closing the door behind him, Remington continued to work on the crib, his

    silhouette solemn like a statue.

    He knew Lizetta didn''t want him to find her.

    And it felt as if everything and everyone was telling him it was time to let go.

    But he simply couldn''t.

    Even if he had to let go, he had to find her first.

    He needed to see for himself that she and their child were absolutely safe, or he wouldn''t be able to

    rest.

    If the West family dared to harbor ill will or overreach, they should be prepared for the consequences.

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    Lizetta had only been in Evercrestia for about two weeks, as the West family had been tirelessly

    searching for her.

    Dora helped Lizetta leave, and they eventually settled down in a quaint town called Luminesia.

    The town was nestled among mountains, with homes built along thekeside. Colorful rooftops dotted

    thendscape, covered in snow during the winter months, making it feel like something out of a fairy

    tale. The locals were warm and friendly, making Lizetta''s days there peaceful and serene.

    However, as April approached, an unexpected snowstorm hit the town, causing a sudden drop in

    temperature and a shortage in heating supply.

    "The firece must be broken; it''s letting smoke into the room," Dora said, frowning as she tried to light

    the living room''s firece.

    Lizetta sat cross-legged on the carpet, following a video tutorial to knit a beanie, a new hobby she had

    recently fallen in love with. She wanted to make a cashmere beanie for Daisy, smiling at Dora when

    she heard herment.

    "Let''s just put it out; it''s not that cold. I''ll wear an extrayer. Oh, and don''t forget to deliver some of the

    cookies I baked to Nn."

    Nn was a neighbor''s young boy who often visited Lizetta. With Lizetta''s beauty, gentle personality,

    and knack for baking delicious treats, she quickly became a favorite among the local children. Nn

    and his pet forest cat, Daisy, were regr visitors.

    "I''ll head over now, better than having hime over in the snow."

    As Dora got up, Lizetta also stood up to help her fetch a down jacket and scarf.

    Watching Dora leave, Lizetta''s gaze fell on the two trays of heather in the yard. The nt was cold-

    resistant, but perhaps not enough to withstand such heavy snowfall.

    She put on her coat and stepped outside, reaching for the flower pots when she heard the crunch of

    footsteps in the snow.

    Thinking Dora had returned, Lizetta turned with a smile, only to freeze at the sight of a tall, imposing

    figure.

    The man''s short hair, illuminated by the indoor lighting, was a stark ck, unlike that of the locals.

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    Startled, Lizetta''s grip loosened, and a flower pot fell from the shelf, heading straight for her.

    "Watch out!"

    The man''s deep, mellow voice rang

    out as he quickly closed the

    , pulling Lizetta away ne

    the shelf and blocking the

    Hom

    with his hand.

    pot

    The pot shattered, and Lizetta''s heart raced as she looked up to see his handsome face, her

    expression shifting from shock to surprise.

    "Mr. Madden?"

    It turned out to be Jerome, not the person she had initially thought.

    With her heart still fluttering, Lizetta managed to say, "What brings you here?"

    He lowered his gaze with a smile, "You should wear a scarf when youe out. Where''s Dora? Let''s

    go inside and talk."

    "Right, let''s go inside."

    Despite the snowy night, Lizetta was happy to have an unexpected visitor.

    She smiled, nodding eagerly as she led Jerome inside.

    After making Jerome a cup of hot tea, Lizetta turned to find his gaze upon her, deep and contemtive

    in the dim light.

    "You look well," Jerome said, breaking the silence and dispelling any awkwardness.

    Lizetta nodded, her tone light yet

    polite. "Dora has been taking great care of me. Thank you, Mr. Madden. Without your help, I don''t know

    where my baby and I would be."

    cing the coffee in front of Jerome, she maintained a courteous distance.

    Jerome sensed her formality and

    said after taking his coffee, "You''ve

    thanked me enough. If you''re truly

    grateful, treat me as a friend and call me by my name, not Mr. Madden."

    Sitting there, his demeanor was rxed and inviting, effortlessly making Lizetta feel at ease.

    "Jerome? That''s a nice name. What brings you here all of a sudden?"

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    "The Wests sent some folks to Evercrestia again a few days back. I''m a bit worried about it." Jerome

    said, his legs crossed.

    Lizetta''s eyebrows furrowed in surprise. She hadn''t expected that two months on, not only had the

    Wests not given up on searching for her, but they had also increased their efforts. What were they

    nning? Were they relentless?

    A chill ran through Lizetta, her hands on herp trembling slightly without her noticing. She was both

    afraid and angry.

    The warmth from Jerome''s hand enveloped hers as he set down his coffee mug and leaned in to give

    her hand a reassuring squeeze.

    Looking up, Lizetta met hisforting, smiling gaze. "Don''t worry. I''ve set up a few obstacles and

    distractions in Evercrestia to lead them off your trail. They won''t find their way here."

    Lizetta''s heart gradually calmed, and she nodded.

    But at that moment, she realized they were sitting a little too close.

    The snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, dim glow in the living room. The quiet of the night

    was inherently romantic, perhaps too conducive to unintended intimacies. Feeling suddenly

    ufortable, Lizetta instinctively pulled back slightly, her fingers curling up. But before she could

    withdraw her handpletely, Jerome let go.

    Standing up, he said, "Oh, I brought something for you. It''s outside the door, I''ll go get it."

    With that, he turned and strode out.

    He did indeed bring a suitcase, and he had nearly been hit by a flowerpot at the door when he saw

    Lizetta.

    As he left, a gust of cold wind swept in. Lizetta let out a sigh and a smallugh. She felt like she had

    been away from men for too long and had started to overthink things.

    Outside the door, Jerome picked up the suitcase and strode toward the two-story vi, then abruptly

    halted.

    Turning around, he looked around and saw only the snow sweeping across the silent, deserted path.

    There was nothing out of the ordinary.

    He turned back and quickened his pace, soon disappearing into the yard.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, it''s really Jerome! Madam must be here. I'' call our guys over," Ray''s voice

    emerged from behind a low wall, moments after Jerome had disappeared.

    In the shadow beside Ray, a man stood silently, his gaze piercing through the snow and walls into the

    house. Clenching his leather-gloved hands to resist the urge to barge in, he was close to finding the

    one he had been searching for two months.

    He didn''t want to scare her, or worse, drive her further away.

    He turned back and quickened his pace, soon disappearing into the yard, "Not now. Find a ce where

    we can keep an eye on her."

    Ray turned back in surprised, "We finally found Madam, aren''t we taking her with us now?"

    Jerome''s distractions in Evercrestia had led Rp and his men on a wild goose chase.

    But Remington wasn''t that foolish. He immediately realized that it was a smokescreen set up by

    Jerome. He also guessed that Lizetta might have already left Evercrestia, and since Luminesia was

    adjacent to Evercrestia and thenguages were simr, both being of the Northern Germanguage

    group, it was likely she had gone there.

    Although Lizetta had only studied it in the past, she had a talent fornguages and had no problem with

    everydaymunication.

    Remington had his people watch Luminesia and had indeed discovered Jerome''s presence there. But

    Jerome was very cautious, and their people had lost track of him. Fortunately, they had a general idea

    of his whereabouts.

    Remington circled a few possible locations, ruled out several nearby bustling tourist towns, and finally

    thought this small town was the most likely.

    He brought Ray here personally, initially just taking a chance, but it seemed like luck was on their side.

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    It was a gambleing here, but luck seemed to be on Remington''s side on this snowy night.

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    "Finding her is all that matters, no rush."

    Remington held back his emotions, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

    Ray couldn''t fathom what Remington was hesitating for.

    He had seen how Remington had struggled these past two months.

    Severe insomnia, suppressed emotions, and withering away.

    For days on end, aside from the necessary work conversations, he had been incredibly silent. Ray felt

    that if they didn''t find Lizetta soon, Remington''s pent-up emotions were going to reach a breaking point.

    And now, they had finally found his wife.

    Moreover, she was currently sharing a room with a man who had his sights set on her.

    Based on Ray''s knowing of Remington, Remington should''ve already drawn his gun from his hip,

    charged in with him, and taken his wife back by now.

    But Remington had instead instructed him not to alert anyone else and to find a ce to stay?

    Were they not nning to act tonight and just watching from afar?

    And he''s not in a rush?

    Ray had never heard anything so absurd.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell."

    Ray stood still, tempted to check if Remington had a fever or was delirious, or perhaps had given the

    wrong orders.

    "Go quickly."

    Only when Remington heavily patted Ray''s shoulder did Ray nod and leave quickly.

    Remington couldn''t help but take steps closer to the vi where Lizetta was.

    The vi''s outer wall was low, hardly blocking a man''s line of sight.

    Through the dancing snow, Remington''s gazended on the window that leaked light.

    He could even make out vague shadows, though not clearly.

    But the

    exceptionally bright yellow sweate

    asionally getting up and around. Remington knew

    her.

    He stared at that blurred figure, the depths of his eyes slowly warming.

    The snow fell heavier, covering his shoulders and eyshes, and he forgot to move a step.

    Until the crunch of footsteps on snow sounded, Remington nced to see a figure walking along the

    path.

    It wasn''t Ray; it must be a woman.

    Remington stepped aside to hide, and the woman hurried over, pushed open the gate, and went in.

    Remington sighed with relief, at least the vi wasn''t just inhabited by Lizetta and Jerome.

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    "Dora, look, Mr. Madden brought us lots of treats,e try some."

    Lizetta waved Dora over, but Dora nced at the array of pastries on the table without moving to grab

    any.

    "Mr. Madden brought those for you, Liz, I shouldn''t just help myself. You two talk, I''m heading to my

    room."

    Dora''s gaze quickly swept over Lizetta and Jerome before turning to leave.

    Lizetta sensed a teasing tone in her words and wasn''t that grateful for Dora''s quick return.

    Feeling awkward, Dora paused, then turned back to ask.

    "The snow''s getting heavier, is Mr. Madden staying over? I''ll prepare a room."

    Jerome looked at Lizetta, his smile gentle, "Would that be alright?"

    In this heavy snow, Lizetta naturally couldn''t kick him out.

    Especially since Jerome had arranged this ce to begin with.

    She smiled and waved it off, "You''re the host here, of course, it''s fine." Standing up, she added, "I''ll

    help Dora prepare."

    As she stepped forward, Jerome

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    Dora quickly assured she could handle it and pushed open the door and entered the room across from

    Lizetta''s.

    Lizetta settled back into her chair, her gaze drifting over the array of vitamins, pastries, and snacks

    piled on the table. She looked at Jerome and said, "These count as your second gift to me. I still

    haven''t found a way to return the favor for that bouquet you gave mest time. I''m really sorry about

    that."

    She was reminded of the bouquet that got ruined by Remington right in front of Jerome, which made

    her feel somewhat guilty.

    Jerome, however, spoke up, "Last time wasn''t the first."

    "Huh?" Lizetta was surprised.

    Jerome arched an eyebrow, "The first thing I ever gave you was a tube of anti-inmmatory ointment. I

    wonder if you remember?"

    That year, Jerome had personally visited the dance academy to scout for talent.

    As his car entered the academy, the driver, not at his best, nearly hit a child who darted out

    unexpectedly.

    At the critical moment, a slender figure rushed forward to pull the child to safety.

    When Jerome got out of the car, he saw the girl and the child had both fallen to the ground.

    The child was unharmed and quickly ran off, but the girl had twisted her ankle. Jerome wanted to take

    her to the infirmary, but she hastily waved him off and limped away.

    Unexpectedly, he soon saw her again on the stage of the dance audition.

    Despite her injury, she danced with more passion and grace than anyone else.

    Later, he had the driver buy some ointment, intending to personally deliver it to her, especially since he

    had already decided to recruit her.

    But he worried that personally delivering it might make her subject to misunderstandings among her

    peers, suggesting she had gotten the position through personal connections rather than talent. So, he

    handed the ointment to a passing student, asking them to give it to her.

    Now, looking at Lizetta, Jerome felt a twinge of regret.

    If he had personally delivered the cream back then, maybe they could have gotten acquainted sooner.

    "The ointment." Lizetta faintly remembered.

    She looked at Jerome in surprise, "Ah! So it was your car that almost hit someone that day!"

    Although their first encounter hadn''t left a deep impression on her, she hadn''t recognized him until now

    which showed she didn''t remember much about him.

    But she did remember, and Jerome found this somewhatforting. He smiled softly and nodded.

    "The way you danced that day despite being injured, showed me how much you love dance and that

    you have a strong character. I admire you."

    He said he admired her, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

    Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered, and she tensed slightly, avoiding his gaze as she stood up, "I should go

    check on how Dora is getting on."

    She moved quickly, leaving Jerome sitting there, his gaze following her hasty retreat with a slight smile

    ying on his lips.

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    He didn''t press further but stood up, put on his gloves, and left the vi.

    Approaching the flower stand, he

    retrieved an unused flowerpot from

    underneath, transferring the

    shattered flowers into the new pot

    before carrying two pots back

    inside.

    Just a wall away, Remington''s imposing figure was nearly buried in the thick snow, standing like a

    snowman.

    Watching Jerome move in and out

    as if he owned the ce stirred something in Remington. Suddenly, he clenched his fist and punched a

    nearby tree, causing snow to cascade down upon him. S

    The snow prated through his cor, chilling him to the bone and deepening his sense of loss.

    But he couldn''t move, realizing for the first time that love could make one feel cowardly when faced

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    Jerome''s room was right next to Liz''s.

    After chatting for a bit, they both headed to their own rooms.

    Liz was about to enter her room when she heard Jerome''s voice from behind.

    "Aren''t you going to ask about him?"

    Since Liz went abroad, she had only called Jerome once and hadn''t contacted anyone else after that.

    Jerome had just updated Liz about Ynda, telling her that after she left, Remington hadn''t done

    anything to Ynda. Ynda had just sessfully wrapped up hertest fantasy series.

    He also mentioned that Fiona and Joy were both in good health, and her older brother''s treatment was

    going as nned.

    But Liz hadn''t asked about Remington, not even once.

    Now, Jerome didn''t mention that name, but Liz stiffened for a moment, knowing exactly who he meant.

    She slowly turned around, meeting Jerome''s gaze with a smile.

    "He''s irrelevant now. I don''t want to know. Goodnight."

    She waved at Jerome, who looked at her with a slightly deeper gaze, pondering the gentle serenity of

    her smile.

    True letting go and moving on should be as natural as breathing, leaving no trace.

    Not like this, deliberately avoiding, which often reveals more than it hides.

    But he didn''t call her out on it, nor did he say more. He just slightly raised his eyebrows, nodded at Liz

    with a warm smile, and replied. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

    "You too."

    Liz smiled, turned, and entered her room.

    She closed the door behind her, leaning slowly against it.

    She didn''t want to care about what happened to Remington after she left, whether he was still looking

    for her or hadpletely let go.

    That name had slowly turned into the deepest wound in her heart.

    Unmentioned, untouched, it wouldn''t hurt.

    Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in her belly-it was her baby turning over and giving her a little

    kick.

    Liz chuckled and rubbed her stomach, saying, "It''s bedtime. Are you messing with mommy again? Just

    so you know, you better behave tonight!" Five months in, and the baby movements had be quite

    frequent.

    Buttely, Joy seemed to have

    turned into a night owl, always

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    mother.

    At that moment, Liz had no idea that the person she avoided talking about was just on the other side of

    the wall.

    Standing alone in the cold winter night, he looked towards her room''s light, his eyshes gathering

    frost.

    It wasn''t until all the lights in the vi

    had been out for a while that he finally

    moved, oveing the

    numbness in his body as the ne

    he

    stealthily made his way inside.

    The night was silent.

    The window was quietly opened, and a tall figure slipped in from behind the curtains, soundlessly.

    On the bed, Lizy on her side, sleeping peacefully.

    Remington stood there for who knows how long, waiting until the chill on his body had dissipated

    before he slowly approached. Kneeling by the bed, he held his breath, gazing at her blurred face in the

    dim light.

    It was unclear whether the melting frost from his eyshes or something else caused it, but his eyes

    gradually filled with warmth.

    Suddenly, Liz furrowed her brows, murmured something in her sleep, and shifted ufortably.

    Remington froze, panic-stricken. He thought of retreating but then heard her sleep talk.

    "Remi..." she was calling for him.

    In her dreams, Liz was actually calling out for him!

    She still remembered him!

    A surge of emotion lit up Remington''s deep eyes, his

    heartbeat racing uncontrobly. He almost couldn''t stop himself from reaching out to embrace her.

    But then, he froze.

    Because he heard her next mumbled words.

    "Go away, don''t touch me, I hate you."

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    His fingers trembled slightly, and for a moment, he thought she had awoken.

    But she hadn''t. It was just the restlessness of dreams, her eyes closed as she turned in her sleep.

    Yet, the taste of bitterness swelled in Remington''s heart, the agony and pain torturing him, driving him

    to the brink of madness.

    Liz, do you despise me that much?

    Even in your dreams, you''re repelling and detesting me.

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    But what can I do when even entering your dreams brings me a slight thrill of joy?

    Lizetta''s difort pulled Remington back to reality.

    Shey on her back, her brow furrowed even tighter, seemingly ufortable as she shifted to her

    side, her legs twitching slightly under the covers.

    Remington had carefully read through pregnancy guides and remembered reading that during the

    second trimester, it''smon for expectant mothers to experience numbness in their legs.

    He gently warmed his hands and cautiously reached under the covers, tenderly massaging her legs.

    It was dawn when Remington finally left.

    As he departed, he used his jacket to brush away his footprints in the snow.

    The wind picked up, swirling the snow, quickly covering all traces.

    Lizetta woke upte the next day.

    She had thought the news about the West family hunting her down would disturb her sleep, but

    surprisingly, even Joy had been calm.

    Lizetta had slept soundly, feeling refreshed. She opened the curtains to a pristine whitendscape.

    The sky was clear, the snow had stopped.

    Stretching, her gaze suddenly froze.

    She saw a snowman, ced on the terrace of the neighbor''s house about twenty meters away, facing

    her window.

    The snowman, about half her height, had a round head topped with a crooked red woolen hat, wrapped

    in a red scarf, with a row of heart-shaped buttons.

    In front of the snowman was a bunch of fresh "Angel''s Tears," the bell-shaped flowers swaying gently.

    Lizetta stared, feeling as if her heart was being tightly squeezed.

    As a child, Remington would also build her a snowman every year, always cing it outside her

    window.

    But he had little patience, and his snowmen were always lopsided and undeveloped, never this

    adorable.

    Lizetta blinked away her emotions, quickly

    regainingposure, andet

    waved at the snowman through the opened window.

    A knock on the door brought her back, and she closed the window.

    Opening the door, she was greeted by Jerome''s tall figure.

    "I have to go now."

    Lizetta blinked in surprise, saying, "So soon?"

    She felt slightly apologetic, realizing she had woken up toote, not even having breakfast with her

    guest.

    Jerome''s eyes deepened, a smile ying on his lips.

    "Is that your way of asking me to stay?"

    His voice was low and maic, with a slight uptick in tone.

    Lizetta''s ears warmed up, and she hurriedly shook her head, rifying.

    "No. What mean is, you just got here yesterday. Wouldn''t you like to stay a bit longer, enjoy the

    scenery, maybe explore a bit? The weather is clear today, we might even see the pr lights tonight."

    Seeing her rush to exin, the amusement in Jerome''s eyes grew.

    het

    "I have other matters to attend to, this trip was just to check on you, not a vacation. I know you''re not

    entirelyfortable with me here. But hearing you say that makes me happy, at least it shows I''m not

    entirely unwee?"

    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

    She hadn''t realized Jerome could sense her difort so acutely.

    Lost for words and facing Jerome''s amused, deep gaze, she blurted out.

    "Do you, maybe, like me?"

    The surprise and pause that shed across Jerome''s handsome face made Lizetta realize what she

    had just said.

    Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, wishing she could bite off her own tongue.

    The question was too arrogant, too embarrassingly cringe-worthy.

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    Lizetta looked away, a blush creeping up her cheeks, finding it hard to meet Jerome''s gaze. She was

    about to brush off the tension with augh when she heard his voice, smooth and tinged with

    amusement, from above.

    "You''re pretty straightforward, aren''t you?"

    "Uh?" Lizetta looked up, puzzled.

    Jerome raised an eyebrow, "I didn''t want to scare you, but it seems like you''ve turned the tables on

    me."

    Lizetta was at a loss for words.

    Jerome chuckled, "That''s right, I like you."

    His admission was candid.

    Once everything was out in the open, Lizetta felt less uneasy. She touched her pregnant belly in

    astonishment, clearly confused.

    "But why? I mean, this doesn''t make any sense."

    Their interactions had been limited. Excluding a brief encounter years ago, by the time they met again,

    she was already pregnant and he was taking her to the hospital.

    Lizetta''s expression turned peculiar as a thought crossed her mind.

    She wondered if Jerome was one of those men who sought thrill in unconventional rtionships. Did

    he really have such unusual tastes?

    Jerome noticed the change in her gaze and let out a resignedugh.

    He gently ruffled Lizetta''s hair, "Don''t look at me like that. Falling for someone never makes sense. It

    doesn''t ask for reasons or status. It just happens, and I didn''t expect to feel this way either.

    It was only after seeing you again did I realize that I remembered every detail of our first meeting.

    Perhaps, I was already moved back then, but unfortunately, I overlooked it."

    That initial oversight had now turned into a slight regret.

    Without realizing it, he''d found himself drawn to her, andpassion often leads to deeper feelings.

    Lizetta stood there, her expression a mix of daze and panic.

    Jerome, however, had already pulled back, slightly bending towards her with a half-smile.

    "Don''t feel pressured. My feelings for you aren''t overwhelming."

    He squinted slightly, holding up his pinky finger.

    "Just wanting to help you within my means, to support your decisions, nothing more."

    This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta looked at Jerome''s pinky, not sure whether tough or cry.

    She then met his gaze, his deep eyes clear and smiling, rxed and candid.

    His focus was gentle, not intense or mad, butfortably warm.

    Lizetta found herself smiling, "To like just a little bit, this is the first time I''ve heard such a confession."

    It was indeed unique.

    Jerome

    twink ghtened up, his eyes

    "Well, it wasn''t even at

    bet

    stage, but I was soft of

    pushed into it, wasn''t I?"

    Lizetta felt her cheeks warm up again, urging him, "Weren''t you leaving? You should hurry. The

    roads are bad in the snow, don''t

    miss your flight."

    Watching him walk away with a smirk, she admired his broad back and bit her lip.

    She realized Jerome was indeed a shrewd businessman.

    Saying he liked her just a bit eased the awkwardness and left her without words to refuse him.

    Their interaction felt less tense.

    But this subtle, warm approach was sometimes more dangerous than a fierce onught.

    After Jerome left, Lizetta sat by the window for breakfast as usual. Dora came in after clearing the

    snow from the yard. Lizetta turned to her and asked, "Has someone moved into the house up the hill

    behind us?"

    She was thinking of the snowman by the house that used to be empty.

    Dora took off her gloves, having also noticed it while clearing the snow. She shook her head.

    "It seems someone has moved in, but I haven''t seen anyoneing or going. Probably just a tourist."

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    Though it wasn''t a bustling tourist hotspot, the small town saw its fair share of visitorsing to stay and y from time to time.

    Lizetta nodded in agreement, not giving it much thought.

    As Dora went upstairs, Lizetta heard the doorbell ring.

    She set down her ss of milk and walked over to the door, opening it.

    Expecting to see Nn, her eyes lit up with a smile, but instead, there stood a towering figure of a man.

    d in a ck leather jacket, cargo pants, and leather boots, he was wrapped up with a hat and scarf, his hands in leather gloves carrying a toolbox.

    He even had goggles on, with only a bit of his jaw and mouth visible under a scruffy beard.

    But there was somethingmanding and eerily familiar about his presence.

    Lizetta''s grip on the door handle weakened, and she took a couple of steps back, staring at the man.

    It wasn''t until he spoke in a local ent, "I''m here for the firece maintenance check," that she snapped out of it.

    His voice was raspy and unfamiliar.

    Lizetta blinked, her palms sweaty and her heart racing.

    She gave the man another look, finding his height and build familiar.

    However, he was slightly hunched, the beard hiding much of his face, and upon closer inspection, his leather jacket was stained with grease, his boots muddied.

    And Remington, he was always so upright and had a bit of a cleanliness fetish, a stark contrast in demeanor.

    This couldn''t be him!

    "Sure, pleasee in. The firece is right over there. It''s been a bit smoky, thank you for looking into it."

    Lizetta stepped aside, making way with a polite smile.

    Dora had mentioned calling the firece service that morning.

    Lizetta hadn''t expected them to arrive so quickly, impressed by their efficiency.

    The man walked past her, biting at the edge of his glove to pull it off.

    His movements were rugged and unrestrained, revealingrge, slightly darkened hands. He didn''t carry the familiar scent of cedar but rather the cold fragrance of frost.

    Lizetta found herself amused.

    What was going on with hertely, mistaking everyone for Remington, even someone so different?

    "The roads were rough today. I''ll get you a cup of hot water."

    "Thank you."

    The man said, heading towards the firece without giving Lizetta another nce.

    Meanwhile, Dora came down the stairs, gave the man a quick look, and found nothing unusual. She walked over to Lizetta.

    "I''ll do it."

    Lizetta waved her off, "No worries, I could use the walk."

    Dora then went on to clear the dining table and headed into the bedroom.

    By the firece.

    The man took off his goggles and bent down to open his toolbox, buf his gaze fixed on Lizetta, by the coffee table pour His look was intense, almost burning.

    Last night, under the covers, her figure was hidden.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    Now, standing there in a long white cashmere sweater, her slender limbs suddenly prominent bas wvel It was rming how fragile she seemed, yet she appeared well-cared-for.

    Her face seemed a bit fuller, her chest more filled out.

    Her cheeks were rosy, her brows rxed, and her eyes clear and tranquil.

    The table and sofa were strewn with knitting projects, and a few pots flowers sat by the window. The lovel house felt cozy andfortable.

    She and her baby were well looked after.

    It was reassuring yet simultaneously heart-wrenching and defeating for him

    Realizing she might truly no longer need him, Remington guldn''t feel the warmth of the house.

    Instead, a cold deeper than the icy world outside enveloped him.

    It made him freeze, forgetting to avert his gaze as Lizetta turned to e look at him.

    Their eyes met, if only for a moment.

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    Those eyes...

    Lizetta Gardenia''s heart skipped a beat, her grip on the ss of water loosening until it slipped.

    Crash!

    The ss shattered on the floor, hot water sshing everywhere.

    "Careful!"

    The man''s voice was a stern shout, moving swiftly to Lizetta''s side a second before the boiling water could reach her.

    With a strong arm, he pulled Lizetta towards him, spinning around to move her out of harm''s way.

    "What happened?"

    "Did you get burned?"

    Dora rushed out at the sound, her question ovepping with the man''s concerned voice from above.

    Dora hurried forward, quickly moving Lizetta behind her, eyeing the man in front of them warily.

    Lizetta, now away from the man, felt her limbs trembling slightly.

    Her face was pale as she looked up at him.

    He stepped back, bowing his head slightly, his brows furrowed as he looked at her with a mix of surprise and polite concern.

    Lizetta noticed a scar by his right eye, realizing he didn''t quite resemble Remington Dashiell.

    His pupils were a stormy grey-blue, suggesting mixed heritage. That familiar, intense gaze she thought she saw must have been her imagination.

    Moreover, during the emergency, Dora spoke in English, while the man had been using the local dialect throughout.

    People usually revert to their nativenguage in moments of urgency.

    Lizetta calmed her racing heart, trying to steady her nerves.

    She figured she must still be unsettled by the news from Zion City, feeling a bit restless.

    Lizetta shook her head at Dora, "I''m fine, just identally knocked over the ss. Fortunately, this gentleman was quick to react and pulled me away, so I didn''t get burned." She then turned to the tall figure of the man, offering a polite smile of gratitude.

    "Thank you for just now."

    The man nodded, turning back to inspect the firece, crouching down.

    Dora went to get cleaning supplies for the floor, while Lizetta poured herself another ss of water.

    She approached him, bending down to ce the ss on a small table next to the firece, holding her belly as she was about to head back to her room when the man suddenly spoke. "Must be hard, carrying a baby, huh?"

    Lizetta paused, feeling a stir of emotion.

    She looked at him, but his

    expression was neutral, seemingly making casual conversation before adding, "My wife is also pregnant. Due to some reasons, I can''t be there to look after her, so...

    He shook his head, a look of helplessness crossing his face.

    Lizetta''s heart eased at his words. His earlier actions must have been driven by thoughts of his own wife.

    She gently touched her belly, smiling softly.

    "Being pregnant is always tough. The physical changes and hormonal swings can take their toll..."

    She looked up with a smile,

    continuing, "But bing a mother is also the most joyful and strongest thing a woman can experience. We have an old saying back home, in bing a mother, a woman bes mighty.''

    Pregnant women might be fragile but also incredibly strong. Mothers endure any hardship for their child''s well-being. Everything is worth it as long as the child grows up healthy. I believe your wife feels the same way, taking good care of herself and the baby."

    Remington looked up at her, her hair gently swaying.

    As she spoke, her hands were gently caressing her belly, her expression serene and lovely.

    She seemed to radiate light.

    There she was, right in front of him, unaware of how much he longed to stand up and embrace her tightly. To share his longing and concerns.

    To tell her he wished to be by her side, to take care of her, to look forward to the arrival of Daisy together.

    But he dared not. His idental slip had already startled her.

    Seeing her reaction, so intense, herplexion turning ashen.

    She had no desire for a reunion, no wish for his intrusion.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    This realization weighed heavily on Remington, like a boulder on his chest.

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    He couldn''t bear to look her in the eyes any longer. With a quick nod and a voice rough with emotion, he managed to say, "Thanks for sharing that with me, but even if she can take care of herself, I still wish I could be there for her and our kid..."

    He lowered his head, busying himself once more, a hint of moisture forming in his eyes.

    These darn contacts, they just don''t feel right, irritating his eyes.

    Lizetta, seeing his downcast mood, thought it was because he couldn''t be with his wife. She admired the man for always thinking about his wife, wanting to share her burdens. She smiled again, saying, "Even though you can''t be there in person, calling her often and sending her surprises can also be a great way to show you care. I''m sure your wife can feel the love."

    Remington looked up again, his gaze resting on the cheerful woman. Suddenly, he asked, "Is your husband with you? Or does he also stay in touch by calling?" Lizetta paused, her smile fading.

    "Don''t get me wrong, I''m not prying into your privacy. I was just wondering, if your husband isn''t around, what kind of gifts does he send you?"

    Lizetta avoided his gaze this time, clearly displeased. Her lips tightened, and then, losing interest in the conversation, she uttered, "He''s gone."

    Those three simple words felt like three sharp swords piercing straight through Remington''s heart, spreading a painful sensation throughout his body. So, in her mind, was he, Remington, as good as dead?

    Or did she wish he was dead, never to reappear in her world?

    His face, hidden behind a fa?ade, turned pale as he replied with a voice strained by restraint, "I''m sorry..."

    Lizetta shook her head, "It''s okay, but I guess I can''t be of any help to you now."

    After saying this, she politely nodded and left, disappearing into her room.

    Remington watched her go, his gaze lingering long after she was gone, his throat aching with dryness. Dora approached, asking, "What''s wrong?"

    He quickly averted his gaze, speeding up his work, and simply said, "Two parts broke, fixing them now."

    He quickly finished the repairs and rekindled the firece.

    Lizetta didn''te out of her room again, and Remington left with a heavy heart.

    For the next two days, he didn''t show up, and Lizetta''s life went on as usual.

    From a distance, Remington

    watched her. He knew she did yoga by the patio door in the morning. In the sunny afternoons, she''d take food out to feed the stray cats around town and go for walks by theke. This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    She was also quite popr with the local They''d run up to her,

    kids

    laughing and ying, dancin

    and

    singing around her.

    In the evenings, a few children would knock on her door, eager to hear her tell tales of mythology by the firece.

    She was a captivating storyteller, leaving the kids in awe as they chattered excitedly on their way home.

    At night, she''d wrap herself in a warm coat and gaze up at the stars, sometimes lighting sparklers for her own amusement.

    Compared to his own restless turmoil, she seemed content and at peace.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, we''ve been here for three days now. Are you going to keep avoiding your wife like this?

    Cedric called again today, urging you to bring your wife back home."

    As the lights in the vi below went out again Ray, rubbing his temples in frustration, approached the silhouette shrouded in shadows, resembling a man turned to Stone from longing for his wife.

    Lately, Remington had been acting so unlike himself that even Ray was starting to feel the strain.

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    "Let''s do it tomorrow."

    Remington''s voice was deep, a cigarette dangling unlit between his fingers. He was a man of discipline, rarely indulging in the habit unless under the weather. Yet, the past two months of fruitless searching had seen him reaching for the pack more often than not.

    Now, with Lizetta right in front of him, he didn''t want his smoking to affect her, so he had been trying to kick the habit for the past few days. But to his annoyance, what had been a casual indulgence seemed to have morphed into a full-blown addiction, stirring up an unexpected irritability within him.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    Crushing the cigarette between his fingers, Remington withdrew his gaze and repeated, "Let''s do it tomorrow."

    Turning to enter the house, Ray ran his hands through his hair, practically on the verge of screaming.

    ''Remington, you said the same thingst night and the night before!''

    This trip had been a rush, with thepany barely having time to make arrangements. Thinking of Cedric, who was nearly driven to tears over the phone begging for his return, Ray felt helpless. "Take care of the surveince," Remington ordered calmly from ahead.

    Lizetta''s vi was rigged with cameras and an rm system, so when Remington mentioned this, Ray knew that someone was nning another wall-scaling adventure tonight. It had be a routine over the past few days.

    "Got it. But Mr Remington Dashiell,

    you really shoulde clean with your wife sooner rather thanter. She''s bound to find out, and the longer you wait, the angrier shelt be!" Ray tried to reason, feeling like he was turning into a love guru despite his tough, single status.

    Remington frowned slightly but said nothing. He, too, wanted toe clean and take Lizetta away with him. Now that he had found her, he couldn''t bear the thought of leaving her here, especially in her condition. Regardless of how content she seemed, the distance was too much for him to bear.

    However, he knew that Lizetta was unlikely to willingly leave with him. Coming clean meant facing resistance or, worse, another escape. These thoughts made the usually decisive man hesitant.

    That night, Remington snuck into Lizetta''s room, leaving only when it was deep into the night. Back in his room, he reset the surveince and rm systems before lying down, twirling two strands of long, fine hair between his fingers until he drifted to sleep.

    What he didn''t know was that, mere minutes after his departure, six shadows approached Lizetta''s courtyard and breached it. They managed to tamper with a couple of cameras, but as one of them touched the doorknob to Dora''s room, a soft rm sounded.

    Dora sat up abruptly, grabbing a gun before peering out. Her eyes glinted sharply as she quickly drew the curtains.

    Lizetta was roused from sleep by Dora, who hastily dressed her in a thick coat, whispering, "There''s danger. I''ll hold them off; you escape from the back. Head north into the woods; someone will meet you there."

    Startled, Lizetta barely had time to react before a small handgun was thrust into her hands. Dora led her out of the room in the dark, pushing her towards the back door and then cutting the power.

    "Be careful."

    Knowing she''d only slow Dora down, Lizetta nodded. They had rehearsed this escape before. Pulling her hat down, she, crouched and made her way towards a hidden exit at the back Meanwhile, the sound of the door being forced open and heavy objects hitting the floor rang out behind her.

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    Then, there was the sound of a scuffle, punctuated by the chilling whispers of a silenced gun.

    Lizetta knew that was Dora, buying her time to escape. She didn''t dare look back.

    She slipped through a hidden door, quickly scrambling down a narrow path behind the house, running towards the northern woods as Dora had instructed. Dora said someone would meet her there, and Lizetta believed her.

    Clutching her belly with both hands, her head bowed, lips bitten, she sprinted towards the woods, her heart filled with terror and concern.

    She wondered if Dora could handle those men. What if something happened to her?

    And she was terrified for her unborn child''s safety.

    These men couldn''t be from the Remingtons; their silent approach meant ill intentions.

    If they were from the West family, did they want the baby''s life, or hers as well?

    The cold wind blew, causing Lizetta''s ill-fitted hat to fall off.

    She didn''t dare turn back for it, stumbling and running faster, her hair cold against her cheeks, bone-chilling.

    The snow reflected her pale face, the only sounds her frantic footsteps and heavy breathing.

    Then, she tripped over something, tumbling forward with a short, suppressed cry of rm, fearful of attracting the men.

    Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, tears squeezing out, bracing for pain.

    But the next moment, a figure rushed over.

    Instead of falling into the snow, Lizetta found herself in a man''s arms, both of them copsing to the ground.

    "Let go of me! Ah! Get off!"

    Terrified, Lizetta opened her eyes, struggling before she could make out his face, her cries sharp as the gun in her hand struck his forehead. The man grunted, loosening his grip.

    Lizetta scrambled up, staggering back, trembling as she raised the gun at the man getting up.

    "Don''te any closer, I''ll shoot!"

    Her bluff did little to deter him. He stepped closer, taking her shaking, cold hand, pressing the gun against his chest, his voice low and soothing.

    "Don''t be afraid, shoot here."

    His voice, clear and deep in the snowy night, was familiar. The hand covering hers was steady and warm, firm as he guided the gun against him, as if entrusting his life to her finger, unconcerned with death.

    The hunter seemed to have be the hunted.

    Gradually, Lizetta''s fear subsided, her heartbeat still thunderous as she lifted her eyshes.

    She saw the familiar stern brows and eyes of the man enveloping her, shielding her from the wind and snow.

    Behind him, the aurora danced, its beauty sprawling across the sky.

    Lizetta stared at him, suddenly drained of all strength.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Her heart pounded, unsure if she felt more relieved or scared. Remington, as if afraid of startling her, remained still, watching her.

    When Lizetta''s strength failed, and

    she stumbled forward, the gun

    slipping from her grasp, Remington caught it with one hand, securing the safety before gently catching her in his arms, whispering softly.

    "It''s alright now, it''s alright. It''s my fault, I camete."

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    Lizetta leaned into Remington''s embrace, her body feeling as though every ounce of strength had been drained from it.

    Seeing him at that moment, she couldn''t deny the sense of security that washed over her.

    The panic and tension faded away, revealing the difort she had been trying to hide.

    Her stomach ached slightly, she was shivering from the cold, and her lips had turned a shade of blue. Clutching at his shirt, her teeth chattered as she spoke.

    "Dora..."

    Remington quickly bent down to pick Lizetta up,forting her with a gentle gaze.

    "Ray''s got this, don''t worry. She''ll be fine."

    He had rushed over with Ray the moment he heard themotion. By the time he got there, Dora was already tangling with those guys.

    He hadn''t found Lizetta in the vi, but upon seeing tracks behind the building, he had hurriedly followed them.

    But with Ray''s skills, he was confident there wouldn''t be any trouble.

    Hearing his deep, reassuring voice made Lizetta''s eyes well up with tears, her voice catching in her throat.

    But his words truly eased her worries, allowing her body to rxpletely as she nestled into Remington''s arms.

    Lizetta had fled in such a hurry that she was underdressed for the cold. Despite not having gone far, her body felt frozen.

    Remington felt like he was holding a block of ice, and since he had also rushed out without dressing properly, he was unable to provide her with much warmth.

    He quickened his pace, ncing down at her worriedly from time to time.

    Seeing her pale face, furrowed brows, and the sweat that seemed to form despite the cold, he could sense her difort.

    His heart tightened, and his voice softened even more, "Are you in pain anywhere?"

    Lizetta pressed a hand to her stomach, unsure if the pain was from running too hastily or if there was a more serious issue. The more anxious and tense she became, the worse the throbbing pain got.

    She shook her head slightly, but Remington seemed to understand everything, taking evenrger strides as he spoke in a low voice.

    "It''s alright, you''ve danced every day without issue, which proves our Daisy is healthy and strong. Just rx and follow my breathing." As he spoke, he pressed her closer to his chest.

    Lizetta could hear his steady, strong heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest.

    Following his rhythm, she began to adjust her breathing.

    Whether it was thefort she found in his presence or his method was

    tightually effective, she felt the

    tightness and pain in her stomach. lessen considerably.

    By then, Remington had kicked open the door to the house and carried Lizetta inside.

    He ced her on the bed and covered her with two nkets.

    Bending over, he gently arranged her messy hair, tucking it behind her ears.

    Lizetta, her lips devoid of any color, turned her head away, avoiding his tender touch.

    "I''m okay now. You... you should check on Dora..."

    She stammered, still feeling the chill.

    When she had escaped, she had glimpsed several figures sneaking inside.

    Having lived with Dora for a while,

    Lizetta hade to see her as

    m¨¦t

    friend. If anything happened to Dora because of her, she would be

    consumed by guilt.

    Lizetta recognized the ce; it was right above her own vi, but it was eerily quiet outside, with no signs of conflict.

    Such silence only served to heighten her unease.

    Remington tucked the nkets around her more securely and stood upright, but he said, "I can''t leave you alone at a time like this."This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    As for the wellbeing of others, he wasn''t as concerned.

    Lizetta turned her head, looking back at him.

    He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her. The dim light from the bedsidemp cast a warm glow, his deep eyes filled with an intense emotion that seemed to envelop her.

    Lizetta felt a pang in her heart, as if touched by a hot me, and turned her head away again.

    "Are you still cold? Does your stomach still hurt?"

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    Remington stared at her, noticing the color returning to her lips, and asked with a gentle voice.

    He turned to pour a ss of warm water for Lizetta, then sat down by the bed.

    Gently, he wrapped his arms around Lizetta''s shoulders, helping her to sit up.

    In that moment, she was enveloped by his presence once more.

    Unlike the fear and cold outside, now her senses were fully alert.

    Feeling the familiar embrace and scent she had missed, Lizetta found herself overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

    "I told you, I''m fine!"

    She swiftly raised her hand, pushing Remington away and scooted back to sit up against the headboard.

    Her action was abrupt, clearly showing her rejection.

    Remington''s outstretched arm stiffened in mid-air, and even though he half-expected it, a shadow of sadness crossed his dark eyes.

    He swallowed hard, pushing down the sting in his heart, and picked up the ss of water from the nightstand to offer it to her again.

    "Have some water."

    Lizetta looked down, seeing his slender, pale hand bringing the ss to her, as if the steam blurred her vision.

    She stiffened, taking the ss and said distantly, "Thank you."

    Remington watched her, his gaze filled with restraint and hidden anguish, his expression helpless.

    Lizetta felt his stare but did not meet his eyes.

    After taking a few sips of water, her gazended on some items on the table in front of the window.

    There were dressing essories, including a dark brown wig and the curly sideburns he had previously stuck on his face.

    Lizetta felt foolish. When she saw the snowman outside the window, she should have understood.

    Yet, she had deluded herself into thinking she was overthinking things.

    Seeing where her gaze fixed, Remington followed it and felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

    He immediately stood up, taking a step to stand solidly between her and the table.

    Lizetta looked up, meeting his gaze, "Mr. Dashiell, enjoying ying dead?"

    Remington realized she was indeed angry, probably feeling that he deliberately pretended not to know her, toying with her emotions.

    He panicked slightly, quickly saying, "It wasn''t about deceiving you on purpose. I was afraid that suddenly appearing would scare you..."

    Lizetta snorted, "Right, Mr. Dashiell

    was waiting for the perfect moment, like no to y the hero, at least

    appearing as the savior fits your

    stature." .

    Her tone was mocking, not giving him any ck.

    After two months apart, she felt no longing for him, nor any regret for running away.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Remington felt suffocated, his lips

    pressed thin and his hands

    clenched, struggling to contain his turbulent emotions. When he spoke, his voice was as calm as possible.

    "Liz, it''s only natural for a man to protect his woman and child. It''s not about being a hero or a savior. I wasn''t waiting for any moment.

    I just didn''t know what to do with you, hiding away like a coward."

    His voice was hoarse, filled with helplessness.

    The usually indomitable man seemed lonely and wounded at that moment.

    As if she hadmitted some unforgivable sin against him.

    Lizetta felt inexplicably guilty and quickly looked down.

    She gripped the ss tightly, reminding herself not to trust his words so easily again. This man was too good at pretending.

    The shadow over her was Remington stepping closer to the bed.

    He leaned in, gently lifting her chin to make her look at him.

    Gazing into her eyes, he said, "Liz, can you not think of me as so e calcting and malicious? Trust me once.

    this once. Come back with me, let

    me take care of you and Daisy, okay?"

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    Liz gazed up at the man before her, torn between the sincerity gleaming in his eyes and the impably timed essence of his presence tonight. At her most vulnerable and terrified moment, his embrace had somehow managed to stir something uncontroble within her heart.

    Yet, she knew all too well that this was nothing but a sweet snareid out for her.

    Biting the tip of her tongue, she forced herself to stay alert, gently pulling away from his grasp as she shook her head.

    "Expecting me to entrust Daisy and myself to your care? I''m afraid that might just be signing our death warrants."

    Her eyes, cold and questioning, bore into him with a hint of sarcasm.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s heart sank, his handsome features paling. "Liz, you cut right to the heart."

    Liz stood defiantly, locking eyes with him.

    "Because I''m speaking nothing but the truth. The people who showed up tonight, you''re telling me you have no idea who sent them? I''ve fled miles to escape, nearly losing my life in the process. Do you really think I''d willingly walk into a trap?"

    It was clear to her that the West family hadn''t ceased their search. And the only reason for their relentless pursuit was to clear the way for Ste West.

    The air around Remington turned icy as his jaw tensed, falling into a heavy silence.

    Mentioning the West family seemed to have struck a nerve, leaving Liz feeling even colder, as if the very cup she held lost its warmth.

    Setting her cup down, sheid back, pulling the covers around her. "I''m so tired, I need to rest," she said, turning her back to Remington.

    He watched her silent form, his eyes reddening as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

    "Whoever dares to harm you or the child, I won''t hesitate or show mercy, let alone cover for them!"

    His silence wasn''t out of doubt but disbelief that shecked even that basic trust in him.

    Liz, with her eyes closed, felt a pang of emotion at his words but remained silent, unsure if she could still believe him.

    The room fell into a dead silence until the sound of someone approaching broke the stillness. It was Ray.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, three are down, and the others have been dealt with. Local authorities have been notified..."

    Hearing about the casualties, Liz''s face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again. She sat up abruptly, her voice tinged with urgency.

    "What about Dora?"

    "Ma''am, Dora''s been injured but it''s nothing life-threatening. She''s been taken to the hospital," Ray reassured.

    Relief washed over Liz, her eyes moistening as she thanked Ray, her concern for him evident.

    Caught off-guard by Liz''s concern, Ray was about to leave when he stopped, returning to the doorway to respond loudly.

    "Don''t worry, ma''am, those fools couldn''ty a finger on me. As for Mr. Remington Dashiell, he did sustain some injuries..." Before Ray could finish, the door was abruptly pulled open.

    Remington stood there, his gaze as sharp as a de, directed at Ray.

    "You talk too much."

    Ray looked innocent, simply responding to Liz''s concern with mo intention of boasting, especially not about being better than Mr. Dashiell. It seemed he might have struck a nerve regarding Remington''s pride.

    Realizing this, Ray quickly added, "I didn''t mean to imply I''m better, ma''am. Mr. Remington Dashiell is far more skilled than I am. He got injured because he was too worried about you, lost focus while searching for you in the vi..."

    Before Ray could finish, Remington shut the door in his face, effectively cutting him off.

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    He turned around, and Lizetta''s gaze fell on the man''s right shoulder as shey on the bed.

    She hadn''t noticed Remington was injured initially. It was only after hearing Ray''s words that she spotted the cut on the right side of his back.

    He was wearing a ck sweater, so the wound wasn''t visible, but there was a patch stained with blood.

    Lizetta clenched her hands, "Is it serious? You should get it treated."

    She couldn''t remain indifferent.

    And for Remington, it was finally hearing the words he longed to hear from her.

    He was pleasantly surprised.

    A slight smile curved his lips, unable to suppress his delight, as he quickly approached Lizetta, taking her hands in his.

    "You do care about me, don''t deny it! You can''t deny it."

    He said, prying open her tightly sped hands, revealing crescent marks on her palm.

    They were marks she had unconsciously made upon hearing he was injured.

    Lizetta, flustered and frustrated, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tried to withdraw her hand from Remington''s grasp, annoyed.

    "Even if I do care, it''s only because you saved me. Don''t tter yourself!"

    Remington tightened his grip on her hand, not annoyed by her denial, his eyes still twinkling with amusement.

    "Sure, sure, it''s all my wishful thinking. I just want you to care, to notice me. Liz, your coldness is killing me, hurts way more than the wound on my back. Don''t believe me? Feel it." Saying so, he audaciously pulled Lizetta''s hand to his chest.

    Holding her wrist, he guided her hand to rub over his heart for a moment.

    His gaze was deep and teasing as he looked at her, a tant enticement.

    The usually stoic man was making such a direct move.

    Lizetta felt his warmth and heartbeat under her palm, as if touched by hot coals.

    She jerked her hand away, "You''re shameless!"

    Remington, noting her flustered and embarrassed expression, caressed his now-empty palm.

    Innocently, he said, "I''m only speaking the truth. How is that shameless?"

    Lizetta red at him, ready to retort.

    But as she turned to face him, a shadow loomed before her eyes.

    And without warning, Remington''s lips pressed against hers, catching her slightly parted lips.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    The kiss was unexpected.

    Lizetta react

    her cheeks and head

    fleas stunned, forgetting to

    flushed with anger, driving

    bite or push him away. here.

    But Remington had quickly pulled back, leaving a loud smooch echoing near Lizetta''s ear.

    With a triumphant curve of his lips, he looked at the somewhat dazed woman and said, "Now, that''s shameless."

    Then, touching his lips as if savoring the moment, he turned his attention back to her.

    Lizetta was speechless.

    In a fit of anger, she raised her hand to p the shameless rogue.

    But Remington caught her wrist,

    "The police will be here soon, weet

    have to face other people. Shall we save this p forter? You wouldn''t want it to be too awkward, right?"

    Lizetta, infuriated yet amused, "Should I be thanking you for being so considerate?"

    Remington gently stroked the delicate skin of Lizetta''s wrist without replying.

    "Liz, I know you''re hesitant to trust

    and rely on me again, but if the West family dares to make a move, I''ll make sure to seek justice for you and for me. I won''t force you toe with me, but can you really swallow this insult?"

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    Lizetta simply couldn''t take it anymore.

    She had never intended topete with Ste for anything. It was Ste who had intruded into her marriage.

    Even so, she had stepped back at every turn, fleeing far from the chaos.

    Yet the Wests wouldn''t let her be, intent on hunting her down.

    Absolutely malicious!

    But Ray hadn''t said much when he came over, and even she was guessing-had Remington already known it was the Wests doing?

    Her eyes widened in shock, "You knew all along? Ste helped me flee the country, and as soon as Inded, the Wests had people searching for me..." Mentioning her escape, Remington''s handsome face darkened.

    "Otherwise, how do you think I found you?"

    Lizetta''s lips pursed, then she said with a hint of sarcasm.

    "Well, that''s quite the revtion. I thought even if I used the Wests, given your fondness for them, you''d suspect me of ndering them."

    A pang of pain hit Remington''s heart, his expression turning gloomy.

    What did he now represent in her eyes?

    His chest heaved slightly, unable to contain his frustration any longer; he abruptly reached out, his hand sping Lizetta''s neck.

    The sudden closeness made Lizetta''s breath hitch, somewhat frightened by his brooding demeanor.

    She tried to twist away, but his grip was unyielding.

    He was in control.

    All she could do was watch him draw nearer, breath bingbored, thinking he was about to do something to her.

    He stopped, just inches away, his voice cold.

    "If I were as you say, I wouldn''t be here right now. Liz, do you even care?"

    His voice was thick with usation and huskiness by the end.

    His eyes met hers, emotions swirling, bloodshot-indicating he too hadn''t had an easy time.

    Lizetta bit her tongue, tasting bitterness.

    If only she could be heartless, then she wouldn''t keep hoping for someone, only to be let down time and again.

    So, no matter what he said now, she couldn''t let herself be swayed again.

    She gently pushed against his shoulder, stating, "I''lle back with you, but on one condition."

    A surge of joy lit up in Remington''s heart, he released Lizetta, his expression brightening for the first time in a while. "Alright, I agree."

    He didn''t even wait to hear her condition before eagerly consenting.

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow, "Aren''t you going to ask what it is?"

    "It doesn''t matter. I agree."

    Remington lightly tapped her pert nose with his finger.

    Clearly, in his heart, nothing was more important than having his wifee home with him.

    But the next second, he heard Lizetta''s cool voice.

    "My condition is a divorce."

    Remington froze, his barely recovered

    heart, feeling the wa of spring, was suddenly thrust back

    into

    the harsh winter by a brutal chill.

    His handsome face momentarily showed panic and destion, wounded and pale.

    But Lizetta didn''t avert her gaze, looking at him steadfastly.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Her fleeing the country was because he refused to divorce.

    If he agreed now, why would she continue to live in exile? "Sounds like the police are here, I''ll go check. You rest." Remington suddenly stood up and started towards the door.

    Lizetta watched his retreating figure, her eyes lingering on his injured r

    shoulder. As his hand touch

    doorknob, she finally spoke.

    "Wait, let me take care of that wound for you."

    Even if it were a stranger, she couldn''t ignore someone hurt in her defense.

    Moreover, with Remington''s rare

    blood type, any dy in treating the wound could lead to serious blood

    lossan a foreignnd, that could be

    troublesome.

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    Remington didn''t nce back, his voice low and icy.

    "Liz, if you''ve truly moved on, don''t n on looking back, then be as cold as you can towards me."

    With those words, he pulled open the door and strode out.

    Lizetta, "..."

    What a jerk, she thought. If she gives him any more attention, she might as well be a fool!

    Let him be overwhelmed, for all she cared!

    Once Remington was outside, Ray approached him and said, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, Rp has fled."

    Rp had brought people over, but cleverly, Rp didn''t show up himself tonight.

    Ray, not having spotted Rp, had immediately ordered the men stationed outside to capture him, but somehow Rp still managed to slip away.

    Remington''s brow furrowed deeply as he spoke in a cold voice.

    "Double down on the search efforts. We need to find him alive!"

    Catching the culprit was crucial, as Rp was Barbara Daisynes West''s nephew and the operative this time.

    If he got away, the evidence would be insufficient, and many details would remain unclear.

    Hearing Remington''s tone, Ray felt a surge of rm.

    "Is Mr. Remington Dashiell worried that the West family will find out and attempt to silence the matter?"

    Remington massaged his temples, weary, and simply said, "Go."

    To Remington, the Wests had always felt like family.

    He had never doubted the Wests'' integrity, carrying a heavy guilt towards the West family. He saw the Wests as kind, generous, and forgiving.

    After the incident with Ste, Martin, Barbara, and Quentin never med him.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    They all silently endured the hardships, showing tolerance and kindness.

    Because of this, he had held the Wests in high esteem and trust. However, the recent events had left Remington uncertain about how to view the family he once trusted sopletely.

    In Zion City.

    At the West family''s vi, Barbara''s face was a portrait of distress. Sitting in a wheelchair, she fidgeted with a rosary, trying to contain her agitation.

    Rp had found people to act tonight, and she knew about it.

    But by now, dawn was breaking over Luminesia, and there was still no word.

    Rp was also unreachable directly, leaving Barbara with an ominous feeling. Yet, she clung to a thread of hope.

    Then, the sharp ring of a phone broke the silence-it was Ste calling.

    Barbara immediately answered, only to be greeted by Ste''s panicked voice.

    "Mom, we''ve been duped. I''m in Oakmont, and Remington isn''t here at all. He wasn''t on a business trip!

    He''s been so calm these past days, as if he''s given up on finding Lizetta. It''s all been a deception. Has he suspected me all along?

    Mom, he must have gone abroad, searching for that woman! Could it be that cousin was targeted the moment he left?"

    Ste had believed Remington''s sudden announcement of a business trip.

    For the past few days, her attempts to contact Remington had received normal responses.

    Ste hadn''t been suspicious, but

    with Remington''s prolonged

    absence, she grew restless and

    traveled from Zion City to Oakmont yesterday.

    She wanted to surprise Remington, only to discover he wasn''t in Oakmont at all.

    Ste was in total panic, and hearing this, Barbara''s heart sank, her face darkening.

    "Mom, could something have happened to cousin? What do we do?"

    Listening to her daughter''s cries of despair, Barbara''s gnarled fingers tightened around her phone, her expression turning vindictive.

    "If he can''t handle this simple task, he needn''t bother returning!"

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    Lizzy had slipped across the border under a false identity, thinking that once the cops showed up, she''d be in a world of trouble. But somehow, Rem had handled it. The cops had only asked Lizzy a few simple questions before they left.

    After a night of restless sleep, shaken by the encounter, Lizzy had quickly fallen into a deep slumber once the police were gone. When she next awoke, she sensed movement.

    Opening her eyes, she was startled to find herself in Rem''s arms, being carried out the door.

    "Where are you taking me?" Lizzy looked around, bewildered.

    Seeing her awake, Rem looked down and said, "Back to Zion City."

    Lizzy was shocked, grabbing at the man''s shirt cor, "You bastard, you promised you wouldn''t force me!"

    She kicked and pulled at his cor as if she wished she could strangle him.

    Rem''s eyes shed with resignation, his lips pressed into a thin line, almost grinding his teeth as he spoke.

    "I agreed to your condition," he said.

    Lizzy blinked, surprised. "Really?"

    She was a bit skeptical, feeling an odd mix of emotions.

    Seeing her doubtful look, Rem scoffed, "You don''t seem too happy about it. Having second thoughts?"

    Lizzy immediately burst into a big, sarcastic smile. "I''m thrilled! I was just worried about someone making promises they couldn''t keep."

    Rem watched her rxed smile, feeling a pang of pain. He wished he didn''t have to let her go, especially with other men buzzing around her like flies. But he was out of options.

    All his forceful tactics, he dared not use on her anymore.

    He was afraid of pushing her further away.

    And with Rp still atrge, Lizzy staying here was not safe.

    "Don''t worry, this time, I''ll grant you your wish... consider itpensation for the wedding."

    That disastrous marriage was his doing.

    Perhaps ending it was the only way to break new ground.

    Lizzy saw the resolution in his eyes; she could tell he was serious this time.

    This marriage was truly over.

    Her eyshes fluttered as she looked down, slowly releasing her grip on Rem''s cor, whispering, "So, after the flight, you''lle with me to the city hall?"

    "Yeah."

    Lizzy finally quieted down, letting Rem lift her into the car.

    As the car slowly drove away, she watched the town recede through the window, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing. And Rem caught every expression.

    His heart tightened, but then he remembered something.

    "Why here?" he suddenly asked.

    "Luminesia doesn''t have any Dashiell family properties," Lizzy replied, her eyes gleaming.

    "Lies," Rem said firmly, pausingC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    before continuing, "115 days of loving Rem, the Aurora Borealis... Today, read about the romantic legends of the aurora and thought about watching our own aurora together. It would be beautiful."

    He was referring to a wish she had written in her diary.

    Back when she penned those words, she was full of youthful dreams. But now, they only brought embarrassment.

    Lizzy grabbed a pillow from beside

    her and threw it at Rem, her eyes cold. "I tore up that diary. I wish ''d never written it. Can we not talk about this anymore?" S

    Rem watched Lizzy''s angry and disdainful face, his eyes deep with emotion.

    "But Liz, we did watch the aurora together, and it was beautiful..."

    Lizzy felt as if she had punched a soft spot, or perhaps breached a deeply sealed emotion.

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    She abruptly averted her gaze, refusing to look at the man again.

    Afterwards, he tried to strike up a conversation, but Lizetta was listless and unresponsive.

    On the flight back, Remington seemed to realize he was unwee, as he didn''t even stay in the same cabin as Lizetta.

    Lizetta was secretly pleased, but halfway through the flight, Ray came to wake her up.

    "Ma''am, could you please check on Mr. Remington Dashiell? He''s been running a high fever, and now he''s delirious."

    Lizetta, groggy from sleep, took a moment to fully wake up.

    "He''s got a fever?"

    "Yes, he''s been feverish since before boarding. It seems an untreated wound,pounded by your absence, has prevented him from resting properly. He''s been suffering from insomnia, which has severely depleted his strength and weakened his immune system..."

    When Ray saw Lizetta remaining seated, he urged her again.

    "Ma''am, won''t you please see him? Even if you and Mr. Remington Dashiell are divorced, he''s still your child''s father. If not for the sake of old times, then think of his mother. If something serious happens because of the fever, she won''t be able to bear it."

    Lizetta clenched the armrest tightly.

    She stared at Ray. "If he''s feverish, give him medication. Don''t you have a doctor on board? The crew should be more experienced at handling this than I am."

    Ray looked somber. "Mr. Remington Dashiell is usually in excellent health, so we didn''t have a medical professional on the private jet. We do have emergency medication, and he''s already taken fever reducers, but they''re not working. He''s been calling out for you. Fever can be affected by emotional state, and we still have over seven hours of flight left. It could be very serious, ma''am. Please, just go see him..."

    Eventually, Lizetta was persuaded. She stood up and followed Ray to the rear cabin, where a sofa area had been converted into a makeshift bed.

    Remington was lying there, his brow furrowed, an unnatural flush on his handsome face.

    Lizetta approached and bent down to touch his forehead. The heat shocked her, and she frowned, about to pull away when he suddenly grasped her wrist tightly.

    Lizetta instinctively tried to withdraw, but the man, eyes previously shut, now opened them and gripped her wrist even harder.

    Uncontrobly, Lizetta stumbled forward, falling onto him and getting wrapped tightly in his embrace.

    "Remington..."

    "Liz... you do care after all."

    Her annoyance was cut short by his hoarse, fevered voice.

    He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice entangling in her ear.

    The heat from his breath made Lizetta shiver, her heart seemingly scorched.

    "Remington, you''re feverish. Get a hold of yourself."

    Lizetta pushed against him, but he

    woulet go, instead seeming t

    find

    comfort in her presence,

    nuzzling his face against her neck.

    He still held her hand, guiding it to his cheek, and let out a contented sigh, murmuring.

    "Liz is my fever reducer. Don''t run away!"

    Hearing this, Lizetta''s eyes unexpectedly teared up.

    In the past, when he was feverish, he''d liked to cling to her like this, saying the same thing.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    Lizetta stiffened, her numb heart as if opened by Pandora''s box,

    awakening a painful, indescribat e

    swelling.

    For a moment, she softened.

    But she was grateful to quickly regain her rity.

    She closed her eyes tightly, softening her voice. "Remington, Ste."

    yone''m not Liz,!

    Remington, "..."

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    Remington''s momentary stiffness didn''t escape Lizetta''s notice.

    Lizetta chuckled lightly, "Let go, will you?"

    But Remington held Lizetta tighter, nuzzling his face against her neck, his voice husky and intive.

    "No! It''s your scent, Liz. I can''t be mistaken. You can''t fool me."

    If it weren''t for the sight of the man''s short, neatly trimmed hair, Lizetta might have mistaken him for someone else, perhaps a Joseph, not Remington.

    She was infuriated yet somewhat helpless, disdainfully turning her head away.

    "Mr. Taylor, you''ve been caught. Can you stop the bad acting already?"

    He was clearly lucid, pretending to be the big bad wolf.

    Remington, with his eyes closed, shook his head while hugging her, his head slowly sliding down to her chest.

    "Liz, you''re so fierce..."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    His actions and words were like those of a child throwing a tantrum.

    Lizetta had never seen him like this. For a moment, she was taken aback, forgetting to resist, her heart filling with a bittersweet sensation.

    But he was indeed very hot, feeling to Lizetta like a burning coal against her.

    "Did you even take any fever medicine?" she frowned.

    Remington didn''t answer, instead burrowing closer within her embrace, his face flushed as he inhaled her scent, his heart beating with joy.

    He didn''t want to speak. Just holding her like this felt right.

    God knows how many nights over these past two months he''din awake thinking of her.

    And how many times he''d managed to fall asleep, only to wake up from a dream of holding her, feeling an immense emptiness.

    A couple of nights ago, he had sneaked into her room, watching over her as she slept.

    He had wanted to hold her tight, to meld into her being, but he was afraid of waking her up.

    He had only dared to gently hold her hand, to stroke her hair, to massage her when she seemed ufortable.

    She recognized him and turned icy cold again.

    If his current shamelessness allowed him to hold her a bit longer, he didn''t mind being even more shameless.

    "I''m talking to you!" Lizetta pushed him.

    Remington then nestled closer within her embrace, murmuring, "Liz, brother feels bad, I just need to sleep it off..."

    His chin was stubbled with a rough beard, prickly as needles, easily poking through the knit sweater.

    As he rubbed against her, the stubble grazed her sensitive skin, stirring a mix of heat and breath, sparking a thrill of tingles.

    This unfamiliar yet intimate ambiance easily evoked memories of their past fiery encounters.

    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, forcefully patting his back, exasperatedly saying.

    "Remington! If you don''t let go of me now, I''ll get serious!"

    The man didn''t seem to take her threats seriously, slightly pulling away to look at her.

    "Easy there. Be careful, or I might

    actually lose my senses from this fever, be legally tent,

    and then I''ll have to stick

    for

    life!"

    His handsome face was flushed, his lips pale yet dry, making the lines on them more evident.

    Those deep eyes were also reddened, yet they looked like those of a pitiful big dog.

    It was only then that Lizetta noticed how much thinner he had gotten, his jawline more pronounced when he looked up at her.

    But none of that diminished his handsomeness; if anything, it added a certain morbid charm.

    Lizetta froze, her attempt to pull him away losing its force.

    Remington''sshes fluttered down,

    the light smile in his

    dhe hugged her againe

    pressing his face against her.

    However, as soon as he did, something kicked him on the face.

    Remington was initially baffled, and when he got kicked again, this time right on his nose, he jolted up from Lizetta''s embrace, looking at her incredulously.

    "Is that... Daisy?"

    Lizetta''s lips curved slightly, finding humor in his dumbfounded expression.

    She suppressed a smile, "Daisy''s teaching you a lesson!"

    Of course, it was Daisy.

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    Inside his mom''s belly, the little one couldn''t stand it anymore, and started throwing some serious punches and kicks towards his shameless dad. Remington was gobsmacked.

    He stared in disbelief at Lizetta''s protruding belly, then touched the spot where he''d felt the kick.

    The strength wasn''t much, after all, it was a fetus still inside the womb.

    But to Remington, it felt incredibly profound, his heart trembling with a peculiar sensation.

    He looked up, his eyes intense, a slight smile curving his lips, and in a raspy voice, he said.

    "That''s my kid, alright! Impressive!"

    Lizetta, "..."

    Even Daisyy seems annoyed with him, can''t he tell?

    Clearly, Remington was oblivious.

    Because he wrapped his arms around Lizetta''s waist again, pressing his handsome face gently against her, and spoke warmly to Daisyy. "Daisyy, missing daddy? Say hi to daddy again."

    This time, Daisyy was quiet, proving that the man was just full of himself.

    But Remington was persistent, gently poking Lizetta''s belly, left and right.

    Lizetta looked down at his thick head of hair, feeling the care and anticipation in his movements, her heart swelling with unspoken emotions.

    In that moment, they seemed like a sweet couple eagerly awaiting their baby''s arrival.

    If only it weren''t all a facade.

    His poking slowed and then stopped, his hand sliding down to Lizetta''s thigh, his breath hot and lingering against her abdomen.

    He seemed unable to hold on, and fell asleep.

    Lizetta lifted a hand to wipe away the moisture at the corner of her eye, then tried to shift his arm from around her.

    But she couldn''t budge it, sweating from the effort, she had to give up.

    She called out for Ray, but all was silent outside.

    Yet Lizetta knew Ray had to be there. She pursed her lips, calling out again.

    "Ray, if you don''t bring in some fever medicine now, he''s going to truly burn up into an idiot."

    Soon after, Ray walked in, carrying a cup of water and a fever reducer.

    You can''t take another dose too soon after the first.

    Lizetta knew, Remington hadn''t

    Tanine

    She grabbed

    the pill, "You''re quite the actor ever

    Considered busking under a bridge?"

    Ray shifted his gaze away, awkward and guilty.

    "Ma''am, I''m just a humble worker, really it''s all Mr. Remington Dashiell forcing me into these schemes, you believe me, right?"C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta chuckled, forcing the pill into Remington''s mouth, then grabbed the water cup, pinching his nose.

    As soon as he opened his mouth, she poured in the water. He swallowed hard in his sleep, then started coughing violently.

    He let go of the woman in his arms, arching his back, coughing hard, his neck flushed and veins bulging.

    It was a pitiful sight.

    Ray turned his head away, unable to bear watching.

    He thought it might be wise to cancel his holiday blind date.

    Stay away from women, cherish life.

    Remington had a strong constitution; after taking the

    medicine and getting some sleep, he was up, freshened up, in a crisp suit, looking nothing like the sickly, petnt man from before.

    Lizetta walked out of the aisle with him, trying to pull away.

    "I can walk on my own."

    "Airports are crowded, idents happen."

    He reminded her in a low, firm voice.

    Lizetta looked around; they were using a VIP corridor, she really couldn''t see the crowd he mentioned. But then, she had to eat her words.

    "Remington! Liz?"

    At the sound of a familiar woman''s voice, Ste''s lovely figure approached swiftly, dragging her luggage. She was alone, but her presence alone made Lizetta feel the space tighten, the air growing thick.

    "Remington, you''ve found Liz, that''s

    wonderful. Liz, where have you been all this time? Look at you, pregnant and running around! You have

    idea, I''ve been sticking by

    Remington, watching him worry and fret You can''t be so reckless next time."

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    Ste was like a big sister who genuinely cared for Lizetta, even reaching out to touch Lizetta''s stomach. Facing someone who wanted her dead, but acting as if nothing was wrong, was downright creepy.

    Lizetta felt a chill down her spine and snuggled closer into Remington''s embrace, her voice cold.

    "Don''t touch me!"

    Remington also reached out, grabbing Ste''s wrist to halt her action.

    At the same time, he tightened his hold on Lizetta''s other hand, pulling her closer into his protective embrace.

    Ste seemed shocked by Lizetta''s harsh words and Remington''s actions.

    Her face was a mix of confusion and sadness, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Lizetta.

    "Liz, what''s wrong?"

    She tried to pull her wrist free, her eyes filling with tears, "Remington, you''re hurting me..."

    Remington released her, and Ste flexed her wrist, showing several red marks.

    "What are you doing here?" Remington eyed her, his brow furrowed, his gaze cold.

    Ste felt wronged. She had worked hard to get closer to Remington, hoping he would forget Lizetta and fall for her. But now, it felt like they were further apart than ever.

    But she couldn''t let any of this show or give Remington any reason to suspect her.

    She forced a smile, yfully ring at Remington.

    "It''s all your fault for not telling me you were picking up Liz. I thought you were on a business trip in Oakmont, so I flew there to find you, only to find out I had missed you. I just got back." "Oh, I even brought back some souvenirs from Oakmont, Liz, here''s something for you."

    She pulled a small shell pendant from her bag and handed it to Lizetta.

    Lizetta stared at her, "Ms. West, have you developed amnesia? I left Zion City with your help. You should be thest person wanting me back, so why the act?"

    Ste looked genuinely shocked,

    "Liz, what are you talking about? I was worried when you disappeared I thought you were hiding because of a fight with Remington and woulde back after a few days. only found outter that you had really left..."

    She denied everything, confident Lizetta had no proof.

    Lizetta scoffed, "Ms. West''s act is quite convincing."

    Ste looked pleadingly at Remington, tears in her eyes.

    "Remington, you don''t suspect me too, do you?"

    Remington''s gaze was dark, "What did you tell Liz at the caf¨¦ that day?"

    Ste, tears rolling down her cheeks, sped her hands.

    "Okay, I admit, that day Liz asked me to help her leave Zion City. She said she had no feelings for you anymore and was in pain.

    She wanted me to use the West family''s connections to help her leave, but... how could I do that, Remington? I refused her right away. I even advised her to talk things out with you!"

    She was adamant, then turned to Lizetta.

    "Liz, isn''t that right?!"

    Lizetta marveled at Ste''s ability to y the victim.

    She emphasized how Lizetta was tired of Remington, making it seem like it was her own decision to leave, absolving herself of any me.

    "You did refuse me, but it wasn''t

    long before received a message.

    Those people were supposed to help me leave the country, but then they turned against me. Ms. West, do you really think your actions would leave no trace?"

    Ste was stunned, "What message? Harm you? I had no idea... Remington, you have to believe me, I would never do such a thing!"

    Her face went pale, shaking her head, tears streaming down.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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    Remington fixed his icy gaze on her, voiceced with a chilling edge, "Are you suggesting someone framed you? You knew Liz was nning to leave and you told me it wasn''t you. Then who else could it be?" Ste''s voice broke as she choked up, "I didn''t... Do you really see me as such a vile person in your heart? I genuinely don''t know how things turned out this way!

    Maybe someone overheard my conversation with Liz and decided to pin the me on me. Maybe Liz had told someone else about her ns to leave."

    "But the person who chased after Liz abroad was your cousin, Rp!" Remington said coldly.

    Ste''s lips trembled, a look of disbelief spreading across her face as if struck by terror, her grip on her suitcase loosening until it dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

    "It can''t be! How could it..."

    Lizetta, gently rubbing her belly, thought how if it weren''t for Remington''s timely arrival, Daisy would have certainly been in danger. She felt a surge of anger towards Ste, wishing she could p some sense into her.

    "Ste, do you really think a few tears can wash away the situation that has unfolded?"

    Yet, Ste, with tears welling up in her eyes, turned to Lizetta, "Liz, I know my actions spoiled your wedding, and you hold resentment towards me. But you can''t wrong me like this; it''s like sentencing me to death!"

    Just then, a weary voice broke the tension.

    "Remington, stop badgering Ste, she knows nothing! If you have questions, direct them at me."

    Lizetta turned to see the maid pushing Barbara forward.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Barbara was covered with a nket over her legs, herplexion pale and waxy, her hair gray and thin, looking every bit the part of fragility.

    Lizetta felt a chill run down her spine despite Barbara''s pitiful appearance, sensing something sinister.

    Remington drew her closer, his brows furrowed, his gaze cold and pained as he stared at Barbara.

    Ste, gasping for breath, widened her eyes and rushed over to kneel in front of the wheelchair.

    "Mom, what are you saying? Are you spouting nonsense? How could this involve you? It can''t be... Mom, please don''t scare me!"

    Barbara grasped Ste''s hand, looking towards Remington.

    "That day, when Ste came home, she casually mentioned that there seemed to be trouble between you and Lizetta. Lizetta had even approached her, hoping she could help her escape.

    Ste asked me if she should tell you. My daughter has suffered so much, and finally, when shees back, you''ve moved on, your heart changed!

    Yet, my daughter still considered

    your happiness above all, foolishly

    wanting to bless your love. Why

    should she? I told Ste not to

    meddle too much in your affairs and

    managed to convince her.

    But I wanted to fulfill my daughter''s wish, so it was I who reached out to Lizetta and arranged for her to leave the country. Ste knew nothing about this!"

    Ste''s tears fell in torrents, copsing onto Barbara''sp.

    "Mom, you''re lying, right? How could you do such a thing..."

    Barbara bowed her head, stroking Ste''s hair.

    "Stop crying, my dear. I knew you''re too kind-hearted. If you knew, you would have stopped me, so I kept it from you."

    Barbara then looked up at Remington.

    "Remington, it was Lizetta''s choice

    to leave. I merely facilitated her departure. As her godmother, all I wanted was to prevent you two from ending up resentful towards each other. You may not understand my intentions, and that''s fine.

    But this whole situation started with your wife; she was the one nning to escape. I merely assisted her. How can Ste be med for any of this? She''s innocent."

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    "In Evercrest, relentlessly pursuing Liz, and then attempting to take her life in Luminesia, is that your idea of helping her?"

    Remington''s gaze was ice-cold as he stared down Barbara, devoid of any warmth.

    Barbara''s brow furrowed slightly, "Attempt to take her life? Liz is tough, she vanished without a trace as soon as she went abroad. I was the one who helped her leave the country, of course, I had to ensure her safety! When we couldn''t find her, I even sent my own nephew to look for her. She was hiding in Luminesia, you say?

    And what about Rp, I haven''t been able to reach him. Remington, have you seen him on your trip?"

    Liz almost wanted to apud Barbara for her ability to twist the narrative so skillfully.

    Remington''s heart was heavy with irony.

    Even though he had suspected that the West family might go as far as murder, using Rp as a scapegoat, the reality still took him by surprise.

    He hadn''t expected Barbara to be so ruthless, especially towards her own nephew, whom she once treated like a son. Now, she was willing to cast him aside without a second thought.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    He had always prided himself on being a good judge of character, yet it turned out he was the one who was blind, not Barbara.

    "Do you really expect me to believe that? My wife was being hunted down in Luminesia, and all fingers pointed back to the West family.

    Barbara, have I been too kind to the West family over the years that you think I''m a fool easily deceived?"

    There was a sharp edge to Remington''s voice, and he no longer addressed Barbara with any familial endearment.

    Barbara felt a chill, though her expression remained unchanged, her brows knitting together.

    "Being hunted down? How could that be! Where''s Rp? I need to speak to him; there must be some misunderstanding!"

    Barbara wasn''t overly panicked; she had been careful with her dealings. She hadn''t made any appearances, and the men Rp brought with him had never seen her.

    Even if Remington interrogated those men, there was no direct evidence to prove she was the mastermind.

    As long as she insisted that Rp acted on his own, there would be no proof against her.

    Remington knew arguing further was pointless. Holding Liz close, his eyes shone with a chilling light as he coldly said, "I hope you can keep up this act."

    Barbara sensed a menacing threat in his words, and her heart sank.

    But the West family was no ordinary family. Without solid evidence, even Remington couldn''t touch her.

    2ton, I''ve always treated you

    child. To think

    your own godmother.

    murder, it breaks my belongs to

    3wn child. To think y

    Tears welled up in Barbara''s eyes.

    "If you have evidence, feel free to call the police on me, otherwise, I have nothing more to say."

    Ste also wiped away her tears, approaching Liz with a deep, sincere bow.

    "I''m sorry, Liz. My mother has been looking for me for years, wanting to make up for lost time, giving me the best. It must be my cousin who misunderstood her intentions, You''re a mother too; you understand the love Barbara has..."

    Liz looked at Ste with scorn, recognizing the West family''s timeless recipe for moral maniption.

    "I would never endorse my child with murder! Evil is evil, a murderer is a murderer, don''t tarnish the word ''motherhood"!"

    Liz spat out inughter.

    Ste''s face turned pale as she shook her head in tears.

    "Liz, you''ve misunderstood me and my mother deeply. You might not know, but I can''t have children of my own anymore, my health won''t allow it. But I know Remington''s status; he can''t be without an heir.

    So, if you truly leave Remington, your child would be mine, and I would love him as my own, why would I..."

    p!

    Ste''s pitiful plea was cut short as Liznded a fierce p across her face.

    "Ah!"

    Ste stumbled and fell, looking up with her hand on her cheek.

    "Liz..."

    "Whether you can have children is your business, keep your eyes off my child!"

    "I didn''t mean it like that... Remington?" Ste looked up at Remington, her eyes seekingfort.

    But Remington didn''t nce at Ste; instead, he gently patted Liz''s back as she trembled with indignation.

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    "Pregnant women shouldn''t get upset. Even if we divorce, I won''t fight you for Daisy''s custody. You are her mother and will always be! Don''t bother with what she said." Hearing him say this, Lizetta felt a bitforted.

    Ste''s words had been like a knife to her heart, suggesting she''d be left childless and alone.

    How could Lizetta not be angry?

    She turned her head away, protecting her belly, not wanting to look at Remington.

    Even though he was desperately trying to exin, Lizetta still felt uneasy.

    The weariness on her face was evident, and Remington felt like the tiny bit of progress he had made on the ne had beenpletely shattered by the West family''s mother and daughter. Irritation flickered in his eyes as he frowned at Ste, ignoring her tear-streaked face, he spoke firmly.

    "Ste, I have no romantic feelings for you. I''ve always seen you as a sister, and that hasn''t changed. We will never be a thing. Your usations are absurd!"

    Ste shook her head, visibly shaken.

    "I don''t believe you! Remington, you had promised my mother you would marry me."

    "Ha, ha, oh please, Mr. Dashiell is known for keeping his promises, isn''t he? Forgot your own words, did you? It''s time to give her an exnation."

    Lizetta''s voice was dripping with sarcasm, eager to leave this mess behind.

    She walked away from Remington, striding forward.

    Remington nced at Ray, who immediately followed.

    Taking a moment, Remington crouched down, looking into Ste''s tearful eyes, he spoke tiredly.

    "I was clear about the circumstances under which I agreed, your parents know it. If I had known it would lead to greed and harm towards my wife and child, I would have never agreed!

    Ste, I owe you, but my wife and child don''t. I''ve tried to make amends over the years, but everyone has their limits. Don''t push me to the point where my years of affection for the West family be a joke!" Ste was devastated, her face pale, tears silently streaming down.

    Her lips quivered, grasping at Remington''s coat.

    "Remington, believe me, believe my mother there must be some

    mrstanding. And Liz is fine,Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    swool

    isn''t she? You..."

    Remington looked into her pleading eyes, pulling his coat from her grasp.

    Ste felt a void, then a heavy sink in her heart, her expression one of stunned pain. Leaning in, Remington whispered.

    "Ste, you better truly be unaware

    of this mess. Otherwise... I won''t spare any past feelings. Don''t make me regret bringing you back, I''d rather you had died sixteen years age!"

    His voice cold, Ste froze, her support gone, copsing to the ground.

    Remington stood up, walking past Barbara without a nce, and left.

    Only when he hadpletely disappeared did Ste release a terrified cry.

    She got up, rushing to Barbara, "Mom, Remington, he..."

    She meant to say, Remington felt like a stranger, terrifying.

    His demeanor hadpletely changed, clearly siding with Lizetta, showing no tolerance for the West family anymore.

    But Barbara gripped her hand tightly, reminding sternly.

    "Ste, let''s go home."

    Barbara''s hand was cold, covered in sweat.

    Yet, Ste found strength, holding onto Barbara''s hand, wrapping her in a nket,ying her head on

    Barbara''sp, whispering through

    tears. nov

    "Mom, you''ll protect me, right?"

    In the car.

    As soon as Remington got in, ready to tell Ray to drive, Lizetta said.

    "Let''s go to the city hall first."

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    Remington froze, turning his head to gaze deeply at Lizetta.

    "Can''t wait, huh?" His voice was low, tinged with a hint of self-mockery.

    Lizetta nodded, "You promised me."

    She feared Remington might go back on his word, especially after the recent captivating performance by the West family, which truly scared her. Remington''s lips tightened slightly as he nced at his watch.

    "We won''t make it today. We need thewyer to draft a new divorce agreement. The long flight...it''s too much for you. Go back and rest for now." Saying this, he directed Ray.

    "Back to the mansion."

    Ray, understanding his boss''s orders, immediately started the car.

    But Lizetta was furious, disregarding the setting, she leaned forward, straddling Remington''s legs, and grasped his cor fiercely, ring at him.

    "Remington, you''re lying to me again, aren''t you! All those promises were just tricks to get me back!"

    She tugged hard enough to leave red marks on his neck, but he didn''t move, allowing her to vent her anger.

    He leaned back in his seat, a bitter feeling in his heart.

    He suspected that if he didn''t properly end this marriage, she might strangle him with the intention of leaving him for dead.

    Remington managed a wry smile, gently rubbing Lizetta''s hair, struggling to speak.

    "We now have Daisy. We need to settle custody issues, hence the need for a new divorce agreement. The old one won''t work anymore. You have to give me time to let thewyer prepare, right?" Lizetta frowned, "How long will that take?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    "I''ll instruct thewyer to deal with it now, and by evening, we can review the divorce agreement together. We''ll go to the civil affairs office first thing in the morning."

    Seeing his serious demeanor, Lizetta calmed down, realizing he wasn''t trying to deceive her.

    "Uh, can you let go now? I can hardly breathe."

    Only then did Remington gesture downwards.

    Lizetta had been tugging at his cor and tie, causing him to turn red fromck of oxygen.

    Lizetta let go, "You deserve it!"

    Remington adjusted his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, coughing as he turned his head.

    Seeing this, Lizetta felt a bit embarrassed.

    She attempted to get off him, but in the next second, Remington wrapped his arms around her waist.

    Lizetta, who was just about to lift herself, found herself firmly seated back on hisp.

    Only then did Lizetta realize how inappropriate their position was.

    She stiffened, "Let go."

    Remington, however, looked leisurely at her embarrassed state.

    "You climbed up here on your own, getting down won''t be that easy."

    Lizetta gritted her teeth, struggling a bit, but Remington''s hold on her waist tightened.

    Even Ray raised the privacy partition discreetly.

    Lizetta became thoroughly embarrassed and tense, "Remington!"

    The man lightly tugged at his lips, finding her current expression more appealing than when she coldly called him Mr. Dashiell.

    He nodded, "Stop moving, you''ve made my legs numb."

    "Then let me get up."

    "Give me a moment."

    Lizetta''s face slowly lost its anger, cooling down as she just stared at him.

    "Is this amusing to you?"

    The expression on the man''s handsome face gradually stiffened, his chest as if torn open and stuffed with ice.

    He slowly withdrew his hand from around her waist.

    Lizetta quickly got up from him and looked out the window, not turning back.

    Remington, however, kept his gaze on her profile, his expression darkening.

    He remembered the early days of their marriage when Lizetta was proactive and passionate.

    She would send him countless WhatsApp messages daily, regardless of his response.

    Every

    Shume she saw him, she''d flutter her trivial stories, ent

    like a butterfly, eagerly

    running out of things to say belongs to  S

    Whenever he returned to Oakridge Heights, she would prepare delicious

    meals, take care of everything for

    and approach him b

    y in light clothing. yet

    But back then, he thought all her efforts s were to secure her ce

    the Dashiell family, believing bet

    true

    desire was Lucian Dashiell S

    Also, because of his obsession with finding Ste, he trapped himself.

    He was extremely cold to her, but only now did he realize how painful indifference could be.

    It was more injuring to one''s pride than the freshly sharpened edge of a knife.

    Thinking about all this, Remington couldn''t help but feel he was aplete jerk. To have reached this point was entirely his own doing.

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    "Liz..." Remington couldn''t help but speak up, feeling the need to offer a sincere apology.

    But just then, Lizetta''s phone rang, cutting him off.

    Without acknowledging Remington''s call, she swiftly pulled out her phone, her lips curving into a smile as she answered.

    "Yeah, I''m in Zion City now, just left the airport. I''m fine, don''t worry about me."

    Remington thought it was Ynda on the line, but Lizetta''s next words caught him off guard.

    "Dora''s in the hospital. I got in touch with her as soon as Inded. Thankfully, her injuries aren''t serious, or I''d never forgive myself..."

    Remington''s expression turned icy, his hand tightening by his side.

    It had to be Jerome Madden on the line!

    "Really? So, I''ll get to see Dora again? Can''t wait. I''ll y host, make sure she''s treated right."

    "Alright, I got it. If I need help, I''ll definitely reach out to you..."

    As Lizetta chatted away, smiling, her phone was suddenly snatched from her hand.

    Frowning, she turned to see Remington disconnecting her call.

    Lizetta had considered herself quite the emotionally stable pregnant woman these past months, but Remington had a knack for getting under her skin in seconds. "What gives you the right to hang up my call? Give it back!"

    She reached for the phone, but Remington shifted it to his other hand.

    "To let you keep flirting over the phone with him?"

    "What did you say?! Jerk!"

    Lizetta felt insulted. A normal phone call, in his eyes, was flirting? Then what was his deal with Ste?

    Did wrapping it up in sibling affection make it okay to blur lines?

    Furious, Lizetta swung at Remington.

    He caught her hand, "Isn''t it the truth? Back in Luminesia, you were living under the same roof. Are you nning to be with him after the divorce? Do you like him?" His questions were sharp, his gaze piercing.

    Lizetta found it absurd, "Remington, you''re not in a position to ask me this. Let go!"

    But Remington coldly retorted, "I''ll never let another man be Daisyy''s father!"

    "What do you mean?" Lizetta frowned, a sense of dread settling in.

    Remington''s lips twisted into a mocking smile, stressing each word, "If you want custody, then promise you won''t date or remarry."

    Lizetta was livid, disbelief written all over her face.

    "You''re despicable!"

    Remington chuckled, "No, just like I promised, I won''t let Daisyy call any woman other than you, mom. How about I make it official in the divorce agreement? I, Remington, will not remarry, and Daisyy will be under my care. Fair, isn''t it?"

    So, to get Daisyy''s custody, she had to agree not to date or remarry?

    Lizetta''s face turned pale with anger, knowing this man wouldn''t let her off easily.

    "Liz, I''m willing to vow never to remarry for Daisyy''s sake, but you hesitate. Seems I love Daisyy more. Maybe it''s better if I keep her so you''re free to find your happiness..."

    Lizetta snapped, "Fine, I agree!"

    Remington''s lips curved slightly, releasing her wrist and handing back her phone, saying, "Good. Daisyy," your dad just made sure your mom loves you very, very much.

    But Lizetta realized she''d been baited!

    He''d trapped her again!

    Grinding her teeth, unable to swallow her pride, she coldly said, "Five years!"

    Remington raised an eyebrow, "What five years?"

    "Until Daisyy is five, I promise not to date or remarry. Not a day more!"

    Without hesitation, Remington agreed.

    "Deal."

    Five years, he thought, should be enough to win her back.

    As for Jerome, Hogan White, and the like, if they could endure five years withoutmitment, he''d tip his hat to them.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Fuming, Lizetta clenched her phone, turning to gaze out the window.

    Remington, on the other hand, was in high spirits when his phone rang with some good news.

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    As the car pulled into the grand estate, Remington stepped out and carefully assisted Lizetta from the vehicle.

    Fiona Dashiell, having received word of their arrival, couldn''t wait and, holding Tina''s hand, hastened from the mansion to greet them.

    "Liz, is that really you, Liz? Oh, my stars!"

    Upon seeing the elderlydy making her way over, Lizetta hurried to meet her.

    The sight of her running with a prominent baby bump rmed the old woman, who turned to Remington with an anxious expression and scolded, "What are you, a statue? Grab her, will you?" Instead of merely grabbing her, Remington bent down and, in one swift motion, scooped Lizetta into his arms and carried her over to the elderlydy before gently setting her down.

    Lizetta red at him, and he simply smirked, "Can''t have grandma calling me useless, now can we?"

    The olddy, seeing their interaction, couldn''t help but beam with joy and eagerly asked, "Liz, have you and Remington made up?" Lizetta, feeling guilty under the olddy''s hopeful gaze and ming Remington for the misunderstanding, hesitated before speaking.

    "Grandma..."

    Before she could continue, Remington smoothly interjected, "Grandma, it was on the condition of a divorce that she agreed toe back with me."

    Lizetta was worried Fiona might be disappointed, but to her surprise, the elderlydy took her hand, rolled her eyes at Remington, and said, "I knew it! You never had the charm to woo anyone, you useless lump."

    Feeling like he''d been stabbed in the heart, Remington''s pride shattered once more.

    With a resigned sigh, he said, "Let her keep youpany. I''lle to take her to the city hall in the morning. Got some things to take care of at the office."Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    With those words, he gave Lizetta a gentle look and added, "I won''t be back tonight, so you can stay herefortably."

    He knew Lizetta would feel uneasy if he were around.

    As he left, the olddy watched him go, then tightened her grip on Lizetta''s hand, "At least he knows he''s a bother. Now, Liz, let''s go inside and you can tell me all about where you''ve been these past months..."

    Following the elderlydy inside, Lizetta was surprised to find Hanna Evert Dashiell also present.

    Hanna''s gaze immediately fixed on Lizetta''s pregnant belly.

    Instinctively, Lizetta tried to shield herself, but Hanna spoke up.

    "Don''t bother hiding. Joseph has already found a match and is preparing for the surgery next month!"

    Lizetta was taken aback. "A match? Found?"

    "Yes, you didn''t want to save him, but fortune favors him, and he doesn''t need you now! And you no longer have to dodge and hide to avoid being tested!"

    Hanna''s mockingughter and the disdain in her eyes were cold.

    Despite Lizetta carrying Remington''s child and thus being Hanna''s grandchild, Hanna showed no concern.

    The olddy frowned at Hanna''s

    harsh words and dismissed her, "Enough. If you can''t say anything nice, don''t say anything at all. Your bitterness isn''t wee here, off you go."

    Hanna, ustomed to the olddy''s favoritism towards Lizetta, scoffed and left.

    Lizetta reassured the olddy,

    "Grandma, I never avoided the tests. I''ve arranged everything with a hospital abroad, and after the baby is born, we''ll save the cord blood and send it back..."

    Fiona patted Lizetta''s hand, "Grandma knows, dear. You don''t have to exin yourself. Your mother-inw is the one who''s wrong, not you."

    Meeting the elderly woman''s trusting and loving gaze, Lizetta nodded, smiling.

    Regardless, Joseph finding a match was a blessing, and Lizetta felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

    She spent the afternoon enjoying a meal, taking a walk, and chatting with the olddy, until, true to Remington''s word, awyer arrived with new divorce papers.

    "Mr. Dashiell has already signed. If everything looks in order to you, ma''am, you can sign as well."

    Thewyer slid the pen towards Lizetta.

    She scanned the document, noting that Remington had indeed agreed to relinquish custody rights, but with one condition: Lizetta was not to enter into any romantic rtionships or remarry within five years.

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    The divorce settlement was something Lizetta had expected, but she was caught off guard by the extensive list of assets that were now part of the deal. It appeared as if her soon-to-be ex-husband, Remington, was trying to drown her in a sea of wealth-properties, mutual funds, stocks, a string of registered patents, and even cash and jewels. The property values alone seemed to hit the billion-dor mark, not to mention everything else.

    Moreover, Remington had agreed to a monthly alimony of $500,000. Lizetta was overwhelmed, to say the least.

    "I don''t need any of this," Lizetta tried to argue, looking across the coffee table at Mr. Barlow, herwyer. "And the alimony... I..."

    "Mrs. Dashiell," Mr. Barlow interrupted, "this is your rightful im. Why on earth would you refuse? And as for the alimony, it''s already less than what''s typically expected. Mr. Dashiell insisted on this amount, fearing you might not ept more."

    Lizetta was speechless. It was as if Remington thought he could just throw money at her and make everything okay.

    She excused herself to make a phone call, stepping toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the upscale Manhattanwyer''s office. Dialing Remington''s number, she didn''t have to wait long before he picked up. "Met with Mr. Barlow?" Remington''s voice came through, casual as ever.

    "What''s the meaning of this, Remington? Are you trying to buy my forgiveness? Or do you think throwing all this at me will make everything alright?" Lizetta''s frustration was palpable.

    Remington''s sigh was heavy. "It''s not aboutpensation. I''m just trying to do this divorce the right way."

    "And making me pay back $3 millionst time was your idea of a joke? You never intended for us to split, did you?" Lizetta''s voice was sharp, using.

    "You think I care about that $3 million? Lizetta, you wanted this divorce. This is how it''s done," Remington''s voice wasced with exasperation.

    The idea of suddenly being a wealthy single woman brought Lizetta no joy. "You think I won''t use this money to live it up? I agreed not to date, but I never said anything about not enjoying life." "Go ahead and try," came Remington''s dark chuckle.

    Lizetta knew too well. epting Remington''s money was epting his control over her. "I came into the Dashiell family with nothing, and want to leave with nothing. I don''tC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    want any part of your wealth or your

    family''s."

    "Considering you''ve shared my bed and carry my child, leaving ''with nothing'' isn''t as simple as you make it sound," Remington''s tone was mocking, almost cruel.

    Lizetta felt her anger rise. "I''ve been called every name under the sun for over a decade because of you. I just want to cut ties cleanly! Can''t you ever just listen and not be so damn overbearing?"

    Taking the wealth felt wrong on so many levels, Not to mention, the moment Nathan Dashiell and Hanna caught wind of her newfound riches, they''d be knocking on her door and Remington''s next wife certainly wouldn''t be pleased about her share either.

    "You''re saying you don''t want anything from me? Right now, it sounds like what you don''t want the most is me and my affection," Remington''s voice was low, his words stinging. "Yes! Exactly!" Lizetta''s response was immediate and firm.

    There was a silence, a heavy pause on the line, before the sound of an office door being pushed open broke the moment.

    Ste, Remington''s assistant, stepped into the room, unaware of the tension. "Remington, I''ve brought the documents you need to sign urgently..."

    The interruption was a cruel reminder of their reality, a world where personal turmoil was always second to business demands.

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    Remington''s face turned icy in an instant. With a furrowed brow and sharp eyes, hemanded sternly.

    "Get out!"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Ste''s face drained of color, her eyes reddening with the sting of humiliation.

    "I-I''m sorry, I''ll leave now, oh!"

    As she turned, her movements were frantic and clumsy, causing her to bump her head against the doorframe.

    The documents she was carrying scattered across the floor. She immediately knelt down to pick them up, tears streaming down her face.

    Lizetta, of course, could hear Ste''s distinctive voice over the phone.

    At that moment, she recalled their encounter at the airport, where Ste mentioned she had been working closely with Remington at the Starlight Group for the past two months.

    It dawned on Lizetta that Ste had been positioned by Remington''s side in thepany.

    Remington always kept his professional and personal life separate. In the past, to foster a closer rtionship between them, Fiona had arranged for Lizetta to work as a junior clerk at the Starlight Group''s CEO office.

    However, the moment Remington saw her at thepany, his displeasure was evident. Later, he summoned her to his office and gave her a thorough scolding.

    Had it not been for the insistence of the family matriarch, Lizetta would have been promptly expelled from the Starlight Group by Remington.

    But Ste, who hadn''t pursued further education over the years, was now working in the president''s office at the Starlight Group. It was clear who had arranged this opportunity for her.

    Lizetta felt a wave of relief that she hadn''t fallen for Remington''s smooth talk and ended up hopelessly devoted to him.

    She scoffed, "It seems Mr. Dashiell is too busy to discuss matters with me now..."

    Hearing her mockery, a vein throbbed on Remington''s forehead, but before he could exin, Lizetta had already hung up. Ste, crying while gathering her documents, sported a noticeable bump on her forehead from the collision, looking pitiful. She hoped Remington woulde over to assist her, providing an opportunity to speak well of the West family once more. Despitecking concrete proof, she couldn''t believe Remington would be entirely indifferent to past affections.

    However, he remained seated behind his desk, showing no intention of helping, his gaze cold and oppressive, making Ste''s heart race. Ultimately, Ste dared not do anything further. She collected the documents, wiped her tears, and pushed the door open to leave.

    Back at the old mansion, Lizetta,

    thinking negotiations with Remington had failed and fearing their marriage was doomed, wanted to storm the Starlight Group wielding a metaphorical broadsword in her agitation.

    Unexpectedly as she was about to head upstairs, Mr. Barlow caught up to her, saying, "Ma''am, Mr. Dashiell just called. He said you can refuse everything else, but the child support of $20,000 a month is mandatory. Additionally, you can choose any property you like.

    Mr. Dashiell insists he cannot let his child live in poverty without a proper home. If you agree, I''ll amend the agreement right away..." Lizetta paused, then nodded without hesitation.

    "I agree."

    She was tired of dealing with Remington''s antics.

    Seeing her agreement, Mr. Barlow breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Just a moment, ma''am, I''ll prepare the new agreement right away."

    Turning to leave, Mr. Barlow was visibly stressed. In his years as awyer, he had never seen a divorce where the husband struggled to part with his assets.

    He wasn''t sure whether to admire Mr. Dashiell for his sess or pity him for his failure.

    Mr. Barlow quickly returned with the amended agreement, which Lizetta signed. He then left with the documents.

    The next day, Cedric came to pick up

    Lize. She got into the car, and Cedric exined, "Ma''am, Mr. Dashiell has been away for almost a week, dealing with a backlog of urgent business. He worked through the night and had an emergency meeting this morning..."

    Lizetta cut him off, "There''s no need to update me on Mr. Dashiell''s schedule. I''m only concerned whether he''ll show up at the civil affairs office."

    "Mr. Dashiell has already left the office, ma''am. Don''t worry."

    Lizetta nodded, "Please, call me Ms. Gardenia, thank you."

    Cedric, facing Lizetta''s resolute gaze, felt a wave of nervousness, "Ms. Gardenia..."

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    When Lizetta arrived at the city hall, Remington was already there, surprisingly early.

    Dressed in a sleek gunmetal gray suit that hugged his frame perfectly, he looked both handsome and aristocratic,pletely belying any signs of a sleepless night.

    He was smoking a cigarette, half gone, with wisps of smoke curling from his lips, partially obscuring his expression but leaving his profile looking somber and contemtive. Feeling her approach, he turned, met her gaze, extinguished the cigarette, and tossed it into the nearby bin.

    Lizetta walked over, and he mentioned, with a slight furrow of his brow, "Didn''t sleep wellst night, needed a bit of a pick-me-up. Hope you don''t mind."

    He stepped aside, waving away the lingering scent of smoke with a gesture of his hand.

    Given the day''s agenda-filing for divorce-Lizetta found herself treating him with an unusual dose of patience and understanding. She nodded, "It''s fine, let''s go."

    As they entered, their striking looks and evident social standing,pounded by Lizetta''s visible pregnancy, drew many curious and spective nces.

    Lizetta overheard a couple whispering nearby, the woman specting, "They must be here to get married. Looks like she''s pulled the ssic Cindere, pregnant and all. He looks like he''s got no choice but to marry her, see how gloomy he looks."

    The man countered, "No way, this is clearly a divorce in the making. Don''t let the guy''s looks fool you; he''s got that scoundrel vibe. Probably got caught cheating during the pregnancy. Bet on it!"

    Lizetta ignored the idle gossip, but Remington, trailing slightly behind, shot the girl a look so icy it silenced her immediately, a clear reminder not to judge what she didn''t understand.

    The divorce paperwork, signed swiftly and without a request for mediation, waspleted in less than ten minutes.

    Feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders, Lizetta turned to Remington, smiling slightly, "Mr. Dashiell, goodbye then. I''ll reach out next month for the formalities."

    Her message was clear: let''s keep our distance until then.

    Remington, catching her implication, looked at her intently. In the sunlight, she seemed to him like a wild rose, thriving despite the storm, now free from their entanglement.

    His heart clenched. He had truly lost her, the one he thought he''d never let go.

    Struggling to find his voice, he finally suggested, "Let''s head over to the West family''s ce, sort out that mess with the hit."

    Taken aback, Lizetta considered for

    a moment before agreeing. The assants had acted in Luminesia, and with an extradition treaty in ce between Luminesia and Seraphine Realm, the legal process to repatriate the criminals back to Zion City was underway, facilitated by Remington''s connections.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    As a victim, Lizetta wanted closure and followed Remington to his car.

    Upon arriving at the West residence, they encountered Martin West pulling in. His confusion was palpable upon seeing them together.

    "Remington, what''s going on? You

    said it was urgent," Martin began only to be interrupted by the arrival of another car. Ray emerged, nked by two bodyguards dragging a bloodied man between them.

    Martin''s concern was immediate, "Remington, my mother''s health is delicate, and Ste''s faint-hearted. What are you nning? Don''t scare them."

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    Remington fixed Martin with a cool gaze.

    "Godfather really has no clue?"

    Martin''s face twisted in anger, "Clue about what?"

    Remington didn''t borate, simply nodding towards the door, "Let''s go inside and have Barbara spell it out."

    He reached out, gently grasping Lizetta''s wrist through her clothing, leading her towards the vi.

    Lizetta nced down, noting that Remington had finally grasped the concept of personal space, holding her wrist rather than her hand, and she didn''t resist. Inside the West family living room, Ste was a bundle of jittery nerves, excitement tinged with unease.

    She had overheard a snippet of Remington''s conversation in his office yesterday.

    Remington had been arguing with Lizetta, andter, Mr. Barlow had dropped by with divorce papers for Remington to sign, on behalf of The Starlight Group.

    After Mr. Barlow left, Ste had "identally" knocked his briefcase open at the elevator and caught a glimpse of the divorce agreement.

    It seemed Remington was set to register his divorce from Lizetta today. After breakfast, as she was about to head to work at The Starlight Group, she got a call from Cedric telling her to wait at home because Remington would being over to the West household.

    A newly divorced man, rushing over to the Wests, Ste couldn''t fathom what it might mean.

    But she couldn''t help hoping for the best.

    Maybe, just maybe, Remington had grown cold towards Lizetta and her divorce drama, finally realizing Ste was a better match for him.

    Maybe, to Remington, she was different, his previous detachment merely a consequence of marital chains.

    Fresh from registering his divorce, could he being to take her on a date?Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    Perhaps, he was evening to propose.

    Such were her hopes...

    To this end, she had picked out an off-shoulder white sweater dress, its fluffy texture entuated by thin ck straps peeking through,plemented by light makeup that made her look youthful and pure.

    "Mom, do you think Remington will finally see how good I am for him? If we go on a date, where should we go first? Oh dear, I forgot to p I breath spray. Which vor did mom say was better, peach or

    nov

    strawberry..."

    Barbara stayed close to Ste, but without her daughter''s airy optimism.

    She felt a heavy premonition, suspecting trouble was brewing.

    Remington''s demeanor at the airport the day before didn''t hint at a peaceful resolution.

    And despite receiving a callst night from the hitman hired to silence Rp, confirming Rp''s death, Barbara couldn''t shake a sense of unease.

    Yet, Ste, lost in her sweet anticipations, failed to notice Barbara''s mood.

    As Ste dashed upstairs, buoyed by her dreams, the sound of a car pulling up and the butler''s announcement echoed through the estate.

    "Mr. Dashiell has arrived."

    In Zion City, few dared to address Remington by his first name.

    In the Dashiell household, even the servants referred to him respectfully as Mr. Remington Dashiell.

    But having been a fixture in the West family home since childhood, the servants there had always addressed him more familiarly as Mr. Dashiell, a unique honor. Hearing the arrival, Ste halted her dash upstairs, turning and running towards the foyer like a whirlwind.

    "Remington, you''re here, you..."

    Her voice, bright and joyful, froze mid-sentence, her smile stiffening on her lips.

    Because she saw Remington pulling along Lizetta.

    Clearly, all her hopes were dashed in that moment; Remington couldn''t possibly have brought Lizetta along for a date.

    "Oh... Liz, you''re here too.

    Remington, you should have told me

    Liz wasing. I would have had

    the staff prepare some pregnancy-friendly sweets on something."

    Ste forced a smile, but inside, panic was setting in.

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    She nced back at Barbara, sensing that Remington''s visit today was unlike any other.

    His arrival was stormy,den with malice towards the West family.

    Remington''s gaze was icy, his demeanor as still as water, causing Ste''s voice to fade into silence as she stepped back, looking somewhat panic-stricken.

    However, Remington paid no mind to Ste, his focus fixed solely on Barbara.

    After a moment, he spoke up in a deep voice.

    "Barbara should be well aware of why I''m here today. Don''t you have anything to say?"

    Barbara sat on the couch, her hands sped in front of her, her spine erect, maintaining herposure.

    Despite her paleplexion, her voice remained steady.

    "Remington, I told you yesterday. If I am innocent, I have nothing to fear. If you have evidence, then go ahead and call the cops. Other than that, I have nothing else to say."

    Yet, as soon as she finished speaking, Martin burst in from outside.

    One of Martin''s hands was covered in blood, his expression anxious and furious as he confronted Remington.

    "Remington, you need to let go of Rp! What the hell did you do to him? Your guys beat him to a pulp!"

    He had stayed outside because he recognized the bloodied figure being pushed around by Ray as Rp. Before Martin could continue, a loud crash was heard.

    It was Barbara, identally knocking over a teacup on the coffee table, her muscles twitching, hands trembling uncontrobly. Seeing this, Martin rushed over, gripping Barbara''s hands with concern.

    "Quick, grab a nket! Your hands are freezing. I know you''re worried about Rp, but you''ve got to take care of yourself too." Barbara''s ears were ringing, disbelieving that Rp was still alive.

    He had returned to Zion City alive?!

    Justst night, she had received a call saying Rp had been "taken care of."

    Yet, how did Rp end up in Remington''s hands?

    What had Rp disclosed?

    No! Perhaps it was a mistake.

    Forcing herself to calm down, Barbara looked up and said.

    "What do you mean Rp is covered in blood? Come on, let''s go see him."

    "No need for you toe, Barbara. I''ve brought your dear nephew to you."

    As Ray''s voice fell, a blood-soaked Rp was thrown onto the living room floor.

    "Ah!"

    Barbara couldn''t see, but Ste saw everything clearly.

    Rpy at her feet, his face visible, marred with several deep, bloody wounds.

    Seeing Rp tortured to such an

    extent,

    e screamed in terror,s stepping back until she fell to her knees, closing her eyes to the horror.

    Fear spread through her like a tide.

    She was afraid, afraid that Remington would subject her to the same fate.

    "Rp? Tell me, what happened? Weren''t you supposed to lead your team to Evercrestia and ensure Lizetta''s safety? What exactly did

    you do? You had nothing to do with these assassinations, right?"

    Barbara stood up, approaching Rp.

    As Rp struggled with the pain and looked up to speak, Barbara tightly grasped his hand, urging him.

    "Rp, don''t worry. If you''ve made a mistake, I won''t abandon you. Just tell me..."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta, who had been silent, chuckled lightly and said.

    "It might be better to tell him he''s got no way out and it''s in his best interest to take the me quietly. You won''t abandon him.

    Otherwise, if ites back to you

    and offends the West family, no

    one''s getting away with anythi

    That''s what you mean, right, Barbara?"

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow, confident in her interpretation.

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    Barbara lifted her gaze to meet Lizetta''s clouded eyes, which were unfocused and murky, unsettlingly so.

    Lizetta, harboring her venomous thoughts, shuddered instinctively.

    Remington''s hand, initially resting on Lizetta''s wrist, slid down to grasp her hand firmly.

    At the same time, the man, growing impatient, lifted his foot and mmed his polished Iridia leather shoe onto Rp''s knee.

    Rp twisted in pain, his body shaking. He looked up, reached out desperately to grab Barbara, and cried out with a hoarse voice.

    "I was just doing what you told me, bringing people abroad to get rid of Mrs. Dashiell! You''re the mastermind! You are!"

    Barbara, though blind to the sight, could smell the strong scent of blood and feel its sticky presence.

    She could only imagine what Rp looked like now.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Her face showed a mix of horror and anger as she struggled and vehemently denied the usations.

    "Rp! Think carefully about what you''re saying. If your mom knew you were trying to pin this on Barbara, how could she go on living?"

    Martin also stepped forward, his voice grave, "Rp! Your dad passed away early, and for years the Wests have been taking care of you and your mom. Your uncle has treated you like his own son. This is biting the hand that feeds you! If your mom found out, she''d be too ashamed to face the world."

    Both Martin and Barbara were using Cecilia as a means to threaten Rp.

    Rp, who grew up in a single-parent household, had a strong bond with his mother.

    Rp looked torn, covering his face as he sobbed, filled with regret and hatred.

    Remington watched coldly from the sidelines, his eyes mocking, not rushing or interrupting.

    He wanted to see just how shameless they could be to escape me.

    Ste, either from shock or something else, had been kneeling quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

    Suddenly, she looked up, crying out.

    "It''s all my fault, everything is because of me! I''m the one who deserves to die the most!"

    She crawled a few steps towards Rp, positioning herself in front of everyone, looking up as she grabbed Remington''s pant leg.

    With a broken plea, she looked up at Remington and said, "Remington everything started because of

    Let me be the one to go to I was the one who asked my cousin..."

    She was cut off as Barbara rushed over, pulling her away.

    "Ste! What nonsense are you spouting? You can''t just say things like that! Why are you always so foolish!"

    "Mom, I can''t just watch as you all go to jail for me. I can''t do it! If only I hadn''te back, it''s all my fault... I''ve ruined everything..." Ste and Barbara embraced, Ste weeping bitterly, while Barbara closed her eyes tightly, her face a picture of utter defeat. Ste''s reaction and her words brought Barbara back to reality.

    At this point, trying to coerce or bribe Rp into taking the me in front of Remington was impossible.

    It would only make Remington despise the West family even more.

    Barbara let go of Ste and, with trembling hands, wiped away her tears.

    Slowly standing up, her legs weak and faltering, Martin supported her.

    She pushed Martin away and faced Remington.

    "Yes, it was I who orchestrated Rp''s actions. Because as long as that woman was around, Remington, you would never marry Ste, would you?

    I had nned for the woman to be

    taken abroad under the care of my people until she gave birth, then to stage a difficultbor leading to bleeding out. We could have brought the child back, especially since Ste can''t conceive. Raising this child wouldn''t be out of the question.

    Ket

    But Lizetta, she couldn''t stay put, running away! She was too uncontroble, and with the West family''s malice already revealed, feared she might regret her decision and secretly return to Zion City, or even contact you, Remington. So, I decided it was better to be done with it and had Rp eliminate her..."

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    Despite having braved that harrowing night, Liz felt a chill run through her at Barbara''s words.

    Remington stared at Barbara, his expression stone-cold, yet a hint of crimson seeped into his eyes.

    "Luna! Have you lost your mind? How could you do such a thing?"

    Martin, his face a mask of shock and sorrow, steadied Barbara''s frail form, shaking his head in anguish.

    Ste moved closer, wrapping her arms around Barbara, the three huddling together in tears, as if they were the victims.

    Suddenly, Ste turned around, fell to her knees with a thud, and bowed deeply twice to Liz.

    Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Liz, please, I beg you, can you forgive my mom? She only acted out of confusion for my sake.

    My brother''s gone, I''ve been wandering for years, enduring so much suffering. My mom just wanted me to be happy. Look, you''re safe, reunited with Remington. This whole mess started because you ran away. Can''t we just leave it at that?

    If you agree to spare my mom, the West family will ept any form of penance. Liz, I''m begging you!"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Tears fell in droves, and Ste''s forehead swelled and bled from her deep bows.

    Her pale, bloodless face looked so pitiful and fragile, innocent yet filled with filial piety.

    Liz found it absurd and stepped back to avoid Ste''s touch.

    Remembering how close she came to losing her life, she couldn''t possibly feel any sympathy or be moved.

    "Attempted murder is a criminal offense, Ms. West. I know you haven''t had much education, but even elementary students know that criminal cases can''t just be forgiven and forgotten. You have to face the consequences," Liz said.

    Ste was visibly shaken and embarrassed.

    She crawled forward, clutching Remington''s leg.

    "Remington, please, you know my mom''s battlingte-stage cancer. She doesn''t have long left. After years of suffering and going blind

    from crying for me, we''ve finally et

    reunited. If she can''t find peace

    because of me, how can I live with myself... Please, as long as you don''t call the cops on my mom, I''ll do anything!"

    Ste tugged desperately at Remington''s trouser leg, looking up at him with eyes brimming with sorrow. Remington gazed down at her his eyes dark and brooding, his lips barely moving as he spoke.

    "Do you really im to know nothing?"

    A shiver ran through Ste, feeling the icy sharpness in his gaze.

    Biting her cheek, she managed to stop herself from trembling.

    Tears choked her voice as she replied, "I said, I didn''t know about it, but it all started because of me. I''m young; I''m willing to go to jail for my mom."

    By then, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

    Ste copsed, sitting on the ground but still desperately clinging to Remington''s pant leg.

    "Remington, for the sake of the life-and-death situation I once got you out of, for the sake of my severed finger, can''t you spare my mom just this once?"

    She lifted her deformed right hand, the ugly stub of her finger pointing up, her eyes beseeching Remington.

    Barbara gasped for air in Martin''s embrace, while he, too, was in tears.

    "Remington, the doctors say she has at most two or three months left. What''s the point of imprisoning her now?

    I''m willing to transfer 10% of the West family''s shares to Ms. Gardenia aspensation. We''ll keep your godmother confined to the attic, never to step out untilherst breath, just like being in prison. Would that be eptable?"

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    The West family, all three of them, were in tears, their eyes pleading as they looked at Remington.

    The murderer, now looking utterly vulnerable.

    Liz couldn''t believe how shameless they could be to act like this.

    She felt a chill, finding the situation both ridiculous and terrifying.

    Yet, she wasn''t sure if Remington would actually show mercy and grant their request.

    Remington remained silent, and Liz felt her heart growing colder.

    She mocked herself, about to pull her hand from his grasp.

    But Remington forcefully separated her fingers, intertwining them with his.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    With a cold expression, he pulled Liz to the side, stepping away from Ste, who was clutching at his pant leg.

    Ste''s expression turned to panic, her eyes filled with disappointment.

    Remington looked down at her, "Murder demands retribution. Attempted murder requires a price to be paid. Moreover, I haven''t seen any remorse or apology from Barbara from the beginning.

    She wasn''t acting on impulse; she had been plotting relentlessly! Should I let her go, so she can be more desperate and continue to harm my wife and child?"

    For Barbara, what was there to lose?

    Killing once or multiple times made no difference to her.

    If he showed leniency to Barbara today, Liz might face danger tomorrow, and he was unwilling to forgive anyone who would harm Liz.

    Ste''s grip weakened as she listened to his harsh words, her injured hand falling limply.

    "Remington, please! I''ll keep an eye

    on her, she won''t harm Ms. Gardenia again. If you''re worried, you can have someone watch over the West family!" Martin pleaded, still not ready

    ly to give up. He then turned to Liz, bowing deeply, "Ms. Gardenia, I know you''re kind and generous. We were wrong before, and sincerely apologize. If you''re not satisfied with the terms, we can negotiate-more shares or cash, anything..."

    Martin, a businessman, believed that with Barbara''s life hanging by a thread, and the prison conditions she might notst even a few weeks, it would be more profitable to exchange her life for a substantial

    amount of money.

    Liz was seen as someone climbing the socialdder, an orphan without a family background.

    With a generous offer, how could she not forgive?

    However, before he could finish, Liz coldly said, "So in your eyes, Luna Dempsey''s life can be measured by money. Unfortunately, my life and my baby''s life are priceless! I want those who harmed me to pay the price."

    She wouldn''t even ept the divorce settlement from Remington, let alone anything from the West family.

    She found it repulsive.

    "You! Ms. Gardenia... please reconsider." Martin was frustrated, wanting to call Liz foolish.

    But meeting Remington''s icy gaze, he swallowed his words.

    Remington stepped forward, shielding Liz from the West family''s further entanglements, his voice deep and firm.

    "The West family should be grateful that Liz and the child are safe. Otherwise, it wouldn''t be just Barbara paying with her life!"

    His voice carried a hint of menace, causing Martin''s face to pale and his shoulders to slump.

    Ste, overwhelmed, began to cry even harder.

    Soon, the sound of police sirens was clear.

    A team of officers arrived, handcuffing Rp and leading her away.

    The leading officer approached Barbara, who looked towards Remington and said, "My daughter became disabled trying to save you, and she suffered because of you all these years.

    She was supposed to be Zion City''s most elegant and pampereddy, unaware of the world''s hardships. Because of you, her life was ruined! You owe her, and you''ll never be able to repay it in this lifetime!"

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    "I''m okay with meeting my end, but this has nothing to do with my daughter Ste. I love her more than anything; I couldn''t bear for her to be dragged into this mess. Please, just spare Ste..." Barbara pleaded for thest time.

    However, the living room remained steeped in a prolonged silence.

    Remington clenched his jaw, his deep-set eyes dark and unreadable.

    He didn''t respond, leaving Barbara to sway slightly, her hope extinguished.

    Ste let out a stifled sob, and Barbara, in despair, lowered her head, imploring the police officer.

    "Could I go change my clothes? At least let me leave my home looking decent in front of my husband and daughter."

    She was wearing a simple nightgown, quite thin for the asion.

    Ordinarily, if a suspect didn''t resist arrest and cooperated, the police wouldn''t make a fuss over such a request.

    But with Remington present, the officer handling the case didn''t dare make a decision without his consent, turning to look at him.

    Remington frowned slightly, and Martin, his voice cracking with age, said, "Remington, do I need to kneel before you?"

    Finally, Remington told the officer, "It''s your call."

    The police put away the handcuffs. "Make it quick."

    Ste quickly wiped away her tears and stepped forward tofort Barbara, "Mom, let me help you."

    But Barbara gently pushed her hand away. "Let your fathere with me. It might be thest time I get to spend alone with him." Ste burst into tears again.

    Martin supported Barbara, and they made their way to the bedroom.

    Remington nced at the lead police officer.

    The officer followed them, signaling the other two to guard the windows tightly.

    Martin and Barbara seemed unaware, chatting as they went.

    "I want you to pick out something nice for me to wear."

    "Alright, and then I''ll do your hair like the first time we met, how about that?"

    Remington watched their retreating figures, his gazeplex.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Martin and Barbara had always shared a deep affection, and the West family home had always exuded a warm atmosphere. Remington had enjoyed spending time there as a child.

    He never felt his mother''s love from Hanna, but Barbara, his godmother, often filled that void, treating him better than Hanna ever did.

    Over the years, his respect and affection for Barbara were genuine, yet he never imagined she couldmit such a cruel act.

    Remington''s eyes darkened as he looked toward the staircase.

    "I''m tired. Should I take you home?" he asked Lizetta.

    Lizetta was indeed tired but didn''t need Remington''s escort. She shook her head.

    "Thank you, but I can manage on my own."

    Remington was still holding her hand tightly. Lizetta looked down, signaling him to let go.

    But Remington held on. "Where are you nning to stay? Let Ray take you."

    Lizetta pursed her lips, seeing Remington''s concession, she knew she had no other option, and began to speak.

    "I''ll go to..."

    However, before she could finish, a sudden outcry andmotion erupted from upstairs.

    "Ray! Keep an eye on her."

    Remington''s expression shifted ast

    he ordered Ray to step forward. Then, releasing Lizetta, he rushed

    upstairs, with Ste, still wiping her tears, following closely behind.

    Lizetta frowned, a sinking feeling in her heart, uncertain of what had transpired.

    Upstairs, Remington reached the master bedroom door, which was open.

    At a nce, he saw the scene within: Barbara hadn''t changed her clothes. Shey on the bed, her face contorted, with foam at the mouth.

    contorted, with foam at this?

    A syringe and a suicide note were found beside her.

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    Martin slumped by the bed, his face streaked with tears, a picture of grief.

    The officer quickly checked the scene, then walked over to Remington with a grave expression. "It appears to be cyanide poisoning. The syringe and a note were prepared in advance. She''s gone."

    "Mom! Dad, what happened to mom? Why? You were with her, weren''t you? How did this happen?"

    Ste stumbled into the room, grabbing Barbara''s hand and sobbing as she questioned Martin.

    Martin rubbed his face, filled with regret, and said, "I went to the closet to fetch a dress for your mom. She wanted to look around our house onest time. When I left her, she was just dusting off our family portrait..."

    "Mom! Mom, please, say something to me!"

    As Ste shook Barbara, Martin calmed down and gently pulled Ste aside. "Ste, let''s let your mom go in peace. This was her choice."

    Ste covered her face, weeping, and staggered towards the doorway where Remington stood.

    Her face was pale, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Remington, my mom is gone. I don''t have a mom anymore. Liz must be satisfied now, right?"

    She gave a bleak smile, her expression one of utter despair, then suddenly her eyes closed, and she copsed towards Remington.

    Remington frowned slightly, catching Ste in his arms instinctively.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Downstairs, Lizetta, anxious and apanied by Ray, had just reached the scene. What she saw was Remington, holding a frail Ste in his arms, his gaze filled with concern.

    Lizetta stopped in her tracks, then abruptly turned and walked back downstairs.

    "Ma''am..."

    Ray''s voice made Remington look back, catching a glimpse of Lizetta''s retreating figure. His brow furrowed deeply.

    He handed Ste over to a nearby officer and hurried after Lizetta.

    Lizetta, visibly pregnant, was slowly descending the stairs.

    Remington caught up with her in a few strides, grabbing her arm as he tried to exin, "Barbara took her own life. Ste is in shock..."

    Lizetta struggled lightly, her tone cold. "You don''t need to exin anything to me."

    Remington''s eyes darkened, his grip tightening unintentionally as he spoke harshly, "Liz, Barbara is dead! It''s time to put this to rest."

    Indeed, there''s an end even to killing.

    Barbara admitted her guilt, and now she was gone. What more could be done?

    Holding onto it would be unreasonable,ckingpassion.

    And though Remington didn''t say it outright, his words implied as much.

    Lizetta scoffed, nodding. "Now that the murderer''s mother is dead, no one can cover for Ste''s crimes

    or

    fight over men for her. Such a pity, she''s to be pitied.

    But

    havere divorced now. I''ve

    handed you over, no need for h

    Mr. Dashiell, please,

    back and take good care

    sw

    "Lizetta!"

    Remington''s face turned stormy, veins on his forehead standing out sharply.

    Lizetta, pained by his grip, didn''t respond but instead forcefully pried his fingers off one by one.

    Remington pressed his lips together, struggling to control his emotions.

    He didn''t want to let go until he saw the pained expression on her pale face.

    He suddenly released her, and Lizetta instinctively patted the area he had gripped before turning to leave.

    Her disdainful gesture made Remington''s handsome face darken further.

    At that moment, the officer in

    charge of the investigation caught up, needing Remington''s input for the next steps now that Barbara was deceased.

    Remington had no choice but to instruct Ray, "Take her home."

    Ray hurried after Lizetta, while outside the West family home, several police cars remained, the area cordoned off with police tape.

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    Even in the upscale neighborhoods where the wealthy reside, it''s rare to see anymotion. But today was different. Liz had already called her friend Ynda, and as she stepped out of her mansion, she immediately spotted Ynda pushing her way to the front of the crowd behind the police tape.

    Liz hurried over, and by the time Ray had pulled up in his car, she was already sitting shotgun in Ynda''s ride. Ray had no choice but to follow behind.

    "Looks like we can''t shake off this tail," Ynda remarked with a smirk, ncing at the car trailing us through her rearview mirror.

    If it weren''t for Liz being pregnant, Ynda would''ve been tempted to put her foot down and see if Ray could keep up. But with Liz''s condition, that was off the table.

    "Let him be," Liz said, her voice detached. She had filled Ynda in on everything that had happenedst night over the phone.

    Ynda peered at Liz, concern creasing her brow. "What''s up? The cops taking their sweet time with something? I was hoping to catch the show of that witch being hauled away."

    "Luna''s dead," Liz dropped the bombshell.

    Ynda mmed on the brakes. "What? Dead?"

    "Yeah, she went to change her clothes, ended up injecting herself with something, and even left a note."

    Ynda took a moment to process this, then mmed her hand against the steering wheel. "Serves her right! But seriously, were those cops just there for decoration? They let her off too easy!" Liz couldn''t help but chuckle at Ynda''s outburst.

    "What''s so funny?" Ynda nced at her friend.

    "Nothing, it''s just... I feel better hearing you say that," Liz admitted.

    She had been feeling guilty, wondering if she was being too heartless. But suicide as a way to dodge punishment didn''t sit right with her. Luna had brought her fate upon herself.

    "So, Ste had nothing to do with it?" Ynda asked as she resumed driving.

    Liz pursed her lips. "Who knows? Luna was adamant it was all her doing. And now with her gone, that''s probably where it''ll stay."

    Ynda hoped for Ste''s sake she was innocent because living with that kind of guilt would be a nightmare.

    Changing the subject, YndaBelongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

    brightened. "Let''s drop this grim talk. I booked us a cool spot at Lakeside Cafe to celebrate your newfound freedom. Let''s make it a night to remember!"

    Soon, they arrived at the cafe. Ynda held the door for Liz, who was greeted with a burst of confetti as she entered.

    "Surprise!" The room was decked out with balloons and flowers, with a shy sign proiming "Liz''s Fab Divorce Bash!"

    Among the familiar faces were Hogan and Hamilton Madden, ready with more confetti.

    Liz shot Ynda a bewildered look.

    "What''s going on?" they silentlymunicated.

    Ynda winked and gestured for Ray to stay back, then slowly closed the door behind them, kicking off what promised to be an

    Ove

    unforgettable celebration.

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    "Liz, where have you been all this time? Everything alright?" Hogan asked with a gentle voice.

    "Wow, look how much Daisy has grown already!"

    Hamilton didn''t hold back either. He stared in amazement at Lizzy''s belly, then squatted down slightly, waving at her stomach with a smile that was both soft and charming.

    "Hey there, Daisy, I''m Uncle Hamilton. Oh, and I brought you a gift."

    Hamilton turned around, picking up a giant white teddy bear from his seat and handing it to Lizzy.

    Lizzy smiled, epting it. "Thanks, Hamilton."

    She then turned to Hogan. "Brother, have you not been abroad?"

    Hogan had previously applied to study in Astoria with Lizzy, even quitting his job at the hospital for it.

    But his initial application to study abroad was to be with Lizzy.

    When Lizzy couldn''t make it, Hogan dyed his ns as well, during the time Lizzy had disappeared.

    Hogan had asked Ynda twice about Lizzy''s whereabouts, with Ynda only saying Lizzy had gone abroad.

    Hogan had even spent some time in Astoria, asking Master Dories about Lizzy, hoping to bump into her on the streets of Astoria.

    But, failing to find her and after encountering someone from Remington in Astoria, he realized Lizzy wouldn''t dare seek out Master Dories if she was running away, so Hogan returned home.

    "My mom has been unwelltely, I wanted to spend more time with her. I''ve rejoined Skyline Hospital," Hogan mentioned briefly before swiftly changing the subject with a gentle smile.

    "Liz, I specially ordered a cake for you, less sugar. Come, give it a try."

    Ynda watched the two men vying for attention, one adorably puppy-like, the other a refined gentleman.

    Both seemed far superior to the notorious Remington, making for a very pleasing scene to her eyes.

    Ynda chuckled, stepping aside to snap a photo of the trio, sitting down to immediately share it on Facebook.

    "Leaving the wrong ones to meet the right ones, picture.jpg"

    She blurred the photo, showing only the figures of three people. Their faces weren''t clear, but the atmosphere was fully captured.

    Cassius Sterling was the first to see

    this

    Facebook. He was

    a fantasy drama set

    leosto

    lead in

    wrapping up filming after

    Having wrapped up filming today, he had invited Ynda to the wrap party, but Ynda had ditched him to pick up Lizzy.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Seeing the post, Cassius immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Remington.

    "Remi, Lakeside Cafe, that''s all I can do for you, buddy."

    He imagined Remington rushing over to whisk Lizzy away, thereby breaking up the gathering at Ynda''s end.

    After sending the WhatsApp message, Cassiusmented on Ynda''s Facebook post.

    "Delete this, unless you''re not fond of living, huh?"

    "Let''s have a drink, thanks for bringing me into the role, Cassius. Wanna add me on WhatsApp?"

    Cassius was scrolling through his phone when a sugary voice suddenly spoke up next to him.

    It was Caroline, holding a drink and leaning in close.

    She was wearing a ck bodycon dress, her voluptuous curves visible from Cassius''s angle.

    Cassius coolly withdrew his gaze, pushing away the phone that was presenting a QR code. "The show''s over, no need for that."

    With a strong background and control over big screen resources, Caroline had been trying to seduce Cassius ever since she joined the cast.

    To her frustration, Cassius showed

    no interest in her, the so-called goddess of the entertainment world, even avoiding intimate scenes with her preferring to mingle with a rtively unknown actress instead.

    Caroline took it as an insult, feeling indignant.

    When her phone was pushed away, she didn''t get angry but instead leaned in closer, smiling.

    "I saw what happened that night,"

    she said, her voiceden with

    insinuation, her breath tickling Cassius as he tilted his head ncing sideways at Caroline.

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    Caroline blinked, "You know, like a spontaneous camping trip, Movie Star Cassius ys it pretty wild. identally got some footage of it..."

    Cassius''s gaze darkened slightly, his voice cool, "Text it to me."

    Caroline''s lips curved into a smirk, raising her ss in a toast.

    Cassius, with azy grip, clinked his wine ss against Caroline''s and took a sip, his Adam''s apple bobbing.

    Caroline, with a sultry look, passed him a QR code.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    After adding her on WhatsApp, Cassius said, "Send it."

    Caroline chuckled, sauntering back to her seat and, with a twist of her waist, sent him a photo.

    Cassius tapped open the message.

    In the photo, under the curve of a crescent moon, the night over the creek illuminated a tent. Inside, the silhouettes of two intertwined figures were unmistakable. Zooming in, Cassius''s lips quirked in a mix of wild desire and amusement.

    Catching his smug smirk, Caroline typed a message.

    "Got something even more thrilling. You in?"

    After sending, a red alert popped up immediately, changing Caroline''s expression in a sh.

    Meanwhile, Cassius, without looking up, saved the photo, then switched to Facebook, refreshing his feed only to find Ynda''s recent post had vanished. Was it actually deleted?

    So obedient?

    With a click of his tongue, Cassius opened Ynda''s chat.

    "ying nice today, huh? What do you want?"

    Ynda responded quickly.

    "Forgot you''re just one of Badass Remington''sckeys!"

    Lackeys?

    Something felt off to Cassius. He checked Ynda''s WhatsApp profile, then her Facebook again.

    Sure enough, all of Ynda''s updates were gone.

    She hadn''t deleted her post; she had restricted him.

    In an instant, Cassius''s mood soured.

    At the hospital, in a private room.

    Remington checked Cassius''s message while Ste, still unconscious on the hospital bed, hadn''t woken up.

    Opening the photo, even through

    blurry figures, Remington could

    instantly tell the woman surre

    by fawning men was Lizetta

    And though her expression was indiscernible, somehow Remington felt she was smiling.

    Smiling at other men.

    His grip on the phone tightened, ready to turn away, when suddenly Ste let out a sharp scream.

    "No! Please, don''t! Mom, stop!"

    Remington paused, turning back to see Ste trapped in a nightmare.

    Her face was pale, drenched in sweat, hands iling in the air, her fear palpable.

    Frowning, Remington''s gaze fell on Ste''s visibly injured right hand, but

    he decided to approach, and bet

    gently

    patting her shoulder.

    Ste seemed to fall deeper into her nightmare, crying out in panic.

    "Get away, don''t touch me! Please, I''ll behave, I won''t do it again, just don''t hit me!"

    Over the years, Ste had not had it easy, often going hungry or cold, and sometimes subjected to lockups and beatings.

    And now, her nightmares were clearly a reflection of those painful experiences.

    Remington stiffened, a crack of emotion breaking through his icy demeanor as he called out sternly.

    "Ste, wake up!"

    But she continued, her iling hand identally striking Remington.

    His brow furrowed deeper, he grasped her hand firmly.

    Only then did Ste''s eyes snap open. Seeing her awake, Remington let go and said,

    "I''ll get a doctor."

    Yet, Ste looked at him with eyes

    full of pain and fear, tears rolling t

    down

    cheeks. She hesitantly

    reached out, gripping his hand.

    "Remington, is that really you? I thought... I thought you''d never want to see me or bother with me again."

    Her voice broke into sobs, her other hand gently touching his face, seeking reassurance in his presence.

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    When Ste reached out, Remington stood up straight, sidestepping her gesture and pulling his hand from hers. "Here, wipe your face."

    He handed her a wet wipe.

    Touching her face, Ste felt the tear streaks and sat up awkwardly.

    After she cleaned her face, it was like she finally snapped back to reality, her voice tinged with nervous guilt.

    "Remington, where''s my dad? Is he okay?"

    Remington''s brow furrowed slightly, a sh of irritation passing through his eyes.

    "He''s fallen ill, resting in the next room."

    The police had just left when Martin copsed.

    That''s why Remington had been dyed.

    Ste''s face filled with worry, and she tried to get out of bed but fell back weakly.

    "Rest for now," Remington said sternly. "Your dad''s condition has stabilized. The nurse will let you know when he wakes up."

    Ste nodded obediently, her eyes wandering helplessly, tears falling as she spoke.

    "Remington, with my dad like this, and my mom''s funeral... I don''t know what to do. Could you take care of it? Please, for my brother''s sake?"

    Her lip quivered, and seeing Remington silent, she began to cry again.

    "I know my mom did terrible things, but death trumps all, doesn''t it? Her sins should be wiped away with her passing. She may have wronged Lizetta, but she never wronged you. She always cared for you..." Traditionally, only sons or sons-inw handle funerals.

    Ste needed Remington to agree; it would mean he had truly moved on.

    Barbara''s death would be buried, and Ste didn''t want to be scorned for having a murderer as a mother.

    But Remington cut her off, his voice cold.

    "Harming my wife and kid, and you say she hasn''t wronged me?"

    Ste froze, her hands iling helplessly.

    "No, that''s not what I meant... I''m sorry, I didn''t consider your feelings, that was thoughtless of me.

    I just think my mom died regretful and guilty. If she knew you''d forgiven her, she''d rest in peace."

    Remington was unyielding. "I can''t forgive. I''m no saint. The most I can do is try not to hold a grudge."

    Ste nodded silently, her expression deste. Then, Martin''s voice came from the door.

    "Ste, let''s keep your mom''s funeral simple.dll handle it. I''m still here, no

    need to bother Reming

    bother Rent Who

    Ste quickly got off the bed and went to support Martin.

    "Dad, you''re awake? Are you okay?"

    Martin seemed much older, his back hunched, the hospital gown hanging loosely on him.

    He reassured Ste with a shake of his head, then looked at Remington with a sigh.

    "Remington, I have just one uneasy request. Can we keep Luna''s cause of death a secret? Ste was lost for so many years, and the rumors about her are already harsh. If

    eln¨¦

    Luna''s cause of deathes out, how will Ste live, or find someone to marry?"

    Tears fell from Ste''s eyes. "Dad,

    Cot afraid. I can bear it. If theret

    I''m

    it might even ease my

    conscience..."

    Remington''s patience was thinning. "We won''t make a spectacle of it."

    Ste brightened, feeling that Remington still cared about her feelings.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    But then he added coldly, "Thepanies'' deep coboration would suffer if this got out."

    Any secret joy Ste felt was instantly doused in cold reality.

    She hid her disappointment, looking up at Remington with gratitude.

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    "Remington, thank you for whatever reason you did to protect my mom''s reputation."

    Remington simply said, "I''ve got things to do."

    As he turned to leave, Ste took a step after him. "Remington, I can''t go to work at thepany until after my mom''s funeral."

    He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Ste.

    Ste was about to remind him to take care of his health when she heard him say, "You don''t need toe to work at Starlight Group anymore." Ste was stunned, panic setting in. "Why... why?"

    She looked at him, those eyes of his always held a distance when looking at others, but seemed to soften unknowingly when theynded on her.

    Ste had always thought she was special, but now she could see, Remington''s gaze was truly cold.

    Towards her, there was still noplete trust, was there?

    Even without any evidence, even after her mother hadpletely disassociated her from any wrongdoing before she died, Remington still harbored doubts. Could they never return to how things were before? This sent Ste into a panic, tears sliding down her cheeks again.

    Remington''s tone remained indifferent, "I''m very busy, and following me around, you won''t really learn anything significant. At Starlight Group, you''d only be handling trivial matters anyway.

    With Barbara''s situation, even with cover-ups, there will always be people who find out the truth. There will be plenty of rumors in Zion City for a while.

    After the funeral, you should consider studying abroad. Discuss it with your family; if you agree, I can make the arrangements."

    With that, Remington didn''t linger any longer and quickly walked away.

    His tall, cold figure vanished, leaving Ste in disbelief, unable to ept what had just happened.

    He actually wanted to send her abroad.

    She looked at Martin, "Does he want me gone? Does he not want to see me ever again? He... Ah!"

    Smack!

    Before she could finish, Martin had pped her hard across the face.

    Ste fell to the ground, unprepared, her head buzzing, vision blurring, tasting blood in her mouth.

    She looked up to see Martin ring down at her coldly, cursing, "You''re good for nothing but trouble! Who told you to act so smart?!"

    As Martin advanced, Ste scrambled backward. She leaned on the hospital bed to stand, crying and trying to defend herself.

    "It''s all Lizetta''s fault! She must have been ying me from the start, never intending to leave. She was tricking me!

    Once abroad, she had people ready

    to meet her, waiting for us to make a move, then informed Remington, orchestrating this whole thing. That woman is too cunning... Mmph!

    W

    Martin moved closer, his hand closing around Ste''s throat.

    Ste was pushed back onto the hospital bed, tears of fear in her eyes. She whimpered, trying to pry Martin''s hands off, her legs kicking under the bed. This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Remington, dyed by this incident, caught up in the morning rush.

    He arrived at Lakeside Cafe just as Lizetta and Ynda were leaving.

    Ynda mentioned she had other things to attend to and left.

    Hamilton and Hogan were vying to take Lizetta home when Remington''s car abruptly stopped in front of Lakeside Cafe. He got out and strode towards Lizetta.

    His expression was dark, his gaze sweeping over the white teddy bear Lizetta held, and the "Divorce Party" banner in Hamilton''s hand, his eyes turning icy.

    Lizetta, slightly frowning, quickly noticed a faint scratch on the man''s neck.

    Long and thin, it was clearly made by a woman''s nails.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but find it amusing. Was Ste unable to keep him happy, and now he was turning to her?

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    Liz frowned, instinctively stepping back as the man approached.

    That step froze Remington in his tracks, darkening his already stern face.

    "Liz,e here. I''ll take you for your prenatal checkup," he said, barely concealing his anger as he reached out to her.

    Before Liz could respond, Ynda crossed her arms and said, "Oh, Mr. Dashiell has a moment to spare? With your busy schedule, you still find time for Liz, who''s just lost her mom. We really shouldn''t trouble you, after all, Liz isn''t your concern anymore."

    After herment, Ynda gave Hamilton a significant look.

    Hamilton immediately lifted the sign he was holding, waving it at Remington.

    But in the next second, Remington grabbed the sign and tossed it in a perfect arc into a nearby trash can.

    Ynda red at Hamilton, her look clearly asking, "How could you be so useless?"

    Hamilton shrugged innocently, "I didn''t expect him to actually do something about it. Mr. Dashiell is so ruthless; no wonder Liz is ditching him even while pregnant!"

    "Ruthless? Do you know what he''s best at?" Ynda, forgiving Hamilton''s fumble, chimed in.

    "No idea."

    "Juggling two hearts at once."

    The two mocked Remington while Liz silently bit her lip.

    In the past, Remington''s friends had sneered at her too.

    But the man, with a stern face, ignored Ynda and Hamilton, his gaze fixed on Liz, the pressure in his eyes immense as he repeated, "Come here."

    However, Liz''spliance in the past was because she saw him as a brother, a husband, someone she could trust and rely on.

    Now, she wished to treat him as a stranger.

    Instead of moving towards Remington, she stepped towards Hogan, trying to remain calm.

    "Mr. Dashiell, didn''t n on getting

    a checkup today. Even if I did, I wouldn''t need your help. I''ve already agreed to register at Skyline Hospital with my senior brother, who will arrange everything for me. I just wish you''d stop bothering me.

    11

    Her rejection was clear, leaving no room for Remington''s pride.

    In front of so many people, no one had ever embarrassed Remington like this.

    Feeling that Remington should get

    the hint and back off, especially

    since he always cared about maintaining his dignity in public, Liz turned to Hogan, "Senior brother, could you please take me?

    Hogan smiled and nodded, "Of course, let''s go."

    As they were about to leave, Remington suddenly moved forward, grabbing Liz by the arm. Before Liz could react, he snatched the teddy bear she was holding and tossed it to Hogan.

    Catching it instinctively, Hogan watched as Remington scooped Liz up and headed towards his car. "Remington! Have you no shame!" Ynda yelled, about to chase after them, but Ray blocked her way.

    "Ms. Ynda, thedy is carrying

    care of

    child. It''s his right to

    his woman and child..

    shameful about that?This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    As for you, Ms. Ynda, if you''re not keen on acting and prefer matchmaking, I know a few agencies. Shall I introduce you?"

    Ynda clenched her fists, visibly angry, but she couldn''t overpower Ray.

    And with that, Remington carried Liz into his car and drove away.

    In the car, Liz sat emotionless, not bothering to struggle or argue, knowing it was pointless.

    She appeared exhausted, as if even ncing at Remington was too taxing.

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    Remington pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration clear in his voice. "I don''t agree with you giving birth at Skyline Hospital." Lizetta replied with a detached tone, "It''s my body, my choice of hospital."

    Remington scoffed coldly, "But I''m Daisyy''s father. You''d need my signature to even get into the delivery room!"

    With no other family to turn to, Lizetta indeed would need Remington''s signature when the time came.

    Angered, she turned around swiftly and swung at him, shouting, "Jerk! Using this as a threat, are you even a man?"

    But Remington, as if anticipating her move, caught her hand effortlessly and retorted icily, "If I wasn''t a man, how would Daisyy even exist?"

    Lizetta red back, teeth gritted in frustration.

    Remington''s expression softened a bit, "Skyline Hospital doesn''t have the amenities private clinics offer. Even if not for your sake, don''t you want Daisyy to have the best care and protection possible? Don''t be stubborn."

    He always seemed so reasonable, so considerate.

    Yet Lizetta felt exhausted. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, her emotions had turned indifferent.

    "Remington, during our two years of marriage, you barely cared about me. Now that we''re divorced, suddenly you want to be involved in everything. Isn''t it toote?"

    "Not at all," he responded, his gaze softening.

    Lizetta punched a pillow in frustration, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

    "So, you want to keep tabs on your childhood sweetheart and us too? Think you can manage? No wonder Ste''s scratching at you; I too can''t help but want to p you."

    Her eyes then fell on the scratch along his neck.

    Following her gaze, Remington touched the mark, a slight sting reminding him of its cause.

    He frowned slightly, recalling the incident.

    "You''re not jealous, are you? It''s not what you think. Ste had a nightmare, and I was just waking her up when she identally scratched me. That''s all there is to it, nothing more between us." But Lizetta couldn''t stop imagining Ste crying forfort in his arms.

    She pulled her hand away, "I''m not jealous. I don''t love you anymore, why would I be jealous?"

    Yet, Remington suddenly leaned in,

    his arm pressing against the back of the chair beside Lizetta, his towering

    pbbed herwhelming her. He r chin, insisting, "You ne

    don''t love me? If that were true, why can''t you treat me indifferently? Why keep running, afraid to face me?"

    Under his intense gaze, Lizetta felt her resolve waver. She tried to push him away.

    But Remington was persistent, his grip tightening as he lifted her hands above her head and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss far more passionate and deep than any before, as if to ignite the buried feelings and turmoil within her.

    Lizetta''s attempts to resist turned into muffled sobs, dissolving into the heat of their entwined lips.

    Her struggle only brought them closer, his warmth enveloping her, causing her breathing and senses to scatter in disarray.

    Feeling increasingly panicked and out of control, with Remington evidently more so, the tension between them palpable.

    This kiss had shifted, bing something more profound and desperate.

    Tears streamed down Lizetta''s

    cheeks, and tasting the salt,

    Remington finally pulled away, their

    foreheads, still touching, his gaze et

    intensely focused on her

    tear-streaked, flushed face. In a hoarse voice, he dered, "You don''t stop loving me. You''re just trying to convince yourself, lying to yourself!"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

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    Lizzie''s deepest, most hidden emotions, the ones she''d buried far from sight, were ruthlessly torn open by him, leaving her raw and exposed. She red at him, frustration boiling over. "Remington, you''re so full of yourself!"

    "You push away my kiss, yet you don''t despise it. I can tell," he said, his words a cold, cruel revtion.

    Even through the pain, even if it suffocated him, he was determined to awaken her love for him.

    His stance had been unwavering from the start.

    Foolishly, she had thought his agreement to divorce meant he had seen reason, that he was finally letting her go, no longer clinging to her.

    Lizzie''s face paled in an instant, despair in her gaze as she looked at Remington.

    Her lips trembled, words failing her.

    Remington gently caressed her chilled cheek, "You want a divorce, custody of Daisy, your freedom; I''ll grant it all.

    But you need to give me something in return, let me know I''m doing the right thing, not just pushing you further away!"

    He was letting go just enough to hopefully win her back, not to truly lose her to another.

    Lizzie saw the possessive madness in his eyes, her own eyes beginning to sting with tears.

    Remington, stroking the redness under her eyes, softly said, "Liz, after the divorce, let''s bury all our past grievances. Let''s start over, this time I''ll be the one courting you, from scratch, okay?"

    Courtship, romance...

    Such beautiful concepts.

    Especiallying from a man like Remington, from the man she''d been infatuated with for so many years.

    Like the sweetest honey, tempting.

    Lizzie was speechless, her usual refusals and cold words locked away, unspoken.

    She thought of the times he had appeared out of nowhere to protect her and Daisy when they were in dire need.

    Remembered his joyous shock at Daisy''s first kick, like a child''s delight.

    Her heart wasn''t untouched, but she was someone who couldn''t stand even a speck of dust in her eye.

    His attempts at warmth couldn''t sustain her through another moth-to-me ordeal.

    After a long pause, she still shook her head at Remington.

    "A rtionship with three is too crowded, you can''t ignore Ste, can you?"

    Remington fell silent for a moment.

    Lizzie wasn''t surprised by his reaction, sheughed bitterly.

    "That day, when Yoli fell down the stairs right in front of me, I felt such regret and guilt, just like I could never ignore Yoli''s matters in this lifetime, you can''t ignore Ste''s either it''s a deadlock. I don''t want to live in a love triangle, always entangled, always on guard, and

    always suspicious."

    Barbara was gone, but Ste, motherless, still wouldn''t let go of Remington.

    And Remington had to take

    responsibility for Ste for life, no woman could ept her man

    r looking after an velet

    woman.

    Especially when that woman was still deeply in love with him, determined to have him.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    "Remington, I''m begging you, let me go, please stop bothering me, okay?"

    Remington gazed at her dimmed

    get

    face, but his mind shed back to

    the moments she and Ynda were

    together, how she radiated

    happiness.

    His throat felt choked with grit, grinding painfully.

    Looking into her eyes, welling up with tears again, he asked, "What if I send Ste abroad?"

    Lizzie froze, her heart skipping a beat before racing uncontrobly.

    But she dared not let herself hope too easily, steadying her breath as she looked at Remington.

    "Thene find me once you''ve sorted things out with Ste."

    Whether he could truly do it remained to be seen, for Lizzie felt this was no simple matter.

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    Ste was never going to agree to move abroad.

    Remington raised his hand and gently patted Lizetta''s head, his voice slow and deep.

    "Alright, I promise. But you also need to keep your distance from those men with ill intentions!"

    He paused, then added, "Especially Jerome."

    Lizetta blinked in confusion. She had just met Hogan and Hamilton, and she wondered why he specifically emphasized Jerome.

    Her puzzlement was clear, and Remington exined in a grave tone.

    "In Evercrestia, Rp was led astray. Later, someone sent an anonymous message to Rp, and that''s how he found you."

    This information hade out during Rp''s interrogation.

    But Rp didn''t know who had sent the message.

    Lizetta furrowed her brow. "You think Jerome is connected to the person who sent the message to Rp?"

    Remington let out a light chuckle. "Jerome was the only one who knew your location. Even I found you by following Jerome''s trail. What do you think? I warned you before to stay away from Jerome!" Lizetta''s frown deepened, remembering Remington''s warning before she left Zion City.

    "Do you suspect Ms. Madden was the one who passed the message to Rp?"

    Lizetta was somewhat rmed; she had never met Florence Madden in person.

    If merely because Jerome had helped her, Florence would go to such lengths to get rid of her, it was terrifying.

    "Stay away from men who are taken!" Remington said sternly.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta nodded. "I understand."

    Still, Remington took Lizetta to the Dashiell hospital; she was 26 weeks pregnant.

    Back in Luminesia, she was supposed to have her 4D ultrasound, but it was postponed due to a sudden heavy snowfall.

    The doctor set up the appointment, and it was the first time Remington apanied Lizetta for a prenatal checkup.

    The man was clearly more nervous

    and excited than Lizetta. The doctor rmended preparing some

    warm cookies and chocte, along warme

    with some gentle exercises,

    beneficial for the checkup.

    Remington didn''t send someone else; he personally went downstairs to buy these items and then walked with Lizetta in the corridor for a long time. Family members usually aren''t allowed during the 4D scans, but the hospital made an exception, and no one dared to stop Remington from entering.

    Lizettay down with Remington''s assistance, and the doctor, with a friendly and reassuring smile, told her.

    "Don''t be nervous, just rx. First, we''ll see if the baby cooperates. If the baby is shy, it''s normal to try a few times..."

    Lizetta nodded, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of soon seeing Daisyy''s face, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

    Remington bent down, holding Lizetta''s hand, gently scratching the palm of her hand.

    Lizetta stiffened slightly; this was the first time she exposed her belly in front of Remington since it had grownrger.

    She felt a bit ufortable, but the doctor''s words soon captured her full attention.

    "The baby is so cooperative, in a great position, not hiding the face, everything''s very clear, wonderful. Mr. Dashiell, Mrs. Dashiell, look how well the baby is growing..."

    Lizetta looked over and immediately saw the little one with closed eyes, a tiny fist clenched tightly near its face, as if sleeping or deep in thought.

    In that moment, Lizetta instinctively

    tightened her grip on Remington''s hand, her eyes welling up with tears, spontaneously turning her head to look at him with excitement.

    But he, too, was looking back at her.

    His handsome face bore an almost identical silly smile, his deep eyes turbulent with emotion, slightly red.

    That unexpected eye contact made Lizetta''s heart clench, stirring an indescribable warmth and excitement. At least for that moment, they were in perfect emotional sync, soul to soul.

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    The doctor snapped a bunch of photos of Daisyy making various faces-sticking out her tongue, wide-eyed, grinning, yawning... Lizetta held the printout dearly, barely having warmed it up when Remington leaned over and snatched it away.

    "What the heck?"

    Lizetta instinctively reached to grab it back, but the man quickly folded the paper.

    "I''ll keep it safe."

    Lizetta was not pleased, spreading her hands, "If you want one, go ask the doctor for another copy. This one''s mine, give it back."

    She cherished it and wanted to keep it, to show it to Yoliter, and someday to Daisyy too.

    But Remington, ignoring her, had already tucked the printout safely into his suit pocket.

    The man raised an eyebrow at Lizetta, "You''re with Daisyy all the time. What''s the big deal if I take one report? If you wanna see it, just call me, I can bring it over anytime." Lizetta was frustrated. She certainly didn''t need such an excuse to meet.

    "I''ll take it back to grandma; she''d be thrilled."

    Seeing her puffing her cheeks in displeasure, Remington finally softened his tone, gently ruffling Lizetta''s hair.

    Lizetta also wanted Fiona to be happy, so she nodded.

    She was off to see Thaddeus Gardenia, and Remington had business to attend to; Cedric had already been waiting for a while.

    As they stood in front of the elevator, about to part ways, Lizetta made to step in but was suddenly pulled back by the man.

    Spinning uncontrobly into Remington''s arms, she was gently embraced.

    Lizetta pushed against his chest, but Remington seemed oblivious to her resistance, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

    "I promised I''d sort out Ste''s business before bothering you again. Just remember what you promised me."

    "Got it, can you let go now?" Lizetta responded.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    All she had agreed to was not to get too close to other men.

    Being heavily pregnant and hardly in a position to start a new rtionship, agreeing or not didn''t make much of a difference to her.

    Hearing her somewhatpliant response, Remington felt a pang of reluctance.

    Sending Ste abroad would take at

    least until Barbara''s week-long

    vel.ne

    mourning was over, smoothly

    speaking, that''s ten days to half a

    month.

    Not being able to see her for so long, he already felt like a year would pass before they could meet again.

    "Will you miss me?" he asked, holding her, a hint of longing in his voice.

    Lizetta found it hard to believe these words wereing from Remington without looking at his face.

    She didn''t answer, but her silence was answer enough.

    Remington''s lips curved slightly, releasing her as a faint joy twinkled in his eyes.

    "I''ll take that as a yes."

    Lizetta thought he was quite good atforting himself. She turned and stepped into the elevator.

    As the elevator doors slowly closed, hiding the figure standing outside, her expression gradually turned cold.

    Any softening of her heart towards Remington, like Cindere''s ss slipper, was temporary.

    When emotions in a rtionship shift from being more emotional to more rational, it''s harder to get hurt.

    She didn''t believe Remington could really send Ste away; she just didn''t want to provoke Remington or have him constantly show up.

    ????

    She was worried about not being able to smoothly get the divorce papers likest time, deceiving him, but she hadn''t expected Remington to suddenly be so gullible.

    He seemed to truly believe they could start over after the divorce, that she would ept his pursuit.

    Lizetta frowned, feeling inexplicably irritable again.

    Thaddeus''s room was as tidy as ever, with fresh flowers on the bedside table.

    The caretaker, always diligent, was surprised to see Lizetta.

    "Ma''am! I was wondering why you hadn''te bytely; it''s been Mr Dashiell visiting. Turns out you were pregnant, taking care of yourself. That''s wonderful."

    Lizetta, whose trip abroad was unknown to the caretaker, walked over and took the towel from her hand.

    "Remington has been to see my brother?"

    The caretaker found her question odd, assuming the visits were at Lizetta''s request, not knowing theplexities of their rtionship.

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    "Mr. Dashiell drops by every week, always taking the time to chat with the doc, asking about Mr. Gardenia''s condition in detail."

    Lizetta lowered her gaze, wiping Thaddeus''s face gently, her eyshes fluttering upon hearing the update.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Remington''s usually swamped with work. Even though the hospital is part of the Dashiell Group''s portfolio, Remington oversees the Starlight Group. His involvement with the Dashiell Group''s assets is minimal that''s Nathan''s domain.

    So, his visits to the hospital are purely for Thadieu''s sake.

    Lost in thought while cleaning Thaddeus''s hands, Lizetta was startled when she felt a gentle tap from his palm.

    She snapped back to reality, looking down in surprise, "Thad just moved his hand!"

    "Ma''am,tely Mr. Gardenia has been quite responsive to external stimuli. His fingers twitch often, and the doc says there''s a good chance he might wake up. It''s important to keep interacting with Mr. Gardenia don''t miss out on the opportunity."

    The caregiver''s words filled Lizetta with excitement and guilt. She held Thaddeus''s hand tighter.

    "Big bro, Liz is here. I haven''t been able to visit for a while, are you mad?

    But I''ve got good news, little Daisy''s growing up so fast and healthy. In just over three months, Daisy will be able to meet you."

    "Big bro, you have to wake up soon. Don''t you want to teach Daisy to call you uncle yourself?"

    "Big bro, I''m about to divorce Remington. I''m worried I won''t be able to take care of Daisy properly. You promised to always have my back, to give me a family to turn to. Don''t just lie there, beingzy..." Thaddeus''s hand twitched again, freezing Lizetta in ce before she burst into a smile.

    "Big bro, you heard all that, didn''t you? Keep fighting! You have to wake up!"

    "Liz... Liz?" A voice called from the doorway.

    Lizetta looked up to see Daisylin Gardenia. She looked drastically different after some time apart.

    Her face bore some scars from burns, she wore a wig cap, and without makeup, she appeared aged and worn.

    "Liz, where have you been? And your belly... it''s so big now, is it Mr. Dashiell''s?"

    Daisylin stared incredulously at Lizetta''s stomach, who frowned in response.

    "What are you doing here?"

    "Your brother''s been reacting a lottely. As his mother, I naturally want to be here for him, in case he wakes up. He''d surely want to see his mom first, right?"

    "You can stay then." Lizetta didn''t want to deal with Daisylin and stood up to leave.

    But Daisylin grabbed her, attempting a pleading smile, which Lizetta cut off coldly.

    "If it''s about money, don''t bother asking."

    "Liz, you can''t just leave me in the lurch. You have no idea what I''ve been throughtely. My brother''s business went under, and he''s drowned in debt. Even my house was swindled away.

    I can barely afford to eat. Do you want me to die on the streets? You''re a mother now; you must understand how hard it is to carry a child for nine months. You wouldn''t want your child to treat you with the same coldness, would you?

    Lizetta stared at Daisylin''s pitiful face, "What, isn''t Evelina Hawthorne sending you money anymore? It''s easy to get some cash, just tell me, why was Evelina sending yo@money every month?"

    Daisylin''s eyes darted around, quickly letting go of Lizetta''s hand.

    "What else could it be? I raised her. Now, the Hawthorne family''s done for, Eve''s been missing for ages. Liz, I''m really starving. I don''t need much, just give me ten thousand, no, five thousand..."

    Lizetta''s lips curved slightly, saying, "I''m heartless and cold, not even truthful, clearly not starving yet."

    She walked away, leaving Daisylin wanting to cling but recalling the painful burns, she clenched her teeth and stopped.

    Outside the room, Lizetta whispered to the caregiver.

    "I''ve hidden a voice recorder under the pillow. Once Daisylin leaves, take it out. And remember to record if shees back again."

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    Liz had prepared the voice recorder the day she flew back home, a precaution she kept in her purse just in case.

    If Liz hadn''t thought letting Daisy speak to her big brother might help him wake up, she would have preferred Daisy not to linger. But Liz had her reservations about Daisy, sensing something off about her.

    If Daisy truly cared about whether her son would wake, why hadn''t she visited more when Thaddeus first fell into aa? "Alright, ma''am, rest assured."

    In the hospital room, Daisy, fuming, shut the door and red at Thaddeus.

    "Such a heartless girl, treating your stepbrother so well! But don''t forget, you''re my flesh and blood. If you wake up, don''t go siding against your own family!

    Two years ago, if you hadn''t eavesdropped on me talking to your uncle, insisting on snitching to that girl, would you have ended up in that ident?"

    After leaving the hospital, Liz returned to the Pine Vi apartment where Ynda was staying. It was a ce Hanna hadpensated Ynda with, and she had been living there for a while.

    When Liz signed the divorce papers, Remington insisted she choose a property, and she picked an apartment in Pine Vi, right above Ynda''s. But it wasn''t ready yet, so Liz was going to stay with Ynda for the time being.

    That night, they were in bed together, ying games on their phones and chatting away.

    Upon hearing Liz had gone for a 4D ultrasound, Ynda, excited, tossed her phone aside and sat up.

    "Where''s the scan? Come on, show me Daisy''s pretty pictures!"

    Liz, pulled by her enthusiasm, also quit her game.

    "Remington took it with him."

    Ynda kicked the nkets, "Typical Remington, acting all high and mighty just for apanying you to a prenatal checkup and even snatching the loot!"

    Lizughed, "Alright, let''s sleep. It''s been a while since I''ve slept with my godmother. Daisy''s happy, right?"

    She ced Ynda''s hand on her belly, and Daisy immediately started kicking happily.

    Ynda was overjoyed, "Did the doctor say if our Daisy''s a little prince or princess?"

    Liz shook her head, "I didn''t ask."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    To her, whether it was a boy or girl, Daisy was her surprise, her joy.

    Remington hadn''t asked either, buting out of the exam room, he had hugged her, wishing for a sweet and lovely daughter. "Good, we''ll have a surprise to look forward to."

    Yndaid back down, then suddenly pulled off a wig piece, revealing a scar underneath where her hair hadn''t grown back.

    Liz leaned in to inspect the scar.

    "Stop looking!"

    Ynda struggled, but Liz touched the scar, murmuring.

    "I need to see."

    Not just to see, but to remember, to harden her heart when she shouldn''t be soft.

    Ynda, thinking Liz felt guilty again, chuckled and pushed her away.

    "This scar is my golden ticket to financial freedom, you can''t even begin to envy it."

    They turned off the lights and settled down, but Ynda''s phone buzzed several times.

    She silenced it, turning to Liz''s curious gaze and exined, ¡°Just spam.¡±

    Then, quickly stuffing the phone under her pillow, she closed her eyes.

    The night she wrapped up her shoot, she and Cassius had a one-night stand on set.

    She still remembered Cassius''s words, drenched in sweat, pressing down on her.

    "What do you want? The role of a second lead in a big production, will that satisfy you?"

    He had defined their rtionship in clear terms.

    In the entertainment world, such

    ¨¤ knew she shouldn''t get

    be too

    surprised.

    SV

    Having seen Liz suffer over the years, Ynda knew she and Cassius were not meant for a love story.

    Their beginning was best kept away from notions of romance.

    So, she turned the tables on him,

    and Cassius indeed enjoyed the

    -

    of the night even more, holdingst

    tightly.

    swho

    That''s men for you, always enjoying a rtionship they can control while seeking thrills.

    So, at dawn, Ynda packed up and left, decisively.

    Neither contacted the other after that night.

    Half a monthter, she received a WhatsApp invite from Cassius for a wrap party.

    She declined, but Cassius persisted.

    Typical, men always crave what they can''t have.

    Downstairs, Cassius''s luxury car was parked by the flowerbed.

    Wrapped in a ck coat, wearing a hat and mask, he leaned against his car, incessantly sending messages to Ynda, begging her to let him in, all to no avail.

    Suddenly, headlights shed towards him, causing him to shield his eyes and squint into the distance.

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    Cassius couldn''t help but notice, not too far off in the shadows, there was a beat-up Audi that looked like it had seen better days, probably worth around $20k.

    Someone dared to mess with him!

    Already in a foul mood, Cassius adjusted his baseball cap and strode over to the car.

    He leaned in and knocked hard on the driver''s side window.

    As the window rolled down, he didn''t even nce inside; he just gestured with his hand.

    "Get out here. Showing off your fancy headlights, huh? You believe I won''t show you..."

    Before he could finish, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the window, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it hard.

    Cassius, caught off guard, grunted as he was pulled down, his body hitting the car door.

    He pulled down his face mask, about to explode in anger, when a familiar deep, maic voice came from inside the car.

    "Who the hell do you think you are?"

    Cassius''s eyes widened as he recognized the stern-faced man sitting in the driver''s seat, lost for words.

    "Remi? You ying tough guy now? Let go, you''re breaking my hand."

    Remington let go, and Cassius flexed his wrist, taking a step back.

    Only then did Remington step out of the car, and Cassius couldn''t help but look at the car that seemed so at odds with the man''s aura.

    "Remi, what, you''re slumming it now?"

    Remington shot him a nce. "What about you, ying peeping Tom?"

    "I''m not spying; I was just about to head up." Cassius raised an eyebrow, feeling strangely superior.

    It was clear as day that Remington was on a mission to win back his wife, sadly sitting in his car, waiting for a glimpse of the wife who wouldn''t even look out the window to see him.

    He didn''t even dare let Lizetta know he was there, opting instead for a disguise in a beaten-up car.

    Cassius was different though; he had sent Ynda a message on WhatsApp.

    "Need me to remind you how long you''ve been standing there? At least half an hour," Remington scoffed coldly, but Cassius remained defiant.

    "She''s probably taking a shower. She''ll open the door for me, then I''ll bring you up."

    Remington mercilessly pointed out, "The lights upstairs are already off."

    Cassius was speechless.

    He couldn''t understand it; why did men have to be so cruel to each other?

    Yet, the real blow was still toe.

    Remington pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it with great care, leaning against the car to catch the light, examining it asN?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    if it

    were a treasure.

    Cassius, curious, leaned in, but Remington blocked him with his hand.

    "A love letter to Lizetta?" Cassius chuckled.

    Remington nced at him disdainfully before returning his attention to the paper, a bizarre smile creeping onto his usually cold face, giving Cassius the chills. "Or is it from Lizetta to you?"

    That didn''t make sense; Lizetta was probably fed up with Remi by now, Cassius thought to himself.

    Seeing that Cassius would never guess, Remington finally moved his hand away, smirking. "It''s my daughter Daisyy. Look how cute and pretty she is." Cassius was genuinely surprised; he hadn''t expected this. He tried to take the paper, but Remington blocked him.

    "Just look; don''t smudge it."

    Cassius was baffled.

    A sonogram, treated as if it were apetition for his daughter''s affection.

    "She''s adorable. Did the doctor say it''s a girl? Congrats, Remi, you''re getting a little princess."

    "The doctor didn''t say, but I knew it

    was a girl the moment I saw her. Look at Daisyy''s big eyes, just like Liz''s. And this tiny mouth and nose, so delicate. See this soft smile? Can you spot the dimple here?

    Daisyy''s got my hands, strong fists, she''ll surely pack a punch, won''t take any grief. And her ears, see? The shape''s just like mine..."

    Cassius touched his own ear, thinking, aren''t all ears located there?

    "Daughters are great; they''re the most obedient and dependant on their dads."

    A son mightpete with him for Liz''s attention, possibly even sabotaging his efforts to woo his wife back. A daughter was definitely more endearing.

    Remington''s demeanor softened as

    he proudly pointed out each feature

    on the sonogram to Cassius. In nearly three decades of friendship,

    Cassius had never seen Remington talk so much.

    Yet, despite Cassius''s intense scrutiny, he couldn''t make heads or tails of the image.

    To him, the sonogram barely resembled a child, and upon closer inspection, it seemed rather unattractive.

    But, of course, he wouldn''t dare voice this opinion.

    That night, neither man made it into the building. Cassius, intimidated by Remington''s gaze, spent half the night studying the ultrasound image.

    If it weren''t for the fact that Remington didn''t smell of alcohol, Cassius would have sworn he was drunk.

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    A week had passed since Remington hadst shown his face to Lizetta.

    Lizetta herself had beenying low, only sharing a couple of songs she hadposed while in Luminesia online, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

    Barbara''s funeral had been carried out with little fanfare.

    On the day of the funeral, Ste and Martin had tried calling Remington several times, but he never picked up.

    He missed the funeral, but Nathan and Hanna were there, supporting each other. A few photos from the funeral had leaked online.

    In one of them, Hanna was holding Ste, gently patting her back infort, while Nathan and Martin looked on, grief-stricken.

    The bond between the Dashiell and West families seemed unshaken.

    The media had even spected that the two families had already joined forces through marriage.

    After Barbara''s first week memorial, Ste headed to the Starlight Group office early in the morning.

    She was dressed in a ck dress, her right hand covered with a specially designed glove, her arm adorned with a ck mourning band, and a small white chrysanthemum clip in her hair, which made her look even more delicate and pitiable.

    She was followed by a servant, carrying tworge bags of stuff.

    Upon arriving at the CEO''s office, she was immediately surrounded by colleagues offering their condolences.

    "Miss West, please ept our deepest sympathies. You''ve lost weight."

    "Why are you back at work so soon? You''re so dedicated. Mr. Dashiell should really take care of you."

    "Miss West, please take a seat. I''ll go warm up some milk for you."

    Ste had been working at the CEO''s office for over a month and had made sure everyone knew she was the heiress of the West family and Remington''s childhood sweetheart.

    Once, while trying to make coffee in the break room, she clumsily burned her hand and had to remove her glove, revealing a missing finger.

    Her heroic tale of saving Remington when they were kids and their life-and-death bond quickly became the talk of the town at Starlight Group.

    Since Ste had never mentioned she was only recently reconnected with the West family, everyone assumed she was actually Remington''s secret wife. They believed Remington had kept their marriage under wraps to protect Ste, given her traumatic past, safeguarding Mrs. Dashiell.

    As Ste stood there surrounded, trying to hold back tears yet smiling bravely, she began to speak.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    "Thank you all for your concern, I''m here today to..."

    Before she could finish, a cough from the back of the crowd caught everyone''s attention.

    Turning around, they saw Remington, his handsome face set in a cold expression, walking towards them with his hand in his pocket.

    Behind him, Cedric, who had coughed to signal the danger, was now frowning, trying to convey to his colleagues they should scatter and save themselves. But the employees, clustered around Ste, didn''t think Mr. Dashiell would be upset.

    After all, Ste was Mr. Dashiell''s secret wife, and her mother-inw had just passed away. If anything, they thought Mr. Dashiell would be too heartbroken to be angry.

    They even fancied they might get a bonus forforting his wife during work hours.

    They stayed put around Ste, who turned to face Remington with tears welling up in her eyes, looking slightly anxious.

    She softly said, "Mr. Dashiell, I came to thank everyone for attending my mother''s funeral."

    Everyone exchanged knowing nces, understanding the need for secrecy in their boss''s marriage. It was all about keeping a low profile.

    However, their shared

    understanding shattered when

    Remington, with an icy demeanor,manded, "Gathering and

    chatting during work hours

    will be

    noted. Expect a deduction from this month''s bonus."

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    As the man finished speaking, he didn''t nce back at Ste before striding confidently into the office.

    Cedric shook his head slightly, quickly following behind.

    The office door closed, leaving the secretary''s area in utter silence.

    Ste stood there, her face pale, unable to believe that Remington had just publicly embarrassed her like that.

    She felt as if the gazes of those around her, who had just been singing her praises, were now filled with doubt and condemnation, almost burning through her skin.

    One of the female secretaries, unable to hide her frustration, spoke up, "Ma''am, what happened?"

    Ste, with an awkward expression, corrected her, "Ma''am? Please, don''t call me that! Mr. Dashiell keeps work and personal life separate. This is an office, and he doesn''t like it when people gather around for a chat during work hours. Let''s get back to work, I won''t keep you any longer."

    With those words, she attempted to leave.

    The female secretary grabbed her arm, "Ms. West, we''re all in this because of you. Could you please talk to Mr. Dashiell and ask him to let this slide for us?"

    The others echoed her plea, but Ste didn''t dare agree.

    Just as she was feeling trapped and unsure of how to extricate herself, the office door opened, and Cedric spoke up.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    "Ms. West, the president would like to see you."

    The mood among the staff shifted instantly.

    Seeing her chance, Ste quickly nodded with a smile.

    "I''ll be right there." She hurried towards the office.

    Remington was sitting at his desk, reviewing a document, as Ste approached him.

    "Remington, you wanted to see me about..."

    But before she could finish, Remington, without looking up, said, "Cedric."

    Cedric immediately stepped forward, blocking Ste''s path, and gestured.

    "Ms. West, please take a seat on the couch. I''ll exin."

    Ste looked at Remington, who was as immovable and distant as a mountain, feeling a sourness in her nose.

    However, she didn''t dare to test

    Remington''s patience any further et So quietly followed Cedric to the

    sofa area.

    As soon as she sat down, Cedric ced a stack of neatlypiled documents in front of her.

    "Ms. West, please take a look."

    When Ste saw that the documents were about various management schools abroad, her hands trembled slightly. "Remington, these are..."

    She looked up, confused, and Remington finally put down the document, turned to her, and said,

    "You can take your time, choose a school you like, and head abroad to study as soon as possible."

    Ste''s face turned even paler, "Last time, when you and dad talked about this, I also discussed it with him. I''ve just returned to my family, and after

    losing mom, I don''t want to go abroad. I just want to spend more time with dad, and he feels the same."

    Saying so, she stood up, walked over to Remington, pushed the documents back to him, and continued to refuse.

    "Remington, these schools are great, but they''re beyond my capabilities..."

    "If that''s the case, just pick one, and I''ll arrange everything. You''ll be enrolled sessfully."

    Remington closed his pen with a finality, his tone more of a deration than a discussion.

    Ste choked up, tears welling in her eyes, shaking her head in fear.

    "If I hadn''t been lost these years, these schools would have been my dream. But now..."

    She lowered her head in embarrassment, tears falling.

    "I can barely speak thenguage fluently now. Being abroad, with thenguage barrier, I can''t even begin to imagine what I''d face. I won''t be able to adapt! Remington, please spare me."

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    Remington watched Ste''s tear-streaked face, her anxious and furrowed brow, feeling a mix of impatience and sympathy.

    He couldn''t help but think of Liz, who, despite her delicate appearance, had bravely left with her unborn child, managing to take care of herself and little Daisy admirably.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    He wished Liz would show some vulnerability, some need for him, but she seemed only to want distance.

    "Remington, please, don''t make me leave," Ste''s pleading voice snapped him back to reality.

    He looked at her with a mix of annoyance and pity. Considering the hardships and trauma she''d endured over the years, he tried to suppress his irritation, speaking more gently. "You''re the West family''s heiress. Your brother''s gone, and your father''s getting older and his health isn''t great. Who else is going to carry the West family legacy?"

    He picked up the documents, walked around his desk, and handed them back to Ste.

    "Take a good look at these. I''ve got another meeting, so I can''t keep you."

    As he turned to leave, Ste suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

    Clinging to him, she sobbed, "Remington, can''t you help me? The coboration between Starlight Group and the West family has been going well. I heard you and Liz are getting a divorce. Can''t you consider me...?"

    Before she could finish, Remington sternly removed her arms and stepped away, causing Ste to stumble and fall.

    Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with hurt.

    Remington''s voice was cold and firm, "Even if Liz and I were to part ways, you and I wouldn''t be possible."

    Ste shook her head in disbelief, "I can''t believe you feel nothing for me. After all these years, you even named the corporation after me, and for my sake, you nearly missed your own wedding..." She couldn''t ept that all his actions were out of guilt rather than affection.

    But Remington cut her off again, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "It''s just guilt, nothing more."

    Ste''s eyes brimmed with tears as she struggled to her feet, choking on her words.

    "But Liz doesn''t love you. She''s

    trying to escape, to divorce you. I''m the one who loves you! Do you think I''m tainted? That''s not true. Despite the beatings and the cold, it was because I fought back against that foot they wanted me to marry. I''ve never been touched; I''m still pure..."

    Ste frantically tried to defend her honor.

    Remington was well aware of

    Ste''s plight controlled by a family whose hopes rested on a

    simple-minded heir. Ste''s defiance had made her a target of their resentment, leading to years of

    abuse and even a broken leg in her attempts to escape.

    Seeing her so vulnerable and self-deprecating, Remington softened.

    He stepped forward, offering her a tissue.

    Ste''s tears flowed even more freely, though her smile hinted at a fleeting hope.

    However, Remington''s next words dashed that hope entirely.

    "Ste, if a man truly loves a woman, he wouldn''t care about such things. If his loved one was mistreated, he''d feelpassion, not disdain. By degrading yourself this way, you''re not only insulting yourself but me as well. ?

    We were like siblings in our youth. After so many years apart, we''ve only been reunited for a few months. How could you possibly love me?"

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    "You''re just dependent on me because I saved you, that''s all."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Ste stared at Remington, her eyes a mix of struggle and confusion.

    "Is that so?" she asked after a moment, visibly shocked.

    Remington nodded, and Ste bit her lip, looking down before asking again.

    "And do you love Liz, Remington?"

    "Yes, I love her. We had our misunderstandings in the past, and I''ve hurt her a lot, which led us to the brink of divorce. But I never thought about really leaving her, nor did I think about giving any other woman a chance. My wife, my love, it''s always going to be her."

    Remington''s words were firm and unequivocal.

    Ste''s face turned even paler, and she took a step back, leaning on the desk. After a moment, she managed a bitter smile.

    "I really envy Liz..."

    Remington''s lips tightened in a self-deprecating smile. "But she''s not happy."

    Ste sniffled and bent down to pick up the documents that had scattered on the floor.

    "I understand now. I have my pride, Remington. Don''t worry, I''ll seriously consider going abroad.

    Before I make my decision, I won''t bother you anymore. I''m sorry for the trouble I''ve caused during this time."

    Her expression was lonely and sad, tears still visible on her face, but her eyes seemed somehow clearer.

    Remington let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

    "Ste, the reason I brought you back is so you can get back on the right track. Going abroad to enhance your skills, to catch up on the knowledge you''ve missed, and toe back to take control of the West family, that''s what you should really be doing.

    If you''re worried about living

    overseas, I can arrange for a couple

    of more personal assistants for you, introduce you to some friends abroad who will look after you. You were so bright and talented as a child; once you regain your confidence, you''ll adapt quickly."

    Ste looked at Remington and then suddenly chuckled.

    "You''ve never talked this much in one go to convince me of anything. You''re really going out of your way to persuade me to go abroad."

    "I''m not trying to force you," said Remington gravely.

    But Ste read between the lines; he was being nice now, but if she ultimately refused, he might resort to more forceful means.

    Ste''s breath hitched, and she

    gripped the documents tighter. "I''m not familiar with these schools, I''ll take them home and discuss them with my dad. You go ahead with your meeting; I won''t disturb you."

    As Ste left the office, Remington massaged his temples and instructed Cedric.

    "She''s no longer working at Starlight Group. Remind her to go to HR to process her resignation."

    Cedric got the message; once

    Ste''s resignation was processed, any future visits would require a formal appointment, no more dropping by unannounced

    Cedric nodded and hurried after Ste.

    He caught up with her by the elevator, and Ste, seemingly resigned, nodded and headed to HR without making a scene.

    Cedric, however, turned and quickly entered the stairwell, taking out his earpiece and phone.

    He opened his photo gallery and yed a video he had secretly recorded from the corner of the office.

    After hesitating, he bit the bullet and sent the video to Lizetta.

    Spying on the CEO and secretly sending it to his wife could get him in trouble if discovered.

    But as a fan of the CEO and his wife''s rtionship, and tired of the CEO''s gloomy mood, he feltpelled to act.

    Cedric hoped the video would bolster Lizetta''s confidence in Remington, believing their current issue was ack of trust.

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    Cedric sent the video out and was on pins and needles waiting for Lizetta''s reaction.

    He was so distracted that he caught Remington''s stern res more than a few times throughout the day.

    When the afternoon rolled around without any word from her, Cedric started to sigh heavily, feeling more dejected than if he''d gone through a breakup himself.

    By the fifth time he let out an involuntary sigh, Remington had had enough and reassigned Cedric to run errands at a branch office.

    But as Cedric left, Remington couldn''t help but notice the odd look in his eye, akin to how one might gaze at the infamous stray dog of Oakridge Heights, Archie.

    Little did they know, Lizetta only saw the video that evening.

    Her belly had grown a bitrger over the past few days, prompting her to stay in and cut down on her phone use.

    After dinner, just as she was about to head out for her usual walk, she realized her phone had died.

    Charging it up, she finally saw the video.

    "Do you love Liz, Remington?"

    In the video, Ste''s face was streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiable.

    "Yes, I love her. We had many misunderstandings, and I''ve hurt her in many ways, leading us to the brink of divorce. But I never wanted to truly separate, nor did I ever intend to give another woman a chance. My wife, my love, it''s always been her!"

    The man''s figure was turned away from the camera, hiding his expression from Lizetta, but his voice was clear and resolute.

    Her breath became erratic, her grip on the phone tightening.

    Suddenly, she turned the screen off with a snap as if fearing that staring any longer would unleash some heart-wrenching virus.

    Catching her breath, her lips curled into a mocking smile.

    If it wasn''t for Remington''s instruction, how could Cedric dare to make such a video?

    Since when had Remington be such a show-off?

    Her phone charged rather quickly. After doing some stretches, the battery was more than half full.

    Unplugging the charger, she stepped out, walking slowly along the greenery-lined paths of herplex.

    But for some reason, Lizetta felt like she was being watched thesest few days, especially today, making her quicken her pace after only ap and a half instead of her usual three.

    This eerie feeling of being followed persisted, yet every time she looked back, no one was there.

    As she neared her building, she nced behind her one more time to find no one, only the dancing shadows of trees.

    Relieved, she turned back around only to be startled by a dark figure emerging from a side path.

    Her heart clenched in fear, but she

    soon recognized the figure as

    janitor from theplex, we just

    the standard uniform cap.

    Perhaps sensing her tension, Daisyy stirred within her.

    Lizetta touched her belly, her lips curling lightly, "Daisyy, are youughing at mommy for being a scaredy-cat?"

    Lifting her head nonchntly, she saw the janitor approaching, his face illuminated by a streetmp.

    He was a man in his fifties, with

    deep furrows between his browset

    and a grim expression, half of his right ear missing, making him appear rather sinister.

    This face was both familiar and strangely foreign, triggering a flood of brutal, chaotic, and bloody memories.

    Hans Gardenia!

    In an instant, Lizetta''s face turned ashen, her body tensing up in terror.

    She wanted to scream and run, but her feet felt nailed to the ground, and her mouth seemed too heavy to open.

    She could only watch as the ghastly face drew closer, reaching out to her.

    "Ah!"

    Lizetta clenched her eyes shut, finally screaming out.

    Her vision was a sea of red, the air thick with the smell of blood.

    But the expected pain never came. Instead, she felt a familiar broad embrace envelop her from behind.

    A thud followed by a scream filled the air.

    It was Remington, rushing over to kick Hans away, steadying the trembling Lizetta in his arms.

    "Liz! It''s me, open your eyes and look, your brother kicked him away, he can''t hurt you now."

    Remington held Lizetta close,This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    continuouslyforting her as she

    shook uncontrobly, lost in her

    haunting memories, sweat beading on her forehead.

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    "Sweetie, I...I just wanted to see you, to say I''m sorry, I..."

    Kicked into the flowerbed, Hans clutched his abdomen, his expression one of agony as he crawled out and staggered to his feet. Lizetta, still reeling from the shock, shuddered violently once more.

    Remington''s gaze swept over fiercely, "Get lost!"

    With that, he no longer paid Hans any heed, bent down to scoop Lizetta into his arms, and made a beeline for the building.

    Inside the elevator, the bright lights shone on their faces.

    The steady and strong heartbeat resonated in her ears, while the familiar scent of wood and a hint of cold spice filled her nostrils, reminiscent of the times when, as a child haunted by nightmares, all it took was being close to Remington to feel safe again.

    Nestled in her brother''s embrace, she felt fearless once more.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    "Liz, he''s gone now. You''re safe here with me, I''ll always be by your side, okay?"

    Remington''s voice was gentle and soothing above her, gradually calming Lizetta down.

    She opened her eyes but avoided Remington''s concerned gaze.

    "I...I''m much better now, you can put me down..."

    She struggled slightly, but in truth, she was still weak, a residual effect of her overwhelming fear.

    Remington, looking at her pale lips, of course, wouldn''t let her down.

    "We haven''t crossed the river yet, and you''re already thinking of dismantling the bridge? Don''t move, be careful not to fall."

    Considering she was pregnant, he was extremely careful, always wary of pressing too hard against her belly, thus his arms were a bit suspended, not allowing her to fully lean against him.

    When the elevator doors opened, Remington, still cradling Lizetta, headed to the apartment door before finally setting her down.

    He leaned her against himself as he keyed in the code.

    Lizetta had moved upstairs a couple of days ago, into the apartment Remington had transferred to her name.

    The original code was Lizetta''s birthday, also their wedding anniversary.

    However, as Remington entered it, it was evident the code had changed.

    She had changed the password.

    But every date of significance from her childhood, everymon password she used, Remington knew them all too well.

    After two more unsessful tries, it was clear something was wrong.

    Remington was about to attempt again when Lizetta pushed his hand away and entered the code herself.

    She didn''t shy away from Remington''s gaze, who could clearly see the numbers she pressed.

    A tightness formed in his chest, a shadow crossing his eyes, as he mumbled, "You''ve memorized the divorce date even before we''re divorced?"

    The password had changed from their wedding anniversary to their divorce date. Was she reminding herself constantly of the divorce, making sure she never looked back?

    "Mhm." Lizetta hummed, pushing the door open.

    As she stepped forward, Remington bent down to carry her again.

    He entered, kicked the door shut behind him, and swiftly ced Lizetta on the couch.

    Lizetta curled up, hugging her knees, her face still void of color.

    Remington gently touched her head, "I''ll get you some warm water, are you okay by yourself?"

    Her head nodded slightly under his palm, like a small, soft animal.

    He grabbed a cashmere throw from the couch, covering Lizetta, before quickly heading to the kitchen.

    Lizetta lifted her head, silently

    watching his retreating figure, her

    frightened heart gradually settling,

    her hands, however, tightly clenched, her expression still somewhat

    dazed.

    At eight years old, she was beaten to a pulp by Hans, managing to bite off his right ear in the process.

    After that night, she never saw him again.

    Hans ended up in jail, ironically not for child abuse, which was hard to convict, but for seriously injuring someone in a betting shop, thanks to Remington pulling some strings, resulting in a sixteen-year sentence.

    All these years, Lizetta had never seen him, almost considering him dead. She hadn''t expected to encounter Hans tonight, utterly unprepared for the shock. Truly frightened, she was fortunate that Remington had arrived in time, or else... Lizetta stroked her belly, which was unusually active, feeling a sense of aftershock. But Hans''s sentence wasn''t up yet, how had he gotten out?

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    Remington didn''t opt for boiling water but instead warmed up a cup of milk for Lizetta.

    He walked back into the living room, cing the warm cup between Lizetta''s icy hands, hisrge palms covering her cold ones. "Take it slow."

    The lights in the living room felt too soft to Lizetta, casting a gentle glow in the man''s amber eyes, making them appear overly tender.

    She averted her gaze, withdrawing her hands from his. "Thanks for tonight, but why are you here?" she asked, sipping the milk and looking up at him.

    Remington had been hanging around downstairs every night for the past few days, sometimes leaving in the middle of the night, other times just sleeping in his car. No matter howte it was, he made it a poin to visit; otherwise, he''d find it hard to sleep back at Oakridge Heights.

    He was d he came early today, but he had promised Lizetta he wouldn''t bother her until Ste had left.

    Changing the subject, he said, "You''re sweating bullets. Let me get some water for you to wipe off."

    He fetched a bowl of warm water and a warm towel, leaning in to wipe Lizetta''s face for her. Lizetta had just put down her half-drunk milk.

    "I''ll do it myself," she said.

    Remington paused, not insisting.

    But just as Lizetta took the towel, her phone in her pocket began to ring. She thought she had calmed down, underestimating the terror of childhood traumas. Her hand shook, dropping the towel on the nket like a startled bird.

    Remington picked up the towel, held her in his arms, forcibly keeping her shoulders still, and gently wiped her face.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    The warm towel soothed her tense skin, bringing a slight sting to Lizetta''s nose.

    "Aren''t you going to answer that?" Remington asked as he wiped her hands. The ringtone continued; Lizetta finally snapped back to reality, fumbling for her phone.

    It was Ynda calling, but as Lizetta touched the screen, the call had just timed out, automatically hanging up. The phone unlocked itself with face recognition.

    The screen was still on her

    conversation with Cedric, and as et

    Lizetta''s fingertips touched it,

    video automatically yed. Aman''s deep voice filled the living room.

    "Yes, I love her. We had many misunderstandings before..."

    Remington paused, and so did Lizetta. She then frantically tried to stop the video. It was Cedric who had sent it, possibly at Remington''s behest.

    Why did she feel guilty? As if she was secretly spying on him, paying attention to him, when that wasn''t the case!

    But before Lizetta could regather her thoughts, the video stopped, plunging the living room into an even longer awkward silence.

    Lizetta pursed her lips, about to say something, when Remington''s chuckle broke the silence.

    "When did you buy off Cedric? I had no idea."

    Lizetta red at him, irritated. "I

    didn''t buy off Cedric! Whatever I do, whatever I say, whoever I''m with, I couldn''t care less about you! Are you going to tell me this video wasn''t sent by Cedric at your request?"

    Remington met her fiery gaze, finding her lively irritation refreshing. He truly wished she had influenced Cedric, but deep down, he knew it was wishful thinking. Yet, he couldn''t resist teasing her, his lips curving slightly.

    "Of course not! But the way you''re reacting does seem a bit like you''re flustered after being caught. Liz, if you want to know whether I''ve met with Ste alone, you could just ask me. Or if you''re hoping for a personal confession, I could..."

    Lizetta didn''t let him finish, snatching the towel and throwing it at his teasing face, coldly saying, "If not, then better keep your assistant in check!"

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    Remington yanked off the towel just in time to see Lizetta deleting the video and blocking Cedric.

    A flicker of annoyance crossed Remington''s eyes. This was definitely poking the bear.

    Had he known she was this sensitive, he would have been more careful, allowing Cedric to continue shining.

    "Maybe he sent it by mistake. Why not add him back?"

    "I''m fine now. You should leave," Lizetta said, starting to show him the door.

    Remington had finally gotten to see her; he wasn''t ready to leave just yet. He pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen.

    "Hold on, I had Ray look into Hans'' situation, but he hasn''t gotten back to me yet."

    Lizetta was curious about Hans too. She frowned slightly but remained silent.

    Seeing she wasn''t engaging, Remington tried to start another conversation.

    "Daisy wasn''t scared, was she?"

    "No, she''s fine."

    "Hans is too dangerous. I''m going to have two bodyguards follow you around for the next few days, and maybe get a nanny to stay at the house, okay?"

    She was pregnant, and he was naturally worried.

    He had wanted to arrange for someone to be by her side at all times to take care of her.

    When Lizetta started looking for a nanny a few days ago, he took the opportunity to sneak his person in, but somehow, thatdy onlysted half a day before Lizetta figured out she was his nt.

    Lizetta had promptly fired the nanny and then seemed worried he would nt someone else, so she didn''t bother looking for a new one.

    Worried she might be upset, Remington had held back from sending bodyguards over.

    Seeing Lizetta frown and stay quiet, he continued.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    "I''m not trying to spy on you. If you don''t like it, they can keep their distance, not bother you..."

    Before he could finish, Lizetta nodded, "Okay, but bring Bess back too."

    Given Hans'' unclear motives and Daisy on the way, Lizetta couldn''t afford to be stubborn about her safety.

    A smile tinged Remington''s usually cool demeanor; Bess was the nanny he had sent before.

    "Alright."

    He agreed, but before he could revel in the moment, Lizetta added.

    "List the expenses for the bodyguards and nanny, I''ll cover their sries."

    Remington bristled, "We''re not divorced yet. Protecting you and Daisy is my duty as a husband and father."

    "We''re registered for divorce. That counts as divorced."

    "Fine, then it''s just for Daisy."

    "You''re paying child support. If you keep stalling, I don''t want them!"

    Lizetta was impervious to his arguments,pletely unyielding.

    With a darkened expression and a clenched fist, Remington eventually relented, "Fine, we''ll do it your way!"

    His tone was through gritted teeth.

    Just then, Remington''s phone rang; it was Ray.

    Lowering his gaze, Remington''s expression cooled.

    He didn''t need Ray''s efficiency right now.

    It''s all aboutparisons. Suddenly, Cedric seemed more appealing.

    Still, under Lizetta''s urging gaze, he answered, putting it on speaker.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, I''ve looked into it. Two months ago, Hans was involved in an ident at work, a steel frame copsed, and he saved a guard, earning him an early release."

    Remington''s gaze darkened, "Make sure there''s no foul y involved and keep an eye on him. Teach him a lesson, keep him away from my wife!"

    Earlier, downstairs, Hans imed he was there to apologize to Lizetta, but Remington didn''t believe Lizetta needed it.

    Whether Hans truly reformed was

    uncertain, but he was put away by the Dashiell family without a heads-up, and suddenly, Hans was out early.

    That alone was suspicious.

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    The call ended, and Remington reached out once again to grasp Lizetta''s hand in his, saying, "Why are your hands still so cold? Do you want to go back to bed and lie down?" Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks for tonight, but you don''t have to worry about Hans anymore."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta was serious about the divorce from Remington, and that meant she couldn''t rely on him for everything anymore.

    "What do you mean?" Remington''s gaze darkened, his jawline tensing.

    Lizetta shook her head, standing up to say, "Hans served fourteen years, he''s been punished. I''m not a little kid anymore, he can''t hurt me now, I..."

    "Can''t hurt you? Really!"

    Remington suddenly interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the bathroom.

    Lizetta stumbled as he led her into the bathroom and up to the vanity.

    "What''s gotten into you? Let go..."

    Just as Lizetta managed to wrest her wrist from his grasp, Remington moved behind her, stretching his arms out on the vanity.

    He trapped her between his body and the vanity, looking down at her sharply through the mirror.

    "Look at yourself, pale as a ghost. You call that not being hurt?"

    Lizetta frowned at her reflection in the mirror, indeed looking disheveled.

    But what concerned her more was the sense of oppression from Remington standing so close behind her, enveloping her entirely.

    Divorced couples shouldn''t be like this.

    She managed a stubborn smile, "I wasn''t prepared today, it was just a stress reaction. Next time I see him, it won''t be like this. Besides, having a bodyguard is enough, you really don''t need to do more." Remington suddenly lifted his hand, pinching Lizetta''s chin.

    "So, you''d rather face Hans than owe me anything more, is that it?"

    His eyes stung slightly, his jaw tense, as if he could barely restrain himself from choking her.

    He knew the depth of the psychological shadow Hans had cast over Lizetta better than anyone.

    Now she''d rather face Hans without his help.

    This fact was like a knife, piercing his heart with both pain and cold.

    Lizetta looked up into his eyes, her nod cold and clear, "We''re divorced, it''s my issue now."

    Remington turned pale with

    his chest heaving slightly as

    struggled to control his e

    Just when Lizetta thought he''d storm out, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

    "Lizetta, what are you so afraid of in your hurry to distance yourself from me?"

    As he spoke, he turned her around to face him, deaning slightly so his deep gaze could scrutinize her, not missing a flicker of her emotional shifts-including the brief sh of panic in her eyes.

    Lizetta''s hands clenched tightly, "I''m not afraid of anything, don''t tter yourself!"

    Remington''s lips curved into a slight smile, his voice low and maic, "tter myself about what?"

    His teasing gaze made Lizetta push him away hastily and head towards the door.

    Frowning and biting her lip, she realized she might have given herself away with her hasty rebuttal.

    Watching her retreat somewhat frantically, Remington''s eyes gleamed with amusement.

    He followed her, but by then Lizetta had

    Gdy entered the b

    mming the door shut behind her.

    Left outside, Remington didn''t seem upset.

    Leaning against the door, his voice carried through, tinged with a smile.

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    "Liz, are you afraid of falling for me again? Or are you afraid that deep down, you''re still in love with me?"

    The only response he got was the sound of the door being double-locked, followed by Lizetta''s cool voice. "I''m going to bed. You better leave!"

    "Goodnight then," Remington replied.

    Behind the door, Lizetta smirked mockingly. As if she wished him a good night.

    He was just being sentimental. She simply didn''t want to owe him anything after their divorce.

    But then, a familiar knocking pattern came through the door.

    Knock, knock, knock, knock!

    Three quick, one slow.

    Just like the countless times they had said goodnight through a wall.

    Lizetta''s mocking smile froze, her eyes suddenly moist.

    But she didn''t raise her hand to respond. Instead, she quickly moved away from the door and entered the master bathroom. Remington leaned against the door, waiting in vain for her to knock back. All he heard was her receding footsteps.

    He sighed softly after a while.

    That night, Lizetta found it hard to sleep. Hans'' appearance had indeed affected her.

    She slept fitfully, her dreams filled with a sense of running, shrouded in a fog of blood.

    When Lizetta woke up the next morning, her head felt heavy.

    Shey there for a while before getting up and opening her bedroom door.

    What she didn''t expect was the aroma of food that immediately assaulted her senses.

    She had been living alone these days. Could it be...

    Lizetta hurried to the kitchen, only to witness an unexpected scene.

    A tall, imposing man stood there, dressed in a white shirt and ck suit pants, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, sculpted arms, busy cooking.

    He also wore an apron, a pink and yellow floral one with ruffle edges that Lizetta had bought a few days ago.

    So, he hadn''t leftst night?

    "Good morning, Liz."

    Hearing her approach, Remington turned around, greeting her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

    Lizetta, however, felt a headacheing on. "Why didn''t you leave?"

    "Did I say I was leavingst night?" Remington raised an eyebrow.

    Then, he turned back to the stove, lifting the cooked noodles into a bowl, and instructed.

    "Go freshen up. The noodles won''t taste good if they get cold."

    Lizetta clenched her teeth, standing still, utterly frustrated.

    Remington approached her, his gaze at her frowning face and

    Boftend

    hair, which somehow made

    her look even more adorable.

    He reached out to smooth her hair, but Lizetta turned abruptly and stormed off to the bathroom.

    After mming the bathroom door, Lizetta turned the faucet on full,

    st, determined to change the

    locks first thingter.

    When Remington ced two bowls of noodles on the dining table, Lizetta came out of the bedroom, changed.

    "Let''s eat. I made your favorite noodles."

    Remington stood by the dining table, his handsome features illuminated by the morning light, looking calm and distinguished.

    Yet, he felt a bit nervous, worried she might refuse to eat what he had prepared.

    But Lizetta didn''t refuse and walked over to the table.

    Remington''s mood instantly improved, smiling slightly. It had been a long time since they had shared a meal, and he felt as excitedC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    as if he had just signed a

    §à

    multi-billion dor contract

    Just then, the doorbell rang.

    Lizetta looked at Remington, who pulled out a chair for her to sit before saying, "You start. I''ll get the door."

    He had called Cedric earlier to bring some clothes over, nning to go straight to work afterwards.

    Expecting Cedric, Remington opened the door.

    But outside, along with Cedric, stood another person.

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    It was Ynda.

    With arms crossed and a sweeping gaze, Ynda''s eyes finally settled on the apron wrapped around Remington''s chest, and she couldn''t help but remark, with no intention of being polite.

    "Wow, the CEO of Starlight Group moonlighting as a short-order cook? That''s a rare sight. Too bad my girl Liz isn''t into that."

    Saying so, she strutted inside, leaving Cedric at the doorstep, holding a bag, his head bowed, not daring to look anywhere. Afraid of offending the boss''s charming demeanor and getting shipped off to some backwater assignment.

    Remington, with his cool and handsome face, didn''t let Ynda''s jibes ruffle him.

    He took off his apron and instructed Cedric, "Come in, I haven''t had breakfast yet."

    Thinking of how Cedric had sent the video to Lizetta, his tone was softer than usual.

    Cedric, sensing his boss was in a good mood, felt a bit more at ease. But as he was about to step in, Lizetta called out.

    "It''s not convenient for me to help Mr. Dashiell change here. We''re about to have breakfast. Mr. Dashiell, if you don''t mind, you''re free to leave now."

    Remington turned around, only to find that Ynda had taken his seat and was picking at the bowl of noodles he had prepared for himself.

    She really did treat him like a personal chef.

    Cedric saw it too and silently lowered his head again.

    Looks like the boss''s breakfast was hijacked?

    Ynda gripped her utensil tightly, struggling under Remington''s intense stare. Holding onto her fork was hard enough.

    She watched Remington warily, half expecting him to walk over, grab the noodle bowl, and dump it over her head.

    However, Remington just stood there silently for a moment before his lips curved into a somewhat friendly smile. "See if it''s to your liking, Ms. Ynda."

    Ynda, "..."

    She felt goosebumps rising and immediately looked at Lizetta, seeking answers with her eyes.

    What''s going on? Did he poison it?

    With Remington acting like this, how could Ynda dare to eat?

    Lizetta was also a bit stunned, not expecting Remington to hold his ground like that.

    At this moment, Remington stepped

    forward, slightly leaned over to. lock of Lizetta''s hair beside

    and tucked it behind her ea

    "The taste should be decent; I mainly wanted to cook for you. As long as you eat, I don''t mind if I don''t. You and Ms. Ynda enjoy your meal, I''m off to work."

    With that, he walked toward the dining room.

    He hung the apron back on the hook next to the fridge, opened the fridge to take a nce, grabbed a baguette, and turned back to Lizetta. "Do you mind if I take this?"

    Lizetta, "..."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Without waiting for her response, Remington headed for the door, taking Cedric with him.

    The door closed behind them, leaving silence in its wake.

    Ynda was the first to snap out of her daze, clicking her tongue.

    "Has he been around too many influencers that he''s picked up their skills?"

    Lizetta pressed her lips together, looking down, "I don''t know, let''s just eat."

    She had sent a message to Ynda on WhatsApp earlier, inviting her up for breakfast.

    She had wanted to drive Remington away, but his reaction was beyond her expectations.

    It made Lizetta feel like punching a pillow, frustrated and somewhat guilty.

    Lately, she seemed to often feel this way.

    "Are you sure this pasta is safe to eat? I mean, badass Remington cooking? And it actually looks pretty good..."

    Ynda stirred the pasta, which was egg, mushroom, and shrimp.

    It appeared to be well-made, even seemingly handmade.

    Despite witnessing it herself, Ynda found it hard to connect this bowl of pasta with Remington.

    Lizetta looked up, saw Ynda hesitant to take a bite, and reached for a spoonful to feed her.

    The rich and savory tasted

    in her mouth, leaving Ynda wide-eyed and astonished. She quickly picked up her utensils and devoured the meal like a storm.

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    Lizetta curled her lips into a smile and lowered her head to enjoy her noodles.

    After finishing her bowl of noodles, Ynda pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth, looking satisfied. "Will there be more tomorrow?"

    Lizetta nced at her with a yful spark in her eyes. "Are you hooked? Should I just not break up with him then?"

    Ynda waved her hands dismissively, "Break up if you must, but keep the mealsing. Those are two separate things.¡±

    Lizetta chuckled, "Then maybe not. I''m afraid he might get twisted and actually poison the food."

    Ynda shivered at the thought, considering it a real possibility. Remington was not the selfless type. He was more of a profit-first businessman, whipping up fancy noodles early in the morning-all to lure little Lizetta back, wasn''t he? The more repressed, the more likely to turn into a creep!

    Lizetta was somewhat worried that Hans might show up at the hospital. After resting for a while, she headed out to the hospital.

    Upon arriving at the hospital entrance, Lizetta had just gotten out of her car when she saw Ste stepping out of another vehicle. Ste was carrying a thermos, and upon seeing Lizetta, she paused before walking over.

    "My father fell ill from grief over my mother''s passing. Just after the funeral, he ended up here, hospitalized." Ste looked worn and genuinely troubled.

    Lizetta regarded her. "Ms. West and I don''t really need to exchange pleasantries."

    She walked past Ste towards the hospital building, but Ste caught up to her side. "Lizetta, I didn''t mean anything by what I said. I just wanted you to know, my mom is gone, my dad is ill, our family has pai for what we''ve done. Remington told me he has only ever loved you. I''vee to ept that..."

    Lizetta was irked by her persistence. She stopped, turned to face Ste with a frown. "What are you trying to say?"

    Her tone was sharp. Ste looked startled, her eyes reddening. "I never meant to interfere in your marriage with Remington, to be the other woman."

    Lizetta let out a scoff, filled with scorn.

    Ste pleaded, "Whether you believe me or not, it''s true. I admit, at first, I wanted Remington to marry me, but that was when I thought you two were divorcing. Now, I realize he

    could never love me, and mu za ne

    feelings for him were just

    dependency because he saved me, not real love..." Content b¨¦longs to

    Lizetta frowned deeply. "You''re saying you don''t love Remington?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Ste nodded. "Yes, I''ve realized that. I won''t interfere with you and Remington anymore. So, if it was because of me you two were divorcing, I want to apologize again. Liz, could you give Remington another chance? He truly loves you."

    Ste''s expression was earnest, pleading with Lizetta.

    Lizetta felt a sense of dissonance. Ste''s sudden change of heart seemed too drastic. If it weren''t for the Westfamily''s relentless pursuit and attempts to ruin her, she might have believed her. But now, she couldn''t take Ste''s words at face

    WY

    value.

    Lizetta was about to respond when a figure suddenly dashed out from the hospital building. "Stop, don''t run!"

    With the shout, the figure charged

    towards Lizetta and Ste, who were

    standing on the hospital steps.

    Lizetta quickly sidestepped to avoid

    the collision. But Ste, standing next to her, suddenly stepped

    forw

    positioning herself in front

    of Lizetta, reaching out to stop the oing person.

    "Stay back!" she shouted.

    Crash.

    In the next moment, the two collided heavily. Not only did the person fall, but Ste also tumbled to the ground. The thermos in Ste''s hands was knocked open, spilling hot soup and water everywhere, eliciting a scream from Ste.

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    Lizetta darted to the side, her eyes fixed on the disheveled figure of Ste, sprawling on the ground and wailing in distress. She frowned deeply, questioning her own judgment.

    She couldn''t help but suspect the worst in people, wondering if Ste was merely putting on a show. After all, it seemed imusible that someone who had harbored such malice towards her would suddenly be her selfless savior.

    The person who had fallen alongside Ste struggled to get up, but the pursuers were quickly closing in. She watched as Ste, in her disarray, kept apologizing profusely.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    "I''m so sorry, so sorry! I didn''t think it would lead to someone getting hurt. If I had known, I wouldn''t have chased after them. Miss, are you alright? Oh dear, that looks like a burn!" Lizetta gasped in surprise, "Zora? Is that you?"

    It was Zora, the caretaker of Thaddeus. Upon seeing Lizetta, Zora paused for a moment, then hurriedly approached, saying, "Ma''am, what are you doing here? You see, it''s like this..." Before Zora could finish, the person on the ground scrambled to their feet and attempted to flee. Zora, taken aback, dashed forward and grabbed the person, shouting angrily. "You''ve hurt someone and you''re trying to run away?! Hand over the recorder!"

    "Let me go! Back off, how dare you, a mere caretaker,y your hands on me? I don''t know anything about a recorder!"

    The caught woman struggled, her hat and wig falling to the ground, revealing her bruised face. Only then did Lizetta recognize her as Daisylin.

    Remembering Zora''s mention of a recorder, Lizetta had a hunch about what was happening. Yet, this might indicate that Ste wasn''t staging the incident.

    "Ms. West, please get up, I''ll take you to the ER to have a look."

    Lizetta''s expression softened as she bent down to help Ste, while the nurse at the reception desk, noticing themotion, rushed over to assist in getting Ste back on her feet. Ste''s clothes were still steaming from the spill, her face pale. She leaned weakly against the nurse, looking at Lizetta.

    "Liz, are you okay?"

    Lizetta felt a mix of emotions. Though she had managed to dodge, if Ste hadn''t stepped in, who knows what might have happened. Setting her feelings aside, Lizetta reassured Ste. "I''m fine, you better go with the nurse and get that looked at....."

    Suddenly, another voice joined in.

    "Ste? What happened here? How did you end up like this?"

    Lizetta turned to see Hanna approaching quickly, concern written all over her face. She hurried up the steps, taking one of Ste''s arms.

    "Auntie, it''s just a burn, nothing serious. I''m just d Liz and her baby are okay..."

    Ste''s voice was weak, sweat beading on her forehead before she fainted into Hanna''s arms. Hanna, shocked, quickly called for a nurse.

    A wheelchair was brought over, and

    Ste was rushed to a hospital room. Hanna red at Lizetta, her brows furrowed in anger. "What''s this all about? Did you spill hot soup on Ste?"

    Hanna''s usatory tone was nothing new to Lizetta. Considering the incident involved Daisylin and Zora, and Ste''s injury was indeed rted to her, she patiently exined the situation and added, "I''ll bring my momter to apologize and thank Ms. West."

    Hanna''s gaze shifted to Daisylin, who was still firmly held by Zora. Daisylin looked a mess, her clothes in disarray and stained with soup. With her wig off, showing burnt patches on her scalp and her hair in disheveled tufts, not to mention her bruised face, she was a sight of utter defeat.

    Hanna''s face twisted in disgust as she asked, "How did you end up like this?"

    Daisylin, far from embarrassed, immediately began to sob and reached out to Hanna for help.

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    "Mama D, as mothers, you have to see what''s happening here. Lizetta, she''s not just ignoring me, her own mom, but she''s letting one of the help push me around. Look at me, I''m all bruised up from it... Let go!"

    Daisy struggled once more, her hand swiping across Zora''s face in the process.

    Hanna''s face turned stormy as she barked at Zora, "Let her go!"

    It wasn''t that she felt sorry for Daisy; she just thought the whole scene was embarrassingly tacky. If Daisy wanted to leave, Hanna thought she should just disappear quietly. As the matriarch of the Dashiell household, Mrs. Hanna Dashiell had always carried an aura of authority.

    Zora flinched, panic shing across her face, ready to release Daisy.

    Lizetta quickly interjected, "Don''t let her go!"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Zora, acting on instinct, tightened her grip. With her strength from years of caregiving, Daisy had no chance of breaking free.

    Daisy''s eyes burned with desperation as she appealed to Hanna again.

    "Mama D, it''s my fault for not raising my daughter right. She mistreats me, her own mother, and doesn''t even respect you, her mother-inw. I''m so ashamed to face you..."

    "Well, then don''t," Lizetta cut in coldly.

    She then turned to Hanna, who was about to explode with rage, and said with a smile, "Aunt Hanna, you must''ve heard about me and Remington filing for divorce. If you really can''t bear to let me go and still want to act as my mother-inw, I could reconsider the divorce application?"

    "Are you threatening me?!" Hanna''s face darkened.

    Lizetta just smiled lightly, "Just a friendly reminder."

    A reminder that since she was no longer going to be her daughter-inw, it was best to stay out of her business. Hanna gave a coldugh through gritted teeth and turned away from Daisy''sints, addressing Lizetta instead. "Ste saved you; she''s your lifesaver. If you have any decency, you''ll go thank her properly and take care of Ste!"

    Lizetta frowned slightly, blocking the assertion. Was being a lifesaver that easy? Although grateful to Ste, she couldn''t help but feel the description was an extion.

    But Hanna didn''t give her a chance to argue and walked away.

    Lizetta looked at Zora. "The recorder, she has it?"

    "Yes, ma''am. You asked me to secretly record. This morning, as soon as she arrived, I hid the recorder under Mr. Gardenia''s pillow. After Jolin left, I tried to retrieve it, but she came back, saw the recorder, and ran off with it chased her..."

    Zora exined.

    Lizetta shot Daisy a cold look and began to search her.

    Despite thoroughly searching Daisy, even shaking out her dropped wig and hat, the recorder was nowhere to be found.

    "Where''s the recorder?" Lizetta asked, eyebrows furrowed.

    Daisy rolled her eyes. "What recorder? I didn''t take or see any..."

    "It''s true, ma''am. I saw her take it and run. What happened?"

    Zora, both anxious and confused, released Daisy to join the search. Daisy, unfazed, retorted, "I didn''t take anything. This is absurd!" "Why run then?" Lizetta clearly trusted Zora.

    "She chased me, and I didn''t know what she was up to, so of course, ran. If you can''t find it, can I leave now?" Daisy argued, attempting to walk away again.

    Lizetta signaled Zora to stop her, then looking at the bruises on her face, inquired, "Did Hans hit you again?"

    Fists clenched, Daisy''s eyes filled with resentment.

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    Jack, that jerk, somehow got out early and found her.

    Over the years while Jack was locked up, they never got divorced. The guy squatted in her house like a nightmaree back to life.

    Daisy had been enjoying her freedom, not about to be as submissive as before. So, Jack beat her up, and before dawn, Daisy ran out.

    Afraid of being found by Jack and having nowhere else to turn, she went back to the hospital, ranting about Jack with Thaddeus. Little did they know, Lizzy, that sneaky girl, had the nurse record everything. "So, you''ve seen him too? Liz, you can''t just leave mom in the lurch. Get Remington to lock him up again! Or, where are you living now? Look at you, pregnant and all alone, mom''s worried sick. Let me move in and take care of you, okay?"

    Daisy was wringing her hands, a pleading look on her face. Lizzy coldly replied, "I don''t need your care. As for Jack, he was released through the proper channels. Remington can''t do anything about it." "You ungrateful child! How can you be so heartless, not lending a hand in times of need?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Daisy snapped, to which Lizzy gave a slight smirk, "I''m just looking out for myself, not lifting a finger to help, just like I learned from you. Have you forgotten?"

    Daisy choked on her words, clearly remembering how she used to neglect Lizzy, sometimes even pushing her in front of Jack to take the heat so she could slip away and avoid getting hit. Knowing Lizzy wouldn''t help her, Daisy struggled to leave.

    Lizzy said, "You hit someone, you can''t just leave. Now,e with me to apologize."

    Daisy ran off. Was she really expected to apologize to Ste herself?

    Lizzy didn''t want to take the me and suspected Daisy, in her rush, had managed to dispose of the recording pen while Zora wasn''t looking. Once alone, Daisy would definitely destroy that pen.

    The fact that Daisy was so concerned about the pen meant it must have recorded something significant. Naturally, Lizzy couldn''t let Daisy out of her sight.

    As Daisy continued to resist, Zora held her down, and they all went to the burn unit.

    Ste hadn''te out from treatment yet. Lizzy was considering asking the hospital security if they could review the surveince footage when a familiar, dignified figure emerged from the elevator.

    It was Remington, no longer in the morning''s attire of a white shirt and ck trousers. He was in a ck shirt now, with a dark grey suit, and his striped tie was knotted meticulously, exuding an aura of refined excellence. Gone was any trace of the apron-wearing makeshift chef from the morning.

    Ste was injured, and he sure made it quickly. Fawning over both sides, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue.

    Just as Lizzy was pondering, Remington came straight towards her and before she could react, took her hands and pulled her into his familiar embrace. His voice was urgent, "Where did you get burned?"

    As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept over Lizzy from head to toe. Noticing she seemed unharmed, his handsome face slightly darkened.

    "Didn''t I tell you not to go out alone? Bess and the bodyguards are already on their way, and yet you left by yourself! Why are you always so disobedient!"

    Remington''s innate authority made

    it easy for him to intimidatepany executives into tears. But the palpable concern in his deepe eyes, along with more exasperation than scolding in his words, softened his stern demeanor, revealing a sincere, anxious side. It was as if she was the only one in his eyes, the only reason he came.

    This side of Remington was truly touching.

    Lizzy''s heart skipped a beat, like a calmke disturbed by a thrown stone, stirring ripples uncontrobly. She bit her lip, "I''m fine, let me go first."

    Hannah, witnessing this scene, frowned.

    "I remember the call mentioning

    Ste got burned trying to save Lizzy! Not that Lizzy was hurt! Ste is still inside, unconscious, and.

    l.n

    hasn''te out yet, Remington. Seems like you''ve got your concerns all mixed up?"

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    Remington held Lizetta close, not letting go as he addressed Hanna with a firm tone. "You yourself said that Ste''s already being taken care of by the doctors inside. I''m not a medic; how else am I supposed to show my concern? Should I barge in there and get in the doctor''s way?"

    Hanna was momentarily speechless, taking a moment to regain herposure before saying, "Well, you should at least care about how Ste got injured in the first ce."

    Remington nodded, "Of course, I''ve sent Cedric to check the security footage."

    Hanna mentioned that Ste got hurt while saving Lizetta, and he had to see for himself what exactly happened.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Cedric, trailing a step behind, approached, "Boss, I''ve got the footage."

    He handed a tablet to Remington, showing the moment Daisylin burst out in front of the hospital building, narrowly missing Lizetta and Ste.

    After watching, Remington''s gaze turned icy as he looked over at Daisylin, who shivered under his stare.

    Daisylin stumbled over her words, "I...I didn''t see Ms. West there. And, in the end, she collided into me. I fell too, and got a bit burned...¡±

    She rolled up her sleeve to reveal a small burn on her hand, blistered and raw.

    Most of the hot soup had spilled on Ste, indicating her burns were quite severe.

    Remington''s expression darkened further, his eyes losing any warmth they might have held.

    Daisylin shrank back, her face pale, and she lowered her head, unable to speak further.

    Hanna coldly added, "Looks to me like she did it on purpose. Maybe she was in cahoots with Lizetta, aiming for Ste. Why else would she choose that exact moment toe out?" Lizetta looked up at Hanna, "So, I''m some sort of psychic now, predicting Ste would jump in?"

    Hanna matter-of-factly said, "That wouldn''t be surprising. Ste''s always been too kind for her own good, always putting others first. She was the same with Remington back in the day." Lizetta bit her lip, regretting speaking up.

    Hanna clearly idolized Ste, but did Remington share that biased view?

    Lizetta couldn''t help but nce at Remington, who remained cool and detached, retorting to Hanna. ¡°Liz isn''t like you, disregarding her own child."

    Hanna''s face flushed with anger, embarrassed by Remington''s public rebuke.

    Fortunately for her, her phone rang at that moment.

    She picked up and walked aside to answer, perhaps sensing an urgent matter, or maybe she just didn''t

    want to stay and face more

    Remington was fully on Lizel

    humiliation, recognizing that

    side.

    After taking the call, Hanna quickly left.

    Lizetta then briefly told Remington. about Daisylin stealing the recording pen, prompting Remington to instruct Cedric. "Check the halfway and elevator cameras, see where she ditched the recording pen."

    Daisylin''s face turned ashen, panic written all over her.

    Soon after, Ste was wheeled out, having finished her treatment.

    She was awake but pale, her clothes cut open with bandages from her chest up to her neck, covered by a hospital gown.

    Seeing Remington, her eyes welled

    up with tears, but she quickly nced at Lizetta in Remington''s embrace and looked down, saying, "Remington, Liz, I''m okay. Under those circumstances, it was right for me to step in. You shouldn''t feel guilty."

    After saying that, she looked up, forcing a weak smile.

    Looking at Ste like this made Lizetta feel even more uneasy. If she had misunderstood Ste and this was just her being her genuine self, then so be it.

    But if Ste was putting on an act, doing all this to regain Remington''s trust, then that made her both ruthless and terrifying.

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    Lizetta and Remington escorted Ste to her hospital room.

    Lizetta suggested that Daisye in to apologize, saying, "She bumped into Ms. West. Shall I call the police for Ms. West?"

    Daisy''s face twisted in anger at this, and she pointed a finger at Lizetta, "You little bi... Ah!"

    Before she could finish her insult, Remington swiftly bent her pointing hand backward, causing Daisy to scream in pain and copse to her knees.

    Remington released her, looking down coldly, "I don''t take kindly to anyone pointing fingers at my wife or child."

    Daisy, cradling her hand and biting back tears, didn''t dare make another sound.

    Lizetta watched the scene, her gaze flickering.

    Remington wiped his fingers with a tissue, and Ste, leaning against her hospital bed, suddenly spoke, "See, Liz? Didn''t I tell you how much Remington cares about you? You should really think about what I said."

    Her expression was envious, but her hand hidden under the nket was clenched tightly, betraying her inner jealousy and rage.

    "What did you tell Lizetta?" Remington immediately asked.

    Ste blinked, a smile ying on her lips, "Why the worry, Remington? I was just telling Lizetta that I''vee to realize my feelings for you aren''t really love, so I''m nning to go abroad. I also told Lizetta how much you love her, suggesting she give you another chance."

    Remington looked at Lizetta, "Is that so?"

    Lizetta pursed her lips and nodded.

    Turning back to Ste, Remington''s expression softened, "Thank you for today. I''ll arrange for the best scar treatment specialist to see you, so you won''t have any scars from the burns."

    Ste shook her head, "No need, Remington. Consider it my way of making amends for my mom. And no need to call the cops either. After all, it was Lizetta''s mom and I who bumped into each other. I''m feeling a bit sore and would like to rest now..."

    Herplexion was pale, her demeanor a mix of pain and frailty.

    Remington nodded, signaling the bodyguard to take Daisy away before leading Lizetta out.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    As Lizetta left, she looked back at Ste, who had closed her eyes, resting quietly.

    Lizetta felt an unsettling difort.

    She thought Ste would use her injury as an excuse not to go abroad, but she didn''t.

    Ste''s actions seemed genuinely remorseful, making amends for past wrongs.

    Could it be that the previous incidents were really just Barbara acting alone?

    Once the door closed, the serene Ste suddenly opened her eyes.

    Her gaze, full of resentment, targeted the door.

    Although Barbara had died bearing the guilt, Remington''s trust in

    Wily had dwindled,

    as warm and trusting as before.

    Remington had even kept his men watching the Wests from the shadows.

    Today, to salvage her situation, she had to hurt herself at the right moment.

    The pain of the burn felt branded into her flesh, unbearable.

    Ste swore through gritted teeth, the pain she endured today would be returned tenfold, a hundredfold on Lizetta! Bearing the pain, she grabbed her phone and made a call.

    Soon, the call connected, and Ste urgently spoke, "Remington''s looking into surveince and searching for a voice recorder. If they can''t find it, they''ll start suspecting me!"

    During her collision with Daisy, a

    voice recorder had rolled out t

    Daisy''s possession, and Ste

    quickly hidden it under herse

    had

    At that moment, thinking it might hold some secrets, she had already managed to discreetly get the recorder into Martin''s room.

    "Forget the recorder; I''ll handle it," she assured the other end.

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    Martin''s voice was grave.

    He had already exported the contents from the voice recorder, deleting a few bits here and there. By now, it was already on its way out, soon to be delivered to Remington''s hands without leaving a trace.

    "What did the recorder catch?" Ste asked, both anxious and curious.

    Martin gave a wry smile, "Some intriguing stuff. You did well today. Get some rest."

    In the hospital hallway.

    "Lost in thought?"

    Remington''s deep voice snapped Lizetta back to reality.

    She shook her head; her doubts about Ste were not something she would share with Remington. Because Remington would undoubtedly trust Ste, and without solid proof, using Ste of ill intentions would just be making a fuss over nothing.

    Suppressing her frustration, Lizetta said, "I''m going to see my brother."

    "Let''s stop by the maternity ward first."

    Worried about Lizetta, Remington insisted before she could object, "You were also startled by Hansst night, weren''t you? Sometimes, the difort from a scare shows upter. It''s better to have a doctor check and be sure."

    Lizetta was led to the maternity ward for a quick check-up to ensure she was fine before Remington personally escorted her out.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Lizetta red at Remington, "Could you not make a big deal out of everything in front of others?"

    In the doctor''s office, she felt so embarrassed by how nervous he made the doctor.

    "I''m not making a big deal out of nothing. Anything concerning you is important to me now."

    When Remington said this, his thick eyshes drooped, his gaze intensely fixed on Lizetta. His tone, along with his gaze and expression, was too earnest. It made it impossible to doubt his words. Lizetta found herself lost in his deep, mesmerizing eyes.

    That was when a familiar voice called out.

    "Liz, Mr. Dashiell?"

    Startled, Lizetta turned around, her eyshes fluttering quickly.

    "Hogan?"

    It was Hogan, casually draping his coat over one arm, looking at her with a gentle, concerned expression.

    "Feeling unwell? Why the check-up?"

    Before Lizetta could answer, Remington''s hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and replied.

    "If I''m not mistaken, Dr. White, you''re a surgeon, aren''t you? Since when did you start dealing with maternity cases?"

    Remington''s tone wasced with tension right from the start.

    Hogan''s gaze briefly swept over Remington''s hand holding Lizetta tight, then he calmly said.

    "Mr. Dashiell might be mistaken. I''m not dealing with maternity matters, just genuinely concerned for Liz, that''s all."

    Remington''s handsome face

    darkened as he scoffed, but just as

    he was about to retort, the woman in his arms red at him warningly Somehow, Remington swallowed his words, his Adam''s apple bobbing.

    Lizetta then smiled at Hogan, "Just a routine check-up, nothing to worry about. Thanks for your concern."

    Hogan nodded, a faint smile gracing

    his lips. Noticing Lizetta didn''t pull

    away from Remington''s embrace,

    his expression darkened slightly then asked.

    "Liz, are you two back together?"

    Remington, clearly impatient, cut in before Lizetta could respond.

    "Dr. White seems surprised. You didn''t want us to reconcile?"

    His smile was mocking. Without waiting for Hogan to reply, he continued, "Too bad. Liz and I grew up together we know each other best. We''ve been passionately in love as a couple for over two years, and soon we''ll have a baby that belongs to both of us. Even a divorce would just mark a new beginning. Reconciling is just a matter of time. I''d advise some people not to try and wedge themselves in. It''ll be a wasted effort..."

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    Remington''s wordsnded with a definitive thud.

    The man carried an air of cool arrogance, as if he held unwavering confidence in what he said.

    Lizetta, however, felt like Remington had just be an expert at making her squirm.

    How did someone who used to be so stingy with his words suddenly be so adept at spinning tales at the drop of a hat?

    When did they grow up together? It was Ste who had grown up alongside him. And when were they ever deeply in love? It was only his coldness within their marriage that had left her tasting the bitter pill of waiting.

    Lizetta couldn''t bear it any longer and interrupted Remington, "Hey, why are you here?"

    "I heard a junior of ours is getting her full certification this month. I was passing by and thought I''d drop in to congratte her."

    Lizetta nodded, her embarrassment growing. She and Hogan didn''tmunicate much privately, and since he was here for another, it seemed his interest in her had likely faded.

    Lizetta elbowed Remington, fed up with his presence. Remington stiffened, his handsome face freezing for a moment. The light touch felt less like it hit his side and more like it plunged straight into his heart. Lately, she had been avoiding any physical contact with him, so even a nudge from her felt significant!

    His deep eyes momentarily filled with a gxy of stars as he leaned in and whispered, "Liz, you''re touching me again! Do it once more."

    Lizetta thought he was crazy, seeing his excitement over such a trivial interaction. Anyone unaware of the context would think she had done something outrageous to him in public. She shot him a re and quickly greeted Hogan before hurrying ahead.

    Remington didn''t spare Hogan another nce, quickly catching up with Lizetta. With a smile ying on his lips and one hand casually in his pocket, he leaned towards her, chatting as they walked.

    Hogan watched their figures recede

    into the distance. Seeing the yful smirk on Remington''s face and Lizetta''s annoyed yet lively demeanor, they looked like a typical couple hashing out a small quarrel. Hogan''s hand, hidden beneath his coat, clenched tightly. Liz, will you eventually forgive him? Even after all the hurt he''s caused, why can he still upy your entire field of vision, leaving no room for me?This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    When Lizetta and Remington reached Thaddeus'' room, Cedric had just arrived.

    "We found the recorder in a bag

    belonging to a family member of a patient in the urology department on the tenth floor. The surveince footage showed Daisylin bumping into this person when she got out of the elevator. She must have slipped it into the bag then."

    Remington handed the recorder to Lizetta, asking, "Is this it?"

    Lizetta nodded, eager to y the recording. Daisylin''s desperation to keep the recorder from her meant it must contain something significant.

    "Hans is back, and your dear mother got a beating from him again. You''re my flesh and blood, wake up and stand up for your mother, will you?"

    "Forget it, you''re useless anyway. The first thing you''d probably do if you woke up is to snitch to that wretch Lizetta. Tell her she''s not even a child of the Gardenia family; I''ve wasted my life raising you."

    "Eve''s gone missing, the Hawthorne family is in ruins, you''re paralyzed, and that wretch Lizetta doesn''t care about me. Raised three kids and not one of them turned out useful, no idea where your real sister is..."

    "If you hadn''t eavesdropped on me talking to your uncle two years ago and insisted on telling that dead girl, would you have ended up in that ident?"

    Listening to Daisylin''s shrill, harsh words, Lizetta clenched the recorder.

    So, she was neither a child of the Hawthorne family nor of the Gardenia family. The car ident Thaddeus was in-was it because he found out she wasn''t a Gardenia and wanted to tell her?

    Lizetta''s fingers trembled, and the recorder slipped from her grasp. Remington, ever watchful, caught it before it hit the ground and gently embraced the pale-faced Lizetta Resting his chin atop her head and pulling her close, he offered her silentfort and warmth, helping her emotions to slowly stabilize.

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    Lizetta nestled in the man''s embrace, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and shock.

    shes of her childhood flickered before her eyes, her shoulders trembling slightly as she spoke in a hoarse voice.

    "I can barely remember anything from before I was six, living with the Hawthornes. It''s all a blur until I was kicked out...

    Being abandoned was terrifying, but I knew Evelina was the rightful Hawthorne child, and going back to the Gardenias was where I belonged.

    I entered the Gardenia household full of hope, but the first time I called Hans ''Dad,'' I was met with a p across the face. After that, beatings and going hungry became a part of my daily life.

    I often despaired, wondering why I was cursed with such parents. But we don''t get to choose our parents, so all I could do was swallow my tears and endure.

    And now you''re telling me it was all a lie, that they aren''t my real parents. What does that make all the suffering and beatings I endured?!"

    Lizetta choked up, her fists clenched, trembling with rage.

    She wasn''t a Gardenia child; they could have handed her over to the police or sent her to an orphanage.

    Anything would have been better than this deception, letting her endure years of physical and emotional torment.

    "Liz, it''s a good thing you''re not a Gardenia. They never deserved to be your parents! If you still want to find your real family, I''ll help you search!

    And if you don''t want to search, that''s fine too. You''ve got Daisy and me! Even if I mess up and you don''t want me around, I''ll always be here for you, Liz."

    Remington''srge hands gently stroked Lizetta''s hair, soothing her trembling frame with a voice so tender it was uncharacteristic.

    Gradually, under his constion, Lizetta''s emotions began to settle. She could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, his familiar scent and embrace.

    A crack appeared in the icy shell around her heart, warmed by his gentle words, slowly thawing the chill and pain.

    This unsettling feeling made her push Remington away, wiping her cheeks awkwardly.

    "Don''t tter yourself. I''ve got Daisy, and that''s enough for me!"

    Seeing her spirit return, Remington didn''t mind her harsh words and nodded.

    "Alright, whenever you''re ready to have me back, just say the word."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta found his shamelessness unbearable, a mix of cringe and bravado.

    She pursed her lips, looking away, only to see Thaddeus lying there

    quietly which brought a

    pang

    to her heart and tears to her eyes once more.

    "Hans was brutal, Daisylin indifferent. If it weren''t for my brother protecting me, I would have diedtong ago... but it''s my fault my brother is like this..."

    The car ident Thaddeus was in happened while he was handling a financial dispute case.

    Lizetta had looked into it, fearing that this financial case had brought disaster upon Thaddeus.

    But to think it was all because of her!

    Swamped with guilt, Remington, feeling helpless, pulled her into his arms tofort her.

    "Don''t cry, how could this be your fault? The ident was unexpected, and besides, your brother has been recovering well. He''s going to wake up. I''m sure of it."

    Her tears had already soaked through Remington''s shirt, softening his heart.

    His voice, filled with a soothing power, made Lizetta lift her head from his embrace.

    "Really?"

    "Of course," Remington assured, his fingertips gently wiping away her tears, his eyes full of sympathy.

    Lizetta nodded, wanting to believe him like she did when she was a little girl.

    Because the little Lizetta who believed in her brother never faced disappointment.

    Could this mean Thaddeus would really wake up?

    Avoiding Remington''s gaze, Lizetta calmed down, and when she looked at him again, her eyes were filled with a bitter resolve.

    "I want to confront Daisylin myself."

    Maybe Daisylin knew the truth about her origins. Even if she didn''t, Lizetta needed to ask Daisylin why she had been deceived for so many years.

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    Daisy was practically hurled into the room by the bodyguard, her eyes widening at the sight of the voice recorder next to Lizetta. She spun on her heel, attempting to flee, only to be shoved back hard, crashing at Remington''s feet.

    "Are you gonna spill the beans, or do I need to have someone teach you how to talk?" The man''s voice was ice cold, echoing from above.

    Daisy shivered, realizing Lizetta must have heard everything. There was no hiding it now, and she burst into tears.

    "It was Hans! Yes, it was all Hans'' idea! When the Hawthorne family suspected a mix-up with the kids, they first did a DNA test with Eve, confirming that Eve was indeed their biological daughter. Then, Hans took a lock of Lizetta''s hair for a DNAparison.

    The results shocked us. Lizetta wasn''t our Gardenia child either.

    Hans said our daughter was lost for good. If the Hawthornes found out Lizetta wasn''t a Gardenia, they would surely take both girls in.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    That would leave the Gardenias with no daughters at all. He argued it was better to just im Lizetta as our own..."

    Lizetta''s fists clenched tighter, her arms trembling with tension.

    She red at Daisy, "Oh, really? It was all Hans'' idea? Then why has Evelina been sending you money all these years?"

    Daisy scrambled for an exnation: "Hans told Eve right away that you weren''t a Gardenia child.

    Eve was only six but clever beyond her years. She begged Hans not to tell Kevin and ra, crying that you were so aplished, they wouldn''t even notice her if you stayed with the Hawthornes!

    She promised to treat us like her own parents forever if we kept you, giving us the allowance the Hawthornes provided her every month.

    Feeling indebted to Eve, the Hawthornes loaded a bank card with six years'' worth of allowances and gave it to her. Eve handed that card to Hans right away.

    Hans used that money to fake a paternity test, saying it would keep Eve paying and, since you were such a beauty, we could eventually cash in a hefty dowry. The Gardenias came out ahead either way..." Lizetta''s gaze turned even colder as she stared at Daisy.

    Daisy knew Lizetta was tough, always blunt with her, and now knowing she wasn''t her birth mother, Daisy feared the worst.

    She crawled to Lizetta''s feet,

    begging, Liz, mom... no, no, I swear I had no part in this. It was all Hans and Evelina''s doing. Think about it, I''m a mother. Wouldn''t I want to find my own daughter?"

    As Daisy tried to cling to Lizetta''s legs, Lizetta instinctively recoiled.

    Remington immediately wrapped his arms around Lizetta, giving the bodyguard a look.

    The bodyguard stepped forward, kicking Daisy away.

    Daisy rolled twice before mming into the wall, clutching her chest as she looked up.

    "I was against it from the start. I said we had to call the cops, let them find my daughter. But Hans called me stupid, beat me up, and locked me away. Liz, you have to believe me."

    Lizetta eyed Daisy''s pleading face, unconvinced of her innocence.

    Over the years, it was Daisy who had been receiving money from Evelina, not Hans, who had been in jail.

    Indeed, when the Hawthornes and the Gardenias mixed up their children, no one had called the police.

    The hospital where the mix-up

    urred was partly owned by the

    Hawthornes. Wary of scandal

    affecting the business, they just

    swapped the children back without involving the authorities.

    "So, you''re saying you don''t know anything about my real family?"

    Lizetta bit her lip, watching for any shift in Daisy''s expression.

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    Daisy shook her head in dismay, "I have no idea. It wasn''t me who swapped the kids. I only found out Evelina wasn''t my daughter when she was six."

    Lizetta somewhat believed Daisy''s words because she saw a hint of motherly affection in Daisy for Evelina. At least, Daisy didn''t use Evelina as a shield against Hans''s temper, unlike how she treated Lizetta when she was a child.

    "Take her away," Remington finally said after realizing he wasn''t going to get anything more from her. He signaled the bodyguards to escort Daisy out.

    Daisy''s face was etched with terror, unsure of her fate, her pleas muffled by the bodyguard''s hand as she was led away.

    Lizetta hung her head low, her expression numb and lost. Seeing her like this, Remington''s heart clenched. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head to his chest, his voice soft.

    "You decide how to deal with her."

    Lizetta closed her dry eyes, taking a moment before responding wearily. "Despite everything, she is Thaddeus''s biological mother. Let''s just detain her for a few days, then release her. I don''t want Thaddeus to wake up without a mother."

    Daisy had been decent to Thaddeus, after all.

    A shadow crossed Remington''s eyes, thinking a few days was too lenient for Daisy. His Liz was too kind-hearted. But he was not one to let bygones be bygones. Daisy would pay for her sins against Lizetta, he vowed silently.

    "For Thaddeus''s sake, you''re even willing to let Daisy off the hook. Your loyalty and devotion to him is remarkable," hemented, his toneced with a hint of sarcasm.

    Lizetta sensed his mocking tone and pushed him away, annoyed. "He''s my brother, and it''s my fault he''s in this mess. Of course, I care about him!"

    She reached for a cotton swab to moisten Thaddeus''s lips with some water.

    Remington''s handsome face darkened, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He''s not even your real brother. No blood rtion!"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    He had always seen Thaddeus as Lizetta''s brother, but knowing now that they weren''t rted by blood made him jealous. Especially since Lizetta had been visiting Thaddeus at least twice a week for the past two years, personally taking care of him.

    Even though Lizetta only helped with upper body care, leaving the rest to the nurses, Remington couldn''t help but feel a gnawing jealousy.

    "Are you jealous?" Lizetta was taken aback. She couldn''t understand why he would be jealous over such a thing. Even though she now knew there was no blood rtion, Thaddeus was still her brother in her heart.

    But Remington grabbed her wrist,

    pulling the cotton swab from her hand. "In your heart, he''s more important than me, right? You can easily let go of my hand, break things off with me, but you''re unwaveringly loyal to him, willing to suffer for his sake.

    Both of us are brothers to you without a blood rtion, but he''s only been with you for two years, and look at all the harm he''s caused you. I''ve been by your side for fourteen years, Lizetta. How is that fair? Don''t I have a right to be jealous?"

    He pulled her forcefully in front of him, trapping her between his legs so she couldn''t resist. His gaze bore into her, his face a mix of usation and frustration, yet his eyes seemed to hold ayer of hurt and longing, as if waiting for her to soothe his Wounds.

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    Lizetta stared nkly at the man before her, on the verge of surrendering for a moment, as she extended her hand tofort him.

    But she snapped back to reality, pushing him away forcefully, her brows furrowed. "It''s different! Don''t try to confuse me!"

    She tried to turn away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist again, his eyes filled with helpless resignation. "How is it different, Liz? Don''t be so hard on me."

    Lizetta bit her lip, looking down. "My brother never hurt me!"

    Her words didn''t use him directly, but each one reminded him of the pain he had caused her. Like a series of soft needles, they pierced into Remington''s heart, making his expression stiffen.

    Lizetta continued, "Of course, if you think I''m being hypocritical, after we get divorced, you can just be my brother again. Considering how you used to take care of me, if you ever needed it, I''d take care of you, even if you were paralyzed."

    Remington was speechless.

    "Let go," Lizetta indicated.

    Remington looked into her cold eyes and sighed deeply, reluctantly releasing his hold on her. But as she turned away, he couldn''t bear it, pulling her back into his embrace, asking, "Liz, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration and sorrow. Lately, he felt her being hot and cold, and just when he thought he had swayed her a little, she would retreat and be even colder towards him. This made him anxious, almost to the point of madness.

    Lizetta felt a tightness in her chest. "Remington, maybe it''s just your possessiveness. Because I was once your wife, carrying your child, you can''t stand the thought of me being with another man after we divorce."

    "Or maybe, you''re just used to having me at the Dashiell family. No matter how far or cold you are, I''m always there when youe home, under your control. You''re not used to losing that. Once I''m back in that ce, you''ll realize it''s Ste you''ve known since childhood, she''s the one you love..."

    As Lizetta spoke, a self-mocking smile appeared on her lips. In fact, she had never truly believed that Remington loved her.

    Listening to her sarcastic words,

    Remington''s chest heaved,

    struggling for breath. He let go of Lizetta, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes reddened, staring at her, grating out, "It''s like karma. I didn''t believe you loved me and hurt you. Now, you''re doing the same to me. What do I have to do for you to believe I love you? Do I need to tear my heart out for you to see?"

    He grabbed Lizetta''s hand forcefully, cing it over his heart. Her fingertips felt his chaotic heartbeat, pounding fiercely, like a ze of fire and anger.

    ne:

    Lizetta curled her fingers, avoiding his gaze. But Remington held her face, forcing her to look at him, his voice hoarse again. "I''ve known Ste for eleven years, but I don''t remember much before I was four, so it''s more like six or seven years of memories. Why don''t you calcte how long I''ve known you..."

    Lizetta felt his palm burning hot, his gaze scorching, almost searing through her. She shook her head vigorously, struggling. "This is pointless. I won''t do it!"

    "Then let me do the math for you. I held you since you were born, you even peed on me, marking me back then."

    Lizetta didn''t want to listen to this

    nonsense, but he continued, oblivious to her wide-eyed stare. "Before you were five, every time Granny Rachel and my grandma met, they''d bring you along. You might not remember, but back then, you were most attached to me at the Dashiell family. The first person you learned to call wasn''t ''mom'' or ''dad,'' it was ''brother.""

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    Once upon a time, no one had ever mentioned this to Lizetta, leaving her stunned as she gazed at Remington.

    "You''re kidding, right?"

    Cradling her face gently, Remington''s gaze softened, and a faint smile yed on his lips.

    "I''m not kidding. When you were a little over two, you visited the Dashiell estate. The servants were frantic, unable to find you anywhere. It wasn''t until I came home from school that I discovered you had somehowmandeered my bed.

    Liz, you were the first to im my bed, and so far, the only one. And I intend to keep it that way. Don''t you think you owe it to me?"

    This revtion made Lizetta''s cheeks inexplicably warm.

    She figured it must be from the warmth of Remington''s palm.

    As Remington''s smile faded slightly, his voice grew husky.

    "When I was eight, my grandfather took me fishing. I wandered off, and by the time I returned, he had copsed from a heart attack. The dy in finding help... it cost him his life. I locked myself away, overwhelmed with guilt, refusing food and water, shunning everyone''s concern..."

    Lizetta''s breath hitched. Mr. Dashiell and Fiona shared a close bond, and since the old man''s early demise, the Dashiell family seldom spoke of the circumstances surrounding his death.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Lizetta had always assumed it was a simple case of passing away due to illness, never imagining it to be so tragic.

    Noticing Remington lost in his painful memories, she instinctively reached out, softly stroking his hair, her gaze turning tender.

    Remington caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss, locking eyes with her.

    "Guess who finally pulled me out of that darkness?"

    Lizetta felt a stir in her heart but dared not believe it.

    With a slight lift at the corners of his eyes, Remington revealed, "It was you."

    "Me?"

    "Yes, you. Finding your way into my room by ident, you tumbled through the darkness to my side, insisting on holding my hand, urging ''don''t cry, big brother."

    "I tried to push you away, but you were relentless,ing back to me. You even pulled off the pacifier hanging around your neck, trying to shove it into my mouth, covered in your drool. Liz, see, we''ve been exchanging spit since way back."

    Hearing his increasingly outrageous tale, Lizetta felt her ears burn with embarrassment.

    Covering his mouth, she retorted, annoyed,

    "Stop it, I don''t want to hear any of this. It''s all meaningless now!"

    But Remington gently pulled her hand away, his voice deep and serious.

    "How is it meaningless? I want you to know, when Thaddeus brought you to the Dashiell estate, I took you in, not because of Ste, but because you had already saved me without even knowing it!"

    Lizetta felt a sudden warmth in her eyes as Remington caressed the slight redness at the corners, continuing,

    "Liz, even before you could remember, I was already cherishing you. If a man is to have a true love, none could be more cunning, more early in my life than you.

    "See, my memories of you start from your birth, and now, twenty-two years on.

    How long have I known Ste West? But you and I, we''ve been entwined for twenty-two years. Liz, we are the real deal, an irreceable fate no one else can match.

    I was toote to understand, too

    quick to misunderstand, hurting you in the process. You can scold me, ignore me, hit me, even make me chase you for two, five, ten years if you want, but never doubt my heart. I know who I love!"

    Lizetta had never realized Remington could be so eloquent, his words pressing relentlessly into her heart, striking deep.

    She didn''t want to be swayed by him, to have her emotions so easily manipted, yet she found herself overwhelmed, tears falling uncontrobly, her thoughts a turbulent mess.

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    How could she just stand there, indifferent?

    This was the only man she had ever loved, the man who, over and over, confessed his love for her. Words she once dreamed of hearing, now sweeping over her like a hurricane, overwhelming and all- consuming.

    "Liz, please don''t cry. Did I say something wrong again? Did I upset you?"

    Lizetta''s tears fell faster, scalding dropsnding on the man''s hands and cheeks. Remington gently wiped them away, his handsome face a mix of tenderness and panic.

    But Lizetta pushed him away forcefully. She staggered backward, nearly falling. Remington turned pale with fright, jumping up to catch her, only to be pushed away again. His tall, lean figure stood there, hand outstretched, watching her cry, wanting to embrace her but too afraid to do so, his expression one of deep regret.

    Lizetta choked out between sobs, ring at him, "Don''t touch me, you jerk!"

    "Alright, alright, I won''te closer. I''m the jerk, the absolute worst, unforgivable. Please, just stop crying."

    Remington was at his wit''s end, clueless about how tofort her. The more he tried, the more she seemed to cry, the more hurt she appeared.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.

    Lizetta calmed down a bit, using

    him, "Why do you act so innocent? With your way with words, knowing exactly how to hit where it hurts, how could you possibly say the wrong thing? Remington, you''re doing this on purpose! You choose now to say these things, just when I found out about my real family, when I''m at my most vulnerable and my defenses are down. You''re trying to sway my heart! You call me sly, but you''re the most cunning hunter of all! Your love is nothing but calcted moves. I don''t want to hear it!"

    With that, Lizetta turned and quickly entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She was afraid if she dyed any longer, she''d give in to her softer emotions and once again swallow his honeyed wordsced with pain.

    Lizetta didn''t see the shocked and

    pained expression on Remington''s face as she closed the door. His deep eyes reddened, losing their usual calm, filled with hurt. Gone was his usual self-assurance and strategic thinking. Those words hade naturally to him, a true reflection of his feelings. But in her eyes, his heartfelt words were

    nothing but calcted maniption.

    Remington''s thin lips curved into a self-mocking smile as he approached the bathroom door, his voice strained. "Liz, if I made you sad again, I take back what I said. If you don''t want to see me, I''ll leave now. Don''t stay in there too long, it''s stuffy."

    He waited silently for a moment, but there was no response from inside. He didn''t know if she was still crying, suppressing the urge to break in, he sighed deeply and turned away.

    Inside the bathroom, Lizetta pressed against the door, her eyes wet but unable to stop the silent tears. Tears, perhaps, were the best way to release emotions, likencing a boil, painful but somehow relieving the bitterness in her heart.

    It was then she heard it. A gentle, familiar piano melody floated into the room. Lizetta paused, surprised. She opened the door and stepped out.

    Remington was gone from the room, but on the floor by the bathroom door, flower petals spelled out three words: I''m sorry.

    The opening door caused a breeze,

    scattering the petals, blurring the message. The piano music came from her phone on the bedside table, its screen still lit. It was Lizetta''s

    phone, but she hadn''t r

    piano piece. She recognized immediately; it was Remington ying, with his unique touch. And the piece he yed was "Winter Snow," her ownposition posted on Twitter, inspired by their first meeting when she was eight.

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    But Thaddeus had just confided to her that in his memory, their first encounter traced back even earlier than she remembered. Before Lizetta even had a thread of memory to cling to, he had already etched her into his heart.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    The melody meandered through the quiet of the hospital room, swelling Lizetta''s chest with an indescribable mix of emotions. It was as though the pieces of herself she''d discarded were being gingerly collected by him, piece by piece.

    As though their roles had reversed, with him patiently waiting for her to turn back.

    After a long moment, she finally approached and sat beside the hospital bed. Looking at Thaddeus lying there, Lizetta''s cheeks flushed with a bashful smile. "Big brother, did you hear all of that? I''m sorry, did I disturb you?"

    "You must be teasing me, still such a crybaby even after bing a mom."

    "Big brother, what should I do? I think I still love him. Should I trust him again?"

    In the car.

    Remington wore an expression of cold detachment, sitting in the back seat, and instructed his driver Ray in a grave tone.

    "Any anomalies found with Hans'' case?"

    Ray shook his head, ncing at the man in the rearview mirror before quickly averting his gaze.

    Despite Remington''s stoic facade, Ray couldn''t shake the feeling that Mr. Dashiell was in a foul mood. But that seemed odd, considering he had just had a lengthy private meeting with his wife.

    "No anomalies detected. The scaffold copse incident two months ago appears to be an ident, with no evidence of tampering. It''s been fourteen years, and most of the prison guards and the warden from Hans'' case have been transferred.

    The new warden, who transferred from Tranquil Meadowsst year, is unaware of Hans'' connection to you. And Bard, who is familiar with Hans'' situation, recently had a re-up of an old injury and is recuperating at home, which is why the information didn''t reach you sooner.

    The day before yesterday, the new warden called to apologize for the oversight, hoping to invite you for a meal to personally apologize when you''re avable..."

    As Ray reported, it seemed Hans had been fortunate, with no abnormalities found.

    "Should we continue the investigation?"

    Remington closed his eyes, his voice icy.

    "No need. Hans forged a paternity test, so what he did to Liz wasn''t just domestic abuse. Let''s proceed with legction; make sure he stays behind bars this time."

    Evidence of Hans'' abuse towards Lizetta, including photographs, medical assessments, and witness statements, had all been meticulously preserved by Remington.

    Given the leniency typically granted in domestic abuse cases, Remington had engineered a different trap to incarcerate Hans.

    Now that it was clear Hans wasn''t Lizetta''s biological father, his actions were not merely domestic abuse but premeditated assault and child endangerment.

    Remington intended to ensure Hans paid for his crimes anew.

    "Understood, I''ll take care of it personally," Ray responded promptly.

    Remington opened his eyes. "Before you send him off, interrogate him thoroughly. And look into Liz''s background."

    "The hospital where Mrs. Dashiell was born closed down eight years ago, and the medical staff have long since dispersed. It might take some time."

    Ray responded, and Remington rubbed his temples, sighing.

    "Let''s keep this from my wife for now."

    He hoped to locate Lizetta''s biological family first, assess the situation, and then decide whether to share the news with her.

    Having suffered enough in both the

    Hawthorne and Gardenia families,

    Remington didn''t want Lizetta to face any more pain if her own family turned out to be another source of heartache.

    Ray acknowledged the instruction and dropped Remington off at his office before setting out to deal with Hans.

    What was anticipated to be a

    straightforward task-given the surveince detail previously assigned to Hans-turned

    find the bodyguard unconscious and Hans nowhere to be found.

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    Remington had just wrapped up a meeting when he got word that Hans had bolted. As he strode towards his office, the air around him felt heavy with tension.

    "We''ve tracked him to an hour ago at the airport. It looks like he caught on to our tail and got spooked. He''s left Zion City," Ray reported, his voice tight with concern. "I underestimated him, Mr. Dashiell. I let him slip through our fingers, but I promise to make it right and bring him back."

    Remington''s handsome face was set in a grim line. "Let''s talk when you''ve got him," he said curtly before ending the call.

    Catching up to him, Timothy Temple pped Remington on the shoulder, a note of concern in his voice. "Hey, Remi, take it easy, will you? All this stress is aging you."

    Timothy thought back to their recent meeting with the Temple Group, where Remington had been all business, his demeanor so frosty that Timothy could''ve sworn they were in the red for five million dors, no profiting.

    Remington, in no mood for chitchat, shrugged off Timothy''s hand, his reply icy. "Why are you still here?"

    "Come on, Remi, I''m just looking out for you. You know, Litchi is all about the looks. If you let yourself go, you''re out of the game. Keeping a light touch, giving her space to breathe-that''s key. Make sure you dazzle her next time, get her heart racing..."

    Before Timothy could finish, the door to Remington''s office mmed shut in his face, leaving him to mutter to himself about the wasted wisdom of his many romantic endeavors.

    Inside, Remington scoffed at the notion. Was he really the type to rely on his looks to get ahead?

    But then, barely ten minutester, he abruptly set aside the paperwork in front of him and called Cedric. "Bring me two boxes of facial masks!"

    Cedric was puzzled. The boss was getting quirkier by the day.

    Lizetta was surprised by the turn of events over the next week. She hadn''t seen Remington, but his presence was unmistakable.

    Her shadowed protectors were

    clearly his men, and the mealsThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    prepared by Bess asionally

    included dishes that seemed out of

    her usual repertoire.

    Each morning, fresh flowers, always including a green rose like the ones Remington had given her, were ced in the living room vase.

    One morning, she even found a short, stubby hair on the pillow next to hers...

    She chose to ignore these small signs.

    Then one day, she got a call from Jerome, informing her that Dora was flying into Zion City, her injuries now healed. He even provided the flight details, hoping to surprise Lizetta.

    Delighted, Lizetta decided to meet Dora at the airport with a bouquet in hand, aiming to give her a pleasant surprise.

    Arriving early, she contemted visiting a dessert shop when suddenly, someone tugged at her dress from behind.

    Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with an elderlydy, her appearance humble but her eyes kind and filled withughter.

    Though Lizetta felt a sense of

    warmth from the woman, the bustling airport environment made her wary. However, the sight of her bodyguards approaching reassured her.

    Bending slightly, Lizetta smiled at the olddy. "Can I help you with something?"

    Instead of answering, the olddy simply took Lizetta''s hand, insisting, "Come with me."

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    Her hands were warm and soft, much like Fiona''s.

    They were the hands of someone who lived a life offort and ease, Lizetta noted. The elderlydy carried herself with a grace reminiscent of Fiona''s.

    She exuded a peaceful aura, the kind thates with age, not at all the type to mean harm.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    So, Lizetta signaled to the approaching bodyguard to hold back.

    The elderlydy, as Lizetta had guessed, didn''t drag her away but instead stopped in front of a bakery''s disy window. She pointed at a dessert behind the ss, smiling at Lizetta.

    "I''m hungry, I''d really like to have that. Could you treat me to it?" she asked, her eyes gleaming like a child asking for candy.

    Lizetta realized thedy was somewhat disoriented, probably separated from her family.

    With a gentle smile growing on her face, Lizetta nodded, "Of course, I can do that for you, but you''ll have to promise me one thing in return."

    The elderlydy nodded eagerly, as if afraid Lizetta might change her mind and the dessert would vanish.

    Laughing softly, Lizetta led thedy into the bakery and ordered her a strawberry souffl¨¦ pancake.

    As they sat down, Lizetta pushed the dessert towards her and said, "Here''s your treat. Could you give me your family''s phone number now?"

    Thedy looked at the dessert and then stood up, "Just a moment."

    Her movements were swift for her age, and she quickly walked over to the cashier''s counter.

    She returned with a spoon, handed it to Lizetta, and pushed the dessert between them, smiling warmly, "Elsa, isn''t this your favorite strawberry pancake? You have to share it with me, eat up." Lizetta, puzzled, wondered who Elsa was.

    It seemed she had been mistaken for a family member. Reluctantly, under thedy''s insistent urging, she shared the dessert with her.

    Lizetta also scanned thedy for any contact information, finding none.

    Worried her family might be frantic, Lizetta gently coaxed her into taking a photo.

    Exiting the bakery, Lizetta waved over her bodyguard, Dean, and instructed, "Can you take this photo to the radio station for help?" After Dean left with her phone, Lizetta turned and was surprised to see a familiar figure approaching.

    It was Jerome, his coat billowing behind him as he walked briskly towards her.

    Seeing him, Lizetta''s heart tightened, recalling his previous confession of affection during their time in Luminesia. Clearly, Dora was Jerome''s hire, and it was unusual for her to return without their boss personally picking her up.

    Yet here was Jerome, and Lizetta had been feeling a change in her own feelingstely.

    Believing in being decisive when not intending to give hope, she braced herself for Jerome''s approach.

    Before he could speak, she stepped

    back, gesturing towards the bodyguard she had left behind, and started, "Mr. Madden, worried about me in my condition? I forgot to tel you, I have a bodyguard with me, left by Remington. You''ve been a great help in Luminesia, a real lifesaver to both me and the baby. When you''re free, I''d like to invite you and Remington for a meal, to properly thank you..."

    Jerome looked momentarily stunned.

    Just then, the bakery door opened and the elderlydy came out,

    beaming, holding her dessert

    "Tang

    Took, someone treated me to a

    Sherry pancake, it''s delicious!"

    Jerome smiled, taking out a napkin to wipe the cream from thedy''s mouth, then turned to Lizetta with a smile, "This is my grandmother, I''m here to pick her up."

    Lizetta, "..."

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    Jerry watched as Lizetta wished she could just disappear into thin air, a slight smirk ying at the corners of his mouth. "Confidence is a good thing."

    Lizetta''s face turned a bright shade of red. She had been praying that Jerry hadn''t picked up on her subtle rejection, but clearly, he had no issues with emotional intelligence. The one with the problem was her. Feeling utterly embarrassed, Lizetta stammered, "Well, in that case, I won''t bother you any longer. Maybe some other time when Mr. Madden is free, I could invite Mr. Madden..."

    She turned to leave, but once again, her coat was gently tugged from behind. Recognizing the familiar force and location, Lizetta turned around to see Mrs. Bernice Madden, but this time, tears filled the olddy''s eyes, her expression one of confusion and sorrow.

    "Elsa, where are you going? Won''t youe home with mom?"

    Lizetta, seeing Mrs. Madden about to cry, was at a loss. She looked to Jerry for help, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arm around his grandmother, then said in a gentle voice to Lizetta, "My grandma thinks you''re her deceased daughter, Elsa Madden. Don''t take it to heart."

    At this, Mrs. Bernice Madden became upset, pping Jerry''s arm.

    "Jerry, don''t you start thinking I''m going senile! I am not. This is my Elsa, and Elsa''s expecting my granddaughter Andrea. Aren''t you going to call her aunt?"

    Lizetta remembered hearing from Remington that Nelson Madden and his wife had only one daughter, Elsa, who had passed away early. Jerry was adopted by the Madden family, and he had mentioned that Lizetta reminded him of an important rtive. It seemed he was referring to Elsa.

    "Call her," urged Mrs. Bernice Madden, while Lizetta hesitated, not wanting to distress the olddy by correcting her. Before Lizetta could resolve her dilemma, Jerry, in an attempt to cheer his grandmother, indeed called out, "Aunt."

    Lizetta, "..."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Suddenly, she had a grown nephew, and it wasn''t even her fault. Seeing the helpless look on Jerry''s handsome face, Lizetta couldn''t help but let a smile escape her eyes.

    Jerry locked eyes with her, feigning annoyance as he slightly squinted, then his lips curled into a slight smile.

    Just then, a young woman in a red dress hurried over.

    "Grandma, why are you wandering off again! I just went to give directions, and when I turn around, you''re gone!"

    The woman approached and pulled Mrs. Madden away. Mrs. Madden was still clutching Lizetta''s coat, causing Lizetta to stumble a step, which Jerry quickly steadied her by the arm.

    "Are you okay?" Jerry asked, looking

    down at her. Lizetta shook her head slightly and Jerry turned his gaze to the woman, his expression hardening as he said, "Wendy, you''re being rude."

    Mrs. Madden shook off Wendy''s hand, annoyed, "Don''t pull me, I want to stay with Elsa!" She returned to Lizetta''s side, gripping her coat tightly once again.

    Wendy, feeling slighted by their treatment, looked to Jerry and said with a hint of grievance, "Bro, I was just worked about grandma. There are so many people at the airport, and if grandma wanders off and gets lost, or if something bad

    happens to her..."

    Mrs. Madden immediately waved her off, "I''m with Elsa, and Elsa is not a bad person. Elsa even bought me strawberry shortcake! It''s sweet!"

    Wendy nced at Lizetta, then stepped forward, frowning as she took the strawberry shortcake from Mrs. Madden''s hands.

    "Grandma, how many times have I

    told you not to just eat things strangers give you? What if it had something bad in it? You could get taken away by bad people, locked in a dark room, and never see grandpa and us again."

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    Mrs. Bernice Madden seemed to be in the grips of dementia, her mental state regressed to that of a child. Startled by Andrea, she looked both confused and uneasy, causing Lizetta to feel a pang of difort She took the elderly woman''s hand and said to Andrea, "I''m sorry, it was thoughtless of me to give her something to eat without considering."

    Andrea was about to retort when Jerome''s stern voice interrupted her. "Andrea, you should have kept a closer eye on grandma. Since she found her way back safely, let''s not dwell on it."

    With that, Andrea nodded, tossing a strawberry shortcake into the trash can before turning back. "Thank you for looking after my grandma," she said to Lizetta, then turned to Jerome, "We should go, grandpa is anxiously waiting."

    Jerome didn''t move but introduced Lizetta to Andrea, "Andrea, my sister, and Lizetta, a friend of mine. About three months ago, Liz saved you at a bar, remember?"

    Andrea''s eyes widened in surprise, and after a moment, she smiled gratefully at Lizetta, "So it was you who helped me that night when I was drugged. I was out of it and didn''t recognize you, thank you." That night, three months ago, Lizetta had unexpectedly saved a girl from a potentially dangerous situation at a bar, and after giving their statements at the police station, she had left. Lizetta had nearly forgotten the incident; the woman had worn heavy makeup and a body-hugging dress that evening. Now, Andrea stood before her, looking younger and more elegant than that night, causing Lizetta not to recognize her at first.

    She nodded with a smile, "It''s fate, Ms. Madden. You''re wee."

    Andrea continued, "I wanted to thank you in person, but after my grandparents and parents learned about the incident in Zion City, they immediately brought me back fo Tranquil Meadows. However did ask my brother to thank you for me."

    Looking up at Jerome, she asked, "Bro, did you properly thank Ms. Gardenia for me?"

    Before Jerome could respond, a familiar, deep voice cut in, "So, Mr. Madden, has your family been taking care of my wife all this time at Florence''s request?"

    Lizetta felt a shiver down her spine

    and turned to see Remington

    stepping closer, his presencemanding even amidst the crowded airport. His tailored dark grey suit highlighted hisposed and striking demeanor. Despite seeing him just a week ago, seemed different, almost

    wn o

    breathtakingly so. Avoiding his gaze, Lizetta thought bitterly how the familiarity seemed misced now. And there they were, days away from making their union official, and he was boldly referring to her as his wife.

    But Remington, unbothered by such thoughts, naturally wrapped an arm around Lizetta, drawing her close. His hand was warm against her through the fabric, his familiar scent enveloping her. Lizetta stiffened, ring up at him, but he only continued, not meeting her gaze but softly patting her side, "Ah, my daughter knows her daddy''s here, kicking me through her mom''s belly.

    She''s already so smart."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    The encounter, woven through with everyday mimunications and theplexities of rtionships, resonated with a touch of humor and the warmth of familial bonds, albeit in unexpected forms.

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    Liz was utterly bbergasted as she stared at Remington. What on earth was he rambling about? There was no way she hadn''t felt any movement if Daisy was indeed "quietly" nestled in her belly.

    Yet, there was Remington, speaking with utter seriousness, "Mr. Madden probably has no clue what it feels like to have a baby kick. I suggest Mr. Madden and Florence hurry up, tie the knot, and start a family. It''s quite the miracle, wouldn''t you say, Liz?"

    He lowered his gaze only to lift his eyebrows suggestively at Liz a momentter. His hand gently caressed her side, his touch whispering, "Let''s keep this our little secret."

    Liz had just made a fool of herself in front of Jerome, which was embarrassing enough. Now with Remington also stirring the pot, she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment, unable to face Jerome. She shot Remington a fierce re, at a loss for words. Just then, a group hastened their steps towards them. Leading them was an elderly gentleman, his hair silver but his spirit vibrant. His face etched with worry.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden''s face lit up at the sight of him, waving excitedly. "Archie,e see who I found!¡±

    Nelson moved closer, taking his wife''s hand, his demeanor visibly softening. "Who is it? Surprise me," he yed along.

    The elderlydy had wandered off, and it was clear that Nelson was the most concerned, yet he didn''t utter a single word of me. His every emotion seemed to vanish in her presence, his tenderness like that of soothing a child.

    In contrast to Andrea''s earlier demeanor, Nelson''s affection and silent warmth towards his wife were touching. And Mrs. Bernice Madden, though her mind was not as sharp, clearly relied heavily on Nelson.

    Liz suddenly envied such a bond -

    to grow old together, through thick and thin. A smile unwittingly spread across her face, and seizing the moment, she stepped away from Remington. It''s true what they say - some people really set the bar high!

    Left with an empty side, Remington felt a pang of loneliness, wanting to close the distance between him and Liz. But Mrs. Bernice Madden, pulling Nelson along, reached Liz first.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden said with a mix of pride and confusion, "Archie, look, I found our Elsa! And look, our granddaughter Andrea is in her belly."

    "Archie, if Andrea is in Elsa''s belly, then who is this Andrea?" she asked, pointing at the young woman next to her, clearly befuddled.

    Andrea shook her head in resignation, "Grandma, it''s me, Andrea. I''m all grown up now. So, how could she possibly be my mom? You''ve got the wrong person, grandma."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden frowned, her expression turning to one of anxious confusion, clutching Nelson''s hand tightly. Nelson, whileforting her, couldn''t help but fixate on Liz, momentarily startled.

    Liz, in her simple pinkce top and casual, belly-supporting pzzo pants, draped in a cream cardigan, her hair loosely tied up with a wooden pin, looked effortlessly

    graceful and serene. There was

    something about her - a

    Elsa in her gentle demeanor, yet upon closer inspection, not quite the same. But even Nelson had to admit, the young woman before him was indeed more striking.

    resemnce to hist

    "My dear, were you the one who looked after my wife? Would you join us for a meal as a token of our gratitude?" Nelson asked, smiling warmly.

    Before Liz could respond, Andrea

    stepped forward, taking his hand. "Grandpa, Miss Gardenia clearly has her own matters to attend to here at the airport, and that gentleman is her husband. You and grandma must be tired from the flight. Let''s find another time to thank Miss Gardenia properly."

    Nelson was about to respond when Mrs. Bernice Madden grew anxious, tugging at his hand.

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    "Ash, I''m not tired. I want to have dinner with Elsa!"

    Nelson caught the olddy''s pleading, panicked gaze, and any hesitation on his face vanishedpletely.

    He immediately turned to Lizetta and Remington, shing Remington a smile.

    "So, you''re Mrs. Dashiell? Mr. Dashiell, my wife seems to have taken quite a liking to your wife. Would you mind if we invited you both to join us for a casual dinner?"

    Both being figures in the business world, even though Nelson had stepped back from the forefront, leaving the Madden family business in the hands of Jerome and his son-inw, Conrad West, he was still acquainted with Remington, having met him a couple of times at business summits.

    Remington held a respectful admiration for a business predecessor like Mr. Madden and nced at Jerome and Andrea beside him before nodding with a smile.

    "Having Mr. Madden and the graciousdy visit Zion City, the honor of hosting falls to me. Moreover, Mr. Madden has previously done my wife a great service.

    I''ve tried to express my gratitude twice, only to be kindly refused by Mr. Madden. With Mr. Madden''s noble character, I hope he wouldn''t turn down our invitation today?" Remington''s gaze shifted to Jerome.

    Indeed, Remington had sent Cedric with generous gifts to Jerome''s doorstep, only to be turned away.

    Now, as the two men''s eyes met-one cool, the other clear-Jerome''s slight smile seemed to dissolve any underlying tension.

    "Perhaps this question should be directed to Liz first, seeing as my grandparents wish to invite her. And naturally, I have no objections."

    His words seemed to hint at Remington''s dominant nature,cking respect for Lizetta.

    Remington''s expression darkened slightly, changing the atmosphere around them.

    However, Jerome had already turned to Lizetta, his eyes twinkling, voice warm.

    "Dora''s flight will be arriving soon. Wouldn''t you be too tired to go out for dinner after picking her up? If it''s too much, we can always n for another day." All eyes turned to Lizetta.

    Jerome''s considerate demeanor made him appear more like Lizetta''s husband than anyone else.

    Cedric, standing behind Remington, dared not meet his boss''s gaze.

    The boss was indeed caught off guard this time.

    All the effort spent in the past weeks, trying to assert his dominance and battling jealousy, seemed futilepared to M Madden''s tactful and gentlemanly approach.

    Feeling unexpectedly pressured, Lizetta found Mrs. Bernice Madden''s anxiousness hard to ignore.

    "Elsa, let''s go for dinner. I''m hungry, and I''d love yourpany," she said, tugging at Lizetta''s sleeve.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Facing the olddy''s hopeful and hesitant gaze, Lizetta felt an inexplicable tenderness, unable to voice any refusal.

    Perhaps it was Mrs. Bernice

    Madden''s resemnce to Fiona

    Dashiell and Granny Rachel that made her feel a special connection, unwilling to let the olddy down.

    "Alright, I''ll pick up a friend first, and then I''ll join you for dinner, okay?"

    Mrs. Bernice Madden''s face lit up with joy, wrinkles and all. She then turned to Remington, finally voicing her confusion. "Elsa, who is he? I don''t recognize him."

    Lizetta, arm in arm with Mrs. Bernice Madden,ughed, "He''s not important. I don''t know him either."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden nced at Remington again, catching his sullen expression, and shook her head.

    "Elsa, he may be handsome, but he

    has a look of unkindness about him-so stern he might even be the type to mistreat his wife. I have a good eye for these things. We''re better off staying away from such men."

    Remington, "..."

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    Dora''s worst injury was a gunshot wound to the abdomen, but thankfully, Ray arrived in time, and it wasn''t life-threatening.

    After some time to recover, she was mostly fine. However, when Lizetta went to pick her up, Dora was still visibly exhausted and decided not to join Lizetta for dinner at a restaurant. After Dora left by cab, Lizetta and Remington got into their car.

    The backseat was spacious, yet Remington sat right next to Lizetta, close enough that Lizetta had to scoot towards the door.

    "Can''t you scoot over a bit?" Lizetta couldn''t hide her annoyance.

    Remington''s gaze was fixed on her, admiring her frosty expression, wishing he could use Timothy as an excuse to break the ice.

    All the talk about experiences and rxation didn''t seem to work at all.

    A week apart, and the only thing that changed was his growing longing for her.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    "I can''t, my legs are too long," Remington said, spreading his long legs even further, so his thigh pressed against Lizetta''s.

    With his height of over six feet three inches, he imed there was nofortable way for him to sit without taking up all the space.

    Lizetta gritted her teeth, turning to look at him with a half-smile.

    "I know you''re good at stretching your legs, no need to show off."

    Remington was baffled. "When did I ever...?"

    But he quietly drew his legs back, giving Lizetta a bit more room. Just when she thought she had some space, she was suddenly lifted by a strong force and found herself sitting on Remington''sp. Lizetta was furious. "What are you doing?"

    Remington''s face was cool as he raised an eyebrow. "You used me of stretching my legs too much, so now you''re pinning them down, making it impossible."

    Lizetta was speechless and attempted to struggle, but Remington wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice hoarse with suppressed emotion. "Have you missed me, even a little, during this time apart?"

    His breath tickled her ear, causing her heart to flutter uncontrobly.

    That day in Thaddeus''s hospital room, his words had left a mark on her.

    She often dreamt about their childhood memories, him trying to braid her hair, teaching her how to ride a bike...

    Upon waking, she found her thoughts uncontrobly drifting to him.

    Yet Lizetta wasn''t ready to admit it. She barely moved her lips to speak when Remington suddenly looked up, holding her gaze.

    "Never mind, don''t say it. You''re always so contradictory. I won''t believe it anyway. I''ll find out for myself."

    Before Lizetta could react, Remington''s hand was on her chin, and his lips were on hers.

    He kissed her deeply, urgently, until Lizetta bit him hard on the lip, tasting blood.

    Remington released her, wiping the blood from her lip without anger, surprisingly in a good mood.

    "Mrs. Bernice Madden was wrong. You''re not to keep your distance from me, especially now that it''s toote for that."

    Lizetta moved away from him, settling on the opposite side.

    "It''s not toote. We''re divorced, remember? And Mrs. Madden was right; she and her husband had a

    love that could make even the gods jealous!"

    Their kiss, brief as it was, didn''t cure the longing but Remington dared not push her further.

    He took a tissue, pressing it against

    his lip, and said, "Divorced or not you''re no longer the Dashiell family''s charity case. You''re just Lizetta, the woman I, Remington, intend to woo, totove, and to bring home.

    Lizetta clenched her fist, listening to his deep, serious words.

    Remington continued, "Divorce was an end. you, but for me, it''s a new beginning! The kind of love that could make the gods jealous? I''lI give you that."

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    He''d made it clear from the start-he wasn''t giving up!

    Lizetta nced out the window, staying silent. Yet, she couldn''t help but wonder: could a man like Remington actually pursue a woman? And what would that pursuit look like? Would he, like any other guy, write love letters, whisper sweet nothings, be at her beck and call, stay up all night watching Netflix and chatting, doing all sorts of mundane things together?

    By the time Remington and Lizetta arrived at the restaurant''s private dining room, the Maddens were alreadyfortably seated. Mrs. Bernice Madden had been eagerly awaiting their arrival, with Nelson having to constantly soothe her to prevent her from running out to the street in anticipation.

    The sight of Lizetta brought a childlike smile to the elderlydy''s face, radiating an innocence that was truly heartwarming. "Elsa, take a seat here!" Mrs. Bernice Madden stood up, pulling Lizetta to the empty chair next to her, eagerly sharing the delectable dishes she''d ordered.

    Naturally, Nelson sat on the other side of Mrs. Bernice Madden, with Jerome next to Lizetta, and Andrea beside Jerome. This arrangement left Remington no choice but to sit between Andrea and Nelson, clearly a move to separate him from Lizetta.

    Without taking his seat, Remington approached Jerome''s chair. "Mr. Madden, would you mind swapping ces? Liz isn''t feeling well, and I''d like to take care of her."This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Jerome, without even ncing up, leaned over to fill Lizetta''s ss with water, stating, "Taking care of her isn''t a hassle, just a simple gesture. No need for all the fuss of switching seats, Mr. Dashiell. Please, take a seat."

    Remington cast a nce at Lizetta, who seemed quite at ease, deeply engaged in conversation with Mrs. Bernice Madden, indifferent to who was seated beside her. Was she deliberately ignoring his gaze, perhaps to tease him? Nheless, she casually took a sip from the ss Jerome had just filled, her movements smooth.

    Well then!

    Remington took a step forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down between Andrea and Nelson, directly opposite Lizetta. Once seated, his cold gaze drifted towards Lizetta, making it impossible for her to pretend she hadn''t noticed.

    Feeling ufortable, Lizetta

    focused her attention elsewhere.

    However, Andrea suddenly let out a softugh, remarking, "Mr. Dashiel and Mrs. Dashiell must be very

    move, just like grandparents.

    In just this short time, Mr. Dashiell has turned into a love-struck statue."

    She raised her voice slightly, ensuring that everyone could hear her. Thement drew everyone''s attention to Remington, even Mrs. Bernice Madden paused her conversation to look over. Remington, however, remainedposed, his gaze fixed on Lizetta, now even more focused. As their eyes met, he smiled, "The love between Mr. Madden and Mrs. Bernice Madden is truly enviable. It would be an honor to follow Mr. Madden''s example."

    His words felt like a public deration of love. Lizetta''s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away.

    Andrea, with a suppressed smile, continued, "You see, brother? Mr. Dashiell and Mrs. Dashiell can''t take their eyes off each other, even across the table. If you don''t y cupid and let Mr. Dashiell switch seats, how are we supposed to enjoy our meal?"

    Her words were directed at Jerome,

    but her gaze lingered on Lizetta. There was a scrutinizing look in her eyes, puzzled over what charm Lizetta, visibly pregnant, possessed to have Remington, a prominent figure in Zion City, so captivated and even making the usually indifferent Jerome show such special

    attention.

    Even her grandmother seemed to have forgotten about her own granddaughter at the sight of this

    woman, Perhaps it was a she

    vibes, but despite Lizetta''s previous help, Andrea couldn''t help but feel a strong aversion towards her, sensing an underlying threat.

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    Liz turned to look at Andrea, trying to brush off the teasing tone in her voice as harmless. Yet, it left Liz feeling awkward, sensing an undertone of hostility.

    Biting her lip, Liz thought back to what Remington had mentioned about the rumors surrounding Tranquil Meadows. Jerome was supposedly Andrea''s foster brother of sorts. Was Andrea feeling jealous? Liz had been eagerly ushered to her seat by Mrs. Bernice Madden, the elderlydy brimming with warmth.

    Caught up in conversation with Mrs. Madden, Liz barely noticed her surroundings until she realized Remington had taken the seat across from her, his gaze pressing down on her. Recalling the unsolicited kiss in the car earlier, she felt less inclined to engage with him.

    Now, feeling uneasy and trapped in an awkward situation, Liz didn''t want to get caught in the middle of someone else''s emotions and suggested, "Maybe I should swap seats with Florence."

    It wouldn''t be right to ask Jerome to move.

    As she tried to stand, Mrs. Bernice Madden grabbed her right arm.

    "Where are you off to, dear?" she asked.

    Jerome also reached out, holding the back of Liz''s chair in ce.

    Unable to stand up and being pulled back down by Mrs. Madden, Liz found herself sitting again.

    Jerome nced at Andrea, "Andrea, grandma enjoys Liz''spany. Let''s just keep her happy. Besides..."

    He paused, directing his gaze towards Remington, "You might not be aware, but Liz and Mr. Dashiell are currently separated."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Andrea looked shocked, "Howe? Mrs. Dashiell looks ready to have the baby soon."

    Nelson was equally surprised, his brows furrowing as he turned to Remington, his expression slightly darkening.

    He had always admired Remington

    for his achievements and steady demeanor. But to hear of his wife, heavily pregnant and contemting separation, it suggested a grave misstep by the man involved!

    Nelson, a man who had dedicated his life to his family and spouse, had little tolerance for men who shirked their responsibilities.

    Mrs. Madden, still holding onto Liz, immediately red at Remington, "I knew it. Archie, he''s been bullying Elsa! Kick him out!" Trying to calm his wife, Nelson said, "Don''t rush. Let me have a word with him."

    He addressed Remington, "Mr. Dashiell, forgive my bluntness. Though it''s my first time meeting Liz, Jerome told me she saved

    Andrea and even helped my wise!

    today These acts alone show she''s a kind-hearted soul. You''re missing out on recognizing the good in front of you. Wait till she finds happiness elsewhere, and you''ll regret it!"

    Jerome''s words put Remington on the spot.

    Liz had only just met the Maddens, but their protection and concern warmed her heart, even if it was under the mistaken belief that she was someone else.

    Remington, usually aloof and ustomed tomand, was seldom on the receiving end of life advice. Liz worried his response might embarrass the elderly couple.

    To her surprise, Remington didn''t

    show any signs of irritation or

    coldness. Instead, he offered Nelson a respectful and courteous smile, adopting the posture of an eager learner. "Sir, you''re right. I''ve made mistakes that hurt my wife deeply, and Tregret them deeply now. Your enduring love story is the envy of Zion City, and I admire it. Please, allow me to toast to your wisdom. Could you share some advice with me?"

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    Remington raised his ss, a gesture met with a nod from Nelson, a man known for his love of good whiskey and his adventurous spirit from his younger days traveling across the country.

    "To your wisdom," Nelson toasted, clinking his ss with Remington''s. The gesture seemed to instantly bridge any gap between them, leading Nelson to share some pearls of wisdom about the art of marriage with Remington.

    Lizetta watched, dumbfounded. She had forgotten that Remington''s sess with Starlight Enterprises wasn''t due to ack of social skills but rather ack of necessity to forge such connections. Then, Remington caught her eye.

    "Our dear old friend is right. The essence of marriage lies inmunication. I''ve beencking in that department with Liz, but separation doesn''t mean our bond is broken. She''s still in my heart..." he confessed, his voice deep and unembarrassed by the public deration.

    Lizetta felt a mix of embarrassment and a stirring in her heart, wishing she could silence him even as his words touched her deeply.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s gaze then shifted to Jerome and Andrea. "Having this brief chat with you has been enlightening. With mentors like Mr. Madden and Florence setting an example, your rtionship must be solid. When''s the wedding? Liz and I would love to celebrate with you."

    Jerome met Remington''s cool gaze, a slight tension visible in his smile. "You''re mistaken, Mr. Dashiell. Florence is my sister, not my bride-to-be.

    But speaking of weddings, the news

    of your own was the talk of the town. I was halfway to sending my congrattions when I heard it was called off. A real shame, some

    regrets are hard to mend, don''t you

    think?" Content belong he

    The mention of his failed wedding was a sore point for Remington, a reminder of the pain and embarrassment he couldn''t erase for Lizetta, his greatest regret.

    Jerome''s words struck a nerve, and the usuallyposed Remington looked visibly shaken, his eyes flickering towards Lizetta for support she wasn''t ready to give. The wedding was a wound in Lizetta''s heart too, a barrier to the affection she felt teetering towards Remington despite his attempts to make amends.

    The tension at the table was

    palpable as Remington, gripping his ss a little too tightly, tried to steer the conversation back. "Mr. Madden is right, some regrets are

    irreceable. But it''s the future that matters more, teaching us to cherish what we have!"

    Lizetta, caught in her own turmoil, tightened her grip on the tablecloth at his words of cherishing the future.

    Suddenly, Andrea gasped, "Oh, Mr. Dashiell, you''re bleeding..."

    Lizetta''s eyes snapped up to see a trace of blood on Remington''s lip, a wound she had inadvertently caused earlier, now reopened by his fervent speech and the pressure of his ss against his lips.

    It was a telltale sign, understood by all who knew the intimate detail of their strife.

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    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson in an instant. Biting her lip, she pushed her chair back and stood up.

    "I need to use the restroom," she murmured, quickly making her way out.

    Remington lightly touched the corner of his mouth, noticing a faint trace of blood on his fingertip. Without offering an exnation, he shed a mysterious smile and stood up as well.

    "She''s not feeling well. I''ll go check on her. Enjoy your meal, everyone," he said, following her out.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    They left one after the other, and Andrea turned to Jerome with a knowing look.

    "Bro, you saw that, right? Even though they''re separated, the spark''s still there. Maybe you should stop ying the viin here. You''re standing up for Mrs. Dashiell, but for all you know, she might find you more annoying than helpful!"

    Jerome''s expression remained unchanged. He took a sip of his wine before responding.

    "She won''t think that."

    Lizetta wasn''t like that, and Remington should realize the whispers and rumors Lizetta had to endure because of him. If he couldn''t handle that much, he didn''t deserve to pursue her any further.

    Andrea huffed, "And how would you know? Since when did you get so close to her? I had no idea."

    Jerome poured Andrea a ss of freshly squeezed juice. "Just eat your food, will you?"

    Andrea pouted, "I''m only looking out for you because I care, okay? It''s not like anyone else will. Grandpa, look at him!"

    She appealed to Nelson, who chuckled and said, "Jerome, Liz is a fine woman, but it seems there''s still a chapter left in their love story."

    Andrea nodded vigorously. "See, even Grandpa agrees. Instead of pining for someone who''s taken, why not pay more attention to me? I''m pretty good-looking too, you know." Resting her chin on her hand, Andrea fixed her gaze on Jerome, batting her eyshes.

    Jerome, however, barely nced at her before sighing. "I''ve been looking at that face of yours since we were kids. No matter how much I see it, you''ll always be my little sister." Andrea felt slighted. "But I heard Mr. Dashiell and Mrs. Dashiell were like siblings before..."

    "It''s different, Andrea, cut it out!" Jerome interrupted firmly.

    Lizetta joined the Dashiell family at eight, and even if Remington treated her like a sister back then, he was well aware she wasn''t his real sister. But how could Andrea and he be same? He was adopted by the Maddens before Andrea was born, making her his sister in his heart from the moment she arrived. So, no matter how much Andrea confessed her feelings, he saw it as nothing but sibling antics. There was simply no chance between them.

    Andrea''s eyes welled up with tears as she clenched her fists. "It''s not different at all. You''re being unfair!"

    She stormed out, pushing her chair back aggressively.

    Jerome shook his head but didn''t follow.

    Nelson sighed as well, yet remained silent. Jerome wasn''t blood-rted to the Madden, family, so if there was a chance for him and Andrea, the elders would''ve been happy. After all, Jerome had been raised in their care, proving himself to be responsible and of good character. But Jerome clearly had no romantic interest in Andrea, and such feelings couldn''t be forced. Nelson wouldn''t use the favor of raising Jerome to guilt-trip him; doing so would only harm both of them.

    "Bernice, why isn''t Elsa back yet?" Nelson asked, concerned about Mrs. Bernice Madden, who seemed anxious without Lizetta''s return. He peeled a shrimp and ced it in her bow "Eat up. If Elsa isn''t back soon, I''ll go out and look for her with you."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden hurriedly started eating, while Nelson turned to Jerome.

    "Jerome, tell me more about Liz. She seems to have taken a liking to our family."

    Jerome shared what he knew about Lizetta''s background with Nelson, which wasn''tprehensive since he hadn''t investigated her life in detail. Nelson listened with a mix of sorrow andpassion. "She''s had a tough life. Try to look out for her a bit."

    It seemed he had taken a liking to her and didn''t want to see her struggle if he could offer any protection.

    Remington followed Lizetta out, waiting by the restroom for a while, but she never emerged. Nelson, growing concerned about their prolonged absence, sent Jerome to find them.

    Jerome found Lizetta standing under a tree, gazing up at a pair of birds nestled among the branches.

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    "My mom was the assistant and close friend of thete Ms. Madden, Elsa. During a construction site inspection, an ident happened, and my mom died protecting Florence."

    Suddenly, a voice came from beside her, causing Lizetta to turn her head in slight surprise, looking at Jerome.

    He was looking down at her, making Lizetta realize that he was exining his connection to the Madden family.

    "So that''s the story. You must have been quite young back then?"

    "Yeah, I grew up in a single-parent home and was barely five when Florence took me to the Madden family. To prevent me from being looked down upon, she gave me the Madden surname, calling her aunt. Aunt Florence was pregnant with Nia at the time but treated me no different than her own. When she passed away, Mr. and Mrs. Madden treated me like their own grandchild, and I''ve always seen Nia as nothing but my sister..."

    By the end of his exnation, Lizetta understood he wasn''t just exining his background but also rifying his rtionship with Andrea.

    I see.

    Lizetta thought it over; if Jerome was truly raised by the Madden family to be a groomed husband, why would they change his surname to Madden? Treating him as one of their own was the only reason for the surname change. If it were for a son-inw, there wouldn''t have been a name change. But Jerome didn''t need to exin all this to her.

    Lizetta''s gaze shifted, her eyshes fluttering rapidly, "Actually, I..."

    Before she could finish, Jerome chuckled.

    "So, you still love him, forgiving him is just a matter of time. You''re trying to let me down gently again, aren''t you?"

    Lizetta was taken aback, not expecting his straightforwardness, feeling both embarrassed and exposed.

    Finding herself at a loss for words, she finally managed to say after a moment, "Is it that obvious?"

    Jerome raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly exasperated, "Because you really never give anyone a glimmer of hope." Lizetta, "..."

    His somewhat using tone made Lizetta feel shy, unsure of how to respond.

    However, Jerome''s gaze shifted to one of friendly teasing, making the atmosphere rx.

    During this time, Lizetta was also struggling, unable to share her turmoil with anyone, not even Ynda.

    Ynda had been severely injured at the wedding because of her; what right did she have to forgive Remington and go back to him?This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    But the heart is not always under our control...

    "Would it be pathetic to forgive him, would people look down on me?" Lizettaughed self-deprecatingly.

    After a moment of reflection, Jerome shook his head with a smile.

    "Forgiveness requires more courage than leaving. Why would anyone look down on you? Matters of the heart are personal; there''s no question of being pathetic or not. If you forgive him, it only shows that the warmth and touch he gave you are enough to offset the pain he caused."

    Lizetta wasn''t sure if that was the case, but shes of Luminesia opening the window to see a

    snowman, of Remington appearing in the snowyndscape, his care for her brother, his goofy smile during Daisy''s sonogram, and his protective stance when Hans showed up...

    And his words, that they were each other''s salvation, if there were a first love, no one could precede her...

    She had given up on expecting anything from love.

    But somehow, she began to look forward to his promise of a new start. Could a new beginning lead to a different ending? "Thank you, Jerome, you..."

    Lizetta looked up at Jerome, her eyes clearing a bit, less troubled.

    But before she could finish, Jerome raised his hand to stop her.

    "Let me guess, time to hand me the constion prize of a good friend card? Skip it, I don''t take kindly to insincere praise. How about you agree to a real request instead?"

    "What?" Lizetta was amused by his response and tone.

    Jerome''s smile softened, his voice smooth. "If he hurts you again, give me a chance, okay?"

    Lizetta froze, and Jerome clicked his tongue.

    "Is itck of confidence in him, or... am I just that unlikable?"

    With the conversation reaching this point, Lizetta couldn''t help butugh. "Okay," she agreed with a smile.

    "Okay, what? What did you just agree to!"

    Just as Lizetta''s words fell, a familiar, deep voice came from not far away - Remington''s.

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    Liz turned her head and saw Remington striding down the corridor with a purposeful gait. His gaze was sharp and unyielding, disying a readiness and a certain grimness that couldn''t be masked. Liz felt inexplicably guilty, but she was more worried about what Remington might do to Jerome. She quickly walked up to him and grabbed his arm.

    "Nothing''s wrong, I''ve been out here for a while. Let''s head back, shall we?"

    Remington''s gazended on the small hand that grabbed his arm, showing a hint of surprise and pleasure. Her hand was beautiful, contrasting starkly against the dark fabric of his suit, the grip firm enough to turn her nails a cute shade of pink from the pressure. But more importantly, she was pulling him closer, not pushing him away. It felt as if all the dissatisfaction, suspicion, and anger in his heart dissolved in that simple gesture. Remington had never known he could be so affected by a woman, but he didn''t mind this feeling. He took Liz''s hand in his, generously turning back to Jerome and saying, "Mr. Madden, please join us."

    When they returned to the private dining room, Andrea was already there, sitting in Liz''s previous spot, chatting with Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden. Remington, seemingly obsessed with seating arrangements, quickly led Liz to sit in his recent spot next to Nelson. He took the seat beside Liz, immediately asking the waiter to change the cutlery. By the time Jerome arrived, trailing a bit behind, the seating was all arranged. Liz was too amused by Remington''s childish antics even to notice Jerome''s reaction. It wasn''t until Nelson and the eager Mrs. Bernice Madden switched seats again, staring at Liz, that she felt utterly embarrassed.

    Finally, after dinner, as they were leaving the room, Nelson''s assistant handed him a bag. Nelson passed it to Remington, saying, "Seeing as you''ve shown some promise, here''s a wee gift. Study it well." Remington epted it, finding a few books inside. He raised an eyebrow in thanks. "Much appreciated, sir. I''ll take a good look."

    Nelson then turned to Liz with a warm smile. "Liz, both Grandpa Nelson and Grandma Bernice are very fond of you. To Grandma Bernice, you''re like her own child. That''s a special connection. We''ll be staying in Zion City for a while longer. Make sure to visit us often. And if you ever feel wronged, don''t hesitate to let us know. Grandpa Nelson and Grandma Bernice are always here for you."

    After seeing the elderly couple to their car, with Grandma Bernice holding onto her hand and nearly in tears, Liz promised to stay in touch through WhatsApp and video calls whenever Grandma Bernice missed her. Only then did Grandma Bernice, somewhat consoled, get into the car and leave.

    On the drive home, Liz''s curiosity got the better of her. "What did Grandpa Nelson give you?"

    Remington fetched the bag from the side, pulling out three books. Liz was stunned, then burst outughing.

    How to Be a Virtuous Man

    The ssic of Male Virtues

    Introductory Exam on Male Virtues: Three Volumes

    "What in the world are these? There are actually books like this?" sheughed. Remington''s gaze lifted from the books to the smiling woman beside him. His eyes shimmered, "Maybe Nelson published them himself?" This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    vel

    Liz chuckled, "Let me see. Grandpa Nelson is too funny..." She reached for the books, but Remington didn''t let go. His grip tightened slightly, causing Liz to lean forward

    eln¨¦

    uncontrobly and fall right into his arms. She looked up from his chest, a Bit dazed.

    But she was met with Remington''s intense gaze, deep and endless, reflecting her small face in his dark pupils. The air grew thin, and Liz froze.Remington''s voice was husky, "Liz, it''s been so long since you''ve smiled at me like that."

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    A carefree and light-heartedugh.

    The sound of herughter made his heart swell and ache with a bittersweet longing. It was like a weary traveler on the brink of dehydration in a desert, finally spotting an oasis.

    "Take it easy," Remington whispered softly, leaning in closer, driven by his emotions and longing to kiss her lips, to capture that fleeting smile.

    But just as he was about to close the gap, Lizetta sharply raised her hand.

    Remington''s intended kissnded on the tips of Lizetta''s fingers instead, sending a thrilling shiver through him from the point of contact.

    Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand and pushed Remington away, stepping back as she did.

    "You''re pushing your luck again!" she eximed, turning her gaze to the car window, effectively ignoring him.

    He talked about starting over, yet he was eager to put a full stop on a page that wasn''t even fully drafted. She thought to herself, life isn''t that simple!

    Seeing her ears turn slightly red, Remington couldn''t help but smirk.

    He tapped on the three books he was holding and said with augh, "Alright, I''ll hit the books first. Once I ace this ''Gentleman 101'' test you''ve got for me, then we''ll see about moving to the next step." Lizetta couldn''t help but smile at his words, but her thoughts quickly shifted to Ynda, causing her smile to fade.

    If Ynda were firmly against this, she wouldn''t hurt her for Remington''s sake.

    The mess Remington made was his to clean up.

    However, when Lizetta returned to Pine Vi and waited until evening, not only did Ynda not show up, but she also received news that the girl had flown to Windale for an audition.

    Ynda was auditioning for a leading role in a big production and was taking it very seriously, nning to stay there for three to five days to prepare.

    Worried her issues might affect Ynda''s mood, Lizetta chose to remain silent over the phone.

    She figured she''d wait for Yoli to return from Windale, by which time she and Remington would have finalized their divorce.

    But sometimes, fate has its own ns, and the words left unsaid might as well have been unnecessary, perhaps even deemed futile by fate itself. Three dayster.

    Remington finished a meeting and left his office by 8 PM.

    Cedric, trailing behind his boss, was going over the schedule for the next day.

    Noticing Remington wasn''t heading towards the elevator but instead towards his private office, Cedric felt a surge of dread.

    Looks like it was going to be anotherte night at the office!

    Lately, Remington had been setting a relentless pace, first with his work ethic and now with overtime.

    Fortunately, he didn''t expect the same from his staff.

    But as his assistant, Cedric felt the pressure; he''d been googling hair loss prevention tips due to stress.

    Following Remington to the office door, Remington stopped and turned to him.

    "Go home," he said.

    "Should I stay a bit longer, maybe help out?" Cedric offered.

    Remington gave him a strange look, "I''m stayingte because I''m about to take some leave for the divorce

    ternity leave. You''re single,

    what are you trying to get mixed up in?"

    Cedric was speechless.

    Divorce leave? That was a new one.

    And paternity leave, wasn''t that usually for women?

    Clearly, this involved his wife, so Cedric didn''t dare to ask further. He just cracked a smile and made a quick exit.

    Remington entered his office and went through a couple of documents when his phone rang.

    Around this time, Bess would call to update him on Lizetta''s day. He answered, expecting to hear about Lizetta''s wellbeing.

    "How''s her foot? Any better?" he asked. The day before, Bess mentioned Lizetta was experiencing some swelling.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Remington had checked with a

    doctor, who suggested it might just

    be

    aboutal and nothing to worry

    but it was still on his mind.

    However, the voice that came through wasn''t Bess but Ste''s, tinged with urgency.

    "Remington, it''s me! Lanson just

    called. Evelina just fell, her wat

    broke, she''s going intobor! What do we do? Can youe with me, please? I''m freaking out here..."

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    Remington''s brow furrowed slightly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

    "Remington? Are you listening?"

    Ste received no response, her anxiety growing alongside the sound of something crashing to the ground.

    Remington asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Did you fall? Has the doctor arrived yet?"

    "The doctor should be on his way, I guess."

    "There''s a doctoring... they''ll take care of it..."

    As Remington flipped through the documents and signed his name, Ste interrupted him, her voice breaking into sobs.

    "Remington, my dad''s been really sicktely. He just fell asleep after his IV, which has some sleeping meds in it. He''s out cold now. I wouldn''t bother you if it wasn''t serious..." Remington tapped his pen on the desk, his voice cold.

    "Ste, after what Evelina did, ruining my wedding, she should''ve been beyond redemption. It was only after you and Luna begged me that I agreed to spare that child.

    I''ve done more than enough for the West family, even at the expense of Liz''s feelings. How did your mother repay me?"

    He had spared the West family''s child, yet Luna went out of her way to seek retribution, endangering his wife and child. Remington''s voice was cold and filled with loathing.

    Ste seemed frightened by his icy tone, letting out a loud crash.

    "Ah!"

    "Miss, are you alright? You still have a fever..."

    A servant''s cry of rm followed, and then the phone was picked up again, Ste''s pleading voiceing through clearly. "But my mom paid with her life, Remington. Evelina is the only blood left of my brother in this world!

    You were thest person my brother saw before he died, searching for me. If it weren''t for your call, he wouldn''t have died!

    We both caused his death, and now that his child ising into this world, you must share this burden of redemption with me!" Ste''s voice was stubborn and impassioned through the phone.

    Suddenly, Remington clenched his phone tighter, haunted by the unwilling eyes of Quentin at his death.

    Those were eyes full of longing for life; Quentin was under thirty, his whole life ahead of him.

    Remington had once promised to take care of his orphan.

    "I''m really scared, what if the baby doesn''t make it? The baby is underdeveloped and premature..."

    Ste''s frantic voice continued, but Remington closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his voice was dry and strained.

    "Ste, once the baby is born, make ns to go abroad as soon as you can."

    Ste''s rmed voice stopped abruptly.

    She had agreed to go abroad before, but had been hospitalized for burns these past few days.

    It was probably because she got

    burned trying to save Lizetta, and Remington had visited her twice, seeing her feverish condition, he hadn''t pushed for her to travel abroad earlier.

    Ste had secretly hoped her scheme worked, believing Remington no longer intended to force her abroad.

    But who knew...

    Ste bit her lip hard, swallowing back a sob before responding.

    "Okay, once the baby is safely born, it''ll fort to my dad, too. With

    the

    om

    We one to keep himpany,

    I''ll be more at peace going abroad."

    Remington exhaled in relief, finally standing up from his chair.

    "You should head straight to Lanson."This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    The man grabbed his coat and headed out.

    As he reached the parking lot, a call from Bess came in. Remington immediately answered, inquiring about Lizetta''s condition.

    "Mrs. Madden''s swelling in her feet

    jet

    has gone down quite a bit. She even visited Mrs. Bernice Madden this afternoon and met up with Fiona, They spent a good while walking around the park with the two olderdies. She might be a bit tired; she fell asleep while watching TV in the living room just now. Should I wake her?"

    Bess''s voice was low, cautious not to disturb Lizetta.

    Remington instinctively lowered his voice as well, "No, let her sleep there. Just cover her with a nket."

    "It''s covered."

    "Put a cushion by the sofa, don''t let her roll off."

    Remington reminded her, and Bess hurriedly responded, "I forgot about that. I''ll take care of it right away."

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    A rustling sound emerged from the other end, and Remington instructed Bess.

    "Let''s do a video call."

    He hung up and directly tapped into WhatsApp to start a video call with Bess.

    Bess immediately epted, clearly no stranger to this routine. She expertly positioned the camera to frame the sleeping figure on the couch before setting the phone down and busying herself with other tasks. Remington, driving, sparingly nced at the screen.

    On the screen, a womany in a loose, white maxi dress, her long hair partially covering her face and her hands gently cradling her noticeably rounded belly. She looked utterly serene.

    As the car ascended the highway and left the city behind, Remington elerated and eventually ended the video call.

    Evelina was kept in a vi halfway up in Lanson, not far from Zion City.

    Besides the two servants the West family had dispatched to attend to Evelina''s daily needs, Remington had also ced three bodyguards on strict watch over her.

    Evelina was not allowed a step outside the vi, bereft of freedom and entertainment, with every meal and its portion strictly regted-all for the child she was carrying.

    During this time, she lived like a walking womb, existing solely to nurture the child, stripped of all her rights.

    Remington''s car rolled into the vi''s driveway, where Ste was already waiting, pale-faced and anxious as she ran out of the vi.

    "The doctor said Evelina had a nasty fall, hitting her back. It''s caused a spinal injury, and the baby is in a dangerous position now..." Remington nced at Ste, passing her by.

    The bodyguard previously assigned to watch Ste approached, reporting the situation.

    "How did she fall?"

    Evelina was just over eight months pregnant, not yet due. The sudden incident had disrupted all nned medical arrangements.

    The bodyguard appeared uneasy, "She fell in the bathroom. We checked, and there was nothing unusual, so it must have been an ident. I''m sorry, Mr. Dashiell, we failed to protect her adequately." Remington nodded slightly but said nothing further.

    As he ascended the stairs, a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, apanied by Evelina''s agonizing screams, causing him to frown slightly.

    Just then, the doctor came out of the room, his expression grave as he spoke to Remington.

    "Mr. Dashiell, we can''t seem to correct the fetus''s position for a natural delivery..."

    "Then perform a cesarean. What, do you need me to y doctor for you?"

    Remington exuded an aura of impatience and cold authority.

    The doctor, unsure of the patient''s rtionship with Remington, didn''t dare make any assumptions.

    Sweating, he replied, "But her

    physical condition is weak, her clotting is poor, and there''sThis text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    insufficient amniotic fluid. Taking her to the hospital for a C-section is highly risky. If something were to happen..."

    Upon hearing this, Ste immediately clutched Remington''s arm.

    "Remington, we can''t lose the baby! This might be the only heir to the West family."

    Remington''s cold gaze swept over her, his eyes reflecting the hallway''s harsh fluorescent light, seemingly coated in ayer of ice.

    Ste instinctively withdrew her hand, her eyes reddening.

    Remington turned to the doctor, his

    gaze steady, "You''re the doctor!

    your job. Even if the oue

    Dei

    less

    than ideal, no one will me you."

    Relieved, the doctor nodded briskly and hurried back inside to make arrangements.

    Suddenly, lightning shed and thunder rumbled outside, casting sinister shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

    Remington''s heart inexplicably skipped a beat with the thunder, momentarily unsettled.

    His phone rang abruptly, and he took it out.

    Seeing it was a call from Ray, he quickly answered and walked toward the end of the hallway. "Talk to me."

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, we''ve got a

    problem. We caught someone in Oakmont fishing vige, but this Hans is an impostor. The reat Hans might still be in Zion City, he hasn''t left."

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    Remington''s fingers clenched around his phone with such force that his knuckles stood out starkly in the night.

    A chill crept up his spine, that unsettling feeling sweeping over him once again.

    "Get it sorted!" hemanded, his voice a deep growl. He didn''t wait for Ray''s response before hanging up and immediately dialing Lizetta''s number. During those few seconds waiting for the ringtone, even his breaths became short and rapid.

    His mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. He had assumed Hans had spotted a tail and bolted out of fear.

    But now, the idea that Hans''s flight from Zion City was just a decoy, and that he might still be lurking there, raised the question: what was he nning?

    The image of Hans confronting Lizetta shed before Remington''s eyes, her face pale with shock.

    He couldn''t bear to think what might happen if Hans was still around, biding his time...

    His palm, gripping the phone, grew mmy.

    But the phone kept ringing with no answer.

    Remington''s brow furrowed deeply, then dialed Bess''s number.

    Meanwhile, Evelina was being carried out, her screams piercing the air as she was loaded into a vehicle.

    Ste approached rapidly, urging, "Remington, let''s go. We need to head to the hospital..."

    She reached out to pat his shoulder, but he turned abruptly.

    A bolt of lightning lit up the night sky, revealing his stern features.

    His skin was pale as frost, but his eyes were a frightening red, like a predator in the night.

    Ste staggered back two steps, "Remington..."

    But he moved past her like a gust of wind, his silhouette cold and hurried, his steps betraying his urgency.

    Bess didn''t answer her phone either, an unmistakable sign of trouble.

    Remington''s instincts screamed that something was wrong at Lizetta''s end!

    "Remington! Wait for me..." Ste''s voice trailed off as she ran after him out of the mansion.

    The storm outside was fierce, with rain pouring down in torrents.

    The bodyguard tried to offer Remington an umbre, but before it could be opened, he had already dashed into the rainfall, heading straight for the parked Bentley. The chaos in the courtyard, illuminated by the shing lights of the ambnce, added to the turmoil.

    Evelina''s cries echoed from the stretcher as the medical team tried to soothe her.

    Ste, seizing the umbre from the bodyguard, chased after Remington through the storm.

    "Remington, what are you doing? Where are you going? You''ll get sick running out in the rain like this!"

    Her words were torn apart by the wind and rain.

    But to Remington, all of it seemed unreal, a distant concern.

    He had only one thought: he needed to get back to Zion City, to see Lizetta.

    He prayed silently that the two bodyguards left with her would keep her safe, that nothing was wrong.

    Perhaps he was overthinking it. Liz always slept through her phone ringing Maybe she was just ignoring his calls on a whim, teasing him by making him worry.

    And Bess, probably taking

    advantage of Liz''s sleep to catchet

    some extra shut-eye herself. Suchziness, he thought, deserved a reprimand...

    With these thoughts, he opened the car door, and as if in answer to his prayers, his phone finally rang. "Lovely Wife!"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    A ray of hope lit up Remington''s dim eyes as he stood in the cold rain, a smile breaking through his anxiety.

    He answered eagerly, "Liz..."

    But before he could finish, his smile froze, reced by a cold, sinister dread.

    Because it wasn''t Lizetta''s voice on the other end of the line.

    It was Hans''s venomous tone.

    Lizetta was in trouble!

    Half an hour earlier.

    Lizetta was jolted awake from her sleep by the persistent ringing of her phone.

    Groggily, she reached for it, answering without a nce.

    "Emergency, Mr. Gardenia''s vitals

    have suddenly plummeted. He''s tel d to surgery. You

    been<pe now!"

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    Lizetta''s phone erupted with the voice of Thaddeus''s caretaker, Zora, snapping her awake from the couch with a jolt. Panic-stricken, she called out for Bess, not bothering to change as she hurried outside. Bess quickly grabbed a thick coat and rushed out of her room to follow, both darting out the front door and into the elevator.

    Lizetta tried to ask Zora for more details, but the call was filled with the chaotic sounds of nurses urging family members to hurry, before abruptly cutting off. Thaddeus had been on the mendtely; how could this be happening?

    Bursting out of the elevator, Lizetta quickly found the number for Dr. Alman, Thaddeus''s primary physician, but there was no answer. At that moment, the hospital called to inform her that Thaddeus was in critical condition.

    Without a doubt left, Lizetta, disregarding the storm, dashed out of the building. Security guard Dean drove up, with Zora helping an anxious Lizetta into the car, where another guard, Ansel, sat in the passenger seat. They sped away from Pine Vi towards the hospital.

    The weather had taken a turn for the worse; it was a quiet night with few cars on the road, allowing them to make quick progress. Sitting in the back seat, Lizetta was beside herself with worry, Bess holding her hand, trying to offerfort.

    "Ms. Gardenia, try not to panic. If Dr. Alman''s not answering his phone, he''s probably already at the hospital working on Mr. Gardenia. Everything''s going to be okay, just don''t stress too much..."

    It was then that Ansel, who had been on the phone in the passenger seat, spoke up. "Something''s not right, I can''t get through to Mr. Dashiell''s phone..." Initially thinking it was just the bad weather affecting the signal, Ansel''s failed attempts to connect made him realize something was amiss.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Hearing this, Dean instinctively slowed down, but it was already toote. As they approached an intersection, a ring headlight suddenly shed at them. Then, out of nowhere, a truck barreled towards Lizetta''s car from another road.

    All Lizetta saw was a blinding light before her. "Watch out!" "Protect thedy!" Shouts filled the car, but Lizetta couldn''t make out who was yelling. In a split second, the truck collided with them. With a loud bang

    In that critical moment, Dean

    managed to swerve, causing the

    truck to miss hitting Lizetta''s side of the car and instead scrape past the passenger side, sliding far off in the rain before crashing into a barrier. Lizetta was thrown against the door frame, with Bess tightly embracing her to cushion the impact.

    Lizetta, dizzy and disoriented, cried out, "Bess!" Bess''s head mmed against the window, and as Lizetta, fought the nausea and dizziness,

    she felt sticky blood dripping

    her face. The truck, however, didn''t stop. Its ring lights shifted direction, piercing into the car again, illuminating the crimson Blood on Lizetta''s hand.

    It was clear this was no ident; they were targeted! The passenger side took the brunt of the impact, and Ansel''s phone flew out of his hand, his head lolling lifelessly on the seat.Dean, regaining his senses, shook his head vigorously and reversed quickly while drawing his gun and firing at the truck''s driver''s seat. The sound of tires screeching was deafening as bullets pierced through the truck''s windshield, shattering the ss to reveal a

    familiar, menacing face. Blood

    streamed down his face from a near

    miss.

    It was Hans! Lizetta''s pupils dted in shock. Before Dean could fire again, the truck surged forward in a crazed assault. Bang! A whirlwind of chaos followed, then an eerie silence filled the car. "Bess... Dean!" Leaning against the window, with sticky, crimson blood trailing down her forehead, Lizetta called out, hoping for a response. What happened to them? Why was there no sound at all? This couldn''t be happening! She couldn''t bear the cost of surviving this!

    Tears streamed down Lizetta''s face as she tried to do something, but searing pain in her abdomen followed by the warm, thick flow of liquid signaled that Daisy was in trouble.

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    Daisy''s movements inside her belly suddenly became intense, as if she was fighting for her very life.

    Lizetta pressed hard against her abdomen, "Daisy, mommy''s here. You have to be strong. We have to get through this together, it''s going to be okay..." With all her might, she pushed the car door open.

    Stumbling out of the car, the rain hit her skin, chilling her to the bone.

    But the sound of footstepsing from behind was even more terrifying. Lizetta turned around in horror and saw Hans.

    He hade down from the truck, following her.

    Just then, her phone in her pocket started ringing.

    With her belly contracting intensely and in tremendous pain, Lizetta panicked and ran forward, her fingers trembling as she reached for her phone.

    Unfortunately, by the time she took out her phone, she was already out of strength.

    Her steps were heavy, her fingers shook, and she couldn''t swipe to answer the call, tumbling and falling into the muddy ground.

    Her phone flew out of her hand.

    Looking back, with the rain washing away her tears, Hans was getting closer.

    She pushed her heavy, painful body forward, crawling inch by inch, reaching out for her phone.

    Below her, blood mixed with rainwater, trailing behind her.

    The deep red was diluted by the rain into a pale red, as a pair of dirt-covered boots stepped closer.

    Lizetta managed to grab her phone, her nearly transparent fingers trembling as she pressed the side button with all her might.

    Her emergency contact, Remington.

    In her mind, she silently spoke to Daisy, "Don''t be afraid, baby, daddy wille to save us..."

    The moment the call connected, tears surged in Lizetta''s eyes, but before she could utter a sound, her phone was mercilessly snatched away.

    Hans, squatting beside her, cruelly enjoyed the sight of her despair and pleading, swiping to put the call on speaker.

    "Remington, if you want your wife and kid alive, be ready with five billion and wait for my call!"

    Before waiting for a response, Hans abruptly hung up the call and forcefully threw the phone away.

    Hans grabbed Lizetta by the hair, lifting her head.

    Rain poured down on her pale face, and Hans delivered a p across it.

    "Bitch! You''ve ruined my life! You heard that, right? Damn, Remington is still with another woman right now! You better pray he still cares ! about you and the brat in your belly, or you''re both going down with me!"

    Lizetta felt dizzy, her mouth filled with the taste of blood.

    She was dragged up by Hans towards the truck.

    Her eyes widened, looking up at the dark sky, her eyes stinging, her body in agony.

    Soaked through, with blood and rain, yet like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.

    Yes, she had heard it too.

    When the phone connected, she heard the sound of an ambnce, and Evelina''s screams.

    There were even doctors loudly reassuring her.

    "Stay calm, take deep breaths, trust us, you and your baby will be safe!"

    But what about her and Daisy?

    "Help... help me..."

    Lizetta opened her mouth, using all her strength to scream.

    But somehow, her voice was so quiet it was easily drowned out by the rain, even Hans ignored it.

    Hans threw her in the back of the truck, intending to return to the driver''s seat.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    But Lizetta, with all her remaining strength, clutched at his clothes, her eyes bloodshot as she wailed.

    "Hans, take me... to the hospital! The baby''sing, if I... die, you''ll get nothing!"

    Hans forcefully shook off Lizetta, and as she fell back into the cargo area, he sneered viciously.

    "Give birth, then! Did I say you

    couldn''t? What, after being the Dashiell''s darling daughter and living in luxury for so long, you think you''re too good for this? Women give birth all the time, just do it! Once the baby''s here, I''ll double the ransom!"

    With a bang, the door shut.

    Hans spat on the ground before pulling open the driver''s side door.

    Though this road was less traveled and temporarily deserted due to the weather, he knew Remington would surely call the police and send people after them.

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    Hans had everything nned out and knew he needed to make a quick getaway.

    But just then, a piercing set of headlights caught his eye.

    Instinctively turning around, Hans saw a silver sedan speeding toward him.

    Bam!

    The dull impact hit before Hans could even register what was happening, sending him flying.

    He tumbled across the damp pavement, eventuallying to a halt in a pool of blood.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    The sedan, having grazed a truck, sparked a trail of fire before screeching to a halt.

    The car door swung open, and out stepped a tall, imposing figure.

    The man, with a stern expression, hurried over to the truck, yanking open the door to reveal the scene inside. His face twisted in shock. Lizettay beneath him, her white dress stained with blood, her hair a tangled mess, barely clinging to life.

    Yet, she was conscious, desperately reaching out her hand, trying to knock on the door for help.

    The man leaped into the truck, quickly shedding his suit jacket to wrap around the curled-up woman, carefully lifting Lizetta from the truck. "Lizetta! Hold on!"

    His voice was deep andmanding, Lizetta gripping his shirt as she was cradled in his arms.

    "Daisyy... save the baby...".

    "Alright, I''m getting you to the hospital right now. You and the baby are going to be okay!"

    He reassured her, jumping down from the truck with her in his arms.

    The faint, sporadic lights illuminated his face, revealing a tightly clenched jaw and a simrly sharp gaze.

    It was Jerome.

    He hurried to the sedan, where the back door was already open. Nelson and Grandma Bernice were seated inside, clearly anxious and ready to spring into action. "What happened,e on, be quick!"

    Seeing Lizetta being carried over, Nelson''s face fell, and he leaned in to transfer her into the back seat from Jerome''s arms.

    Jerome quickly turned the car around, speeding towards the hospital.

    "Jerome, Lizetta''s covered in blood! She''s going intobor, what do we do? She''s lost so much blood; she''s so cold..."

    Lizettay in the backseat, her head on Nelson''sp.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, frail and trembling, knelt beside her, clutching Lizetta''s hand and wiping the blood from her legs with her other hand.

    Nelson was haunted by a memory from twenty-two years ago, a look of deep reminiscence and pain in his eyes.

    Their daughter Elsa had a difficult delivery back then. Though they managed to safely deliver Andrea, Elsa nearly died from blood loss.

    She survived, but her health was ruined, and she passed away not many yearster.

    Knowing Mrs. Bernice Madden was

    recalling those painful times, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "Jero faster! Your grandma and I can handle it!"

    Jerome was indeed cautious,

    worried about the elderly couple''s et

    well-being after the incident with Hans Hearing this, he pushed the car to its limit.

    "Hang in there, kid. Don''t you dare fall asleep on us."

    Nelsonforted Lizetta, while Mrs. Bernice Madden covered her with a nket, rubbing her cold feet.

    Lizetta was still conscious, fighting to stay alert, "The car..."

    "Don''t worry, we''ve called the police and an ambnce. We''ll be at the hospital soon."

    Nelson understood Lizetta''s concerns, his eyes filled withpassion.

    Biting back the pain, Lizetta barely registered the distant sound of sirens passing by.

    Her heart slightly eased, she remained silent, but the smell of blood grew increasingly intense in the car...

    By the time she was wheeled into the delivery room, Lizetta''s consciousness was fading, the doctor''s distant voice echoing as if from afar.

    "The patient is hemorrhaging and

    din

    difficultbor, we need to operate immediately! Who''s the baby''s

    father? We need a signature for the surgery."

    As the operating room doors closed, the harsh lights bore down on her.

    Throughout that long night ofbor, she realized she wouldn''t see that person she was waiting for.

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    On the other side, at Lanson Vi.

    The moment Remington heard Hans''s voice, his heart clenched as if gripped by an icy hand. His voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell. Yet, the only response was a sharp, sudden disconnection, plunging the surroundings into a deep silence, punctuated only by his own frantic heartbeat.

    "Remington! Where are you going?!"

    As Remington pulled open the car door, Ste tried desperately to hold him back. With a forceful shove, she fell hard onto the rain-soaked ground, her umbre rolling away, caught by the wind. She didn''t get up, instead getting sshed in the face by the cold spray from the car tires. Opening her eyes, she saw the tail lights of the Bentley flicker and then disappear into the rain, leaving behind the three bodyguards who had been left to watch over Evelina. They exchanged looks. The leader instructed one to stay behind and quickly drove off with another, following Remington.

    "Ms. West, please get up."

    A servant from the West family approached with an umbre, bending down to offer Ste a hand. Ste pushed the servant''s hand away and stood up on her own. The servant, attempting to show concern, stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Ste''s expression. Expecting Ms. West to be heartbroken and helpless, the servant was taken aback by her icy demeanor, her face momentarily illuminated by the red lights of an ambnce, almost sinister.

    Remington received the call that Lizetta had been rescued and was on her way to the hospital as he drove down the mountain road. His car cut through the rain like lightning, desperate to get back.

    Half an hourter, Remington arrived

    at the hospital, but it was already toote - Lizetta had been in the

    operating room for about ten minutes. At the entrance to the OR, the Maddens were still waiting Jerome was trying to convince the elders to go home, but Mrs. Bernice Madden refused to leave leaving Nelson with no choice but to stay by his wife''s side.

    Soaked to the skin, Remington rushed to the OR entrance, where Cedric and his team were already in ce. "Sir, thedy was brought in eight minutes ago, and it doesn''t look good. She had lost a lot of blood upon arrival, and Mr. Madden had to sign the surgery consent form. Also, Bess and Dean have been taken into surgery as well..."

    Cedric quickly briefed him, then

    reached for a towel from another bodyguard to hand to Remington. Remington stopped him with a gesture and turned to look at the waiting area. There, Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden were sitting, with Jerome squatting down to hand the old Tady a cup of hot tea.

    Remington''s gaze, however, was fixed on them. Blood - they were all stained with blood. He knew it was Lizetta''s blood. So bright, so red. Her frail, delicate body, how could it shed so much blood?

    Remington''s features were ashen, as if he had just been pulled from beneath ayer of ice. He mechanically turned towards the Maddens Jerome stood up, his gaze sharp, blocking Remington''s path. His voice was cold. "Seems MDashiell has been quite busy. The Dashiell family and the Starlight Group are not that far from here, yet Mr. Dashiell''s arrival is, shall we say, fashionablyte."

    It was an unexpectedly direct rebuke, causing Remington to halt. Without a word, Remington simply bowed deeply to the Maddens, a gesture of grave respect. He straightened, his voice hoarse. "I cannot thank you enough for saving her life. Once Liz and the child are safe, I will make sure to express my gratitude properly."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Jerome''s eyebrows lifted slightly, his tone cool. "This wasn''t for Mr. Dashiell''s sake. You needn''t bother."

    Nelson, however, let go of Mrs. Bernice Madden''s hand and stood up, patting Jerome on the shoulder. Although Nelson too felt for Lizetta, this was, after all, a family matter for them. They were strangers to Lizetta, and Nelson could see that Remington was also in a bad ce.

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    Drenched to the bone, with a pallor that spoke volumes of his ordeal and a nasty bruise swelling on his forehead, it was clear he had been through a rough patch. His spirits were just as battered. Jerome, sensing the mood, held back further questions, while Nelson turned to Remington and asked, "Who kidnapped Liz?"

    "Her father, or so it was believed. But we recently discovered she''s not actually a Gardenia by blood."

    Remington''s mention of Hans brought a darker shade to his already stormy expression. Nelson, aware of the mix-up between Lizetta and the true and false heirs of the Hawthorne legacy, was taken aback to learn the Gardenia family wasn''t her real kin either.

    Then, gazing at the elder, he inquired, "How did you and Mr. Madden happen toe across the incident?"

    Nelson, turning to Mrs. Bernice Madden, rified, "We weren''t passing by. We were actually on our way to see Liz."

    Half an hour before the incident, Mrs. Bernice Madden had woken up in a fright, insisting something had happened to Elsa and that they needed to find her immediately. Nelson had initially brushed it off as a nightmare about her daughter and tried to calm the elderly woman down. While she usually could be soothed, today Mrs. Madden was exceptionally adamant, causing quite a stir.

    Left with no choice, Nelson video-called Lizetta. Mrs. Bernice Madden had been calling Lizetta frequently these past few days, and Lizetta, ever patient, always answered promptly. But today, their calls went unanswered, which unsettled Nelson further, especially with Mrs. Bernice''s insistence on leaving the house.

    So, Jerome was asked to drive them over to Pine Vi. Little did they know, they would stumble upon Hans in the act, leading to a serendipitous rescue of Lizetta.

    "It seems Liz is truly fated to be part of our Gardenia family," Nelson remarked, amazed by the coincidence.

    After expressing his gratitude, Remington returned to the doorway of the operating room. Without needing to be asked, Cedric arranged for a deluxe room for them to rest in. Unable to keep up physically, Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden were supported out of the hospital half an hourter.

    The operating room''s light went off after an hour and a half. When the doctor emerged, Remington''s rigid posture voluntarily shuddered. He stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides, making a sound that betrayed his attempt to stayposed.

    "Mr. Dashiell, the severe bleeding has stopped, and there''s no immediate danger to her life..."

    The doctor, meeting Remington''s fiery gaze, faltered in his speech. Remington briefly closed his eyes, a wave of relief washing over him, but it was short-lived as the doctor continued.

    "However, I''m sorry to say, the baby was premature and encounteredplications during birth. By the time we got to the operating room, the baby was already in a critical condition due tock of oxygen and a tangled umbilical cord..."

    Remington listened, his breath growing heavier with each word from the doctor. Suddenly, he grabbed the doctor by the cor, his voice hoarse with emotion.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    "What happened to my child?"

    "The baby... didn''t make it, Mr. Dashiell. Please ept my condolences."

    The doctor''s trembling voice didn''t

    dare meet Remington''s gaze. Cedric, standing behind, felt his mind go nk at the doctor''s words. The baby was over seven months along. It wasn''t just an embryo; it was a little being capable of life.

    How could this happen...

    Remington''s grip on the doctor''s cor loosened abruptly, and he staggered back a few steps. Cedric instinctively reached out to support him, but Remington shrugged him off. The tall figure then faltered, his head bowed, casting a long shadow under the harsh hospitaldights.

    In the next moment, that shadow shook violently. The man, towering and robust, suddenly dropped to one knee, vomiting blood.

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    "Mr. Dashiell!"

    Cedric gasped while the doctor''s face went pale with shock.

    Taking a step forward, Cedric intended to support Remington, but the man was already forcing himself to lift his head. His pale face was tinged with a smear of blood, the only color left on his handsome features.

    "Please, take heart..."

    The doctor''s words pierced through the heart like a shard of ice. The pain of losing a child was unbearable, more agonizing than having one''s flesh cut out. And he wasn''t even the one who had carried the child. If he felt this way, how was Lizetta supposed to face this after enduring the agony of childbirth?

    Remington''s Adam''s apple bobbed as he swallowed the sweet bitterness in his throat, staring at the doctor with a voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    "Does she know?"

    The doctor, somewhat startled, took a moment before hastily shaking his head.

    "Mrs. Dashiell lost a lot of blood, couldn''t keep up, and then passed out... she doesn''t know yet..."

    At that moment, noises came from the operating room as Lizetta was wheeled out. Remington wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze falling on the woman lying there, fragile as a piece of paper. Her wet hair, her eyes tightly shut, and a bandage wrapped around her forehead. Even with a blood transfusion bag attached, her face was as white as snow.

    Remington watched, his footsteps heavy, almost afraid to approach.

    "Your wife is very weak. She should wake up in about an hour... I''m sorry."

    After the doctor spoke, he stepped aside. Finally, Remington approached, bending down to hold Lizetta''s hand. He held it tight, trying to offer her some warmth, but his hands were just as cold, unable to warm her.

    Remington took Lizetta back to her room, while Jerome didn''t follow. He stood in front of the operating room, watching them leave, his hands silently clenched, then slowly released in a gesture of helplessness He hadn''t expected the child to not make it.

    Lizetta was rushing to the hospital

    when the ident happened, not far from it. They got her there in time. He thought both she and the baby would be fine, but it turned out like this. He remembered the first time he saw Lizetta, how she fell in front of his car in pain, clutching at his pants leg, begging him to save her child. She was so anxious, so loving towards that baby. If only he could have driven faster, or left home a bit

    earlier.

    In the room, Remington covered Lizetta with a thick nket, looked at her for a while, then embraced her frail body. His throat tight, he found himself unable to speak, gentlyying Lizetta back on the bed. As he turned to leave the room, Cedric approached, cautiously beginning to speak.

    "Sir, you need to take care of yourself too. Let me help you get checked out, this isn''t good..."

    Cedric had be worried when

    Remington suddenly coughed up blood. He learned from the bodyguard who came back with them that on the way back,

    Remington swerved to avoid an

    ident and crashed into a utility pole, deploying the airbag. Cedric was concerned Remington might have internal injuries, but before he could finish, Remington''s gaze fell on a bag held by the bodyguard behind him, his voice hoarse.

    "Give it here."

    The bag contained a small nket, baby clothes, a bottle, and such. These were all meant for the baby, now no longer needed... What the doctor had said at the operating room door amounted to announcing the child was stillborn, not even considered a live birth.

    But seeing the boss like this, he was probably going to personally take the child to be properlyid to rest.. Cedric felt a lump in his throat, took the bag and handed it to Remington. The man''s face was calm as he took the bag, his grip tight. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if the pressure could burst them open.

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    His silhouette stood tall, each step forward a testament to his eptance of grim reality, yet Cedric felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. Cedric stopped the bodyguard who wanted to follow, while a group of people congregated outside Lizetta''s hospital room, waiting in anticipation.

    The quiet hallway was suddenly filled with the sound of footsteps. Cedric turned to see Fiona and Nathan Hanna arriving together. Fiona, looking unsteady on her feet, was helped inside to see Lizetta, while Nathan and Hanna, hearing that Remington had gone to the maternity ward, decided to head there together.

    Just as they reached the door, Remington emerged. Nathan, seeing the bundle in Remington''s arms, eximed, "Remington, wasn''t the baby..."

    Remington nced at them, his lips curling with a cold sneer as he spoke. "Your grandson, but it seems he knew having such displeasing grandparents and an ipetent father wouldn''t make for a happy life, so he left us early."

    As he stepped forward, holding the bundle, Hanna inevitably caught sight of the baby. Her eyes rolled back, and with a scream of terror, she slumped against Nathan, clutching at his coat, murmuring in shock, "How could this be..."

    Nathan, quickly supporting her, wore an expression of utter dismay. He knew Hanna must have been reminded of a child they had lost to a miscarriage years ago. He averted his gaze, daring not to look at the bundle again, and said sternly, "Remington, what are you doing!? It was Hans'' doing, none of us wanted this, and this is also my and your mother''s grandson. We are grieving and saddened too, but can you me us? If there''s me, it falls on the Gardenia family, for Lizetta having such a vicious biological father, me it on fate!"

    It was the child''s fate to have a short life. Nathan, with a furrowed brow, steadied Hanna, who had turned deathly pale, and took a step back, He had intended to offer Remington some words offort with Hanna, but their son clearly harbored resentment towards them. Knowing Hanna''s psychological trauma from the miscarriage, he deliberately brought them to see the swaddled baby.

    Nathan couldn''t believe this was his usually calm andposed son. It was chilling, apocalyptic. Madness!Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    But upon hearing Nathan''s words,

    Remington felt their indifference and

    detachment. During Lizetta''s

    pregnancy, Nathan, as the

    grandfather, hadn''t shown care even once. Hanna did show concern, but it was for Daisyseph Dashiell imposing upon Lizetta with demands. It was the Dashiells who

    didn''t deserve such a wonderful child. Without another nce at

    them, Remington walked away.

    Lizetta was awakened by waves of excruciatingbor pain, her consciousness slowly returning, her body wracked with agony. Yet, instinctively, she reached for her belly, only for arge hand to grasp hers in mid-air. "Liz, you''re awake? Are you feeling alright?"

    The man''s husky, familiar voice filled the air, and Lizetta''s eyes snapped open. She didn''t look at the man leaning over her; her gaze fell straight to her belly. t, empty. She looked around; there was no baby beside her, not even a crib in the room.

    Remington, seeing her reaction,

    knew exactly what she was

    searching for. He thought that

    dressing their child for thest time, preparing him for his final journey, was the pinnacle of pain he could endure. But now, he realized that an even greater pain was having to look at her and tell her, with his own voice, that their Daisy was gone.

    Yet, no matter how excruciating or difficult, he couldn''t run from it. Facing Lizetta''s puzzled and vacant gaze, Remington''s voice was rough, as if grinding over gravel. "I''m so sorry..."

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    Lizetta paused, then shook her head.

    "I don''t want to hear your exnations right now. Daisy''s in the incubator, right? I need to see Daisy."

    With that, she struggled to sit up, attempting to throw off the covers and get out of bed.

    Her body was weak, and just the effort made her forehead break out in sweat, her body swaying.

    Remington felt as if his heart was being twisted in agony. He pressed down on her firmly, cradling her face and leaning in to touch his forehead to hers.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "Liz, you know what I mean. I''m sorry, it''s my fault for not keeping our Daisy safe. Daisy, he just..."

    p!

    He couldn''t finish his sentence before Lizetta''s hand struck his face.

    The p was sharp but feeble.

    She had no strength, not even leaving a mark on his face, but Remington felt as though his soul had been shaken.

    "Remington, I''m so fed up with you. Can''t you understand when I say get lost? I need to see Daisy. Daisy must be looking for her mom. She''ll only be calm with me by her side. She must be so scared, so cold... I need to find Daisy. Let me go! Let go!"

    Lizetta suddenly began to struggle, her eyebrows knitted, thinking he was utterly ridiculous.

    What was he even saying?

    She couldn''t understand a word and didn''t want to.

    Pushing him away, she shook her head, kicking her legs wildly.

    Her voice grew more trembling and hoarse, the eyes beneath her messy hair turning increasingly bloodshot and fierce, as if about to drip boiling blood.

    "Liz, I''m so sorry... please, don''t scare me like this..."

    Remington bent over to embrace the increasingly distraught woman tighter, afraid she''d break free, yet also afraid to hurt her.

    His arms trembled from the effort, but he felt the person in his arms shaking even more.

    She was so frail and weak, as if she would shatter in his arms with every gentle quiver.

    At that moment, their entire world seemed to tremble violently, copsing thunderously.

    "Please, Liz, calm down. Your body can''t take this..."

    Swallowed by an unprecedented sense of helplessness and fear, Remington''s voice was hoarse, trying to soothe her.

    He kept kissing her damp hair,

    drsing his forehead against h

    bet

    into

    swers, a

    drop of warm liquid rolling down her hair.

    He pressed her cheek to his chest, also feeling a warm dampness there...

    "Get lost! Just get lost, let me go! I don''t want your apologies. Give me back my Daisy, give me my Daisy back!" Lizetta pped and pushed against him.

    Her nails scratched Remington''s neck and face. She couldn''t break free from him, her heart surging with hatred.

    It was ridiculous, this man telling her that her baby was gone.

    The baby had been kicking her in her belly just before, calling for his mom to save him.

    How could he just be gone when she opened her eyes!

    Ridiculous, her baby gone, and this man asking her to calm down.

    She couldn''t calm down. She was filled with hate!

    Hate enough to want to kill everyone, including herself.

    She bit

    on the man''s neck, as if trying to break through his veins,

    g his flesh to mitigate get

    fraction of her grief and rage.

    But she was too weak, soon running out of strength.

    Her trembling, struggling body went limp in the man''s arms.

    "Liz! Doctor! Doctor!"

    The woman in his armsy silent and still, as if she would never open her eyes again.

    Remington shouted, and the doctor arrived quickly, examining Lizetta and administering an IV.

    "Mr. Dashiell, your wife has fainted due to extreme grief and physical weakness. We''ve given her some sedatives to calm her down. When she wakes up, she must not be agitated further..."

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    After the doctor left his final instructions and walked out, Remington sat by the hospital bed, holding Lizetta''s hands against his lips. Hisplexion was as pale and drawn as Lizetta''s, whoy on the bed before him.

    Lizetta stirred back to consciousness as daylight broke through the window, the sun piercing through the clouds, heralding a clear day after the storm. Yet, the storm had taken away their Daisy, who never got a chance to see the world, forever lost in that night of thunder and pouring rain.

    Lizetta''s eyes opened silently. As Remington twisted a towel to dab away her sweat, he caught sight of her empty gaze.

    Lying there, her once vibrant and clear eyes stared nkly at the ceiling,rge yet devoid of any spirit. Unlike her previous frenzy, she now resembled a soulless doll, passively lying there.

    "Woke up? You must be hungry. How about I make you some chicken noodle soup?" Remington''s voice cracked slightly, then he leaned closer, his tone softening to the utmost gentleness. He seemed calm, as though everything had passed and it was all clear skies now.

    Lizetta''s eyes slowly moved to him, her lips trembling faintly as she spoke. Her voice was weak, barely audible. Remington had to lean in to hear her first words to him.

    "Remington, where were you then?"

    He was at a loss for words.

    "And the West family... Has Evelina''s child been born?" she asked again.

    Again, he was silent.

    During Lizetta''s unconscious state, Remington had received news. Evelina had a cesarean section and gave birth to a boy. Though premature, the baby survived. Evelina was fine and would be taken into police custody as soon as she was in stable condition.

    But to Lizetta now, the former was a cruel irony, and thetter no longer held any meaning.

    Remington''s lips tightened as he held Lizetta''s hand, warming it with his own. Despite it being summer, the room felt cold, especially Lizetta''s hands.

    He warmed them in his, his voice hoarse. "Liz, we can have another baby..."

    Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered as she

    gave him a cold look. Men were cruel, thinking another child could rece everything lost. But to Lizetta, Daisy was irreceable. No future child could ever be her Daisy.

    Remington''s words were notforting; they cut deep. Moreover, his naivety wasughable, absurd even.

    Lizetta''s lips curved into a sorrowful smile as she softly said, "We?"

    What ''we''? What future did they have?

    "Remington, from now on, it''s either me or you; strangers. Without Daisy, it''s all over..."

    Lizetta slowly withdrew her hand from Remington''s grasp. She thought she would be in tears, but her face remained dry, her eyes painfully dry.

    Remington''s pupils shivered

    violently. He wanted to clench her hand, to hold on, but his fingers trembled, powerless. He could only watch as she pulled away, feeling as though his heart was being emptied.

    His eyes, bloodshot, fixed on her, he asked, "Liz, do you hate me now?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    His voice was tight, trembling, as if a noose was tightening around his throat, struggling for breath. And the end of that noose was in her hands. She had the power to give him life or death.

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    Lizetta stared at him, his appearance was actually quite a mess.

    Mr. Dashiell, who had always been dignified, aloof, andposed, now had his shirt all wrinkled, hair slightly disheveled, eyes bloodshot, stubble on his chin, and his neck and cheek bore several scratch marks...

    Lizetta thought, he must be suffering too, full of regret and sorrow.

    But looking at him like this, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

    Her gaze was empty as she looked at him, and it took her a while before she finally spoke in a hoarse voice.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    "Hate you? I guess I should, but... how am I any better than you? I''m the one who''s truly at fault."

    Lizetta lowered her head, her hands resting on her now empty belly, fingers slowly intertwining tightly.

    In her dazed state, she heard faint talking and knew that Thaddeus was safe.

    The calls with Zoey and the hospital were just Hans''s tricks to lead her on.

    Remington had also arranged for bodyguards to protect her. Without Dean and Bess''s help, she couldn''t imagine what her situation would be like now.

    So, what right did she have to hate anyone?

    She should hate herself more, for being so foolish!

    She had promised to protect her baby but had failed miserably, putting her child in danger.

    She had failed to protect her own child, she was a failure as a mother!

    Hearing her say this, Remington''s guilt, regret, and pain didn''t lessen at all, if anything, it felt like salt was being rubbed into his wounds.

    His expression changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled her hands out from under the nket.

    Seeing her fingers scratched and bloodied by her own doing, his expression darkened.

    "Lizetta, what are you doing! Look at me!"

    He held her face, his eyes red and intense.

    "You''ve done nothing wrong, the fault lies with those who do evil! You should hate me, it''s me who failed to protect you and our child, it''s me who wasn''t there when you needed me the most!" Remington was extremely worried. Childbirth was dangerous enough, and Lizetta had suffered such a heavy blow.

    The doctors said any more emotional turmoil could be too much for her body to handle, but he was even more worried that her self-me and repression could lead to postpartum depression. He would rather she direct her bitterness towards him, hate him, than me herself.

    And he, indeed, was to be hated, deserved the hate!

    Lizetta looked at him nkly, her eyes filled with a deste silence.

    "What''s the use of hating you? Can hating you bring back my Daisyy?"

    Love and hate, none of it mattered to her anymore.

    Remington''s hands trembled slightly as he held her cheeks, looking into her eyes that no longer held a trace of him.

    "Liz, do you not want to see me anymore?"

    Lizetta gazed into his bloodshot, emotionally turbulent eyes, no longer wanting to discern the emotions within.

    Her lips, devoid of any color, moved

    slightly. "Yes, seeing you reminds me of my Daisyy, reminds me of everything fromst night, reminds me of my and Daisyy''s painful struggle while you were with another woman giving birth..."

    Lizetta raised her hand, pulling away Remington''s hands from her cheeks, andy back on the hospital bed, closing her eyes.

    Slowly, she lifted a corner of her

    mouth in a self-mocking smile, adding, "Remington, do you know? had ever forgiven you before, believing in your words about

    starting over. I was thinking, maybe

    this time, we could be happy..."

    Lizetta''s voice choked up, and after a moment, she let out a hoarse, desteugh, "Ha, ha..."

    Remington stood in front of the hospital bed, looking at the woman lying there as if she had lost her life, her soul, clenching his fists, his eyes red and unsteady.

    He had sensed it before, her

    softening towards him, her eptance of the people he arranged to be around her. Bess''s daily contact with him, she must

    have known, must have given her silent consent.

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    Herugh in the car that day, light and breezy, has been a melody in his heart these past few days, making him feel uplifted, filled with hopeful ambition.

    He had mapped out the time, plotting how to woo her, to start fresh, to love like teenagers falling for the first time.

    He even nned on being there for her after the birth, to support her through the postpartum period, to take care of her and the baby...

    But he hadn''t anticipated it all crumbling down so suddenly, turning into nothing but wishful thinking.

    What he least expected was to hear from her own lips that she was willing to give him another chance. Yet, that chance slipped through his fingers in the most brutal way imaginable, piercing his heart with profound pain.

    "Liz, I..."

    He wanted to say, give me another chance, we''re still so young, we can have more children.

    But such words choked in his throat, unsaid.

    He knew how tender her heart was towards him.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Time and again, she approached him, bleeding, crying.

    It was his fault, again. How could he ask for yet another chance?

    Remington clenched his eyes shut against the burning pain, while Lizetta opened hers at that moment.

    She saw his rigid silhouette by the bed and whispered hoarsely.

    "Let''s start over, part ways amicably. I don''t deserve it, and neither do you."

    A tear rolled silently down her cheek.

    Lizetta brushed it away, leaving no trace.

    "So, Remington, please leave. Later, we''ll finalize the paperwork and then... let''s never see each other again."

    Remington''s throat constricted as he opened his eyes.

    "Liz, does it have to be this way? Is there really no chance for us anymore?"

    Lizetta''s lips twitched slightly. "Unless Daisyes back."

    Otherwise, there was no hope left for them.

    Remington looked at her, his expression heavier than ever.

    Lizetta, however, had already closed her eyes. Momentster, footsteps sounded as Remington walked out.

    As the man closed the hospital room door behind him, he heard a muffled sob from within.

    Buried deep in the nkets, barely audible.

    The strength he applied to the doorknob was almost enough to snap it off.

    Turning around, he saw two figures rushing towards him from the other end of the hallway, Ynda and Cassius. Cassius had taken Ynda to Windale for an audition for a lead role in a period drama at a director''s rmendation. Ynda had ditched the director''s dinner immediately after the audition upon hearing the news about Lizetta''s ident.

    She had raced back, driving like a bat out of hell, with Cassius barely keeping it together, vomiting several times by the roadside from the rough ride. Ynda stormed straight at Remington, her face a mask of fury. The bodyguards stepped forward to intercept, but Remington''s deep voice halted them.

    "Stand down."

    The bodyguards hesitated, then stepped back, allowing Ynda to confront Remington unimpeded.

    She was livid. "Remington, what

    right do you have to stand here? Where were you when Liz needed you? You couldn''t even protect a woman and a child. What kind of man are you?"

    Ynda clenched her fist, aiming for Remington''s face.

    Cassius, fearing she''d act rashly, caught up and grabbed her arm in time.

    "Have you lost your mind? Losing the baby hurts Remi more than anyone. Stop making things worse, alright? It was Hans'' doing, Remi couldn''t have predicted this."

    Cassius held Ynda back as she struggled, hurling usations.

    "He''s upset? What right does he have to be upset? His mind was preupied with the West family, with Evelina''s bastard child. How could he have thought of anything else?

    Just assigning two bodyguards to Liz and he thinks he''s off the hook? Yes, it was Hans, but who was it that didn''t rush Liz to the hospital, huh?"

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    Ynda was seething, her eyes zing with fury as she thought about everything Lizetta had endured. The thought of Remington made her blood boil. What kind of husband was he? What kind of father? "Cassius, let her go."

    Remington stood his ground, neither dodging nor budging, his handsome face stern as he signaled Cassius to release his grip.

    "Remi..." Cassius frowned, hesitant to actually let her go. Knowing Ynda''s temper and courage, and her tendency to act first and thinkter, there was a real risk she mightsh out.

    And if she did manage tond a punch on Remington, it might fulfill some twisted sense of retribution for Remi, but the Dashiell family would never let Ynda off the hook.

    Yet, the intensity in Remington''s gaze was toopelling, toomanding.

    Buckling under the pressure, Cassius reluctantly let go.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Ynda''s fists were clenched tight, her arm swung in a wide arc towards Remington''s face, but it stopped abruptly.

    "You think getting beaten up will ease your guilt? You think this will make Liz forgive you? Dream on! I won''t be your scapegoat. You''ll live with this debt forever. You owe Liz, you owe that child, and you''ll owe it for the rest of your life!"

    With gritted teeth, Ynda pulled back her punch, storming past Remington into the hospital room.

    "Remi... don''t be too hard on yourself. You and Lizetta are still young. There''s still a chance for you guys to have kids."

    Seeing Remington''splexion turn even paler, Cassius tried to offer some constion, but it only seemed to deepen Remington''s gloom. Remington''s mind echoed with Lizetta''s words, saying without Daisy, there was no future, no chance for anything between them anymore. His heart clenched tighter, hisplexion turning ashen.

    "Remi..."

    Cassius was at a loss, confused about how his attempts atforting seemed to only make Remington''s aura darker, more brooding.

    Suddenly, the sound of sobbing from the hospital room became clear, and Cassius, feeling like an outsider to this profound sorrow, stepped aside, his heart wrenching for them.

    He sighed, beginning to understand the depth of Remington''s silence and gloom.

    With the woman hurt like this, reconciliation seemed nearly impossible...

    After what felt like an eternity, the room finally fell silent.

    Cassius turned back to check on Remington, only to find him gone.

    In a panic, Cassius wondered if Remington had reached his breaking point.

    At that moment, Remington was already pacing the hospital''s lower corridor, followed by several bodyguards in ck suits, his demeanor one of grave urgency.

    At the end of the corridor, near the hospital room, several inclothes officers stood guard.

    When the incident urred, Nelson had called the police, as had several bystanders.

    Hans, too, had been rushed to the same hospital for emergency care and was now under police custody.

    After being hit and severely injured, Hans had undergone surgery. Upon regaining consciousness, the police had yet to extract any cruciab information from him.

    But just then, Remington received news that Hans''s injuries were too severe, and he might not make it.

    Approaching the hospital room, the leading officer tried to intervene.

    "Mr. Dashiell, the suspect is still undergoing emergency treatment. It''s against protocol for you to enter. Please..." "Move aside!"

    Remington''s tone was icy, his gaze chilling, carrying an undeniable authority.

    His bodyguards stepped forward, ready to enforce their way through if necessary.

    Sweating profusely, the leading

    ?????

    officer finally made a decision. Weighing the life of a dying suspect against a powerful victim seemed, after all, not too difficult a choice.

    He signaled his team to step aside, and Remington, followed by his men, entered the room.

    Inside, doctors and nurses surrounded the bed in a frenzy of activity.

    Hans was barely recognizable, his head and face swathed in bandages, gasping for breath through a respirator, clinging to life.

    Ray, along with two bodyguards, quickly subdued the medical staff, silently escorting them out.

    Remington approached, ripped off the respirator, and dragged Hans down to the floor.

    Hans hit the ground with a weak

    gasp, opening his eyes to a blurred vision of a man surrounded by a menacing aura. His eyes widened in fear, a hoarse, painful sound escaping his throat.

    "Speak! Who''s behind this?"

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    Hans''s face twisted with terror as his gaze darted frantically toward the hospital room door.

    "Help... somebody, help..."

    He screamed for help, but his voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

    That fear of death, the helplessness, the absolute despair-it was probably the same feeling Lizetta had when she begged him for mercyst night.

    Remington''s icy stare fixed on him, his hand gripping Hans''s nape beforending a muffled punch on Hans''s abdomen.

    Hans''s liver was severely damaged, and he had just undergone surgery. Now, the incision was bleeding profusely.

    He winced in agony, his face contorting, eyes bloodshot, his expression filled with fear and begging.

    "Are you going to talk or not?"

    Remington didn''t let go. Instead, his fingers tightened around the wound, rubbing and grinding, as blood trickled down his fingers.

    As Hans''s life ebbed away, his face was streaked with tears and snot.

    Even in death, no one wants to die in such torment.

    His lips moved weakly, "I... I don''t know who he is... I swear I don''t, please..."

    He was begging for a quick end.

    He looked weakly towards the door. This was a hospital, after all; the police were just outside.

    Even as a criminal, he shouldn''t be treated this way.

    But outside, it was eerily silent, with no oneing in.

    Thinking of the pain Lizetta had suffered, the image of their child curled up in bruises and stiff from the cold, Remington only wished Hans''s death could be slower. "Was it the West family?"

    He punched Hans''s wound again with force.

    When Remington left the room, his demeanor was calm and collected.

    He held a disinfectant wipe between his fingers, meticulously cleaning the blood off his hands with a coldmand.

    "Get in there and save him."

    The inclothes team leader peeked inside.

    Hansy on the floor, his hospital gown soaked red with blood, barely breathing.

    He hurriedly ordered the doctors to rush in, hoist Hans onto the bed, and start the emergency procedures.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    The defibritor was used repeatedly, Hans coughing up blood, the monitor emitting a continuous beep.

    Once the procedures were done, the doctor came out, dering the patient was beyond saving.

    Yet, Remington signaled Ray to escort the involved medical staff into another room to keep them under surveince.

    The inclothes leader approached,

    "Mr. Dashiell, rest assured, r

    I here today. Our guve

    a tight lid on it."

    MS

    can

    But Remington merely looked at him. and said, "Of course, nothing happened. And make sure you keep a close watch on the suspect. We''ll need more people on this, hemust not be allowed to die."

    The team leader was stunned. Hans was already dead, what was there to watch?

    But he quickly understood-Remington was creating the illusion that Hans was still alive to lure out whoever was behind this.

    If they couldn''t keep their cool, they''d surelye to finish the job.

    "Understood," the inclothes officer nodded.

    Only then did Remington head towards the elevator, not back to Lizetta''s room but up to the top floor.

    Martin''s room was there. His wife, Luna, had spent thest six months of her fight with cancer in this hospital.

    After Luna passed and the funeral was over, Martin, unwell himself, was admitted to Luna''s old room.

    As Remington approached the room, the door swung open.

    Ste, in a white dress, wasing out with a bouquet in her hands.

    Seeing Remington, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the flowers, saying,

    "Remington... what brings you here?

    My nephew was transferred here

    from a local clinic due to inadequate careol just heard about Liz''s

    incident; I was on my way to see

    her."

    Ste''s voice tightened as she spoke, especially as Remington remained silent, his imposing figure casting a chilling gaze.

    Feeling her heart pounding, herplexion pale, Ste believed her reaction was justified.

    She bit her lip, stepping forward, "Remington, are you alright?"

    The next moment, the flowers fell from her hands as Remington suddenly moved, his hand shooting out to grasp her delicate throat.

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    Ste found herself cornered, forced to tilt her head back as the man before her advanced with each step. Remington''s dress shoes crushed the bouquet on the floor as he gripped Ste''s neck and pushed her into the hospital room. With a loud m, he kicked the door shut behind him.

    "Ste? Who''s there?" Martin, lying in the hospital bed, stirred at the noise and slowly sat up, calling out. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the scene at the doorway. Ste was being choked, her toes barely touching the ground as she staggered in.

    "Mmph...ugh!" Ste grasped at Remington''s hand, her back pushed against the wall. She couldn''t speak, her legs struggling, eyes wide with terror.

    "Remington! What the hell are you doing? Let go of Ste, now!" Martin hastily got out of bed and rushed over in panic, his face a mix of shock and urgency. But his strength was no match for Remington''s firm grip on Ste.

    "Mmph..." Ste whimpered, tears streaming down and falling onto Remington''s hand, veins bulging with exertion. Remington frowned, a look of disgust in his eyes. Ste struggled to breathe, her face turning a deep shade of red, veins on her forehead standing out, eyes filled with horror. She could also smell the metallic scent of blood on him, finally noticing the stains on his white shirt sleeve and ck suit jacket. Remington seemed like a grim reaper, and Ste felt death drawing closer.

    Just as Martin was about to rush out for help, Remington finally released his grip. Ste''s legs gave way, and she copsed to the floor, coughing violently.

    "Ste! Get up, let Dad see..." Martin rushed back, crouching down to check on Ste. Her face slowly regained color. Looking up, Ste coughed intermittently, her gaze unsettled as she looked at Remington. "Remington! This is assault, you need to exin yourself!" Seeing Ste recover, Martin stood up, pointing at Remington with a face full of anger and condemnation.

    Remington brushed his hand as if to shake off something filthy, his eyes cold and distant. "Assault? Then how should the West family exin my wife being kidnapped?"

    Martin''s face showed shock,

    followed by evident anger.

    "Kidnapped? What''s the West family got to do with it? If your wife''s in

    ??? I;

    trouble, go after the culprit, not throw your weight around here! Remington, don''t forget, Ste saved your life. Even her brother died because of you! What are you doing now, biting the hand that feeds you?"

    Ste, leaning on the wall, managed to stand up. Her face was still unnaturally red, with striking marks on her neck. Tears streamed down her face, making her look vulnerable and innocent. She turned to

    Remington, "Remingtonable

    Have you misunderstood something? I...cough, I was at Lanson''s ce all ofst night. Besides, I don''t know Hans, how could I be involved in this...?" This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s gaze suddenly

    sharpened. "How did you know it was Hans who tried to kidnap Liz?" Ste''s heart skipped a beat, realizing her slip-up. Remington

    hadn''t mentioned Hans''s name

    since he arrived. But Ste was quick to cover, turning to Martin, "It was my dad, he was worried about Liz. After hearing about the incident, he had someone look into it. Hans was also brought in for emergency care yesterday, wasn''t he?"

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    Martin''s voice was firm, "I told Ste, Remington. If you have suspicions and think this has anything to do with the West family, then bring forth the evidence. Call the cops for interrogation, make it so the West family has no room to argue! Otherwise, you owe Ste an apology!"

    Martin knew Remington had no evidence. If he did, he wouldn''t be standing here alone; he would have had the police here already.

    Thus, Martin was exceptionally calm, and equally indignant.

    Remington red at them, his voice cold, "I may not have proof, butst night, when Hans made his move, and Evelina happened to fall and go into difficultbor, pulling me away... Don''t you think that''s a bit too coincidental?"

    Hans had only been out of jail for a short while. Alone, he couldn''t possibly have that much influence.

    Regrettably, despite pressing Hans earlier, Hans truly didn''t know who was behind it all.

    Someone had simply provided Hans with money, a ce to hide, and assistance, yet had never shown their face.

    The mastermind was cautious, making several indirect moves in their dealings with Hans.

    But Remington wasn''t entirely empty-handed; he just needed more time to investigate.

    "Remington, the guards watching over Evelina were your men. Evelina''s fall was just an ident. How can you baselessly suspect me because of this?" Ste asked in disbelief.

    She swayed, her voice hoarse from a prior injury, now even rougher and more unrecognizable as she cried.

    Covering her neck, she wept silently, then said, "I''ve already agreed to leave the country. What more do you want? This is too much. Did you bring me back just to torment me like this? Even if you''re deeply in love with Lizetta, you can''t hurt me like this... I have feelings too..."

    Remington looked at her, his icy gaze softening, as if her performance had persuaded him.

    He slightly closed his eyes and said, "If after the investigation, it turns out the West family is not involved, I will apologize. But if there''s something you''ve done, it won''t be wless. If I find evidence, I won''t let it go!"

    He turned and left; the door to the room closed behind him. Ste copsed to the ground.

    She looked up at Martin in panic.

    "What do we do? He suspects the West family..."

    Martin remainedposed,

    scoffing, and sat back down, flicking off the stains on his hospital gown interrupting Ste, "Why panic? If he suspects the West family, it shows his ingratitude. After all the West family has suffered because of him, how dare he suspect us! Let him investigate. What does this have to do with us, the West family?"

    When Remington returned to Lizetta''s room half an hourter, he was about to open the door

    suddenly swung open. Contenit

    He was taken aback, his fists clenched at the sight of who stood behind it.

    It was Lizetta.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    She was dressed in a ck dress,

    covered with a long ck coat,

    cinched

    ck

    at the waist, and wearing a

    hat, supported by Ynda.

    The all-ck attire made her already pale face look even more colorless.

    She had always been slender, and now, dressed in the coat, she looked even more fragile.

    It was attire fit for a funeral.

    Remington''s expression changed, and he frowned, "What are you doing?! Who let you get out of bed!"

    He took a step forward, instinctively bending down to pick her up and take her back to bed.

    Lizetta raised her hand, stepping back, her voice clear and cold.

    "Don''t touch me. Let''s head to the courthouse now."

 Chapter 605

    Remington''s gaze was heavy with sadness, yet he didn''t move aside.

    "Can''t you wait even a single day?"

    Lizetta barely had any energy left, practically forcing herself to get up. She didn''t have the strength to argue with Remington.

    Ynda, supporting her, felt Lizetta was like a leaf in the autumn, devoid of any strength.

    The Lizetta of the past was not like this. Though slender, she was in good health.

    She could dance for hours on end, effortlessly. But now...

    Ynda was filled with pity and snapped, "Isn''t it obvious? Being married to a guy like you is like having a guillotine hanging over your head, never knowing when it''ll fall and strike her again. Every minute is torture! Cut the crap and get on with it!"

    However, Remington seemed to ignore Ynda''s wordspletely, treating her as if she were thin air.

    He bent down, forcefully picked Lizetta up, and strode towards the hospital room.

    "What are you doing?! Remington, if you have any conscience, let her go!"

    "Ray!"

    Ynda, fuming, tried to intercept him, but Remington coldly said,

    Ray quickly stepped in, soon taking Ynda out of the room and shutting the door behind them.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Ynda was on the verge of exploding, struggling against Ray at the door.

    Ray said sternly, "Ms. Ynda, we''ve lost the baby, and Mr. Remington Dashiell is also grieving. The priority now is to ensure thedy''s health. She didn''t get proper postpartum care, and if her health fails, I''m sure you wouldn''t want to see that either. If you truly care for her well-being, try not to fuel the fire."

    Thinking back to when she was helping Lizetta change her clothes, seeing Lizetta break out in a cold sweat, Ynda bit her lip, frustrated, and sat down outside the room, arms crossed.

    Inside the room.

    Lizetta wasid back on the hospital bed, and Remington bent down to remove her shoes, then grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

    "Remington, are you trying to make me hate you more?" Lizetta''s voice was weak, her heart feeling powerless.

    But his movements didn''t stop, nor did his expression change, as if he had grown ustomed to her cold words.

    He wiped her face, firmly supported the back of her head, making her look up.

    Lizetta recoiled from his touch, struggling briefly. Remington said coldly,

    "At this point, I really don''t mind if you hate me more! Hatred, to me, is better than indifference or numbness." Saying this, he forcefully lifted her into his arms.

    "So, Liz, don''t fight me on this. I don''t mind getting tough!"

    Lizetta was gasping for air, her eyes gradually reddening with tears.

    Remington softly stroked her tear-stained eyes, his voice bing gentler, "First, take care of your health. Otherwise, you won''t be able to do anything, not even hate me properly."

    Lizetta didn''t want to look at him and closed her eyes.

    Remington then lifted her chin with the tower, wiping off the sweat from her neck as well, and tidied here disheveled hair, tucking it behind her ears.

    He finally ced her back on the bed, pulling the covers over her.

    Watching the woman who refused to utter a word or even nce at him, Remington''s eyes darkened.

    He put the towel back, saying, "I''ll have someone bring in some food. Eat something."

    "I won''t eat! Save your effort." Lizetta turned away, filled with hatred.

    Even now, he was forcing her, refusing to let her go, trapping her.

    In her eyes and heart, he was no longer a brother, a protector, a source of light and warmth.

    He had be the devil, a cage, the root of all her pain!

    Remington, observing her curled-up frail body, clenched his fists and said,

    "Eat well, and I''ll make the call to

    the divorce. Miss this

    and don''t me me for

    being heartless and not letting you

    go."

    Lizetta stiffened for a moment, then opened her eyes to look at him.

 Chapter 606

    \"What''s that supposed to mean?\"

    \"You know, you don''t have to go to city hall to get a divorce. If you want a divorce, get up and eat something decent!\"

    Remington''s voice was deep, his face expressionless.

    He towered by the hospital bed, looking down at her, filled with self-mockery.

    He never thought, one day, he would have to use divorce as a means to get her to eat.

    Lizetta locked eyes with Remington, standing her ground.

    For the first time today, she really looked at him, without disdain.

    Remington''s breath hitched, his back tensing involuntarily.

    Yet, he couldn''t discern any emotion from her gaze.

    The affection, joy, and even the resentment he had just provoked seemed all gone.

    He felt an emptiness inside, his lips moved slightly, \"I didn''t mean to pressure you, but you''re torturing yourself, your body can''t take this...\" Since the ident, she hadn''t eaten anything, surviving solely on IV nutrition.

    This couldn''t go on.

    Lizetta''s lips curled into a mocking smile, \"Your devotion isughable.\"

    He had clearly changed clothes, wearing a charcoal gray shirt with a id tie, his stubble neatly shaved, giving him a sharp jawline.

    He smelled of minty fresh body wash, and aside from the bloodshot in his eyes, he looked just as cold and noble as Mr. Dashiell always did. Losing Daisy, for him, seemed to be just a fleeting moment.

    That''s why he thought she could eat now.

    Thinking it was for her own good, but it was just to ease his own guilt.

    What a cold-hearted man!

    \"Think whatever you want. If you want a divorce, get up and eat.\" Remington''s voice was calm but brooked no argument.

    Lizetta eventually propped herself up, and Remington leaned over to help her, then called someone in a deep voice.

    Soon, a servant came in,ying out a nutritious meal in front of Lizetta.

    Remington had consulted a

    and a naturopath ,ing up with a m

    that was as good as medicinal.

    Lizetta grabbed a spoon, her wrist weak, her appetite gone.

    Arge hand took the soup bowl from in front of her, and the next second, the broth was at her lips.

    "You''re too weak, let me feed you.\"

    Lizetta looked up, \"Looking at you makes me want to vomit.\"

    Remington''s handsome face darkened instantly, the spoon tapping heavily against the bowl.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    His jaw clenched, locking eyes with her.

    His eyes were red and turbulent, but her gaze was like stagnant water.

    After a moment, Remington stood up from the bed, coldly instructing the servant nearby.

    "You take care of her meal!\"

    The servant jumped, cautiously moving forward to take the soup bowl from Remington''s hands. Lizetta didn''t want to trouble the servant, and she also wanted to get the divorce over with.

    Even though she had no appetite, she cooperated and ate.

    After the leftover meal was taken away, Lizetta turned to Remington, who was standing by the window. \"Happy now?\"

    She asked, her tone negotiation-like.

    Remington''s lips were tightly pursed, understanding her intention, and made a call.

    In Zion City, Remington indeed had privileges.

    The city hall staff arrived quickly,

    and in less than ten minutes, Lizetta had taken the divorce photo andpleted the divorce proceedings without leaving the hospital bed.

    Getting a divorce certificate this easily made her previous efforts to visit the city hall seem so foolish.

    Holding the divorce certificate, Lizetta''sugh was mocking yet somber.

    Looking up, Remington, having escorted the staffer out, came back in.

    Holding the divorce certificate,

    Lizetta said, \"The child is gone, the marriage is over, what else do you think

    you can hold over me? If there''s nothing else, please leave. I don''t want to see you again."

 Chapter 607

    Remington adjusted his tie and stepped into the room with determination.

    "Liz, I''m not trying to control you, just looking out for you."

    "We''re nothing to each other now; I don''t need Mr. Dashiell''s care."

    Lizetta replied coldly, believing that staying away from him was the quickest way to heal.

    Remington frowned, wanting to say more, but the hospital room door creaked open, and Ynda''s voice followed.

    "Liz, guess who''s here to see you? Mr. Madden dropped by."

    With Ynda''s cheerful voice, she walked in, followed by a tall figure, Jerome.

    Apparently visiting, he wasn''t in his usual sharp attire but wore a simple white tee under a navy-striped zer, rxed yet still showcasing his upright posture.

    He carried a thermal container, following Ynda, his gaze immediatelynding on Lizetta.

    Then, his eyes were drawn to the red booklet in Lizetta''s hands.

    A divorce certificate.

    "Seems like my timing could''ve been better? Mr. Dashiell, you don''t mind, do you?"

    Clearly, the divorce was fresh, and Jerome hesitated slightly.

    Remington turned to Jerome, his gaze icy.

    Jerome''s intentions were clear, and Remington wished he could kick him out right there and then.

    But he couldn''t, not with the debt of gratitude for saving Lizettast night or Jerome''s status now.

    He and Lizetta were divorced. Other men could now openly pursue her, be around her. Offering kindness, and maybe one day...

    Lizetta might be moved, might develop feelings for another man, belong to someone else.

    Realizing this, the man who had been calm at the moment of receiving the divorce certificate suddenly felt a storm brewing inside him.

    His handsome face grew darker, coldly saying, "Do you think I''d mind you leaving?"

    Ynda stepped forward, positioning herself between Remington and the hospital bed, edging Remington out.

    "Mr. Madden, please, have a seat. Liz will want to chat with you, she''ll definitely listen to what you have to say."

    As she spoke, Ynda fetched a chair for Jerome, cing it beside Lizetta''s bed.

    Feeling Remington''s cold gaze, Ynda rolled her eyes, continuing.

    "As for whether some people mind or not, Mr. Madden, you shouldn''t care.

    st a visitor here, and an

    unwee one at that, who is he to mind?" This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Ynda hoped Remington would leave in a huff.

    However, instead of leaving, Remington made his way to the window, settling himself on a couch.

    "I didn''t get the chance to thank you

    properly yesterday, please, sit."

    Lizetta ignored the intense gaze from the man across the room, offering Jerome a faint smile.

    Jerome moved to sit down, cing the thermal container on the table, softly saying.

    "Grandma Bernice made you her special goji berry pigeon soup, want some?"

    "You''re toote; she''s not hungry..." Remington interjected coldly.

    But before he could finish, Lizetta nodded at Jerome with a smile.

    "Did Grandma Bernice get scared yesterday? Why would she go through the trouble of making soup for me? I''d love to try it."

    Last night, the Maddens had saved her, the elderly coupleforting Lizetta throughout.

    Such a gesture was beyond words, and with Mrs. Bernice Madden personally making soup, Lizetta couldn''t just ignore it out of courtesy. "I''ll serve it." Ynda immediately volunteered.

    After serving the soup, Ynda didn''t hand it directly to Lizetta, instead saying,

    "Seems I''ve made it a bit too hot, and Liz doesn''t have the strength; we wouldn''t want it spilling on her..."

    Jerome then leaned in slightly, "I''ll do it."

    "That would be great, thank you, Mr. Madden."

    Ynda beamed, thinking how

    perfect Mr.

    Madden was for Liz,

    wondering why she couldn''t have met Mr. Madden sooner, to avoid any drama with Badass Remington.

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    Liz passed the bowl to Jerome, who carefully scooped up a spoonful of the slightly cooled soup and brought it to Lizetta''s lips.

    "Grandpa and Grandma wanted to wait at the hospital for you to wake up yesterday, but they just couldn''t keep their eyes open. They''re really worried about you. You''ve got to take care of yourself and get better soon. Is it too hot?"

    Lizetta opened her mouth and drank the pigeon soup from Jerome''s hand, shaking her head.

    "It''s not hot, tastes great."

    She actually wanted to feed herself, but she knew Ynda was up to something.

    If this could drive Remington away, she was all for it.

    But Remington, with his chilly aura, was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, watching them without saying a word or leaving.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    His presence was so imposing that Lizetta, who already had a small appetite, found swallowing even more difficult.

    "Can''t eat anymore?" Seeing her like this, Jerome didn''t insist and put the soup bowl down, grabbing a napkin.

    He reached out to wipe the corner of Lizetta''s mouth but was intercepted by another hand.

    It was Remington, who seemed to teleport instantly to the other side of the bed.

    Jerome, holding the napkin, bumped into Remington''s hand and looked up, "What''s this about, Mr. Dashiell?"

    "She has delicate skin, tissues won''t do."

    Remington, ever so serious, used his thumb to wipe away a small stain of oil from Lizetta''s lips, then snatched the napkin from Jerome''s hand to clean his own. Sitting there, watching her ept another man''s feeding, watching her smile at another man, it felt like his insides were twisting in knots.

    And to see another man tenderly wiping her face, he couldn''t bear it!

    Lizetta, confused, didn''t quite catch on to what was happening and frowned slightly.

    She didn''t want to acknowledge Remington''s rudeness and silliness, not even giving him a nce, but turned to Jerome, "I need a favor from you."

    Jerome nodded, "I''ve told you, you don''t have to be polite with me."

    But Lizetta handed Jerome a document from her bedside.

    Remington''s expression darkened, "Lizetta, what are you doing?"

    He had asked before, if they were to get back together, they''d still need that divorce decree.

    That was their divorce decree she was handing to Jerome. For what?

    Lizetta still didn''t look at Remington, pushing the document towards Jerome.

    "I need you to help me verify if this divorce decree is real."

    "You think I''d deceive you with a fake?" Remington burst outughing in anger.

    Only then did Lizetta look at him, nodding, "It''s not impossible. Since the decree didn''te directly from the civil affairs bureau, who knows if the clerks were actors you hired? Besides, the divorce isn''t listed online."

    Remington clenched his fists, staring at Lizetta.

    She had so little trust in him now.

    But then again, when had she started trusting Jerome to this extent?

    To entrust Jerome with verifying their divorce decree.

    Facing Lizetta''s cold gaze, Remington couldn''t take it anymore, turned, and strode out with a heavy step.

    As he left, Jerome didn''t take the

    document Lizetta handed him,

    instead saying, "You''re just trying to make him jealous, right? You don''t really need me to check this do you?"

    Caught out, Lizetta shook her head and took back the document.

    Remington probably wouldn''t stoop so low as to lie about that.

    She just couldn''t stand him acting like he still had a husband''s rights over her.

    In the hospital''s emergency exit, Remington kicked the door open and stormed in, unable to help but punch the wall.

    Blood seeped from his knuckles as

    he leaned against the wall, slightly

    hunch

    over and gasping for

    breath, a sweet taste in his throat,

    his body slightly swaying.

    "Remi!" Cassius, who followed him, pushed open the door, his expression changing at the sight.

 Chapter 609

    Cassius rushed forward, steadying Remington as they stood in the dimly lit stairwell. The man''s handsome features were cold but unmistakably pale.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    "Let go, I''m fine," Remington said, shaking off the dizziness and trying to wave Cassius away.

    Cassius held on, insisting, "No way, Remi, you need to get checked out. Come on!"

    He had heard from Cedric that Remington had been in a car ident during a thunderstorm, but he hadn''t sought any medical attention or even rested since. This was a disaster waiting to happen. "Let go!" Remington frowned, his voice sharp.

    Cassius ignored him. Remington''s aura was agitated, and he made a move. The next second, Cassius was mmed against the wall, his cheek stinging, frustration boiling inside him.

    "Damn me for meddling!" he cursed, turning around.

    But then, his expression changed. "Remi!"

    Remington, tall and imposing, suddenly copsed.

    An hourter, Remington was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. The doctor diagnosed him with a concussion and stomach bleeding. He had regained consciousness quickly, now with a grim expression, reaching to remove the IV needle.

    Cassius gently held his shoulder,

    earnestly persuading him. "Remi, I just checked. Jerome left after a short visit, and Lizetta''s asleep right now. Even if you go there now, it won''t make any difference. Just rest and finish these IVs, get well soon. We still need to follow up on some things, right?"

    Thinking about what was toe, Remington paused, his expression softened, less agitated. "Call Ray in."

    Seeing he was finally listening, Cassius left the room to find Ray and then headed towards Lizetta''s room.

    Upon entering, he found Lizetta

    wasn''t asleep. Ynda was holding

    a tablet, and Lizetta was video chatting with Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Madden wanted to visit the hospital, but Lizetta gently dissuaded her. The elder was already worried sick; Lizetta couldn''t bear to trouble her further.

    Nelson sat beside her,forting Mrs. Madden. "Elsa needs her rest now; she''ll join us once she''s better."

    Mrs. Madden replied, "Then I''ll make lots of goodies for Elsa, and have Tangtang deliver them."

    With Nelson''s nod of agreement, Mrs. Madden brightened up, gesturing a sleeping pose to Lizetta. "Elsa, rest well."

    Lizetta mimicked the gesture, ending the call. She nced at Cassius, then said to Ynda, "Yoli, I''m alright. You guys have things to do, don''t stay on my ount."

    She thought Cassius was there for Ynda, but Ynda shook her head. "I''m free. My next audition''s up in the air. I''ll stay with you. We can''t let any sleazy guys take advantage."

    Cassius tsked, moving closer to the

    bed. "That''s not entirely fair. The

    kid''s Remi''s too; his pain is no less It''s not like he has

    than yours. foresight he couldn''t have known Hans would act that night. When he heard what happened, Remi rushed back. Sis, you might not know, but Remi was injured in a car ident that night. He just copsed from it and is now getting treated too. His heartache is no less than yours..."

    Cassius hoped Lizetta could understand Remington a bit more. If not offer him care, at least not be so cold.

 Chapter 610

    Remington had always been Cassius''s ride-or-die, but he''d never seen Remington this messed up before. Naturally, he was going to stand by his brother.

    But Ynda wasn''t having any of it. She spun around, grabbed Cassius, and started shoving him towards the door, fuming.

    "Even if Remington turns into aplete nutcase, what''s it got to do with Liz? He should be knocking on WestHawthorne''s door, not Liz''s! She didn''t ask him to go out to the boonies! Now get out of here." Cassius, though pushed, wasn''t ready to back down. He looked at Lizetta, frowning.

    "Sis, you really have nothing to say?"

    Thinking about the years of camaraderie between Lizetta and Remington, and how Lizetta used to care so much about him, Cassius figured she''d soften up.

    Yet, in her hospital bed, Lizetta didn''t even blink. She just said coldly,

    "Then please let him know not every self-sacrifice works."

    "Did you hear that? Go let badass Remington give up, get out!"

    Ynda kept pushing, and Cassius clung to the door, "Sis, you got it all wrong, it''s not a stunt! And it wasn''t Remington who sent me..."

    Ynda, now livid, let go of Cassius, took a step back, and aimed a kick at him.

    She intended to boot the man straight out but Cassius, having sparred with her before, dodged at thest second, then urately grabbed Ynda''s leg.

    So, while Cassius did end up leaving, Ynda also got dragged out of the room with him.

    "Let go! You''re supposed to be a movie star, for heaven''s sake. Holding a woman''s leg and not letting go in public, have some shame!"

    Ynda, with one leg in Cassius''s grip, hopped on the other.

    She tried elbowing Cassius in the back, but he dodged again, quickly securing both her hands and pushing her forward.

    Ynda struggled and resisted, but Cassius neutralized every move.

    Ynda then realized, this guy must''ve gone somewhere to level up hisbat skills.

    Before, she could hold her own

    against Cassius with her moves, neither of them getting the upper hand, but how with Cassius''s sudden improvement, the physical difference between men and women became ringly obvious.

    She found herselfpletely overpowered.

    Cassius maneuvered Ynda into the elevator.

    To Ynda, Lizetta was like family, and if Remington was rough with Ynda, Lizetta would only resent him more. Ynda, the fierce tiger mom, would only get more

    ferecious.

    Cassius, looking down at Ynda''s red-faced and struggling form, thought to himself, Remington, this is as far as I go for you.

    Back in the room, Lizetta tried to catch some sleep but couldn''t, maybe due to the sudden silence.

    Feeling sore all over, she slowly got out of bed and found herself outside the nursery.

    She looked through the ss at the tiny, soft, adorable babies.

    A young couple was there, looking at their newborn, the husband wrapping his arms around his wife''s shoulders, discussing baby names.

    The woman, noticing Lizetta, smiled and asked, "How old is your baby? Which one is yours? My daughter is the one over there, punching the air..." She stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the tear streaks on Lizetta''s face.

    The woman was taken aback, her husband sensing the tension, shook his head at her, signaling to leave quietly.

    Lizetta stood there, motionless, until a warm and broad palm reached from behind, covering her eyes.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

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    Lizetta froze for a moment, then with a sudden burst of energy, she turned and shoved the person behind her, her voice full of emotion as sheshed out.

    "I told you not to touch me! Save your pathetic concern!"

    When she needed him most, his care and protection were always missing.

    His concern afterward was always too little, toote.

    "Liz... don''t be like this, it''s me."

    As her vision blurred with tears, she heard a man''s voice and forcefully wiped away her tears to look up.

    Standing a short distance away was a man, tall and schrly with silver-rimmed sses, looking concerned.

    It wasn''t Remington, but Hogan.

    Lizetta froze for a moment, then quickly turned her face away, embarrassed. She wanted to wipe her face, but Hogan stepped forward and offered her a handkerchief. Lizetta hesitated, then took it and quickly dabbed at her face. Knowing her embarrassment, Hogan spoke first.

    "Liz, I''m sorry, I just finished back-to-back surgeries and only just heard what happened..."N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    He sighed softly, extending his hand, "Let me help you back to your room."

    Lizetta looked up, her expression back to normal, and shook her head with a smile.

    "It''s okay, I can walk on my own."

    But as she took a step, her legs gave way, nearly causing her to fall.

    Hogan swiftly caught her, and at that moment, a familiar female voice rang out.

    "Liz? What''s going on here..."

    Hearing the voice, Lizetta''s eyes filled with disdain.

    She looked up and sure enough, it was Ste.

    Ste, dressed in a red dress suit with a ck silk scarf tied around her neck, her makeup bright and vibrant, stood a few steps away with a servant by her side.

    Her gaze lingered on Lizetta and Hogan, loaded with insinuation.

    As if using Lizetta of impropriety.

    Lizetta coolly withdrew her gaze, "Let''s go, senior brother."

    But Ste blocked their way, "Liz, don''t rush off. Won''t you introduce me to this gentleman by your side?"

    "No need."

    Lizetta responded coldly, stepping aside.

    But Ste moved again, blocking her path.

    "Liz, you might not know, but Evelina

    also gave birth that night, a boy, through C-section. He was

    premature and too small, so he was transferred here, right in this e

    swnevel

    incubator. Let me take you to see him."

    Ste said, grabbing Lizetta''s hand without waiting for a response.

    Lizetta had asked Remington before if Evelina had given birth.

    The man had answered, indeed, a baby boy was born safely.

    Thinking of her own Daisy, also a boy, but not so fortunate, Lizetta felt as though her heart was being torn apart. She felt her pain turn into hatred, forcefully pulling her hand away from Ste.

    "Get lost!"

    "Ah." Ste eximed, stumbling back, leaning against the wall but looking at Lizetta with shocked, tearful eyes.

    "Liz, I meant well. You lost your baby,

    maybe holding another little one could be afort. Or are you still upset about Remington going to Lanson that night?

    I''m sorry, calling

    I who insisted on

    Wonton over that night. If I

    had known something like

    happen, I certainly..

    Lizetta''s emotions were at a breaking point, listening to Ste''s endless prattle.

    It felt like a swarm of flies buzzing around her, and with all her might, she pped Ste across the face.

    Smack!

    The sound of the p echoed down the hallway.

    Ste, clutching her face, fell to the ground with a clear handprint on her cheek.

    "Lizetta, I was just trying to help, to exin, how could you..."

    Lizetta''s fingers trembled; she had no more words to waste on Ste.

    She didn''t want to see Ste''s drama. Clenching her fist, without another nce, Lizetta walked away.

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    Ste was helped to her feet by a maid, still wanting to argue, but Hogan raised his hand to stop her.

    "Ms. West, I''ve recorded everything you just said. Whether you meant well or were trying to provoke, should I y it for Mr. Dashiell and let him decide?"

    Ste froze, her gaze shifting to the smartphone in Hogan''s hand, her face paling.

    Back in the hospital room, Hogan poured Lizetta a ss of water, noticing the slight redness around her eyes.

    "You''re still in your postpartum recovery. You shouldn''t be crying," he gently admonished.

    Lizetta took a sip of water, "I know, brother. I''ll try to control it."

    Hogan didn''t press further, instead steering the conversation to lighter topics. He mentioned Dories and the possibility of going abroad, asking Lizetta about her future ns.

    "Liz, Master Dories has finished his world tour and returned to teaching. You''ve kept in touch, haven''t you?"

    Indeed, Lizetta had been sending her dance videos to Dories'' email.

    Dories would reply now and then, always encouraging and looking forward to the day she would join him abroad.

    Lizetta had nned to continue her studies abroad once the baby was a bit older. But now, with the sudden loss, she found it hard to even contemte the future.

    "Liz, consider studying abroad. A change of scenery could help you move past everything that''s happened in Zion City. Your stage is out there waiting. If you decide, I''ll help you make arrangements..." He spoke with genuine concern, but Lizetta interrupted him.

    "Thank you, brother. I''ll think about it."

    But her heart wasn''t in it. She felt as if her Daisy was still here. Leaving Zion City meant leaving every trace of her baby behind.

    Hogan, peeling a lychee, paused, sensing her reluctance.

    He looked up, his eyes hidden

    the reflection on his sses

    to ask if her hesitance

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    But before he could, Lizetta turned to him.

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    "Brother, I''d like to transfer to your hospital. Are there any beds avable?"

    Lizetta no longer wanted to stay in this hospital, with the Wests and all the memories. She needed a fresh start.

    "I''ll check for you," Hogan said, handing her the peeled lychee, a soft smile on his face.

    Lizetta took the lychee, "Thank you, brother. If it''s not too much trouble, I''d like to transfer as soon as possible."

    Hogan nodded, stood up, and quickly left with his phone. He returned shortly after.

    "Liz, everything''s arranged. I''ll handle your

    Call discharge paperwork. I''ve

    nurse to help you

    r will be here any Pacel

    and

    Lizetta nodded, and soon a nurse came in to help her get ready, putting on a hat and a trench coat for her.

    Supported by the nurse, Lizetta made her way downstairs where a minivan was waiting right outside the hospital.

    The driver got out, took the bags, and said, "Ms. Gardenia? Please, get in."

    The nurse helped Lizetta to the car, and the driver opened the door for her. Lizetta, head bowed, climbed into the vehicle.

    As the door shut and the driverContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    returned to his seat, Lizetta leaned back, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. But then, a familiar scent in the car made her eyes snap open.

    As she turned to look at the back seat, a deep, somber voice from behind her filled the space.

    "Liz, where are you nning to go now?"

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    Lizetta felt a chill down her spine, her heart stopping for a moment as she heard that voice.

    Slowly, she turned her head and saw the man sitting in the back of the car.

    Remington was still in his hospital gown, his handsome features a bit pale, making his deep-set eyes appear even darker and more unfathomable.

    "Ah!"

    Lizetta pressed a hand against her chest, letting out an involuntary gasp.

    The man''s expression changed the moment he saw her, his heart skipping a beat.

    He knocked down the chair next to him and reached out to scoop up Lizetta, who was still in shock.

    Falling into his embrace, Lizetta couldn''t find any sense of familiarity or warmth, only a spine-chilling fear.

    "Let me go! I want to get out of here!"

    She struggled, reaching for the door.

    Remington caught her iling hand, forcibly separating her fingers to interlock them with his.

    His voice was low in her ear, "Are you afraid of me?"

    Held in his arms, her hands were icy cold, her body trembling slightly.

    And the moment she realized he was in the car, the paleness of her face had also pierced Remington''s eyes.

    "Yes, can''t I be afraid of you? Remington, you''re like a nightmare, a devil!"

    Lizetta clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment.

    She didn''t understand, after everything, what was Remington still clinging to?

    "Heh, I''m the devil? Then who''s your hero? Him?"

    Remington suddenly grasped Lizetta''s delicate chin, forcing her to turn her head.

    Through the car window, Hogan, looking anxious, rushed out of the hospital building.

    By his side was the nurse who had helped Lizetta out earlier, pointing in their direction as Hogan looked over.

    Clearly, he had realized she had been intercepted by Remington, the bastard.

    Lizetta bit her lip, focusing intently outside the window, hoping Hogan woulde after her.

    But before her gaze could meetN?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Hogan''s, the hand holding her

    tightened slightly, turning her ch

    back towards him.

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    She was forced to look up into his deep eyes.

    "Still hoping he''lle to take you away? Or are you hoping for Jerome, who saved you?"

    Lizetta coldly met his gaze, "It doesn''t matter who, as long as it''s not you."

    No longer hoping for his presence, even fearing and rejecting it.

    In her heart, without knowing when, he had changed from a savior to an aggressor. Lizetta''s words were like fine needles, causing a stifling pain in Remington''s chest.

    He clenched his jaw but held her even tighter, his voice cold.

    "Too bad, it doesn''t matter who you think of, I''m not letting go!"

    "Sir, someone''s catching up from behind," the driver suddenly spoke.

    Lizetta instinctively turned to look back, a glimmer of hope igniting in her heart.

    But this action only agitated Remington, who forcefully pressed face back into his embrace, his

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    "Lose them."

    "Sir, you and your wife, please hold on."

    The driver immediately elerated with

    trappington tightening his a

    trapping Lizetta in his embrace.

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    As the car sped around corners, Lizetta felt securely held in his arms, yet all she felt was annoyance.

    Before long, the car steadied, presumably having lost the pursuing vehicle.

    Remington slightly loosened his grip, looking down at Lizetta with a softer tone.

    "Are you feeling alright? Want some water?"

    Lizetta didn''t want to drink; she wanted to spit in his face.

    She turned her head away, her brows furrowed tightly, her whole being radiating resistance.

    Nheless, Remington took a thermos, unscrewed it, and brought it to Lizetta''s lips.

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    "Here, try this homemade red date and angelica soup. It''s just the right temperature and sweet. Have a sip."

    Lizetta had been constantly nagged by him to eat, and it was driving her nuts.

    She reached out, intending to snatch the thermos from him to ssh the soup right in his face that seemed to beam with affection.

    But Remington was clearly prepared. No matter how hard Lizetta tried, she couldn''t wrestle the thermos away from his firm grip.

    Frustrated, Lizetta looked up, ready to hurl insults, but Remington took a sip from the thermos and then leaned down to kiss her, forcing the soup into her mouth.

    Lizetta''s eyes widened in shock, refusing to swallow.

    With a gentle press under her chin from his hand, she found herself swallowing against her will.

    The soup was meant to be sweet, but all she could taste was bitterness.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    "Stop the car! I''m going to be sick."

    Lizetta wiped her mouth forcefully, her face full of disgust.

    Remington''s vein on his temple throbbed as he pinched her chin and fed her another mouthful.

    Looking at her flushed face, whether from anger or difort, he coldly wiped the corner of her lips and said, "You''re recovering from childbirth. You can''t go outside and catch a cold. If you really need to throw up, do it in the car. I don''t mind."

    Saying so, he actually leaned over to hand her the car''s trash can hanging on the door beside them.

    The next moment, Lizetta was indeed vomiting into the trash can.

    At that instant, Remington''s face turned even paler, almost ashen.

    Clearly, he thought she was doing it just to spite him.

    But the reality that she was genuinely sick was something he couldn''t bear, casting a shadow of defeat and despair over his handsome face.

    Lizetta, feeling empty, eventually stopped and tried to move away from Remington''sp, and this time, he didn''t stop her.

    Leaning against the car door, she rinsed her mouth and wiped her face with a tissue, breathing weakly.

    It was then that Remington''s husky voice filled the car.

    "Do you really despise me that much?"

    Lizetta looked up at him. Even d in an oversized hospital gown, his dignity and attractiveness were undiminished. He was still the man she once adored, but now, even as someone who used to be swayed by looks, she felt nothing.

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    With a mocking twist of her lips, she said, "You saw it yourself. Physical revulsion is uncontroble. I''m really sorry."

    Lizetta said so, but in truth, she was feeling weak and dizzy from the drive.

    But she wanted Remington to think that, to avoid him using the same tactics on her again.

    As expected, Remington turned his head away, no longer looking at her.

    Lizetta knew that the prideful Mr. Dashiell''s ego was severely bruised.

    But did she care anymore?

    As she gazed out the window at the increasingly unfamiliar streets, she still attempted to negotiate with him.

    Because, apart from that, she was out of options.

    "Mr. Dashiell, we''re already divorced,

    and Daisy... she''s gone. Parting

    ways

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    is the best oue for us. Do you really want to make me hate you more?" ¨¦n.swnovels

    Remington clenched his jaw, his previous words echoing in his mind.

    He''d rather have her hate him than feel nothing at all towards him.

    But deep down, he knew he couldn''t bear her hatred.

    However, he also knew that letting go now meant losing her forever. After a long pause, he turned back to face Lizetta, his voice hoarse.

    "Seeing you so frail, I can''t let go. better, recover fully from your

    childbirth. Once you''repleet I''ll let you go

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    Lizetta felt like her head was about to explode as she tried to calm the storm in her chest.

    "Staying in bed rest for a month, really? And what''s next? You''ll tell me I need two months? A ''double confinement"?"

    She couldn''t help but wonder if her recovery was just a matter of his say-so, even after a so-called double confinement.

    Remington looked at her with a deep gaze. "I''m not that despicable."

    Lizetta scoffed coldly, clearly thinking he had a skewed perception of himself.

    "We''re divorced, we have nothing to do with each other now. Keeping me locked up is imprisonment and illegal. You can''t keep me here forever. I''ll call the police..."

    Before Lizetta could finish, Remington handed her a cell phone, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

    "So, you want to call the cops? Go ahead."

    Lizettaughed out of frustration, wondering if he thought she wouldn''t dare.

    She snatched the phone and dialed 911 without hesitation.

    To her surprise, the dispatcher on the other end was quite patient, asking for details about her situation.

    "Please, hurry," she urged.

    But then there was silence before the dispatcher asked, "Ma''am, you''re saying you were abducted from the hospital, and the person who abducted you is right there, letting you call the police?" "Yes, I..."

    "And what''s the name of the person who abducted you? You know him?"

    "Remington."

    The line went dead silent for a moment before the voice returned.

    "Remington? From the Dashiell Group?"

    "Yes."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    "Ma''am, filing a false police report is a criminal offense."

    "I didn''t..."

    "We suggest you cut down on the trashy novels and fantasies."

    The call ended abruptly, leaving Lizetta on the verge of tears, phone in hand.

    She tossed the phone back to Remington and turned away, sulking and staring out the window.

    However, it seemed the dispatcher

    did eventually verify her call, because within five minutes, Remington received a call from the police chief, managing to smooth things over with a few words.

    s

    Lizetta listened in silence, a sense of

    destion settling over her.

    Remington might wield immense

    power, but that power couldn''t

    protect her Daisy.

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    After hanging up, Remington tried to console her with a softer tone, "Take care of yourself. You have my word."

    "The sight of you only depresses me! How am I supposed to heal?" Lizetta retorted bitterly.

    Remington stiffened, then replied coldly, "Then force yourself to get better, or prepare to stay by my side forever."

    Lizetta was speechless, giving up on any further attempts tomunicate.

    When the car stopped, Remington wrapped her in a cashmere nket, covering her head and face, and carried her out of the car.

    It was only when she was settled in

    a room, not Oakridge Heights but somewhere unfamiliar, that she realized she wasn''t in any vi recognized. s

    she

    A private doctor came in to check on Lizetta and started an IV drip.

    But as soon as the doctor left, Remington found the IV needle discarded and Lizetta''s hand bleeding, the back of her hand bruised and bloody.

    His expression changed as he approached her with a cold breeze, sitting on the bed to take her bleeding hand.

    "Lizetta! Have you lost your mind? Using this method against me?"

    He barked angrily, calling for a nurse and pressing a cotton swab against the wound to stop the bleeding.

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    Lizetta leaned emotionlessly against the headboard, her gaze icy as she observed his frustration and anxiety. She felt no thrill of revenge, just an overwhelming numbness. "Remington, isn''t this what you wanted? You''ve been pushing me to the edge. I wish I could lose my mind so I wouldn''t have to deal with you anymore."

    Her voice was t, devoid of emotion, sending shivers down his spine. His face turned pale, cold sweat lining his handsome features. He thought bitterly of her ruthlessness. She knew he cared about her, yet she used herself as a weapon against him. Her disdain for his love and her trampling on his feelings were evident.

    Remington''s handsome face darkened, and after a moment, he suddenly grasped her wrist, his gaze piercing as he said coldly, "Lizetta, Hans is dead, but the people behind Hans are still out there. If you want to avenge Daisy, you''ll have to stay right here, by my side!"

    Lizetta was unaware of Hans''s death. She thought she had been saved, that Nelson had called the cops and Hans had been arrested. Blinking, a sharp, resentful light ignited in her dull eyes as she stared at Remington.

    "What do you mean?" Her voice trembled with hatred. Engulfed in the grief of losing her baby and the guilt of her misjudgments, she hadn''t had the time to think it all through. She had believed Hans, fearing another jail term, had attempted to kidnap her for ransom. But now, it seemed impossible for Hans to have orchestrated such an borate n alone.

    "Was there a signal jammer in the car that night, and that call from the hospital about my brother being critically ill..."Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Lizetta remembered trying to

    contact Remington from the car, but

    the call wouldn''t go through. She

    had thought it was due to bad weather, but once she escaped the car, Remington''s call came through. Clearly, the signal had been jammed, and that nurse''s call... Hans must have been waiting to make his move; that call couldn''t have been made by him. s

    "Was it the West family? It had to be the Wests, right?"

    Lizetta gripped Remington''s arm tightly, rage filling her eyes. The West family hated her, med her for blocking Ste''s path, and for Barbara''s death because of her. Ine Luminesia, they had failed, so they plotted a more sinister kidnapping, using someone else to do their dirty work. That night, coincidentally, Ste had called Remington out to the outskirts. Other than the West family, she couldn''t think of anyone else.

    s

    Seeing Ste at the hospital nursery today, Lizetta regretted not acting sooner. She shouldn''t have just pped Ste; she should have stabbed her!

    "Ste! She even wore a festive red today, unting her victory in front of me!"

    Lizetta trembled with emotion,

    utterly distraught. Remington hadn''t wanted to tell her all this, knowing her fragile state wasn''t suited for such emotional turmoil. But her apathetic, self-loathing demeanor worried him. He thought if hatred could ignite her will to fight, to care for herself, then let her hate. He thought, at least they shared the same enemy, the same hatred.

    s

    But then Lizetta suddenly pushed him away, her eyes filled with sorrow and suspicion as she murmured, "How foolish of me to ask you, if it really was the West family, you''d probably just cover for them."

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    Remington stiffened, staring at the woman whose face was a mix of skepticism and mockery, anger clouding his vision.

    "I didn''t! How could I ever protect the person who harmed my wife and child?"

    But Lizetta only scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

    "Haven''t you done it before? When Evelina caused trouble, one tear from Ste and you let Evelina''s child stay. Luna wreaked havoc, and a call from Ste made you back down every time. Remington, if you hadn''t left that night, maybe... maybe Hans wouldn''t have had the chance."

    Evelina had caused her trouble time and again, even ruining the wedding, leading to years of misunderstandings between them, and was responsible for Ynda''s tragic fate at the ceremony. Remington had promised to take action against Evelina, yet in the end?

    And these days, Remington often spent the nights outside Pine Vi, sometimes staying for a while, sometimes until dawn.

    Lizetta knew, deep down, she couldn''t help but wonder, if Remington hadn''t protected Evelina, if he hadn''t gone out to the countryside that night. If he had stayed outside, would Daisy still be safe? "Remington, Daisy is gone, I am to me, and so are you!"

    Lizetta''s eyes, red with emotion, bore into Remington, her voice a mix of pain and usation. She feared that if the West family was involved, he would show mercy again.

    "I know! It''s my fault for not protecting you all!"

    Remington''s voice was hoarse as he touched Lizetta''s eyes, trying to soothe the hatred there, his face pale. But Lizetta suddenly grabbed Remington''s hand from her

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    "No! You don''t understand! You don''t know how sweet and smart Daisy was. From the moment she was with me, she hardly troubled me, only asionally showing signs of early pregnancy, as if to let me know she was there but didn''t want to make me ufortable. I dyed my prenatal check-ups, but she grew healthy and strong, never causing me worry. When I was sad, she seemed to feel it too,forting me in her way. After I could feel her movements, every time I called her, she would respond. She even had a talent for music; when I yed

    prenatal music, she would kick along

    with the rhythm..."

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    Lizetta spoke with a tender smile, yet tears silently fell. Remington''s hand, pressed against her belly, felt cold sweat, trembling slightly. "Liz, please stop talking."

    "Why should stop? Daisy loved you,

    her father. That time you went to Luminesia, couldn''t sleep well for nights, it was as if she sensed you reminding me. And the other day, when you parked outside, Daisy was especially well-behaved..." s

    Remington''s breath grew heavy, his heart as if torn to shreds by her words. Suddenly, he barked, "Lizetta! I said stop!"

    He pulled his hand free, wrapping her in his arms, his voice a whisper against her hair.

    "We don''t need to talk about it anymore..."

    His eyes closed in pain, filled with regret. It wasn''t that he was tired of her reminders, but her repeating them hurt her too, physically and emotionally. She probably didn''t realize she was shaking. But Remington''s attempt to calm her only made Lizetta more agitated. She struggled fiercely in his embrace, her voice rising in desperation.

    "Remington, where did you put Daisy''s ultrasound? Can you bear to look at it again? Can you?!"

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    Lizetta''s voice grew increasingly shrill as she tore at Remington''s clothes, frantically pping him.

    Her cries alerted the doctor outside, and the door was pushed open.

    Remington held the woman tight, urging the doctor, "She''s lost it!"

    Remington was worried Lizetta would end up hurting herself if this continued.

    The doctor quickly stepped forward, administering a sedative to Lizetta.

    Soon, Lizetta''s body went limp, as if someone had hit the pause button on the world, copsing powerlessly into Remington''s arms.

    "Liz, I swear we''ll get justice for our little Daisy, you have to believe me..."

    The man gentlyid her on the bed, carefully arranging her disheveled hair, his voice distant as if muffled by clouds.

    But Lizetta couldn''t feel the trust anymore, her eyes hollow as she stared at the ceiling.

    He''d promised her so much; could she still believe in him?

    "Liz, stop torturing yourself like this. Daisy was such a sweet child; he wouldn''t want to see his mom suffering over him like this, nor would he want to see his parents at each other''s throats..."

    Was that so?

    No, it was all excuses.

    She wanted to fight back, but her consciousness was fading, sinking into darkness. Just before losing consciousness, she finally looked at him.

    Her lips moved slightly, her voice barely a whisper.

    But Remington caught her words, "Remington, I will never forgive you..."Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Lizetta closed her eyes, a single tear trailing down her pale cheek into her hair.

    The doctor and nurse had already left, but Remington sat by the bed for a long time.

    He left the bedroom, returning to his study, and sat down behind his desk, slowly pulling out a neatly folded ultrasound picture from his suit pocket.

    The edges of the picture were frayed from being handled so often. He used to open it frequently, finding sce in it whenever he felt tired.

    But since Daisy''s incident, he hadn''t dared to look at it.

    Lizetta was right; he was afraid.

    Remington, of all people, had something he feared, losing even the courage to look at the picture.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell..."

    Knocks on the door followed by Ray''s voice interrupted his thoughts.

    Remington quickly hid his emotions, sliding the ultrasound picture into a drawer.

    "Go ahead."

    Ray stepped forward, cing a file on the desk.

    "We''ve found the fake nurse who made the call from the nursing station. This is the guy, judging from his physique and posture, a short and skinny man. Likely the same person who twice provided financial support to Hans. His hideout was discovered, but it''s already been cleared out. It''ll take some more time to find him..."

    Ray continued, handing over another file with surveince and dashcam footage.

    "The car was indeed fitted with a

    mini signal jammer. We''ve checked all individuals who approached the car. It was this elderly man; he seemed t

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    to have attached the

    jammer under the car while

    pretending to help a child who had

    fallen near it.

    Ansel, who checked the car briefly, overlooked it because the elderly man was with a toddler, a sight Ansel had seen before in the neighborhood, and he let his guard down..." "Have they been found?" Remington picked up the papers, scanning them.

    Ray replied, "The man was a resident in the neighborhood, fell into huge debt after an investment failure. His wife had left for Celestia the evening before the incident. We''ve sent people after them."

    Remington''s expression darkened.

    Clearly, the mastermind had been cautious, preparing well in advance for any moves Remington might make.

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    Here''s the revised trantion:

    "Where''s the truck?"

    "The truck had fake tes, and that model is everywhere. It''s like looking for a needle in a haystack. Luckily, Mr. Remington Dashiell managed to get a rough location of where Hans was hiding and picked up the vehicle from Hans himself. We''re stillbing through the neighborhood''s surveince footage. The area''s mostly factories, but we should be narrowing it down soon. It''s just..."

    Ray hesitated, and Remington''s brows furrowed, his piercing gaze sweeping over.

    Ray continued, "It seems like we haven''t found any properties owned by the West family there."

    Clearly, this was not the oue they had hoped for.

    Remington suddenly crumpled the paper in his hand.

    If all these leads turned up nothing, they''d have to pin their hopes on the bait they''d left at the hospital to catch a big fish. Remington had kept Hans'' death a secret, setting a trap and purposely blowing up in front of Martin West and his daughter.

    He wanted to spook them, make the Wests think Hans had spilled some vital information. If they lost their cool, they''d take the bait.

    So far, though, the people keeping tabs on the West family hadn''t noticed any unusual activity.

    "By the way, this is the surveince footage from outside the hospital nursery that Mr. Remington Dashiell asked me to pull up.'' Ray handed the tablet to Remington.

    After hearing about the conflict between Lizetta and Ste outside the nursery, Remington had asked Ray to check the surveince footage. He opened the video to see Ste in a bright red dress, looking morous as she walked up to Lizetta with a maid, stopping her repeatedly. A cold light flickered in Remington''s eyes as he ordered, "I don''t want to see them at Dashiell Hospital ever again!"

    Was he kicking the Wests out of the hospital?

    Ray sighed, thinking the Wests had probably burned theirst bridges this time.

    Mr. Remington Dashiell was throwing all semnce of cordiality out the window.

    "Alright, but the Wests might not go quietly..."Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Just then, Remington''s phone rang.

    It was Fiona, and Remington massaged his temples before answering.

    "You scoundrel, where have you taken Liz?! Have you lost your mind?"

    "Grandma, where are you?"

    "I''m at the hospital, in the ward, of course. You better bring Liz back here! Do you hear me?"

    Fiona was furious. When she hade to see Lizetta earlier, Lizetta was still unconscious.

    The loss of her great-grandchild had hit the olddy hard, and she was in a bad state, so Remington had someone take her home.

    Once she felt a bit better, she

    returned to the hospital to see

    Lizetta only to find the ward empt

    vonovel

    The doctors and nurses were all evasive.

    Fiona knew right away that Remington was behind it.

    "Grandma, I''ll take good care of her. The hospital is noisy, and she prefers to recuperate at my ce. I won''t send her back..."

    "You scoundrel, speaking such highfalutin nonsense. Do you even believe what you''re saying?!"

    Fiona cursed, cutting off Remington''s words, and through the phone, the sound of her cane thumping on the ground could be heard. Remington said sternly, "Grandma, please don''t interfere. I have a n."

    He was about to hang up when Fiona said shakily, "Remington, Liz is

    every sensitive and fragile from

    everything that''s happened. If you push her too far, and she ends up with postpartum depression or worse, will you be able to live with yourself? Think about your mother..."

    Hanna had suffered from

    postpartum depression and almost smothered Remington in his crib. She had been unstable for years, never fully recovering.

    Remington couldn''t bear the thought of Lizetta turning into someone like Hanna.

    The image of Lizetta, struggling and screaming earlier, shed before his eyes, and his jaw clenched tight.

    Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his brow bone and stinging his eyes.

    But then, he remembered how Lizetta looked when she smiled, her vibrant energy when she danced.

    She was so lively, gentle, and naive. How could she ever be like Hanna?

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    She was still trapped in the throes of grief after losing her child.

    He just wanted to be there for her, to help her through it.

    "No! Grandma, you''re overthinking it. She wouldn''t do that. Postpartum depression needs love and support, and I''m here for her. She wants to stay here. She''s asleep now, but when she wakes up, you can ask her yourself."

    "You bring Liz back here, or I''m not leaving this spot!" Grandma demanded, but Remington simply hung up on her the next second.

    Fiona went pale, while Tina quickly tried to console her, helping Grandma back onto the hospital bed.

    "What''s the use in being stubborn now after all this? It''s just making things worse!"

    On the top floor of the hospital, Martin was practicing tai chi by the floor-to-ceiling windows, while Ste sat on a couch nearby, applying ointment to her neck, which bore the clear marks of Remington''s grip, likely from burst capiries, causing a stinging pain.

    "Remington''s been so harsh because of that woman, Lizetta. Dad, do you think he''ll even want to marry me now?"

    She put down the mirror, looking towards Martin.

    Martin chuckled, "He''s just lost a child; it''s normal to be filled with hatred now. But men are selfish, fickle creatures. They can handle a woman''s tantrums temporarily but not in the long run. Once he and Lizetta are fully over, you just need to be kind and understanding, fill the void. With the passionate memories of your youth, you''ll have him in the palm of your hand soon enough."

    Ste''s heart fluttered at his words, a dreamy smile spreading across her face.

    Martin looked at her dismissively, "What, you''re actually in love with him?"

    Ste turned, meeting Martin''s intense gaze, her face turning pale as she shook her head.

    "How could I be, Dad? I always remember, he''s the reason my brother and mom are gone! How could such a man deserve happiness?"

    Martin stared at Ste, nomittal, just as the door to the hospital room burst open.

    The lead doctor came in, followed by staff. Martin ceased his tai chi, smiling inquiringly as the doctor spoke up.

    "Mr. and Miss West, please proceed with the discharge formalities and leave the hospital immediately."

    "What do you mean?" Ste stood up.

    "It means Mr. West is fit for

    discharge, and there''s no need to stay in the hospital. As for the West family''s young master, he needs urgent heart surgery. Unfortunately, our specialist for such surgeries has just left the country for an exchange program and won''t be back soon. To not dy treatment, we advise you to transfer hospitals as quickly as possible. Please, make your arrangements to leave."

    The doctor left, his attitude starkly different from before.

    Not to mention Martin''s condition, Evelina''s premature baby indeed had a congenital heart defect that required Constant monitoring in an incubator. Suddenly iming the doctor had left the country seemed too convenient, a clear sign they were being pushed out.

    And Dashiell Hospital being the most prestigious private facility in Zion City, where the elite and wealthy Received care, being ejected like this would soon be the talk of the town, showcasing the West family''s fall from grace with the Dashiell family.

    How could this be happening?

    Ste, in a panic, chased after the doctor, "Dr. Isaac, is this Remington''s doing? This is neglect! We could file aint!"

    "Miss West, feel free to do so."Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    The doctor left swiftly, not even looking back.

    Nurses began to clear the room, forcibly making space.

    Ste was livid, but within half an hour, she and Martin were embarrassingly escorted out of the hospital.

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    Ste and Martin trudged out of the hospital, their spirits low, just as Remington''s SUV pulled up to the curb.

    As the car door swung open and Remington''s tall figure emerged, Ste rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears.

    "Remington, is it true? Did you really order us to leave the hospital? Tell me it isn''t so. I can''t believe you''d be this cruel to me. Just now, a nurse shoved me. Look, I even fell and hurt myself..."

    Ste reached out, grabbing Remington''s arm. Indeed, she had fallen, scraping her hand on the ground until it bled.

    Remington used to show a flicker of pity at the sight of her injuries, a mix ofpassion and guilt. But this time, his gaze shifted over her injured hand, and Ste saw something in his eyes she hadn''t seen before: revulsion.

    It was a look she knew all too well, the kind people have when they see something utterly repulsive. And this time, Remington''s gaze held even more disdain.

    Ste froze, her face paling, her grip stiffening.

    Above her, Remington''s voice was cold and detached, "Ste, you''ve yed this card too many times. It''s lost its effect."

    Looking up, Ste met Remington''s icy, mocking gaze. With a swift gesture, he shook her off, causing her to stumble backward, nearly falling.

    It dawned on her that Remington had always seen through her little schemes; he had just chosen to remember their past bond, to indulge her. But now, it seemed he truly didn''t care anymore.

    Martin stepped forward, supporting Ste, his voiceced with suppressed anger.

    "Remington, after all these years of friendship between our families... You and Quinn grew up together, like brothers. Ste has gone through hell for you. Even if you''re grieving and suspicious of everything, it''s unfair to pin baseless usations on the West family."

    "Yeah, Remington, if the Wests were really involved, why would I have called you that night to get you out? Wouldn''t that be like asking for suspicion?" Ste chimed in

    desperate to clear their name.

    Remington''s gaze on Martin was heavy, almost crushing. "Whether it''s baseless or not, Chairman West knows the truth."

    With that, he brushed past Martin and headed into the hospital.

    Martin, too, got into the car with Ste, tapping his fingers on his knee. "Not even calling me godfather anymore. Seems he''s really convinced it was the Wests. What a shame..."

    Upon reaching the upstairs ward, Remington pushed open the door, and voices spilled out.

    "Crush some vitamin C tablets and sprinkle them on his shrimp. Poison him that way."

    "Serve him celery and rabbit every day, make him lose all his hair!"

    The voices belonged to Fiona and Mrs. Bernice Madden, clearly plotting against someone - undoubtedly him.

    Nelson''s voice joined in. "All bad ideas. We should feed him pears and duck; it''s terrible for the kidneys. What do you think, Jerome?"

    Jerome, seated on a couch across

    the room, looked up as Remington

    entered. Hearing this,

    "No need to go through all that trouble Gramma. I can get

    hands on some glyphosate, gne bottle should do the trick, right Mr. Dashiell?"

    Jerome''s eyes met Remington''s as he fully entered the room.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    "Where''s Lizetta? You big meanie, where have you hidden her?" Mrs. Bernice Madden immediately stood up, ready tosh out at Remington for not bringing Lizetta with him, but Nelson held her back.

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    Remington nodded at the Maddens as a way of greeting and said, "I hope the gift was received well. Thank you for visiting Liz. Once she''s fully recovered, we''lle over and thank you properly." He had prepared a generous gift and had Cedric deliver it today to the Maddens'' home at Maple Cottage in Zion City.

    "We don''t want your silly gift. I want to see Elsa," Mrs. Bernice Madden said impatiently.

    Fiona also spoke up firmly, "Remington, where have you taken Liz? Must you be so stubborn?"

    It was Fiona Dashiell who dered she wouldn''t leave the hospital until Lizetta was returned, forcing Remington toe. Yet, even so, Remington hadn''t brought Lizetta back with him.

    He approached the bedside, supporting Fiona, and said, "Grandma, Liz is really okay, she''s just asleep. See for yourself." Remington pulled out his phone and showed them a photo.

    Lizetta was lying in bed, looking peaceful in her sleep.

    It was a picture Remington took right before he left.

    Fiona frowned at the picture then showed it to Mrs. Bernice Madden, who then demanded of Remington, "Let me call Liz."

    "Grandma, I told you, Liz is asleep."

    His stance was clear; he intended to keep Lizetta hidden, and no one could persuade him otherwise.

    Fiona knew Remington well; even if she scolded him severely, it wouldn''t make a difference.

    Years ago, when Remington refused to marry Lizetta, she had given him a thorough beating, leaving his back covered in bruises until he agreed to the marriage.

    But deep down, Fiona knew it was because Remington was willing, otherwise, no amount of scolding would have worked.

    Fiona sighed, out of options.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, after seeing the photo and being persuaded by Nelson, reluctantly epted the fact they couldn''t see Lizetta.

    They said their goodbyes to Fiona, and Jerome helped Mrs. Bernice Madden out of the room, with the assistant carrying a bag over.

    Jerome handed the bag to

    Saying

    Remington saying, "With the Fourth of July around the corner, here are some homemade scented sachets and apple pies my grandma made. You wouldn''t mind passing them to Mr. Dashiell, would you?"

    "Of course, I''ll ept them on behalf of Liz, and thank Mrs. Bernice Madden for me."

    Remington took the bag, and Jerome nodded before turning to leave.

    In the car, Nelsonmented, "Remington is a good man in many ways, but his controlling nature towards his wife..."

    Jerome tapped the steering wheel lightly, deep in thought.

    He remembered the investigation. report on Lizetta he received that morning, revealing that Lizetta wasn''t actually a child of the Gardenia family. It was only after Hans kidnapped Lizetta that he learned this fact and had someone dig deeper, only to find a curious detail.

    Lizetta''s official birthdate didn''t match her actual birthdate, but she shared the exact birthdate with Andrea.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Years ago, his Aunt Elsa had taken him to Zion City for a chess tournament when an ident led to Elsa giving birth to Andrea prematurely in a small local hospital.

    Unfortunately, due to a mix-up at the

    hospital, the Hawthorne family and the Gardenia family took home the wrong babies. To protect Evelina, the Hawthorne family had altered Lizetta''s birth records.

    The investigation didn''t reveal the hospital where Lizetta was born.

    His visit today had been to rify some facts with Lizetta, but Remington had taken her away.

    "Jerome? What are you thinking about?" Nelson''s voice suddenly brought Jerome back to the present, and he turned to face him.

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    "Thinking about the contract stuff."

    It was just a hunch he had, but Jerome hesitated for a moment, choosing not to voice it out loud.

    Nelson, with a serious tone, reminded, "When ites to work, think about work. But when you''re looking for someone for Andrea, don''t just consider their capabilities. The key is to find someone who knows how to cherish her, not someone like Remington. That''s a definite no-go."

    "Grandpa''s right," Jerome said, a slight smile ying on his lips.

    "Ah, poor Liz. It''s strange, though, I feel just as upset when she''s mistreated as I do when Andrea is. But at the end of the day, she''s not rted by blood, so it''s not really our ce to interfere too much. If I hadn''t been so sure that your aunt didn''t have twins, and that Andrea was definitely your aunt''s daughter, I''d start wondering if Liz was a part of the Madden family too."

    Nelson sighed again, and Jerome''s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

    That was also his point of confusion. Eight years ago, Mrs. Bernice Madden began to show signs of dementia and started not recognizing people, but she was especially averse to Andrea. Insisting Andrea wasn''t her niece''s child, so Nelson secretly had a DNA test done between Andrea and the Maddens. The results showed no issues. That''s why, when he first saw Lizetta and thought she resembled Elsa, he didn''t think much of it....

    But could it be possible that the DNA test back then was falsified?

    As Jerome pondered, furrowing his brow slightly, Remington had already left the hospital. At his feet was the bag Jerome had given him.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, are you really going to bring these to the missus? Want me to chuck it in the back?" Ray got in the car, following Remington''s gaze to the bag on the floor.

    Remington reached into the bag,

    pulling out the topmost rectangr velvet box. He opened the box to reveal a delicately hand-sewn pink sachet, embroidered with beautiful gardenia patterns. The herbs inside must have been specially selected, exuding a refreshing and subtle fragrance.

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    "Knife." Remington caressed the sachet briefly before extending his hand towards Ray. Ray immediately handed over his pocketknife, and Remington carefully cut open the stitches along the edge of the sachet. Soon, a tiny tracking device was pushed out from the opened seam.

    Ray''s expression darkened, "Clever move, Jerome. Really sneaky!"

    Had Mr. Remington Dashiell not been cautious and discovered this, was Jerome nning to sneak in under the cover of night?

    A flicker of coldness shed in Remington''s eyes as he rolled down the window and tossed the tracker outside. The device rolled into the middle of the street, quickly crushed into pieces by a passing car. Remington handed the torn sachet back to Ray, instructing, "Have someone stitch this up."

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell still ns to give it to the missus, huh?" Jerome was clearly trying to undermine, and Mr. Remington Dashiell was just letting him? No, that''s not right. The missus and Mr. Remington Dashiell are divorced now; she''s not really M. Remington Dashiell''s to worry about anymore.

    "She had a connection with Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden made it for her; she''ll be happy to receive it," Remington said, closing his eyes.

    Ray, holding the sachet, silently

    sighed. He thought, in the past, when Lizetta and Remington had arguments, it was always Fiona who mediated. But now, if the elders are also getting involved, clearly Mr. Madden is winning; after all, they have a grandfather on their side.

    Upon returning to the vi, Remington inquired about Lizetta''s condition. The maid, Cara, smiled, "The missus woke up feeling much better, ate quite a bit at lunch, and went back to sleep not long after. I just checked on her; she''s still asleep."N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Hearing that Lizetta had managed to eat on her own lifted some of the gloom from Remington''s demeanor, his usually furrowed brows rxing slightly.

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    He hurried upstairs, his steps quick with concern, and pushed open the bedroom door.

    But the bed was empty, no sign of Lizetta. His expression shifted to one of worry and confusion. "Liz?"

    He strode into the room, pushing the bathroom door open with urgency, but it was empty too.

    "Liz! Lizetta!"

    Just as Remington was about to call out for help, his gaze swept toward the balcony and he froze in his tracks.

    There, standing on the balcony with a delicate silhouette, was Lizetta. She must have heard his frantic calls, but she didn''t turn around or respond.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    With a tight jaw, Remington quickly stepped outside.

    "You''re supposed to be in postpartum recovery, you shouldn''t be out here in the cold."

    His voice was deep and concerned as he rushed over and scooped Lizetta into his arms.

    She felt lighter than ever, as fragile as a willow fluff in his embrace.

    Lizetta let herself be carried back to bed and tucked in without a word.

    "Don''t run off like that again!" Remington frowned, his worry evident.

    Only then did Lizetta look at him. "What''s next? You''re going to lock me in?"

    A thin smile yed on Remington''s lips. "d you understand."

    Her response was a light, mockingugh.

    "Why didn''t you answer me when I called out?" he asked, unable to bear the sudden silence.

    "Are you afraid I''d run away? Or that I''d jump off the balcony?" Lizetta''s tone wasced with sarcasm.

    She looked at him, her gaze yful yet cold.

    Remington paused, massaging his temples. "Lizetta, why does every word from you have to be so sharp?" "You could let me go and find someone sweet on the outside but sharp on the inside, like Ste."

    Her eyes then drifted to the sleeve of his right hand.

    Following her gaze, Remington saw a smear of red on the cuff of his white shirt.

    Lipstick.

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    He frowned, remembering it must have been from when he brushed past Ste earlier at the hospital.

    Feeling a rush of panic, he quickly tried to exin. "Liz, I didn''t meet with Ste, this is just¡ª"

    But Lizetta cut him off. "You''re free to meet whoever you want, Remington. I just want to know, have you found anything out?"

    His gaze locked onto hers, seeing the emotionless facade she wore.

    She used to be so jealous of Ste but now, it seemed she genuinely wished he''d find someone else to free her from whatever pain she was feeling.

    A bitter taste spread throughout his mouth, as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

    After a moment, Remington''s voice was hoarse as he replied, "So far, the leads have turned up nothing."

    Lizettaughed, a sound devoid of joy. "If you do find something, will you tell me right away?"

    Her tone was the calmest it had been in days.

    He nodded. "Yes."

    "You promise you won''t hide anything from me?" Lizetta pressed, seeking reassurance.

    Remington sat down beside the bed,

    starting to reach out to stroke her hair but then hesitating, mindful of the lipstick mark. He switched hands. ¨¦n.swnovels

    "I won''t hide anything, trust me."

    He gently smoothed her hair with his left but Lizetta turned away, lying with her back to him, here

    silence a cold barrier bet on waves

    them.

    Through the night.

    Lizetta refused to share a bed with Remington, who stayed awake until he was sure she was asleep before retreating to the guest room.

    In the early hours around 2 or 3 a.m., Ray suddenly pushed the door open.

    Remington, a light sleeper, was instantly alert, his eyes sharp in the darkness.

    He got out of bed and moved swiftly to the door.

    "Something''s up at the hospital?"

    Ray nodded. "Yes, someone broke into the ward, but we''ve caught them."

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    Remington hurriedly changed his clothes and, with Ray in tow, stepped out of his room. As they passed Lizetta''s room, he instinctively turned to Ray and put a finger to his lips, signaling for silence before gently opening the door. He had been worried Lizetta might have nightmares, so he had left a floormp on in the corner of her room when he left. Beneath the soft glow of themp, the woman on the bed seemed to be in a deep sleep. Knowing Lizetta''s medication included a mild sedative, Remington felt relieved. He softly closed the door and then quickly descended the stairs with Ray.

    Yet, the moment the door clicked shut, the supposedly sleeping Lizetta opened her eyes. She sat up, walked over to the window, and peeked through a slit in the curtains. In the night, three cars with their headlights on silently drove away from the vi. Lizetta clutched the curtains tightly, a faint glimmer of light in her serene eyes.

    Remington didn''t return to the vi until around eight or nine the next morning. As he entered the living room, he found Lizetta, unusually, not cooped up in her room. She was lounging in a chair by the floor-to- ceiling windows, soaking up the sun while flipping through a book. The warm sunlight made her pale face glow with a hint of rosiness, making her look somewhat healthier. Remington paused, watching this scene for a long while before slowly walking over.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "What are you reading?" he asked, leaning in and plucking the book from Lizetta''s hands. He nced at the cover and saw it was "Confession," a story about a girl named Lydia who dies, and her family''s heart-wrenching quest to find her killer, only to discover it was their own doing. Remington''s hand froze for a moment, his eyes reflecting a surge of intense emotion that quickly vanished. He masked his feelings, saying softly, "Cara mentioned you''ve been reading for a while. It''s not good for your eyes to strain them like this during recovery."

    Lizetta lifted her gaze. "What am I supposed to do then?" She felt trapped, with no inte, no entertainment, and no one to talk to like a ghost. Remington met her cold stare, his voice tender yet firm. "Right now, you need to rest. Once you''re a bit stronger, I''ll ask Ynda toe and stay with you for a few days, how about that?"

    Lizetta didn''t respond, sensing that the "few days" Remington mentioned felt like an eternity away. Seeing her silence, Remington gently lifted her into his arms. "Lying here too long will make your back sore, and it''s time for your medication soon." He carried her upstairs to her room. Once there, Remington kneeled by the bed, stroking her hair. "If you''re bored and want to hear a story, I can read one to you. Would that be okay?"

    Lizetta shook her head. "I don''t want to listen." Remington had grown ustomed to her refusals over the past few days. He nodded. "That''s okay, I''ll read whenever you''re ready." He stood up. "I''ve been outside, and I might have brought back germs. I''ll take a shower and change my clothes before Ie back to keep youpany." As he turned to leave, Lizetta suddenly spoke. "Where did you go?"

    Remington nearly thought he''d imagined it. This was the first time Lizetta had initiated a conversation with him since the incident. Was she asking about his whereabouts because she cared? Caught off guard but touched, Remington was about to share the joy of his morning findings when the weight of reality pressed down on him again. He slowly turned to face her. "I was at the office, dealing with some urgent paperwork that needed my signature. Liz, if you''d rather I didn''t go out, I..."

    Lizetta cut him off. "I was just asking." She closed her eyes, her expression weary.

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    Remington''s expression grew tense, the light in his eyes dimming as he turned and strode out the door.

    Lizettay trembling slightly, her hands beneath the nkets clutching at the sheets, suppressing the tumult of emotions within her chest.

    He had lied to her!

    There was no way he had gone to the office.

    He had left in the middle of the night; how could he possibly have been dealing with paperwork?

    And just now, she had detected a faint scent of disinfectant on him.

    He must have uncovered something, yet he chose to conceal it.

    After showering and changing, Remington returned to the bedroom, finding Lizetta''s demeanor had turned cold again.

    Cara brought up some food, and Remington sat by the bed, watching Lizetta eat.

    She seemed to have gradually epted her reality, no longer resisting the idea of eating. Silently, she held the soup bowl, eating spoonful by spoonful quietly. When she finished, Remington took a napkin from Cara and gently wiped the corners of Lizetta''s mouth.

    Then, footsteps sounded, and Ray''s figure appeared at the door.

    Remington stood up, "You get some more rest, I''ll head to the study..."

    But Lizetta suddenly grasped Remington''s arm, "Let Raye in and talk, I''ve slept too much, don''t feel like sleeping anymore."

    Remington''s gaze fell on her small hand clutching his, his heart skipping a beat.

    "Liz, do you... want me to keep youpany for a while longer?"

    His voice lifted slightly, a soft curve appearing at the edge of his lips, clearly delighted.

    Lizetta, as if realizing what she had done, quickly withdrew her hand and turned her face away without speaking.

    Seeing this, Remington''s eyes softened, but he gently said, "Our talking might disturb your rest..."

    He was unwilling to have Ray speak in front of her, clearly hiding something.

    Remington had something on his mind, and no matter how much Lizetta pressed, she wouldn''t get it out of him.

    C

    Just like how he had once hidden the truth about Evelina''s child''s lineage.

    Lizetta remained silent, closing her eyes.

    Remington leaned in to ce a gentle kiss on her forehead before standing up to leave.

    Cara tidied up a bit, noticing Lizetta''sContent ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    long, steady breathing, assuming

    she had fallen asleep, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind

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    her

    Lizetta got out of bed, her feet bare, and silently made her way toward the study.

    She had observed that the vi''s security was tight on the outside butxer on the inside.

    After all, she was in her postnatal period, needing quiet and not convenient for bodyguards toe and go.

    Besides the personal doctor and her

    assistant

    only Cara was inside the

    vi, while at least seven or eig

    bodyguards were stationed outside.

    The personal doctor and assistant rarely moved around the vi. With Cara downstairs, no one else would pass by upstairs.

    Thus, without hesitation, Lizetta boldly headed for the study, pressing her ear against the door.

    Muffled voices seeped through.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, should we pull back the people watching the West family?"

    "Any movements from Martin and Ste today?"

    "None, they took the kid to Tulip Hospital, then the father and daughter returned home, staying at the West family''s ce..."

    What Ray said next was too low for Lizetta to catch clearly.

    Thest thing she heard was a murmur.

    "Should we... tell the missus? She might hate you even more..." Remington''s response was a prolonged silence.

    Lizetta felt a chill crawl up from her bare feet, as if she were standing in the midst of a snowy wilderness, about to be buried by the biting frost.

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    Liz clutched her hands tightly, fighting the urge to storm in and confront Remington.

    In the study, Remington''s handsome face seemed shrouded in a haze, his brows furrowed with a heavy menace. It was a suffocating mix of regret and resentment, heavier than mere hatred.

    Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. With a sharp look, he signaled Ray to shut up, stood up, and strode to the door, yanking it open forcefully. However, the hallway outside was empty.

    Still uneasy, Remington quickly headed to the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and saw Lizetta peacefully lying in bed; even the slippers beside the bed hadn''t moved an inch. His heart settled, and he closed the door again.

    Long after the soft click of the door, Lizetta didn''t move. Only when she was sure Remington was truly gone did she suddenly start gasping for air, curling up on her side. At that moment, she realized how terrified she had been of being discovered by that man. Her breaths came in quick gasps, afraid to attract the attention of the devilish man. She rolled up her pajama sleeve and bit down hard on her arm.

    So much hate! She really hated him! To this point, Remington still chose to hide the truth, to deceive her! He had never nned to avenge Daisy. Indeed, once the investigation pointed towards the West family, everything woulde to a halt. Lizetta could even guess what he would say next. He would tell her they hadn''t found the perpetrator yet and to wait a bit longer until she was in better health. Until she was once again charmed by his words, perhaps even pregnant, gradually forgetting her Daisy, and this matter would fade away. But how could she forget the pain of losing a child?

    Cara thought Mrs. Remington was particrly sleepy today. She went upstairs twice in the afternoon and Lizetta hadn''t woken up. Thinking Lizetta had just suffered a difficult delivery and lost a lot of blood, Cara wasn''t surprised she was sleeping a lot and didn''t wake her.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Around four, with Lizetta still not up, Cara worried she''d have trouble sleeping at night and hurried upstairs to wake her.

    "Ma''am, I''ve made some snacks.

    Please have a little to tide you over. I''ll go shopping soon and make you a lovely dinner tonight." Cara smiled as she ced the freshly made snacks on the nightstand, helping a groggy Lizetta sit up.

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    Rubbing her eyes, Lizetta asked, "Where''s Remington?"

    Cara paused, then replied with joy, "You hadn''t been asleep long when the Mister went out, but he''ll definitely be back to have dinner with you."

    Cara was firmly in Remington''s

    TO

    camp and naturally hoped for a reconciliation between Lizetta and Remington. In the two days she cared for Lizetta, Lizetta had been icy towards Remington. And Remington, being who he was, hadn''t shown any temper but instead was amodating, caring, and gentle with Lizetta. Cara thought Lizetta didn''t realize how good she had it.

    Now that Lizetta finally asked about Remington, Cara hoped Lizetta was starting to see things differently. She saw it as an opportunity to

    encourage Lizetta further, hoping to earn a hefty tip if she could mediate their reconciliation.

    "Ma''am, it''s heartbreaking to lose a child, but you can always have another. The Mister has been so good to you; what''s there to worry about the future?"

    "Focus on recovering. You''re so young; you could be expecting again next year."

    "Being cold to the Mister just gives other women a chance to get close to him. Wouldn''t that be counterproductive?"

    "By the way, is there anything specific you''d like for dinner tonight? I''ll go out and buy the ingredients. It''d be good for you and the Mister to have a nice meal together, clear the air..."

    Cara babbled on, noticing a couple of Lizetta''s pajamas tossed aside on the bed, and started to fold them.

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    Bang.

    Mid-sentence, Cara felt a sudden thud at the back of her neck, darkness enveloped her vision, and she copsed onto the bed.

    Lizetta was standing with a metal pipe in her hand, carefully dismantled from a floormp just moments ago.

    Seeing Cara go down, Lizetta quickly jumped off the bed and dragged Cara onto it.

    Afraid that Cara would wake up, Lizetta tied Cara''s hands and feet with some clothes and gagged her. Only then did Lizetta, panting heavily, slump beside the bed. Even these actions had left her feeling drained.

    But Lizetta had noticed, for the past two days, Cara had been leaving the house at 4:30 AM to do her shopping.

    Time was almost up. Pushing herself to stand, Lizetta hurried out of the room.

    The mansion was eerily quiet, allowing Lizetta to sneak into Cara''s room with ease.

    When Lizetta emerged from the room, she was wearing a hat and carrying a shopping bag, her head slightly bowed and back hunched, mimicking Cara''s walk to a tee. She grabbed the car keys at the entrance, took a deep breath, and left the mansion.

    Outside, under the portico, stood two bodyguards.

    Lizetta walked past them, heading towards the parking lot.

    The bodyguards turned to look at her. Her bag tilted, and a pen rolled down the slope.

    She quickly chased after it, picked it up, and continued on her way.

    The bodyguards couldn''t see her face, but the distinctive slight lean to the right in her shoulder as she walked, and her attire, left no doubt in their minds that she was Cara. Lizetta managed to get into the car and drive away from the mansion. The bodyguards, ustomed to Cara leaving at this time, paid her no special attention.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    Lizetta''s heart raced as she left the mansion behind.

    She knew that at 5:00 AM, the family doctor woulde up to dress her wounds, and they would realize something was amiss.

    She had only half an hour and wasted no time speeding towards the West residence.

    When Remington Dashiell received a call from the bodyguards informing him that Lizetta had impersonated Cara to escape the mansion, his face turned ashen.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, I''m on it

    right now I''ll check the surveince footage and track her down," Ray said, about to start his search when Remington interrupted with a stern voice. ,

    "She must be heading to the West residence. Redirect immediately!"

    The thought of Lizetta''s abnormal behavior shed through his mind, his hands clenched into fists on hisp, trembling slightly.

    Had he been too eager for her

    forgiveness, foolish enough to think she wasing to terms with the loss of their baby? When she had asked him where he was going and grabbed his arm, he had foolishly thought she was softening towards him.

    She must have known he leftst night and this morning without telling her.

    That''s why she had fled the mansion, Remington realized, a vein throbbing on his forehead. Damn it, he just hoped he could find her in time, to stop her from doing something foolish.

    "Get everyone to the West residence, intercept her!" Remington ordered Ray with urgency.

    "Half an hour has passed, and the mansion isn''t far from the West residence. I''m afraid we might be toote..." Ray voiced his concern while dialing out. Trouble was brewing.

    Remington pulled out his phone and called Ste, his gaze intense.

    However, the call went unanswered.

    Meanwhile, outside the West residence.

    Lizetta''s car had already arrived; five minutes earlier, she had used Cara''s phone to call Ste, iming she wanted to meet outside the

    Kon

    expected, allowed her immediate ess.

    Lizetta drove smoothly into themunity, reaching the West residence. Ste was already outside, approaching the slowly advancing car with a bright, provocative smile. Lizetta red at Ste''s taunting smile, veins on her hand gripping the steering wheel bulging. Without a moment''s hesitation, she elerated, heading straight for her.

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    The car was barreling down towards Ste''s silhouette, getting closer and closer by the second.

    Just when a collision seemed imminent, Lizetta clenched her eyes shut, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she floored the gas pedal.

    After zooming past, Lizetta mmed on the brakes, opening her eyes to scan the rearview mirror.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    But there was no bloodied figure of Ste behind or in front of the car.

    The spot where Ste had been standing was now eerily empty, leaving Lizetta gasping for breath.

    Her emotions were at a breaking point, unable to discern whether she had actually felt the impact or not.

    Was it all just an illusion, and Ste had never been there?

    Or had Ste been swept under the car?

    As Lizetta sat there dazed and frantic, a figure in ck emerged from the bushes to the side, helping up a slender silhouette.

    It was unmistakably Ste.

    Clearly, in the nick of time, this mysterious figure had leaped at Ste, rolling with her into the roadside bushes.

    Ste''s forehead was bleeding from where she must have hit something, but when she locked eyes with Lizetta, she pushed away the man in ck who was assisting her, staggering out of the bushes. She raised her hand, flipping Lizetta off, then smirked.

    Her eyes sparkled with disdain and mockery.

    Her lips moved silently, mouthing two words.

    "Loser!"

    Lizetta''s mouth tasted of metal, her eyes burning with hatred.

    She shifted into reverse, aiming the car at Ste once more.

    But then.

    Bang!

    A car suddenly darted out from the West family estate, crashing into Lizetta''s rear, halting her vehicle just in front of Ste.

    "Ah! Help! Murder!" Ste screamed, copsing to the ground.

    Physically weakened, Lizetta was dazed by the impact, her vision darkening.

    Seeing the West family''s bodyguards and servants rushing out, Lizetta realized her moment had passed.

    A wave of defeat washed over her; she released the steering wheel, slumping back into her seat.

    The West family''s bodyguards banged on the car door, yelling menacingly.

    Without resisting, Lizetta opened the door.

    She was dragged out, her arms twisted behind her, and taken into the West family estate.

    The bodyguards threw her roughly to the ground, where Lizettay numb, motionless.

    Ste, clutching her bleeding

    forehead, was also brought in. She

    shrugged off the servants'' hands,

    squatted in front of Lizetta, and

    grabbed her hair, pulling hard.

    Forced to look up, Lizetta remained silent, her eyes seething with unresolved hatred.

    Ste smirked coldly, leaning in close to Lizetta''s ear.

    "Thought you''d avenge your son? Too bad your eagerness for revenge made you blind and foolish! Did you really think I''d walk into your trap without any preparation, right at the doorstep of my family''s estate?"

    By the time Lizetta came for her, how could she not have anticipated Lizetta''s hateful arrival?

    Did Lizetta think she''d simply be an easy target?

    It was all a ploy to lure her in.

    "Was it you?!" Lizetta red at Ste, her gaze aze.

    Ste''s lips curled up, her usually frail and pitiful face devoid of any pretended kindness, only malice remained.

    She whispered into Lizetta''s ear with augh.

    "So what if it was?"

    unlea Stiffened, fury boiling over,

    unleashing all her strength to break free

    from the guards, clutching Ste''s throat tightly.

    Ste, clearly taken aback by Lizetta''s resistance, struggled in vain as they both fell to the ground together.

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    Ste had been choked by Remington before, and that hauntingly familiar sensation of being on the brink of death swiftly engulfed her once more. Her eyes rolled back as she nearly passed out. Yet, Lizetta was forcibly dragged away by a bodyguard despite her resistance.

    Kneeling on the ground, Ste coughed violently, her eyes red and bulging from the strain. She red at Lizetta and rasped out amand, "Trash, hit her!"

    The bodyguard didn''t hesitate and delivered a p to Lizetta. Exhausted, Lizetta''s body rolled twice on the floor, ending up in a heap near the coffee table, motionless.

    At that moment, Martin descended the stairs, his gaze on Lizetta as venomous as a snake''s. He settled on the couch with a sneer. "Ms. Gardenia, remember this? Right here is where you all cornered my wife! Your downfall today is karma, you''re getting what you deserve."

    Ste, having recovered slightly, stood up and kicked Lizetta twice. "Lizetta, even pregnant, you didn''t choose to do good deeds. Now, with your child gone, it''s your retribution!"

    Lizetta felt drained, darkness closing in. Their hateful words seemed toe from afar. They wanted to destroy her all because of Barbara. But it was Barbara who had attempted murder, truly deserving of punishment!

    Lizetta felt immense pain, her enemies right before her, yet she was powerless to act. Daisyy, I''m so sorry, I''m too weak. I couldn''t protect you, nor avenge you... You must be so cold and alone in that other world, shall I join you?

    Lizetta slowly closed her eyes, feeling kicks and hits but numb to the pain. As her consciousness began to fade, a familiar, urgent voice seemed to break through. "Liz!"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Remington''s towering figure rushed

    into the West family home, his eyes zing upon seeing the scene in the

    living room. Lizettay on the floor, lifeless and alone. Numerous

    bodyguards and servants stood around, their actions towards Lizetta unknown.

    Seeing Remington storm in, Ste, who had been about to continue her assault, instead copsed into the

    arms of a servant, feigning

    weakness. She cried out,

    "Remington, Lizetta tried to run me

    over, she wanted to kill me

    But Remington paid her no heed, striding forward to carefully lift Lizetta into his arms, pressing her close. "Liz!"

    Lizetta was drenched in cold sweat,

    as if she''d been pulled from water.

    Her body was limp, herplexion pale as death, contrasting starkly with the swelling from the p

    her face and the blood at her ne

    lips.

    Her eyes were barely open, either too weak to do so or indifferent to

    his arrival, unwilling to open her eyes to see him.

    Remington, holding her, trembled slightly, a chilling aura surrounding him as he lifted his fierce gaze. "Who did this!?"

    One of the ck-d bodyguards involuntarily stepped back. That small movement was all Remington needed to identify his target. With a re, Ray moved forward, swift as lightning. "Ah!" A scream followed by the sound of breaking bones echoed almost instantly. No one saw how Ray moved, but the bodyguard screamed, his arm broken, kneeling on the ground.

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    Ste was dumbstruck and terrified.

    She had also thrown herself into the fray, kicking Lizetta repeatedly.

    Instinctively, she ran towards Martin, but Remington reached out and grabbed Ste''s ankle.

    Thud!

    Ste hit the ground hard, her forehead mming onto the floor, leaving her dizzy and unable to even cry out.

    "Remington! This is the West residence; you''re way out of line!"

    Martin was instantly furious, and the West family''s bodyguards stepped forward, as did the bodyguards Remington had brought along.

    The living room atmosphere turned tense in an instant.

    Just then, the sound of police sirens grew louder, approaching from the distance.

    Remington clenched his fist tightly, then rxed, holding Lizetta''s frail body even closer.

    Martin watched his every move, eyes filled with a cold glint. He barked orders.

    "Get her up and call a doctor, now!"

    The servants snapped to action, rushing to help Ste.

    Ste''s forehead swelled up badly, and blood flowed even more freely, half her face covered in it.

    She winced in pain, supported to sit on the couch, looking as if she had lost half her life.

    But hearing the police sirens outside, she felt it was all worth it.

    She was ted, thinking that no matter what, Lizetta''s attempted murder charge was secured, leaving no escape for Lizetta! Thinking of Lizetta''s impending prison time, Ste felt Mrs. Dashiell''s position was practically in her grasp.

    How could Ste not look forward to it?

    She let the servants press on her wound, while tears streamed down her face.

    "Remington, Lizetta is a murderer. almost got hit by her. If it weren''t for our bodyguard''s quick reaction would be dead by now. How can you still defend her..."

    Ste didn''t finish her sentence before Remington lifted Lizetta off the ground and turned to face her.

    "Why would Liz hit you, if you didn''t know?"

    Ste''s tears fell even faster, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

    "How would I know? She called me, saying she wanted to talk outside my ce. I couldn''t neglect that, so I let her in right away, even had the servants prepare some pastries and hot drinks to wee her

    I thought she must be devastated after losing her baby, and I was thinking of how tofort her. But out of nowhere, she charged at me!"

    Ste clutched her chest, the picture of shock, pointing to the items set out for guests.

    Indeed, the coffee table wasid with fruit pastries and such. Ste wiped her tears and continued.

    "And when she failed to hit me the first time, s she tried again, even

    insisting on my life in the living

    room. Remington, see this bruise on my neck? She did that!"

    Ste tilted her head back, pointing to the mark on her neck, then coughed.

    Remington just held Lizetta closer, his gaze darkening, lips curling slightly, "Well, your life sure is tough!"

    Ste was stunned, disbelief written all over her face.

    "Remington! What do you mean?!" Martin mmed his teacup onto the table.

    Remington''s cold gaze met his. "Using my wife''s grief and desire for revenge, baiting her into a crime to get rid of her, isn''t that your goal?

    If you weren''t fully prepared, could Ste be sitting here unscathed? All these bodyguards and servants, isn''t this a bit much just for my wife?" Ste bit her lip, tears almost refusing to fall.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    She pointed to the blood on her face and the bruise on her neck.

    "What do you mean unscathed? Look at me..."

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    Based on your request, I have refined and corrected the trantion to make it more suitable for an American audience while ensuring it remains faithful to the original text. Here''s the revised trantion:

    Was Remington selectively blind?

    There she was, a mess, bleeding profusely, and he just turned a blind eye, clinging instead to that vile murderer! Lizetta had merely received a p and a few kicks. If she was half-dead, it was her own weakness. How could the West family be med?

    "Ste, let it go. It seems Mr. Dashiell is dead set on being biased. Since that''s the case, there''s no use arguing. Let''s wait for the police toe and make arrests. I trust thew will bring justice to our family!" Martin''s stern voice cut through Ste''s words. The sound of police sirens was unmistakably nearing the Wests'' front door. Martin, confident and unflustered, gave Ray a nce, and Ray quickly led two men outside.

    Martin noticed, aware that Ray''s departure aimed to pull some strings and block the police from entering. Yet, he did not intervene, instead addressing Remington in a cold voice, "Lizetta hit my daughter with her car out of the blue. That''s attempted murder. Our family''s surveince cameras outside caught everything clearly, and many of our security guards and servants witnessed it firsthand. There are likely plenty in the neighborhood who saw the incident as well. The car she used is still parked outside, leaving the crime scene intact. The evidence is undeniable.

    Aftermitting such an act, you barge in here, not only failing to apologize but also causing more harm, attempting to have the police back off. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in Zion City?" Remington tensed, a trace of panic in his eyes as the situation spiraled beyond control. Themotion was too great, the evidence toopelling. With little time and the Wests holding all the advantages, taking Lizetta away seemed impossible. Yet, considering Lizetta''s physical and mental state, the thought of her being detained for even a day or two was worrisome. Even if she could endure, how could he bear it?

    He stared coldly at Martin, "What would it take for Chairman West to let my wife go?"

    Martin appeared surprised,

    "Remington, it was here that Ste knelt before you, begging for mercy for her mother, and I bowed and apologized, asking for your

    forgiveness. Did you spare Luna

    SheN?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    was a terminal cancer patient, yet you showed no mercy, denying her a peaceful end. Today, faced with attempted murder again, but with roles reversed, Remington, how can you expect me to show kindness?"

    Ste, too, shed tears, "Remington, don''t me my father for being firm. The love between my parentssted a lifetime, and our family has yet to recover from my mother''s loss While we sympathize with Lizetta for losing her baby, we cannot forgive her actions today."

    The father and daughter stood firm. However, Remington scoffed, looking at Martin, "Chairman West is a businessman. He should understand that in this world, there are no disagreements that can''t be settled only terms that can''t be agreed upon."

    If Martin truly had no demands, he wouldn''t have let Ray attempt to stop the police from entering. It was then that Lizetta, mustering her strength, opened her eyes and fiercely grasped Remington''s shirt.

    "Remington, let me go to jail! If you won''t avenge Daisy, I will. I only regret myck of power. I''ll bear the consequences of my actions. Let me go to jail! It was the Wests who ordered Hans! All I want is justice for our child!"

    Lizetta was prepared to go down

    with the ship upon her arrival. She didn''t want Remington to protect her or negotiate with the Wests. If

    child''s life wasn''t enough, she''d e

    gamble her own as well. Yet, even so, Remington hadn''t mentioned a word about the Wests ordering Hans or the plot against Daisy!

    This version aims to preserve the original narrative''s intensity and emotional depth while making it essible and engaging for an English-speaking audience.

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    Remington looked down at the woman in his arms, her life hanging by a thread, feeling as if he had swallowed a scorching iron.

    How could he tell her that his findings had nothing to do with the West family, and that someone else was behind it all? She probably wouldn''t believe him anyway.

    After all, she was now ready to kill and face jail time rather than trust him to stand by her side again. Besides, he didn''t want to give the West family and their daughter the satisfaction of seeing the Dashiell family humiliated.

    "Liz, you''re exhausted. Just sleep for a bit. I won''t let anything happen to you," Remington said, his voice rough with emotion.

    Lizetta''s eyes, filled with hope and hatred, shattered in disbelief. But before she could protest or curse, her body sumbed to the emotional turmoil, and she passed out.

    "Ha, it''s not up to you. She needs to be taken away today!" Martin said, sipping his tea before looking up with a mild expression.

    Remington''s gaze turned deep and dark. "Sending Liz to jail is dering war on me, Remington! The West family will gain nothing from this!"

    Ste''s head wound was still bleeding, causing her dizziness and nausea. She was only enduring this to provide evidence of Lizetta''s attempted murder to the police. She wanted to see Lizetta''s downfall, but to her frustration, Remington hadn''t spared her a nce, nor had he offered anyfort. Now, he was fullymitted to defending Lizetta, causing Ste to clench her fists in jealousy.

    "Remington, what do you mean by that? Are you threatening our family? How do you expect me to swallow this insult?"

    "Swallow it, even if you have to force it!" Remington replied coldly, his eyes devoid of warmth.

    "What if the West family demands justice today In Zion City, we may not be as influential as the Dashiell family, but we''re not to be trampled on. If Lizetta can walk free after publicly attempting to murder my daughter, how can the West family continue to stand in Zion City?"

    Martin scoffed, then turned to the West family''s butler, Felix. "Felix, let the police in!"

    Felix was about to leave, but Ray stepped in front of him.

    "If Chairman West insists on this, then let''s also discuss with the police the matter of the West family bribing their way to get thatnd in the south of the city at a low price," Remington said gravely.

    Martin''s hand trembled, spilling

    some tea on his hand. Thend Remington mentioned was acquired by Martin through shady means.f investigated, it would be considered economic crime. Remington''s words, backed by evidence, were not an empty threat.

    "Compared to attempted murder, the issue you mentioned is minor. I won''t let go of the person who harmed my daughter for my own sake, even if it means joining Ms. Gardenia in jail for a few months!"

    "True, Chairman West is skilled in maniption and even with my influence, you might only be jailed for a few months. But what if the West family faces problems without you? Can Ste handle the entire West family? When Chairman West is released, will he still haContent ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    this

    mansion to return to?"

    Remington implied that if the West family insisted on sending Liz to jail, he would ensure their bankruptcy and disappearance from Zion City.

    Martin put his teacup down with a thud, his expression fluctuating.

    "I wonder if Chairman West is now willing to discuss a settlement?" Remington asked coldly.

    Martin''s chest heaved, and after a moment, he nodded.

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    "Alright, then I want you to marry Ste right away!"

    Ste''s heart raced erratically.

    Although Martin had warned her that the current pain of the West family was all thanks to Remington, she shouldn''t fall for him. But when Remington appeared in that hellish little town, saving her from a dire situation, her heart was lost. She truly wanted to marry him!

    "Remington, please say yes to Dad, the cops are probably getting impatient abouting in..."

    Ste couldn''t stand the anxious urging.

    Remington tightened his arms, his brow colder as he interrupted Ste, his lips barely moving. "I can''t do that."

    Ste''s face flushed with hurt. She couldn''t believe that Remington would refuse. He had already divorced Lizetta, and under these circumstances, he still wouldn''t agree to marry her. Was she that undesirable to him?

    "But that''s my only condition. After all, this was a promise you made to my wife, and it was her dying wish."

    Martin was unyielding.

    Hope reignited in Ste, she stood up and moved closer to Remington, her eyes reddened as she looked at him. "Remington, Liz can''t handle the stress of prison."

    Ste, full of pity and concern, cast a nce at Lizetta in Remington''s arms. Seeing Remington still silent, she tiptoed closer, whispering in his ear. "I know you still care for Liz, I just want to help you. Just agree with Dad for now; we can get the certificate and pretend to be husband and wife..."

    Ste was strategically retreating to advance; once she and Remington were married on paper. There would be no chance for Remington and Lizetta, and she had all the time to make Remington fall for her.

    Ste was confident she could

    persuade Remington, but

    Remington, Holding Lizetta, stepped

    back. His gaze cold, he said to

    Martin, "forced marriage is a bitter one. Rather than marrying Ste with resentment, and the West family gaining nothing, it''s better to take an immediate benefit. I''m willing to transfer the Cloud Retreatnd to the West family for free. How does that sound, Chairman West?"

    Martin''s eyes narrowed, "Really? Thatnd is priceless."

    Ste knew by Martin''s question that he was tempted, and she immediately became anxious. "Dad..."

    But Martin raised his hand, signaling her to be silent.

    Remington looked down at Lizetta, saying, "If Chairman West is interested, we can draft the transfer agreement now."

    "Alright."

    Martin nced at the butler, who immediately went to arrange it, and within five minutes, Remington had signed the contract and stamped it. Martin looked over the contract, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to the butler to keep safe.

    Remington coldly said, "Now, Chairman West, can you hand over the surveince to me and get the police outside to leave?"

    Martin nodded, and the butler approached, "These are all the surveince data. Since the agreement states the West family will no longer pursue this matter, the West family''s servants and bodyguards will also keep quiet."

    Remington signaled Ray to deal with

    the surveince, stood up, and

    carried Lizetta out. Martin had the servants help Ste out too, and he said to the police, "It''s a

    misunderstanding, all a

    misunderstanding. My daughter and Ms Gardenia are good friends. Ms. Gardenia just had a miscarriage and came to talk to my daughter, got confused, and mistook the gas pedal for the brake. It''s all been cleared up now."

    The officer leading the team looked at Ste, "Ms. West, is that true?"

    Ste''s head hurt terribly; sheContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    thought for sure Lizetta would be going to jail today. But in the end, Lizetta was unharmed, and Remington didn''t agree to marry her. She suffered such a serious injury

    and got nothing in return. She was so resentful and angry!

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    Ste clenched her fists so hard her nails almost broke through her palms.

    "Ste?" Martin nced at her, a hint of concern breaking through his otherwise stern facade. Ste didn''t dare go against Martin''s wishes. She also gave the police a nod and a forced smile. "Liz was terrified, clinging to me and crying. It was all a misunderstanding, a scare for nothing." Once the police and Remington''s men had left, the West household finally found its peace again.

    Only then did Ste, eyes brimming with tears, say, "Dad, why did you back down? If I married into the Dashiell family, our families would be united. Once I get better and have children with Remington..."

    Martin scoffed, cutting her off, "It''s not as simple as you think. Remington isn''t someone you can easily sway! When you were first brought back, Remington was full of guilt. Marrying you then, he might have treated you and our family kindly. But you, with your clever ideas, ruined a perfectly good situation. Now, Remington has his guard up against the Wests. Even if you married him out of obligation, he''d be wary of us at every turn. Besides, do you really think he''s let go of his suspicions about our family? He justcks concrete evidence.

    The tangible benefits and advantages are what matter most to him. The Cloud Retreatnd is worth its weight in gold, especially with Zion City''s recent development ns. If yed right, the West family could climb another rung on thedder, potentially standing toe-to-toe with the Dashiells someday!"

    Ste bit her lip, "So, I should just give up?"

    "Of course not. Seeing how things are with Lizetta, they''re hardly in a position to mend their rtionship easily. Time is on our side. If you y your cards right and keep your cool, once the West family rises, the title of Mrs. Dashiell will still be within reach."

    Martin patted Ste on the shoulder. She thought of Lizetta''s devastated state, of her leaving the Dashiell family with nothing, while she, once the Wests were in a better position, would be Zion City''s foremost socialite. With this thought, her spirits lifted, and a smile crept onto her lips.

    In the car.

    Remington held Lizetta close, cing a towel-wrapped ice pack against her swollen cheek, his eyes filled with concern.

    Ray, sitting in the passenger seat, ended a phone call and reported back.

    "All videos from the incident have been handled promptly, avoiding any unwanted attention. We''ve also looked into those who were there; Cedric has taken care of it."

    On the way to confront the West family, Remington had ordered these cleanup tasks, ensuring the incident would leave no trace.

    Remington nodded, wrapping Lizetta more tightly in the nket.

    "Turn up the heater."

    He touched Lizetta''s cold neck, frowning as he instructed.

    Ray, wiping sweat from his brow, immediatelyplied withoutint.

    But seeing Lizetta''s pale, unconscious face, Ray couldn''t hide his frustration. "Mr. Remington Dashiell, are we really just handing over thatnd to the Wests?"

    A cold glint shed in Remington''s eyes. "The Wests have bitten off more than they can chew. What they''ve swallowed today, they''ll be forced to spit out tomorrow." What belonged to Remington was never easy to take.

    The car slowly pulled into the Dashiell estate.

    Getting out, Remington ced a hat on Lizetta.

    She remained unconscious as Remington carried her into the living room, where not only Fiona was. waiting but Nathan too, both with faces set in worry. A doctor and a nurse stood by as well.

    Upon seeing Remington carry Lizetta in Fiona stood up, her concern evident. "What happened to Liz? She looked better a few days ago. How have you been taking care of her?"

    The matriarch was so agitated she nearly swung her cane, but

    Remington, skillfully shielded Lizetta, saying, "Grandma, let''s get Liz

    upstairs for the doctorThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    examine

    her. You can scold me all you want

    afterward."

    Fiona restrained herself, while Nathan, helping the olddy, frowned at Remington, signaling a brewing storm.

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    "Divorced or not, why did you bring her back to the family estate? She was fine at the hospital. And getting your mom picked up from the airport just to lock her up? You better get your men to release her..." "Shut your mouth! Remington might be a little troublemaker, but he''s loyal to his family. It''s only your daughter-inw who''s done him wrong. Must be something Hanna got herself mixed up in again!" Fiona scolded Nathan sharply.

    Remington ignored them, gesturing for the doctor to follow as he carried Lizetta upstairs. Five minutester, he came back down. Before Nathan and Fiona could probe further, he instructed Ray. "Go bring Hanna here."

    Nathan''s face darkened, "What Hanna? That''s your mother!"

    Remington''s gaze was icy as he looked over, "Father, you know what she''s done. Then talk."

    Nathan frowned, but Fiona''s face turned pale as if realizing something. She looked at Remington, her voice trembling, "Remington, could it be Liz..."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Remington met the olddy''s gaze, his heart heavy, barely suppressing his emotions, and nodded.

    Fiona copsed back into the armchair, clutching her cane tightly. Nathan, still confused, was about to ask more when Hanna arrived. She was a mess, hair all over the ce, hands tied, even her mouth sealed with tape.

    Hanna lifted her head, trying to plead with Nathan. Nathan stood up, furious.

    "Ray, are you out of your mind?! Release her right now."

    He moved to intervene, but Remington blocked him.

    "Father, do you know why she went to the airport today?"

    Nathan, frustrated, "What could she possibly do? She was just going abroad to clear her mind. After all the stress over Daisyseph''s illness the worry, the sleepless nights, and now that my son''s surgery is sessful, she wanted to take a

    break. How do you turn that into fleeing the country?"

    Remington scoffed, "Fleeing from her crimes, more like!"

    Nathan''s anger red, aiming a p at Remington.

    "How dare you speak of your mother like that!"

    Remington caught Nathan''s wrist, standing up.

    "Mother? Ha, does a mother who, to save herself, ends up harming her own grandson exist in this world?!"

    Remington was seething with resentment and grief. He couldn''t believe that his investigation led him to his own mother. "Remington, what are you implying..." Nathan looked bewildered.

    "The one behind Hans kidnapping Liz, causing her severe hemorrhage during childbirth, was none other than my dear mother! She''s the reason for Daisy''s death. It''s ridiculous. My child was harmed, and his cord blood was to be taken to save the life of the

    every person

    who orchestrated it!"

    Nathan''s face paled, disbelief written all over as he turned to Hanna. Hanna, tears streaming down her face, lowered her head, avoiding Remington and Nathan''s stares.

    "Remington, there must be some

    mistake. Didn''t we find a match for

    Daisyseph? His surgery was

    performed using bone marrow from

    a donor, wasn''t it? How could it be

    the cord blood?"

    Remingtonughed bitterly, the sound chilly, "That''s a question I should be asking you, father. That bone marrow donor was someone I found and handed over myself!"

    Nathan was speechless; he pushed Remington away and ripped the tape from Hanna''s face.

    "What''s going on? Was Hans really acting under your orders? Have you lost your mind? We had a bone marrow donor; Daisyseph could have been saved. Why go through all this trouble!"

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    "Ouch! That really hurts!"

    The tape that had been stuck to Hanna''s face for who knows how long was suddenly ripped off, causing her to cry out in pain and cup her face.

    Nathan frowned and snapped, "Enough with the screaming! Did you do it or not? Spit it out!"Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    How could Hanna possibly admit to anything?

    Her eyes darted around as she shook her head, saying, "How could I? It was all Hans'' doing. Why are you dumping all this me on me?"

    Nathan helped Hanna up from the ground with a furrowed brow and turned to Remington with a stern voice.

    "Your mom already said she didn''t do it. You''re probably just overthinking things. Remington, the kid is gone, but you''re still young. You''ll have other children. Let''s not turn this ce upside down over this!" Remington''s gaze was icy. "The pain of losing a son... you''re telling me to just get over it? If one day, father, you were to be harmed, should I also just move on for the sake of ''social harmony''?"

    His words sounded almost like a curse to Nathan.

    Nathan''s face darkened as he red, "You!"

    Unable to stand it anymore, Fiona threw a teacup towards them.

    With a loud crash, the teacup shattered near Nathan''s feet.

    Startled, Hanna screamed and instinctively leaned into Nathan''s arms.

    "Mom..." Nathan looked at the olddy.

    The olddy retorted, "Shut up, don''t call me mom. I don''t have a son who''s so cold-blooded and indecisive! The child Liz was carrying was my great-grandchild. We need to clear this uppletely and not let Liz suffer in vain!"

    Nathan was momentarily silenced while Fiona turned her attention to Remington.

    "Remington, bring out any evidence you have."

    Fiona knew that Remington wouldn''t falsely use his own mother without solid proof, especially given that even the family''s bodyguards had taken action against Hanna.

    Remington gave Ray a nod, and Ray turned to leave, returning shortly with two men thrown to the ground.

    Both men were clearly beaten up,

    lying on the ground unable to get up.

    Nathan recognized the thinner,

    younger one as Hugh, a cousin from Hanna''s side of the family, and the other, a middle-aged man in ab coat, looked somewhat familiar.

    Seeing these two, Hanna''s face went pale, and she began to sweat profusely.

    "These two," Remington pointed, "Hugh was secretly coordinating with Hans, providing him with money, vehicles, and hiding ces The other is Dr. Alex from Dashiell Hospital, who attempted to sneak into Hans'' roomst night to silence him. Both have confessed to acting under thedy''s orders. Here are their statements."

    As Ray indicated the two on the floor, he handed the statements to Fiona.

    Nathan, however, snatched them first, quickly scanning them before furiously tossing them at Hanna.

    "What do you have to say for yourself now!"

    "I... it wasn''t me..."

    Hanna, facing Remington''s chilling stare, stuttered weakly in her defense. But before she could finish, Hugh grabbed onto her leg.

    "Cousin, please... save me... I did everything for you. You''re Mr. Dashiell''s biological mother. You said if anything went wrong, the Dashiell family wouldn''t touch you, that you would take the fall!" Hanna, in a panic, stepped back, shaking Hugh off.

    "You''re lying! I never said that!"

    And the doctor, too, clung to Hanna''s dress, "Madam, you promised to look out for me too if things went south!"

    "Let go of me!" Hanna struggled.

    Remington watched her, unable to defend herself, panic-stricken.

    "Five years ago, Alex was involved in

    a serious surgical error,

    which

    Hanna helped cover up. This time he agreed to Hanna''s n to sneak into Hans'' room and silence him because she had something on him."

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    "If that''s still not enough to convince you, the medical team that operated on Daisyseph can confirm that thest thing used was Daisyy''s cord blood!" Remington said this with an emotionless face, but his eyes grew colder and more intense.

    He rose from the couch and walked towards Hanna step by step.

    Hanna couldn''t stand his gaze and the pressure, backing away step by step until her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor with a thud.

    Remington''s figure cast a shadow over her, and Hanna was terrified, feeling like any second now, Remington would pull out a gun and end her life right there.

    "Honey! Honey... save me, I didn''t mean to do this!" Hanna, panic-stricken, crawled behind Nathan.

    Nathan knelt down, grabbed her arm, and asked, "Did you really do this? Why would you even go this far?"

    Tears fell from Hanna''s eyes. "I didn''t expect... I just had Hans try to make Lizetta give birth prematurely. I never thought he would go so far, even to the point of kidnapping and running someone over with a car!"

    "You... you''ve lost your mind! That''s our grandchild too!" Even if they didn''t like Lizetta, that was still their first grandchild.

    Nathan had even mentioned to Fiona before, wanting Lizetta to give up her parental rights.

    But Hanna cried out, "I had no choice! The bone marrow donor for Daisyseph... drowned half a month ago! But Daisyseph had been admitted to the clinicst month, and without the transnt surgery, Daisyseph would have died!"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    "How could someone just drown like that?" Nathan frowned.

    Choking up, Hanna replied, "I had someone watch over him, take good care of him. How could I have known he''d sneak out in the middle of the night and identally fall into the river and drown!"

    Fiona had been silent until now but couldn''t contain her anger any longer and threw her walking stick at Hanna.

    "That bone marrow donor was someone Remington had gone to great lengths to find for Daisyseph You failed to take care of him, and to cover up the incident, you set your sights on Liz! You''vepletely lost your humanity!" The walking stick hit Hanna on the head, and she clutched her forehead.

    "Mom, I really just wanted Hans to scare Lizetta a bit, make her givez birth early. I didn''t expect Lizetta to bleed so much, that the baby would be in danger. Seven months, it should have been viable..."

    "Enough!" Fiona shouted angrily.

    Hanna, frightened, fell silent.

    Fiona stood up and said to Remington, "Do what you must, Remington. I''m going to check on Liz."

    "Mother-inw! You can''t just leave things like this." Hanna''s face went pale as she pleaded.

    Nathan also frowned, "Mom, Hanna may have been wrong, but it was all to save Daisyseph..."

    Their anxiety stemmed from knowing that in the Dashiell family, Fiona''s word carried weight with Remington.

    With the matriarch gone, given

    Remington''s ruthless nature and his

    dissatisfaction and coldness

    towards his parents, he was unlikely to let Hanna off easily.

    But Fiona, without looking back, ascended the stairs with Tina''s assistance.

    "Remington, how do you n to handle this? Before you decide, remember, no matter what, she is your mother!" Nathan looked at Remington, his voice heavy.

    Even though his rtionship with Hanna wasn''t good, she was still his wife and the mother of his children; he couldn''t just stand by.

    After pondering for a moment, he suggested, "How about we send your mother abroad, ban her from returning for five years, would that be eptable?"

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    Hanna immediately protested, "Five years? Daisyseph just had surgery and still needs me to take care of her..."

    "Shut up!" Nathan turned and red fiercely at Hanna.

    This was already a punishment as light as it could be. If Hanna were smart, she would know that now was not the time to talk back or be unrepentant, but to show weakness.

    And Hanna understood the emotion behind Nathan''s re.

    She paled, stepping out from behind Nathan, and grabbed Remington''s arm.

    "Remington, Mom knows she messed up. I''ve been regretting it. That day in the hospital when I heard we lost the baby, I was shocked. It was an ident! I apologize to you. I''ll go and exin to Lizetta, I..." Remington coldly withdrew his hand, his expression unchanging from beginning to end.

    "No need, she wouldn''t want to hear your apology. Some sins can''t just be erased with repentance!"N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.

    He looked at Hanna coldly, who was now crying, her expression full of regret.

    But Remington smirked sarcastically, clearly not convinced of Hanna''s remorse. She was just scared of the consequences now that her actions hade to light.

    He turned to Nathan, "Sending her abroad for five years? Father''s punishment is almostughably lenient."

    Nathan frowned, "Remington, what do you suggest then?"

    Remington returned to the armchair, his voice grave.

    "Call the police. Let her face the consequences she deserves."

    Hanna was in disbelief, "I am Mrs. Dashiell, your mother! You want to send me to prison?!"

    Nathan''s expression changed, "No! I won''t allow it! What would happen to the Dashiell family''s reputation?!"

    Remington scoffed, "The Dashiell family''s reputation is already in tatters!"

    He paused, then added, "If you don''t want to go to jail, there''s another option."

    Hanna''s expression rxed. She knew it. She was Remington''s biological mother. Even if their rtionship was strained, Remington couldn''t ignore that fact. Sending her to jail would tarnish Remington''s name too.

    Nathan''s expression softened as

    well, but the next second, they heard Remington say calmly, "I''ve also arranged for her to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital today for treatment. She doesn''t need toe back until she''s recovered."

    Hanna frowned, "What hospital? I''m not sick..."

    As she spoke, a chill ran down her spine. "A mental hospital?"

    She hoped she was overthinking, but Remington nodded.

    "Exactly."

    "I won''t go! No, you ungrateful child, you actually want to send your own mother to a mental hospital? I''m not sick! I don''t..."

    "Not sick? Ha, what kind of sane person would harm their own grandson? You''re not the one to decide whether you''re sick or not!"

    Remington said coldly, ignoring Hanna''s terrified and pale face, and instructed Ray, "If she refuses treatment, call the police!"

    Ray immediately took out his phone. Nathan rushed over trying to snatch it away, but he was no match for Ray. He angrily yelled at the others, but the servants of the mansion, no longer obeyed hismands, and his own people were not strong enough to contest.

    Amid Nathan''s furious shouts, Hanna was restrained by two security guards.

    "Prison or treatment, Father can choose for her."

    Remington left no third option. Hanna looked at Nathan pleadingly.

    Nathan finally clenched his teeth and told her, "Your mental state indeed seems troubled. Remington is doing this for your own good. Go and get some rest,e back when you''re better."

    Hanna couldn''t believe Nathan

    would just leave her be. Angry

    thoughts filled her mind, wanting to curse Nathan for his heartlessness, to curse Remington for his betrayal, but Remington signaled the security guards to gag Hanna.

    An hourter, Remington personally took Hanna to the hospital, which had decent facilities, a private room with a TV and a bathroom.

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    But when Hanna looked at the door caged in iron bars, the windows sealed shut, and the bed chained down, her legs buckled beneath her in sheer terror. The more frightened she became, the louder she screamed, like someone genuinely losing their mind.

    Soon, she was pinned down to the hospital bed by nurses, restrained, and given a sedative.

    Lying on the bed, Hannacked the strength to resist any longer. She turned her head and saw Remington standing outside the door.

    His gaze was exceptionally cold, and Hanna felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss.

    Before she was enveloped by utter despair, Remington turned and walked away.

    When Remington returned to the old mansion, Lizetta hadn''t woken up yet.

    She was too weak. Besides the severe blood loss that nearly took her life, the car ident had also taken a toll on her body.

    Cedric had called for a psychiatrist, and Remington led the doctor into the study and answered some questions.

    "Mr. Dashiell, based on your description, your wife''s symptoms seem to confirm she''s suffering from postpartum depression."

    Even though Remington had braced himself, hearing the doctor''s diagnosis still felt like a punch to the gut.

    "You mentioned your wife had a mild case of depression four years ago. It''s not unusual for women to experience emotional fluctuations due to hormonal changes after childbirth, especially after going through such an ordeal..."

    The man sitting behind the desk, his expression dark and brooding, seemed to radiate a gloomy aura that made the doctor hesitant to say more.

    After a while, Remington spoke in a hoarse voice, "What''s the treatment? Is it curable? Are there any long-term effects?"

    His rapid session of questions revealed his deep concern.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    The doctor quickly responded, "Medication is part of the treatment, but it''s not enough on its own. This condition is primarily psychological. Your wife needs to rx, be supported, and not subjected to further stress or pressure. Helping her forget those painful memories, encouraging her to interact with friends and family, to talk about her feelings, and to rebuild her life goals and beliefs..."

    Remington listened intently and spent a long while discussing with the doctor before asking Cedric to escort the doctor out.

    He remained alone in the study until the evening.

    Fiona pushed open the door to the study, finding Remington still sitting motionless in the dark, like a silent and oppressive mountain.

    The room was unlit, and he blended into the darkness, lonelier and more forlorn than the night itself.

    Fiona sighed, "Remington, don''t be too hard on yourself..."

    The grandmother, despite intending to scold him, couldn''t bring herself to do it out ofpassion for her grandson.

    Startled by her presence, Remington

    seemed to only then notice her. He

    stood up, turned on amp, and walked over to assist her, asking, "Grandma, has she woken up?" en.swhovels

    "Why don''t you go see for yourself?" Fiona responded, noting that Remington hadn''t visited Lizetta since his return, even though she was resting in their old bedroom at the mansion.

    Remington''s lips tightened, "She doesn''t want to see me."

    "At least you''re aware of that much. But do you understand what you did wrong?" Fiona sighed again.

    Remington remained silent, clearly aware that Fiona was referring to his insistence on taking Lizetta out of the hospital to keep her under watch. He managed a bitter smile.

    How could he not realize his mistake?

    Thinking of Lizetta, struggling with her frail body to escape at all costs.

    Considering her gentle and uncontentious nature, yet driven to such a desperate act as to crash a car, willing to face death itself.

    He knew he had erred again.

    "You pushed her towards a dead

    end, Remington. When Liz wakes up,

    let her go. Stop forcing her," Fiona

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    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.

    Fiona looked at him in astonishment, "You want to keep it from her?"

    Remington''s lips were tightly p After a pause, he said, "The doctor mentioned she can''t

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    Thinking of Liz worrying about Daisy, afraid she was just a blood bag for the Dashiell family to use to save Joseph, and now, to end up like this...

    He himself couldn''t ept this truth, let alone Lizetta.

    Lizetta was already suffering from

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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.

    The room was lit by two floormps, with Lizetta sleeping peacefully, and a maid nearby, dozing off. Remington approached, and the maid woke up with a start, knocking over the chair in her haste.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    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.

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    Her silence might well be the best answer she could give.

    Remington lingered in the bedroom for a long while, aware that once she awoke, he might never again have the chance to be this close to her.

    Ray waited outside. When Remington emerged, Ray followed him into the study.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, you should rest for a bit..." Ray said, his eyes filled with concern.

    Though Remington appeared unscathed, standing tall and walking steadily, Ray couldn''t shake the feeling that he was like a bow stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment. He had internal injuries that had never been allowed to heal.

    "It''s nothing. What have you found out?" Remington asked as he sat down behind his desk, rubbing his temples.

    "We still haven''t found Lambert''s phone, but we did get his call log. It shows thest call was from his girlfriend. ording to the timeline, he must have snuck out right after that call."

    Lambert was the donor matched with Daisyseph for the bone marrow transnt.

    "Dig deeper!" Remingtonmanded.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, do you think this wasn''t an ident? That he was murdered?" Ray inquired.

    Remington pondered for a moment before replying, "Lambert had been cooperative since we agreed on the donation terms. Why would he suddenly sneak out that night? He couldn''t swim, and one would think he''d stay away from thekete at night, yet he drowned."

    "It is suspicious. If Lambert was indeed murdered, then someone was using Mrs. Hanna Dashiell as a puppet," Ray agreed.

    Remington''s eyes narrowed slightly. "Exactly. And for someone to do that, they''d have to know that Liz had an amniocentesis, that Hanna secretly arranged a typing, and that it was a match."

    Lizetta had only undergone

    amniocentesis once. That time, he rushed over and personally smashed the doctor''s syringe, but only now did he realize that the doctor had drawn two samples. The other sample had been safely stored before he arrived.

    Because amniocentesis for typing is moreplicated and less urate than cord blood typing, Hanna thought of drawing more for multiple typings. Hanna did the typing in secret. She said she hadn''t told anyone when the typing was sessful.

    So, how did someone find out?

    "At the time, Evelina was behind the amniocentesis scheme, and she''s been locked up at the West family''s ce recently," Ray said, his voice tightening and eyebrows furrowing. "Mr. Remington Dashiell, do you still suspect the West family?"

    The day had fully broken, sunlight

    streaming in and illuminating

    Remington''s face, though it did little to softer his stern, brooding

    l.ne

    features. His eyes, caught in the

    sunlight, gleamed red. "Yesterday,

    when Liz went there, the West family

    was too well-prepared!"

    It was clear the West family had anticipated Lizetta''s motives for visiting, setting a trap for her in advance. If it were purely Hanna''s doing, and the West family was oblivious, how could they have prepared so defensively?

    "Find out if Hanna identally let slip about the amniocentesis typing, and check if the typing doctor had contact with any suspicious individuals."

    After giving his orders, Ray turned to leave. He had taken a few steps when he turned back, urging, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, please get some rest. Your eyes are red fromck of sleep."

    Once Ray had left, Remington closed

    his eyes briefly, standing to light a cigarette, but he didn''t go to rest. He thought of Lizetta, who should be waking up by now, unaware of what situation she would find herself in. He was too worried to sleep.

    Yet, Lizetta didn''t wake. She remained unconscious, for over a day and a night, with no signs of waking up, which was far from normal.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

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    Remington was racked with worry, suspecting the Wests had harmed Lizetta in some way. A doctor, apanied by an assortment of medical equipment, arrived to conduct a thorough examination on Lizetta. However, the conclusion was that there was nothing physically wrong with Lizetta. The reason she wasn''t waking up might be her own reluctance to face the world. If they couldn''t wake her soon, she might slip into a deepa, which would be disastrous.

    Fiona held Lizetta''s hand, calling out to her repeatedly and talking to her, but Lizetta didn''t respond. Remington then called Ynda, who arrived quickly. Despite her crying and shouting at Lizetta, there was still no response. It was as if Lizetta hadpletely given up on the world, genuinely wanting to leave it all behind.

    *InMaple Cottage.\nIn the evening, Jerome''s assistant Horace hurried up the stairs and knocked on Jerome''s door without dy. Jerome was in the dressing room, just slipping on a shirt and hadn''t yet started buttoning it. A gust of wind flipped the corner of the white shirt, briefly revealing his toned physique.

    "Did you find out?" he asked without turning, his voice calm. Horace, trying not to stare, quickly replied, "Daisylin was found with both legs broken, discarded outside of Zion City. I found her begging under the bridge in Ashfield. I got it straight from her; she really did give birth at Rainbow Hospital! On the day of the delivery, Hans said they couldn''t afford the hospital fees, so he rushed her discharge, and she left the hospital the same day. This is a sample of Daisylin''s hair."

    Jerome''s hand, buttoning his shirt, paused with force. Years ago, Elsa had apanied him to Zion City for a chess tournament when she unexpectedly went into prematurebor. Though he was young at the time, the memory was vivid. The hospital Elsa was taken to was Rainbow Hospital. Lizetta and Andrea were born on the same day, in the same hospital. Considering Mrs. Bernice Madden''s natural affinity for Lizetta and the resemnce between Lizetta and Elsa, Jerome''s breathing deepened. He was nearly certain of his spection. Lizetta was probably the real Ms. Madden.

    Descending the stairs with Horace, they found Mrs. Bernice Madden and Andrea in the midst of a tug-of-war in the living room.

    "Let go of me! Stop pulling me!" Mrs. Bernice Madden''s voice was filled with panic and dissatisfaction, while Andrea clung to the elderlydy''s hand, trying to drag her toward the room. "Grandma, please, don''t you want to wear your beautiful gown and go with me to the show? It''ll be fun."

    "I won''t go, I won''t!" Mrs. Bernice Madden struggled, uncooperative. Andrea, frustration shing in her eyes, was about to summon the servants to forcefully take Mrs

    Bernice Madden back to her room when Jerome''s voice echoed from the staircase.

    "Andrea, what are you doing?"

    Andrea''s heart tightened, and she let go of Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden immediately turned and hurried towards Jerome. Rolfing up her sleeves, she pointed at Andrea andined to Jerome with a pout. Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    "Jerome, she''s a bully, she hurt me!" Indeed, there were red marks on Mrs. Bernice Madden''s arms, clearly from Andrea''s forceful tugging.

    Jerome frowned slightly, looking at Andrea. Andrea appeared hurt and wronged. "Brother, I just wanted Grandma toe with me to a concert. Ever since we arrived in Zion City, nobody has had time for me!"

    It was always about Lizetta. These

    past few days, with Lizetta gone, felt blissfully peaceful. Yet, Mrs. Bernice Madden stilt remembered her, causing a fuss morning and night She would call out for Elsa at dawn and seek her at dusk. Just now, Mrs. Bernice Madden had been causing a scene about going out to find Lizetta, and Andrea, feeling upset, had insisted on coaxing the elderlydy to apany her to a musical.

    But Mrs. Bernice Madden''s resistance was fierce, and in a moment of anger, Andrea had been a bit too forceful.

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    Jerome couldn''t believe his eyes when he caught Mrs. Bernice Madden, the matriarch of the family, using Andrea of being a troublemaker. And what was this? Lizetta, the golden grandchild, was apparently the one filling her grandmother''s head with all kinds of nonsense.

    "Listen, Andrea, we came to Zion City not for a vacation but to get Grandpa the best treatment from Dr. Wen. With Grandpa out, it''s even more important you look after Grandma," he said, his voice dipping with a hint of annoyance.

    "I was just trying to take care of Grandma, that''s why I wanted her to get some fresh air with me," Andrea protested.

    But Mrs. Madden was having none of it. "That''s not true. She pinched me! Jerome, do you think she''s trying to get rid of me by taking me out and leaving me somewhere?"

    Tears welled up in Andrea''s eyes, "Grandma, how could you say that? You used to adore me before you got sick. Why are you always against me now?"

    She looked genuinely hurt, causing Mrs. Madden to shrink back behind Jerome like a child caught in a misdeed.

    Jerome, after inspecting Mrs. Madden''s arm and finding the marks to be from a tug rather than a pinch, sighed in frustration.

    "Andrea, you''re old enough to understand Grandma''s condition. Why are you arguing with her over this?"

    With her eyes brimming with tears, Andrea apologized, "Sorry, Grandma. If you don''t want to go out, that''s fine. I shouldn''t have insisted."

    Mrs. Madden, still wary, opted to retreat to her room with Jerome''s assistance.

    "Andrea, why don''t you call some friends and go out? Buy whatever you like," Jerome suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

    "You''re paying?" Andrea''s eyes sparkled.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Jerome raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I''ll cover it."

    "Remember, you said it. Don''t be surprised if I end up spending a few thousand," Andrea teased with a yful smile.

    As Jerome was about to leave, Andrea yelped in pain. Her hair had gotten tangled in Jerome''s sapphire cufflinks.

    "Hold still, I''ll get it," he said, leaning in close, his minty cologne enveloping her, causing her to blush.

    Once freed, Andrea tried to convince

    Jerome

    join her, but he had other

    s to attend to. Disappoint

    she left to make the most of her day.

    Meanwhile, Jerome, still holding a few strands of Andrea''s hair wrapped around his finger, received an unexpected call fro

    vonover.

    Dashiell.

    Mr.

    "I''m surprised Mr. Dashiell would call me," Jerome mused, answering the phone with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

    "Liz is in trouble. I was hoping Mrs.

    Madden could visit the Dashiell estate to see her. Is it a good time?" Remington''s voice was hoarse, a sign of desperation. It was unlike him to seek help, especially from a rival. Just days ago, he had

    10

    destroyed a tracker in Jerome''s car, and now, here he was, swallowing his pride.

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    The doctor examined Lizetta and, despite some external injuries, found nothing internally that would cause her to remain unconscious. It was concluded that her prolongeda might have psychological roots, and it was suggested that her loved ones should try talking to her more.

    That''s when Remington realized that Lizetta didn''t have many people who mattered to her. Since she was eight and came to live with the Dashiell family, he and his grandmother were her closest kin. Yet, it was also them, and the Dashiell family atrge, who had caused her the deepest wounds.

    Unable to wake her, Remington called Ynda and Lucian to her side, but despite their long conversations with Lizetta, there was no change. Ynda mentioned that Mrs. Bernice Madden had a special bond with Lizetta, suggesting that perhaps she could make a difference.

    With a heavy heart, Remington dialed Jerome''s number.

    "What''s happened?" Jerome''s worry was palpable through the brief silence that followed, his tone carrying an edge of usation.

    Gripping the phone tighter, Remington''s voice was rough with emotion, "She''s in aa... Mrs. Bernice Madden-"

    "I''m bringing Grandma over right now," Jerome interjected before Remington could finish. Without waiting for a thank you, he hung up, his concern and urgency clear even through the phone. Feeling a weight on his chest, Remington tore off his tie in frustration, struggling to breathe.

    Just then, there was a knock on the door. He opened it, hoping for good news about Lizetta, but instead found Cedric and a psychologist.

    "Mr. Dashiell, Dr. Daphne is here to see you," Cedric announced.

    Dr. Daphne, known as the best psychologist in Zion City, greeted Remington with a gentle smile. She was the epitome of calm, with frameless sses and her hair tied back in a simple ponytail.

    "I''ve already visited the patient. Now, I''d like to ask Mr. Dashiell a few questions, if you''d be so kind as to answer them honestly," she said as they took a seat.

    Remington was hesitant to revisit the painful events that led to Lizetta''s state but understood the necessity.

    "Is it really that important?" he asked, skepticismcing his words.

    "Absolutely," Dr. Daphne assured. "Thest word''s she heard or the final thoughts she had before slipping into this state might be key to understanding why she refuses to wake up. We need to address the root cause."

    Remington shared the story, and after listening, Dr. Daphne offered her professional insight.

    "It seems she might be

    overwhelmed with sorrow and disappointment, possibly fearing that waking up would mean facing further confinement by you, MR Dashiell. It''s likely she''s chosen to remain asleep to avoid this."

    The possibility that Lizetta was in this state because of him turned Remington''s face even paler.

    "So, you''re saying she''s doing this because she feels forced by me and doesn''t want to face me?" he asked, the intensity in his eyes making even the seasoned psychologist momentarily uneasy.

    "I suggest that you try reassuring her

    that she won''t be forced intoThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    ¡ª

    anything anymore. It''s likely she can hear you Right now, what she needs most is hope - a reason to want to stay alive and awake," Dr. Daphne advised, emphasizing the

    importance of conveying a sense of hope and desire for life.

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    Stepping out of his study, Remington made his way to the bedroom just as Ynda wasing out from the room.

    He had been hoping against hope that Ynda would manage to wake Lizetta from her deep slumber. He looked at her, questioning with his gaze. Ynda''s eyes were swollen from crying, and upon seeing Remington, her look could freeze hell over,cking even the energy to curse him.

    She shot Remington a re that could cut ss and walked past him without another word.

    Cassius, following behind, shook his head at Remington, advising, "Remi, she did everything she could, cried her voice hoarse, and Liz didn''t budge. I think it''s on you now, buddy. Give it another shot." Ynda, a few steps away, stopped and turned back at Cassius''s words, her gaze fixed on Remington.

    "Give me a break, don''t put him on a pedestal. Liz is like this because of him! Anyone could wake Liz up, but he''s thest person who could! If Liz heard his voice, she''d probably want to reincarnate on the spot! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

    Realizing her words were inauspicious, Ynda looked regretful.

    She was truly muddled by Remington''s actions, hitting her mouth lightly in frustration before turning to hurry downstairs.

    She decided to wait for Mrs. Bernice Madden, thest beacon of hope.

    Cassius, pointing at Ynda''s retreating figure, said, "She''s out of her wits, Remi. Don''t take it to heart."

    Without a word, Remington entered the room, closing the door behind him.

    Approaching the bed, the dim light cast a soft glow on Lizetta''s face, lying motionless, seemingly frailer than before.

    Where other women gained weight after childbirth, she had be visibly thinner in just a few days.

    Remington reached out to hold her hand but hesitated, recalling the therapist''s advice. He stood there, speaking in a choked voice.

    "Liz, I don''t know if you can hear me, but if you can, please wake up. Because I truly realize my mistake now.

    If you wake up, I won''t hold you back. You once said exes should be like the dead to each other, and I failed to be a good husband. At least give me a chance to be a decent ex?"

    It was challenging for Remington to articte each word.

    He finished speaking, hoping against hope to see her open her eyes and respond with a "yes."

    But Lizetta remained still, her eyshes casting shadows on her cheeks.

    Just then, voices and footsteps echoed from outside.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden had arrived. Remington took onest look at Lizetta and stepped out of the room.

    Opening the door, he saw Ynda

    supporting Mrs. Bernice Madd

    with Jerome trailing behind,

    With

    Fiona as they approached.

    "Mrs. Bernice Madden, I appreciate youring."

    Remington stepped aside, nodding respectfully to Mrs. Bernice Madden.

    She didn''t spare him a nce, only letting out a heavy "hmm" as she passed by.

    The group entered the room together, and Remington didn''t follow.

    He walked to the staircase, lighting a cigarette, his forehead creased with worry. The cigarette became damp with nervous sweat before he could take a few puffs. Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    He was anxious that even the Maddens couldn''t wake Lizetta, torn between hope for her awakening and jealousy if she did. Before he could dwell further, a burst of exmations came from the bedroom.

    Remington''s hand trembled, turning to look in urgency.

    Cassius burst out of the room, "Remi, it''s a miracle, Lizetta''s awake! She''s really awake, man, you''ve got to see this."

    The cigarette in Remington''s hand

    Scrushed in his palm, the

    na stark reminder the

    this

    wasn''t a dream.

    She was truly awake. Was it Jerome''s voice that did it?

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    The psychologist said that what Lizetta needed was to feel hope and a sense of belonging again, to awaken her spirit.

    So, was Jerome the one who could give her that hope and sense of belonging now?

    The thought dimmed the light in Remington''s handsome features, previously brightened by Lizetta''s moments of consciousness, bit by bit. He seemed to turn into a statue of silence.

    "Remi? Aren''t you going to check on her?" Cassius, noticing Remington''s stillness, asked in surprise.

    Remington''s throat moved with difficulty, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What did the Maddens tell her?"

    He wanted to know what had awakened her.

    Cassius frowned slightly, confused, "They didn''t say anything special, you know. Mrs. Bernice Madden didn''t even recognize people, got the names all wrong. She just cried, holding Lizetta''s hand, asking her if she really had the heart to leave her family behind, saying she should wake up ande home with her."

    "And Jerome?"

    Cassius then realized what Remington was getting at. It seemed that with Lizetta''s awakening, Remington''s jealousy had awakened as well.

    "Jerome didn''t say anything special either. He mentioned that his aunt loved to dance too, but because she was the sole heir to the Maddens, she never pursued a career in dance. However, she collected many beautiful dance costumes and shoes, and he asked Lizetta if she wanted to see them. Then, Lizetta woke up..."

    As Cassius spoke, Remington''s expression turned increasingly cold, and Cassius noticed fragments falling from between Remington''s fingers to the ground. It seemed Remington wanted to crush not the half- smoked cigarette in his hand, but Jerome''s bones.

    Cassius chuckled nervously, "Remi, I

    don''t think it was necessarily the Maddens who woke Lizetta. It might''ve been a coincidence. She was due to wake up anyway. But, Remi, you really should go to her now. Don''t let Lizetta think you''ve been ignoring her these past days, leaving Jerome by her side... Hey? Remi, where are you going?"

    But before Cassius could finish, Remington had already turned away, not towards Lizetta''s bedroom. Watching his retreating back, Cassius frowned.

    No way, at such a crucial time, was Remi really leaving the field to his rival? Was he actually prepared to give up on Lizetta, resigning himself to being the lesser man?

    Cassius turned towards the

    bedroom, only to see Ynda, supporting Fiona,ing out. At a nce, he saw Lizetta, wrapped in a thick cashmere nket and wearing a hat eradled in Jerome''s arms, with Mrs. Bernice Madden following by her side, holding Lizetta''s hand, walking out.

    Cassius''s face changed, "What''s going on?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Ynda, her eyes swollen from crying, red at him. "Of course, we''re taking Liz home. Get out of the way and stop bothering us!"

    As she spoke, she tried to push past Cassius, who stood his ground, looking towards Fiona.

    "Fiona, you agreed to this? Remi doesn''t know yet... Mmh!"

    Before he could finish, Ynda, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up and mped her hand over his mouth. "Liz has just woken up; you better not mention that man in front of her again!"

    She pushed Cassius aside, and though he wanted to resist, Fiona said, "Let it be, Cass."

    Lizetta had awakened to Mrs. Bernice Madden''s plea to take her home, which meant she no longer wanted to stay at the Dashiell family mansion. In such a state, she probably wouldn''t recover well.

    Fiona had wanted to keep Lizetta around, but thinking of everything Hanna had done, she felt too ashamed to say anything.

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    Fiona could see it clear as day - Mrs. Bernice Madden genuinely adored Lizetta. Maybe, just maybe, a change of scenery, a brand new environment, could help her move on faster. When Cassius heard Fiona speak up, despite his worry and difort for Remington, he frowned but didn''t object further.

    Jerome then picked Lizetta up and started making their way downstairs.

    At the doorstep, waiting for the chauffeur to bring the car around, Lizetta, who had been quietly leaning on Jerome, stirred slightly.

    Jerome, sensing the movement, looked down at her with gentle eyes. "What is it?" he asked, wondering if she was looking for Remington, if there was something she still wanted to say to him. But with her pale lips quivering, she simply said, "Grandma..."

    Immediately, Jerome turned around to face Fiona, who was being supported by Tina.

    "Fiona, Liz has something she wants to tell you."

    Fiona thought Lizetta didn''t even want to acknowledge her anymore. Surprised by the remark, she hurried over.

    "Liz, Grandma''s here..."

    Lizetta gave Fiona a weak smile, "Fiona, I''ll visit you once I''m feeling better."

    Fiona''s eyes instantly welled up with tears, almost spilling over.

    She couldn''t help but notice the shift in Lizetta''s address. For years, it had always been ''Grandma'', and now it was ''Fiona''.

    It was as if Lizetta was truly stepping out of the Dashiell family''s door, no longer one of them.

    Yet, the child, with her kind heart and grateful spirit, was stillforting her, assuring her that she bore no grudge against her grandmother.

    Fiona turned her head to hide her tears, then gently patted Lizetta on the shoulder.

    "Alright, then. Fiona will be waiting for you," she managed to say.

    Lizetta nodded lightly.

    At that moment, a servant came in to announce the car was ready. Jerome, looking down, said softly, "It''s windy outside, how about we

    put

    on a scarf?"

    Noticing the sweat on Lizetta''s forehead, Jerome was worried she might catch a cold.

    Ynda stepped forward, quickly wrapping a scarf around Lizetta''s neck, adjusting it so that it covered her face snugly.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    With that, Jerome strode out of the Dashiell mansion, Ynda and Mrs. Bernice Madden following close behind.

    The Madden family''s car was parked outside the hall. After descending the steps and walking a few paces, Lizetta was helped into the car with Ynda and Mrs. Bernice Madden getting in after to take care of her.

    Jerome, having driven himself over, saw they were all settled before getting into the driver''s seat.

    As he opened the door to get in, he instinctively nced towards the second-floor balcony.

    There, a tall, dark silhouette stood, silently watching.

    The night blurred the man''s features, making it impossible to discern his expression.

    Jerome didn''t try to make it out. He bent into the car and smoothly drove away.

    The weather was beautiful that evening, with nightfall approaching.

    Yet, a hint of twilight lingered in the sky, the lights of the Dashiell family''s mansion lit one by one, casting a glow on the car as it slowly departed. Remington watched, his mind drifting back to the night when Thaddeus had carried Lizetta to the Dashiell family''s doorstep.

    That night he had weed her

    into the Dashiell home, believing she would always be a Dashiell, whether

    as a sister or a wife, forever bound

    to him, Remington.

    But now, she was truly leaving.

    As the twilight fadedpletely and the warm summer breeze blew, Remington felt as if his heart was caught in an eternal snowfall.

    A turmoil stirred within him, and he gripped the railing to steady himself, but a familiar bitter sweetness rose in his throat.

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    In the car, leaving the old Dashiell estate, Lizetta slightly lifted her head from beneath the nket. "Something wrong? Need some water?" Ynda immediately grasped Lizetta''s hand with concern.

    With a slight smile, Lizetta gestured for help to sit up a bit more.

    Ynda carefully propped her up, treating her as delicately as one would a porcin doll, while Mrs. Bernice Madden, sitting beside them, busied herself wrapping Lizetta snugly in the nket again. Once semi-upright, Lizetta turned her gaze to Jerome in the driver''s seat.

    Noticing her movements, Jerome had already slowed the car, keeping watch through the rearview mirror.

    Their eyes met in the mirror, Jerome waiting silently for her to speak.

    "Could you please take me to Skyline Hospital? I had already arranged with my senior to be admitted there."

    Following the car ident and significant blood loss, the doctors were concerned about potentialplications due to therge transfusion. They advised that Lizetta stay in the hospital for at least a couple of weeks to ensure she was out of danger.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    She needed ongoing treatment, and although she had just agreed to go home with Mrs. Bernice Madden to leave the Dashiell estate behind swiftly, she wasn''t actually rted to the Madden family. It wouldn''t be right or proper to impose on them, especially in her current state.

    But as soon as she spoke, Mrs. Bernice Madden''s eyes welled up, clutching Lizetta''s hand tightly.

    "Elsa, you''re noting home with me again? You promised," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "No, we need to go home now, speed up, Jerome!"

    Lizetta, seeing Mrs. Bernice Madden on the verge of tears, quickly reassured her with a smile.

    "I need to be in the hospital when I''m sick. Once I''m better, I promise toe home, okay?"

    Mrs. Bernice Madden was clearly not pleased, insisting, "We could have a doctore to the house! You''re just making excuses. Last time, I couldn''t find you at the hospital!"

    She was referring to a previous incident when Lizetta was secretly moved from her hospital room by Remington, a detail Mrs. Bernice Madden remembered all too well. Lizetta shook her head, "It won''t happen this time. I promise to stay put in the hospital."

    Seeking support, she looked towards Jerome.

    However, Jerome didn''t take her side. Instead, he said, "Grandma and I promised Fiona we''d take good care of you. How would it look if we just dropped you off at the hospital now?"

    Lizetta''s face twisted with embarrassment and urgency.

    Nelson, who hadn''te along this time, probably didn''t even know she had left the Dashiell estate with Mrs. Bernice Madden and Jerome.

    Whether Nelson would mind her staying with the Maddens for her recovery was still a question. Lizetta hadn''t forgotten that the Maddens had another family member, Andrea, who hadn''t seemed too fond of her during theirst encounter

    Besides, with her current condition, Lizetta wasn''t keen on dealing with romanticplications or facing Jerome all the time.

    Feeling stuck and beginning to regret her haste in leaving with the Maddens, she saw Jerome''s expression soften as he noticed her distress.

    "Rest up. We need to turn right up ahead to get to Skyline Hospital," Jerome finally conceded.

    Lizetta, slightly taken aback at first, soon rxed, giving Jerome a genuinely relieved smile.

    Jerome returned the smile briefly before focusing back on the road, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the steering wheel.

    He had picked up a couple of her hairs from the bed when he had carried her away, nning to conduct a paternity test soon. Though he was eager to bring her into the Madden fold, Jerome knew they had to clear up all uncertainties first.

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    Andrea is a piece of work, to put it mildly. Not exactly the easiest person to get along with.

    Before things are clear, it wouldn''t do for Lizetta to arrive at the Madden household too early. It might just make her ufortable, or worse, she could end up being treated poorly.

    Taking Lizetta to the hospital first is a wise move. Once the paternity testes back, and if Lizetta turns out to be the true Madden offspring, whoever forged Andrea''s paternity test years ago will need to be found and dealt with quickly.

    The person who faked the test might also be the one who swapped the babies. If that''s the case, they wouldn''t want us discovering Lizetta''s true identity and might even try to harm her in secret.

    Without resolving these issues, now is not the time to bring Lizetta back to the Madden family.

    Jerome had only just left the Dashiell mansion when Ray had to help an again vomiting Remington into the car.

    As they drove away from the Dashiell estate, they spotted the Madden family''s car in the distance. Jerome was probably driving slowly out of concern for Lizetta''s condition.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, that''s your wife''s car ahead," Ray pointed out.

    Remington, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them to stare intently at the vehicle ahead as if trying to see through its windows.

    "That''s odd, why are they turning left? Maple Cottage isn''t in that direction..."

    "Follow them," Remington instructed before Ray could finish.

    Ray frowned, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, your bleeding must''ve gotten worse. We should head to the hospital; the doctors are waiting."

    Remington had indeed coughed up a significant amount of blood, and Ray had already alerted the doctor.

    The doctor had warned that Remington''s internal bleeding was not under control and that surgery was urgently needed.

    Despite this, Remington was insistent on following his wife, even though she clearly didn''t want to see him. What good would catching up to her do?

    Yet, a single stern look from Remington silenced any objections.

    Ray reluctantly followed his orders, taking care not to get too close.

    After half an hour, they arrived at the hospital parking lot. Ray, who had gone to gather information, rushed back to the car to update Remington.

    "Your wife has been settled into the maternity ward. Let''s get you back to Dashiell Hospital; the doctors have been calling for the third time."

    "Dashiell Hospital? More like Swiss Cheese Hospital at this point. I''d be worried they''d harvest my organs on the operating table without me knowing!"Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    There had been incidents at Dashiell

    Hospital that raised eyebrows,

    including unauthorized use of ne

    blood and secretive amniotic fluid sampling forpatibility tests. en.swhovels

    Moreover, there was an attempt to silence a whistleblower, which, although part of a trap set by Remington, shockingly involved a hospital doctor.

    The hospital had been riddled with corruption, much of it linked to Mrs. Hanna Dashiell of the Dashiell family.

    After uncovering the truth behind Daisy''s surgery, Remington had made a scene at the hospital, punishing all involved who had been bribed by Hanna. But the idea of Remington being harvested for organs was far-fetched.

    Watching Remington, stubbornly making his way to the hospital''s outpatient building, clutching his stomach, Ray sighed and followed. He couldn''t help but wonder why Remington was putting himself through this.

    With professional Dr. Hogan by

    17.

    Lizetta''s side, and the attentive Mr. Madden showering her with care, wouldn''t Remington be better off keeping his distance? It seemed like he was just setting himself up for heartache.

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    \"Has he left yet?\"

    Three hours after undergoing gastric surgery, Remington Dashiell sat up in his hospital bed, looking up from his paperwork to ask in a deep voice.

    Ray nced at his wristwatch; it was nearing 10 p.m. But he was pretty sure that the two men who had visited Lizetta''s room were still hanging around.

    \"Mr. Dashiell, you''ve asked that three times now. The doctor advised you to rest. You did just have surgery, after all...\"

    Ray wanted to add that seeing as he was currently a patient, perhaps he could act a bit more normal and not as if he was on some hospital stakeout. But meeting Remington''s gaze, he found himself unable to voice those thoughts.

    Changing tack, he stood up, saying, \"Shall I go check by Mrs. Dashiell''s room again?\"

    Remington''s voice was cold as ice: \"Visiting hours ended at 8 p.m.\"

    \"That''s true, but Dr. White has privileges here, being staff and all. And as for Mr. Madden, he did leave quickly after settling Mrs. Bernice Madden in. But he''s beening back every hour on the hour, bringing snacks for her. Perhaps it''s because eating right before bed isn''t ideal, so he stays to chat for a while...\"

    A shadow crossed Remington''s face. \"Hospital visiting hours are there so patients can rest. Should privileges allow someone to disregard these rules and disturb patients?\"

    His anger red, and Ray thought it was impressive Mr. Dashiell had managed to hold it in for two hours already. It was almost 10 p.m., surely Mr. Madden and Dr. White couldn''t be nning to stay the night? Ray hurriedly stood, \"Of course not! I understand what you mean, Mr. Dashiell!\"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Perhaps Lizetta had been sleeping too much these past few days. Upon waking, though weak and drained, her spirits were high.

    After Jerome took Mrs. Madden home, he brought back a nutritious meal for Lizetta. Following Dr. White''s advice for small, frequent meals, Lizetta ate in two sittings over two hours.

    Jerome insisted on waiting until she

    was done, to take the insted food container back, making it easier to bring meals the next day. He said it was a task Mrs. Madden had strictly assigned to him. Lizetta didn''t feel it was right to ask him to leave, but with Jerome sticking around, Dr. White promptly dered he was on night duty at the hospital. As it wasn''t busy, he preferred thepany to the quiet of his office

    and decided to stay as well.

    When a nurse knocked and entered, Lizetta had just finished eating, and Ynda was cleaning up.

    "What''s up?\" Ynda asked quietly as the nurse entered. The presence of Hogan and Jerome caught her attention, and both men turned to look.

    Dr. White was a known face around

    was a

    the hospital, a celebrity doctor whose looks and skills had garnered him countless admirers. The other man, said to be the CEO of a major corporation, also had an imposing presence that demanded attention.

    The nurse, feeling the weight of their gaze, blushed slightly but managed to say, \"Dr. Wilson''s orders were for Ms. Gardenia to ensure she gets enough rest...\"

    In truth, the nurse''s station had received aint from a family on the same floor, iming that the noise from this room was disturbing their rest. Not daring to outright ask them to leave, she hinted at it instead.

    Lizetta, propped up in bed, sighed in

    relief upon hearing the nurse. She turned to Jerome and Hogan, \"Thank you both for looking after me, but Yoli''s here, and I''ll be fine. You should both head back and rest.

    And please, don''t trouble yourselves toe back tomorrow

    Catching Ynda''s eye, who nodded in understanding, she swiftly packed the cleaned dishes into a bag and handed it to Jerome.

    \"Mr. Madden, here''s your insted container. I can handle Liz''s meals for now; I''m actually free these days.\"

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    Jerome greeted Ms. Ynda with a warm smile as he took the bag from her hands, nodding in appreciation.

    "Thanks for your effort, Ms. Ynda."

    His words seemed to suggest an intimacy with Lizetta that wasn''t there before. Ynda internally rolled her eyes but responded with a smile and a nod, choosing not to add anything more.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Then, Jerome turned to Lizetta, "Make sure you get some rest."

    "Will do."

    Hogan chimed in, "Liz, I''ll swing by tomorrow when I''m free to check on you."

    Without waiting for Lizetta to respond, he looked over at Jerome and gestured with his hand.

    "Mr. Madden, let me walk you out. I know my way around the hospital pretty well. I haven''t taken any days off recently, so I''ve been here every day. I''m quite familiar with the maternity ward, so you can rest assured that Liz is in good hands. As her senior colleague, I''ll make sure she''s taken care of. You''re a busy man, Mr. Madden; no need toe by all the time..."

    The two men then left the room together.

    Ynda, having escorted them to the door and closed it, returned to Lizetta''s bedside and couldn''t help but chuckle at the visibly rxed demeanor of her friend.

    "Seems like juggling admirers isn''t as fun as it sounds, huh?"

    Lizetta let out an exasperatedugh and reached out to Ynda.

    "And you''reughing! I was giving you signals to help me out, and you just ignored them. Come on, I need to use the restroom!"

    Seeing the urgency in her friend''s request, Ynda moved to assist her, letting out another chuckle.

    "Maybe it was a miscalction? Honestly, I think you''d be better off going back with Mrs. Bernice Madden. At least then you wouldn''t be caught in a crossfire. Between Mr. Madden and Dr. White, I still think Mr. Madden is a better match."

    The Maddens clearly favored Lizetta, and Jerome wasn''t really the heir to the Madden estate, so the likelihood of facing a terrible mother-inwdike Hanna seemed slim. Moving to Tranquil Meadows and leaving behind the heartache of Zion City might not be such a bad idea.

    Hogan''s situation was different. The White family might not be as prestigious as the Dashiell family, but they were still well-off.

    When the White family approached

    the Dashiell family for a marriage

    proposal, Hogan was

    wheelchair-bound. Helen White didn''t even bother to consult Lizetta before showing up, leaving no foom for rejection. Perhaps Helen thought Lizetta marrying Hogan, even in his condition, was a step up Now that Hogan has recovered, who knows what Helen is thinking.

    If Lizetta did marry into that family, she might end up dealing with another Hanna.

    Lizetta waved her hand dismissively, her smile tinged with bitterness. She was still healing from her wounds, far from ready to entertain such thoughts. Thankfully, the hospital''s strict policies and the reminders from the nurses kept her from being overwhelmed.

    Unknown to her, in the neighboring room, Ray let out a sigh of relief as he heard footsteps fade away.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, they''ve left."

    "I have ears," Remington replied curtly, cing the documents he had been holding all night on the table before lying down to rest.

    Ray, internally rolling his eyes at the repeated inquiries, was interrupted by a notification on his phone.

    ncing down, he saw a video sent by one of his subordinates. Opening it, he was immediately greeted by the familiar screams of Ste. The video showed a scene in a club where Ste was being held down by two servants. A heavy-set woman, dressedvishly, was cursing and stomping on Ste.

    Ray looked up after a brief nce and said, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, we''ve received a response from Ms. West''s side. Would you like to personally review the oue?"

    Remington, already lying down, didn''t bother to look at the phone, showing no interest as he coldly responded.

    "The club isn''t far from Dashiell Hospital. She''ll likely seek treatment nearby. Order that Dashiell Hospital will no longer ept the Wests for treatment."

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    At the West family mansion.

    Ste was carried into the house by two of the staff, her face bearing the clear marks of two ps, with the extent of her injuries elsewhere yet unknown. The staff gentlyid her on the living room couch, and Ste immediately felt a sharp pain in her lower back and abdomen.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    "Ah! You useless fools, you''re pressing on my injuries!" Recovering from the jolt of pain, Ste shrieked and pushed the staff away. The staff members, flustered, hurriedly said, "Miss, is it your back that''s badly hurt? Quick, let''s have Miss lie on her stomach."

    Saying this, they, along with two other staff members, helped Ste turn over. This resulted in Ste screaming again, her face beaded with cold sweat from the pain. As the staff members fumbled to help her up, Ste nearly cried out, "Get away from me! Don''t touch me!"

    While the staff members stood around, uncertain of what to do, Martin, who had been asleep, was woken up by the noise and came downstairs. "What''s all this racket?"

    "Dad, I... I got beaten up. Dad, you have to find out who did this, we can''t let her get away! I want her to kneel before me and pay back a hundred, no, a thousand times!"

    "Someone call the doctor, now!" Martin barked at the staff, who hurriedly went to make the call. Only then did Martin turn to Ste, frowning. "Enough with the noise, what exactly happened?!"

    Ste, clutching her abdomen and

    whimpering in pain, tears streaming

    down her face, finally managed to exin. She had heard that Lizetta had been taken away from the

    Dashiell family estate earlier that evening and, feeling overjoyed, decided to treat herself to some spa time at the club. She wasn''t getting any younger and, despite having suffered a lot in the past her skin still looked decent at a nce. Butpared to the real heiresses and socialites, she wascking. Not to mention, Lizetta had that radiant, wlessplexion. Ste had wanted to pamper herself, hoping that, one day, Remington would notice her beauty.

    But just as she was falling asleep under the masseuse''s hands, several women burst in. The leader was a hefty woman, weighing around 200 pounds, who stormed in, calling Ste a home-wrecker and a tramp, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her off the massage table. She dragged Ste out of the spa, not giving her a chance to speak, and started beating her. By the time the club''s security and Ste''s driver managed to rescue her, the hefty woman and her group had already sped away in their car!

    "Sobbing, Jeff took me to the Dashiell hospital, but they had just admitted a bunch of people with food poisoning and were too busy to see us. They wouldn''t even let us in the door!"

    Ste grew even angrier as she

    recounted this, clenching her fists. "It must be because those doctors and nurses knew about Remington kicking us out of the hospital, they just wanted to kick us while we were down But Remington was just upset about losing his son; he wouldn''t really hold a grudge! He definitely didn''t know about tonight''s incident with the nurses; even if he was mad, he wouldn''t let them humiliate me like this!"

    Once Remington cooled down, and she managed to win him over again, bing the new Mrs. Dashiell, she swore she''d make those who had wronged her pay. They''d all be fired from the hospital if she had her way!

    "Ah! It hurts!" Lost in her thoughts, Ste mmed her hand down on the couch, inadvertently aggravating her injuries, and screamed, her face contorted in agony.

    Martin''s gaze darkened. "Idiot! Did you ever stop to think why someone would attack you out of the blue?"

    "How should I know? I''ve never even seen that fat woman before. She looks like a pig; what kind of man would she have that I would want to steal? I..."

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    Tears streaming down her cheeks, Ste met her father Martin''s mocking gaze and suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.

    "Dad, are you saying that Remington had someone attack me tonight? To avenge that wench, Lizetta?"

    The chilling thought made Ste shiver.

    She shook her head, refusing to believe it. "No, Remington couldn''t possibly be so cruel..."

    Yet, Ste couldn''t ignore the fact that she had been kicked repeatedly in the abdomen. And that was exactly where she had targeted Lizetta during their fight, focusing her attacks on Lizetta''s abdomen and back, knowing she had just given birth.

    It was eerily simr to how that hefty woman had attacked her tonight. And Remington had walked in on her assaulting Lizetta that day.

    Suddenly, Ste''s injuries seemed to hurt even more.

    "Sir, the police are here."

    Ste had been attacked at the beauty salon and had immediately called the police.

    Her face lit up with hope. "They must have caught the culprit!"

    It couldn''t have been Remington! Maybe it was someone else, or perhaps that hefty woman had simply mistaken her for someone else.

    But when the police entered, they informed Ste that the salon''s surveince was down, and it would take time to identify the assant. The hefty woman had used a customer''s card to enter the salon, a card belonging to Tracy, who imed she had lost it two days before.

    In short, the perpetrator had vanished without a trace, and though the police would continue to search, Ste sensed it was a pretext. With so many cases to handle, the likelihood of finding the assant if not tonight was slim.

    After the police left, Ste''s tears fell even harder, clutching at Martin''s sleeve.

    "Dad, you have to get the West family on this. How could the salon''s surveince just happen to be down? I..."

    Martin cut her off, his voice heavy.

    "No point in looking. It won''t help."

    Clearly, if Remington was behind it, finding the person would be impossible; they could be out of Zion City by now.

    Ste choked up. "So I just take a beating for nothing?"

    Breathing was painful, and she feared her ribs were broken.

    Martin''s face was grim. "Lay low for a while."

    Ste clenched her fists, her eyes burning with resentment and humiliation.

    That night, the West family household was filled with Ste''s sobbing and temper tantrums.

    Hospital.

    The next morning, Ynda burst out of the bathroom, phone in hand, her face alight with excitement.

    "Liz, have

    a

    y is a b****! You

    this video; it''s so satisfying, you could devour bowls of chili in one go!" belongs to

    You

    & wontent

    Ynda''s smile faded slightly as gaze

    Cited to Lizetta, who was on the bed, instinctive v

    g her abdomen.

    Lizetta looked out the window, her

    delicate face serene yet

    mncholic. Since waking up,

    Lizetta had been weak but otherwise

    normal, joking andughing withContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    them making Ynda almost forget that Remington mentioned Lizetta was suffering from postpartum depression.

    Lizetta seemed a moment too slow to react, blinking at Ynda before smiling softly.

    "Yoli, what video were you talking about?"

    Seeing her gentle, tender smile tugged at Ynda''s heart.

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    Ynda had stumbled upon a video circting in the upscale Zion City socialite circles showing Ste being roughed up, and initially thought sharing it with Lizetta might cheer her up. But now, she felt keeping anything rted to Remington and his circle away from Lizetta was perhaps the kindest act.

    As Ynda looked down to close the paused video, her fingers slipped, and the video red to life.

    "Ah! Help, get off... It wasn''t me!"

    Ste''s screams immediately filled the air.

    Ynda could see the smile fade from Lizetta''s face.

    Regretting herck of rity, she quickly dimmed her phone''s screen, intending to pocket it, but Lizetta had already raised her hand.

    "I want to see."

    With no choice, Ynda walked over.

    The video, filmed by an unknown bystander, only captured the back of the hefty woman assaulting Ste, but Ste, pinned and kicked on the ground, was visible in clear detail.

    Lizetta watched intently, while Ynda cautiously observed her, worried that the sight of Ste in distress might trigger unpleasant memories for Lizetta.

    However, Lizetta remained calm throughout, her gaze as if watching an inconsequential clip.

    Once the video ended, Ynda tried to lighten the mood, "Really, it''s nothing exciting. Her screams, so grating, you''d think it was a pig being ughtered..." As Ynda reached for her phone, Lizetta yed the video again, looking up with a chuckle.

    "Actually, it''s quite satisfying, a real appetite booster."

    Relieved, Ynda said, "Well, in that case, let me get you some extra for breakfast. Don''t let Ms. West''s dramatic performance go to waste." Lizetta smiled lightly, nodding. Ynda turned to serve up a hearty breakfast, while Lizetta''s gaze lingered on the video, her mind racing.

    She had noticed earlier; the ces Ste was hit mirrored the bruises on her own body.

    Now, seeing it again, she was even more convinced.

    "Where did this videoe from? Why was Ste beaten?"

    Taking the soup bowl, Lizetta inquired.

    Ynda shrugged, "Remember the West family dinner I went to? I joined a socialite group there, and it popped up from that chat.

    Who knows what caused it. The group''s been buzzing, guessing maybe Ste did something

    shameless, like seducing someone''s husband. Not that she hasn''t tried that before... Her vibe''s too loud to miss, always flirting with married men..."

    As Ynda set up the hospital bed''s table dishes and sweet beame she realized toote

    buns

    Ewe matche

    might have spoken out of turn again.

    Head bowed in regret, she nearly bit her tongue.

    "Don''t bite!"

    But Lizetta, seemingly reading her thoughts, leaned in and gently held her chin.

    Ynda looked up to find Lizetta setting down the phone, smiling.

    "Yoli, I''m not that fragile. You don''t have to be so cautious around me, really. Waking up yesterday, I realized how foolish I''ve been. I have so many true friends who care about me, dreams I haven''t pursued, and t worth

    so much life to live. It''s not dwelling on the past for anyone! I believe Daisy would want her mom to be strong, and I will be!"

    Ynda''s eyes teared up, and she hugged Lizetta tightly.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "I believe in you!"

    Lizetta smiled, though the joy didn''t quite reach her eyes.

    That video, she knew, was someone venting on her behalf, returning the blows she suffered at the West family dinner with interest. And she was well aware of who knew her injuries well enough to do so.

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    Here''s the revised trantion with cultural and contextual corrections to better suit an American audience:

    But her heart didn''t flutter in the slightest; she found it ratherughable.

    It was toote.

    Any attempt at making amends now meant nothing to her.

    Suddenly, there was a knock on the hospital room door.

    A nurse walked in, her arms filled with several flowers, wearing a broad smile.

    "There''s a new flower shop that just opened across the street. The owner is doing a promotion and sent over a bunch of free flowers to our ward this morning. Every room gets some. I''ve got a few for Ms. Gardenia as well."

    "Thank you."

    "That''s a nice surprise. These flowers are quite beautiful."

    Ynda stepped forward to take the flowers as the nurse left. Turning to her roommate, she said,

    "No wonder I saw a crowd around the nurses'' station when I came back with breakfast. The ce was buzzing with the scent of flowers. The owner sure is generous. Let me find a vase for these. You know, our room really could use a ssh of color."

    Saying this, Ynda began rummaging through the cupboard for a vase.

    Lizetta had been admitted to the hospital on short notice the night before, toote for anyone to think about bringing flowers.

    Today, though, these flowers, albeit only five in number, were quite stunning and vibrant, bringing a touch of joy.

    "They smell lovely. Let me wash the vase."

    Ynda indeed found a vase under the bedside table. Handing the flowers to Lizetta, she dashed off to the restroom.

    Lizetta nced down at the flowers in her hands, two yellow roses and three sunflowers.

    Lacking fancy wrapping, they were, as Ynda had said, fresh and beautiful. Every petal exuded vitality, brightening her mood. Lizetta smiled, gently stroking the petals, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

    Next door.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, the flowers have been delivered."

    Ray entered as Remington was preparing to have his breakfast. If one looked closely, they would notice that the breakfast on his table was identical to the one next door at Lizetta''s.

    Ynda had ordered a nutritional meal set from a reputable diner not far from the hospital known for its healthy meals.

    But the meal delivered was actually switched by someone else for one that Remington had specially prepared, with cleaner, more nutritious, and tastier ingredients. "Did she notice anything?" Remington inquired.

    "Not sure, I''ll go checkter. If thedy has put them up, it means she hasn''t noticed. If the flowers are thrown out, then she did."

    Ray replied with utmost honesty.

    Remington, "......"

    Maple Cottage.

    The Maddens were also having breakfast at that time. Andrea was wearing a new dress she had bought while shopping yesterday, a light purple long dress that ttered her slim figure.

    She had done her makeup early in the morning, her long curly hair cascading over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally delicate and tender.

    She sat next to Nelson, coquettishly holding his hand.

    "Yesterday, also bought gifts for grandma and grandpa. I used my brother''s card, but the thought was all mine. After breakfast, let''s go upstairs and I''ll show you the surprise I''ve prepared."

    Before Nelson could respond, Mrs. Bernice Madden frowned, ¡°No, I need to go to the hospital to see Elsa!¡±

    Andrea''s smile froze, visibly upset.

    Jerome, sitting across from Andrea, noticed the change in her demeanor. He tapped on his phone thaty beside him.

    He had sent off a DNA sample for expedited testing the night before.

    Judging by the time, the electronic report should be arriving soon.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

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    Ever since Andrea arrived in Zion City, her mood had plummeted. She had always been the cherished princess of the Madden family, doted on and indulged by everyone around her. Whether it was within the confines of the Madden household or throughout Tranquil Meadows, Andrea was ustomed to being the center of attention, the beloved heir to the Madden family fortune. But her arrival in Zion City brought an unexpectedpetitor: Lizetta.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, confusing Lizetta for Andrea,vished her with attention, making even Nelson show special care towards Lizetta.

    Jerome, too, was tantly favoring Lizetta in a way that was hard to ignore.

    All of this filled Andrea with a burning jealousy. She had been out shoppingst night, her spirits high from her purchases. Yet, upon returning home, she found Mrs. Bernice Madden fussing over a meal prepared for Lizetta. Andrea mistakenly thought it was ate-night snack prepared for her due to her tardy return.

    Andrea asked the servants to serve her some soup, only to be stopped by Mrs. Bernice Madden, who insisted everything was made for Lizetta and not for her.

    The irony! Ms. Madden herself, denied a spoonful of soup in her own home!

    Later, Jerome went out to deliver the meal to the hospital, returning well past 10 p.m. And now, Mrs. Bernice Madden was all set to visit the hospital again first thing in the morning, with Nelson and Jerome likely to follow.

    The entire family seemed to revolve around Lizetta, a woman gued by misfortune, which Andrea found utterly bewildering.

    Losing her appetite, Andrea pressed her lips together, set down her utensils, and announced, "I''ve lost my appetite. I can''t eat this."

    As she stood up, Nelson, ever the peacemaker, gently pulled her back down, saying, "Now, now, you can''t skip breakfast. Our Andrea is Ms Madden, the eternal princess of our family. How can you let such trivial matters shake your confidence, even feeling jealous of an outsider?"

    Hearing Nelson refer to Lizetta as an outsider made Andrea feel slightly better, though she pouted, "But grandma has been so kind to this outsidertely, barely noticing me. I feel I like the outsider now. just want to be close to grandma again, but she''s breaking my heart.

    Her eyes welled up as she clung to Nelson''s arm, her voiceden with grievance as she looked towards Mrs. Bernice Madden with longing.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Nelson, feeling sympathetic towards his only granddaughter,forted her, reminding, "Have you forgotten how grandma spoils you the most? Who else has she given her precious collection to? Isn''t the ruby ne you''re wearing one of grandma''s special gifts to you?

    Grandma misses your mom a lot. Our Andrea is the most understanding and kind-hearted, can''t you empathize with grandma?"

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, a known collector of fine jewelry and gems, had alwaysvished Andrea with expensive gifts on every asion. Over the years, these gifts had amounted to a fortune, the ruby ne around Andrea''s neck being one of such treasures.

    Feeling slightly embarrassed, Andrea nuzzled against Nelson, saying, "Okay, okay, grandpa, stop teasing me."

    She then walked over to Mrs. Bernice Madden, wrapping her arms around her and nting a kiss on her cheek.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, less than thrilled, swiftly rubbed her face after Andrea pulled away.

    As Andrea resumed her meal, she

    couldn''t help but mention, "Ms.

    Gardenia seems to be everywhere, helping me at the bar, assisting grandma at the airport, and even dancing in my brother''s troupe. I

    I

    wonder if Zion City is just too small, onif she''s somehow fated to be

    intertwined with our family..."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, though confused, was well aware of the Madden family''s standing in Tranquil Meadows. It wasn''t umon for those seeking favor to attempt to win over the easily persuaded matriarch as a way to get closer to the Madden dynasty.

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    Andrea''s words hinted that Lizetta was no different from those people; the only difference was that Mrs. Bernice Madden had been thoroughly duped this time.

    Jerome paused his dining and nced up at Andrea upon hearing this. He had asked Horace to gather some old photos of Hans and Daisylin as a young couple just yesterday. But perhaps because Andrea had been pampered by the Madden family, with her air of arrogance and her face always perfectly made up, Jerome couldn''t see any resemnce between her and the Gardners, a couple who seemed to carry the aura of the marketce on their faces.

    "Bro, why do you keep staring at me? Did I say something wrong?" Andrea raised her voice suddenly.

    Jerome''s gaze softened, and at the same moment, his phone rang. He nced down to swipe his phone open, tapped into WhatsApp, and started scrolling. The next second, his finger abruptly stopped moving across the screen, his emotions fluctuating rapidly. Suddenly, he looked up at Andrea again, his lips curving slightly as he said, "You didn''t say anything wrong. She indeed has a deep connection with the Madden family."

    Andrea felt a chill in her heart, sensing a deeper meaning in Jerome''s words that made her uneasy. She gripped her spoon tightly, wanting to delve deeper, but Jerome had already shifted his gaze towards Nelson and said, "Grandpa, there are some details about our coboration with the Wind Group that I''d like to discuss with you."

    "Let''s talk in the study after breakfast," Nelson nodded in response.

    After breakfast, Jerome stood up, assisting the old man upstairs. Mrs. Bernice Madden was still keen on visiting the hospital, despite the servants'' attempts to dissuade her. Andrea approached, "Grandma, shall I apany you to the hospital to see Elsa?"

    Mrs. Bernice Madden''s eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly. Andrea then told the servant, "I''ll be out with grandma. Just let grandpa know if he asks.¡± The servant agreed, and Andrea helped Mrs. Bernice Madden out the door.

    Upstairs in the study, Nelson sat down and asked, "I thought the coboration was going smoothly. What''s the issue?"

    Jerome didn''t rush to answer.

    Instead, he poured Nelson a ss of water and sent a WhatsApp message to their private doctor,

    asking him to be ready t

    over

    at any moment. After receiving reply, Jerome finally turned to Nelson and said, "Grandpa..."

    He hesitated, unsure of how to start, and debated whether he should just show Nelson the results of the paternity test. Considering Nelson''s fondness for Andrea and fearing the impact might be too great for him knowing that despite his robust appearance, Nelson suffered from high blood pressure, and chronic headaches. This visit to Zion City was also for treating hisThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    headache.

    "It''s not about the business, is it? You''re hesitating so much... Let me guess, does it have to do with Liz?" Seeing Jerome''s expression, Nelson took a sip of water and chuckled.

    Jerome was momentarily moved,

    thinking Nelson had sensed

    something, only to hear him

    continue "Have you taken a liking to

    Liz, afraid I wouldn''t agree? Don''t

    worry, even though I hoped you''d

    marry into the family, if you''re not interested in Andrea, I..."

    Before Nelson could finish, Jerome cut in, "Grandpa, about marrying into the family, I''m willing now."

    Nelson was taken aback. Jerome and Andrea had grown up under his watch. Andrea used to chase after Jerome, who nearly left the Madden family to avoid her. Why the sudden change of heart?

    Especially since Jerome had clearly shown affection for Lizetta, it made no sense that he''d suddenly be willing to marry Andrea after having a love interest... Something didn''t add up, and a glimmer of realization shed through Nelson''s mind.

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    Nelson''s hand trembled slightly as he held the ss, suddenly turning to look at Jerome with wide eyes.

    "Grandpa, it seems you''ve thought of it too," Jerome said, leaning in to take the ss from the old man''s hand and wiping the droplets of water off his backhand with a tissue.

    Nelson, in disbelief, grasped Jerome''s hand with force. "Could it be... Liz is the one? How is that possible?"

    His voice quivered, but his mind shed back to the first time he saw Lizetta, the shock he felt at her familiar appearance. And the inexplicable warmth he felt every time he saw that child. He also remembered the paternity test he had conducted for Andrea eight years ago.

    "Grandpa, I secretly redid the paternity test. Here''s the electronic version of the final result; you can take a look. The paper version will be delivered by Horaceter."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Seeing Nelson had guessed, Jerome opened the paternity test report he had just received on his phone and pushed it towards him. "This one is the grandmother''s and Liz''s paternity test, confirming her as our granddaughter. And this one is theparison between the grandmother and Nianwen''s DNA, showing they are not rted. I also sent a sample of your hair to be tested with Liz; though it''s a bit moreplex, the results will be outter."

    As Jerome spoke, Nelson, trembling, put on his sses and reviewed both reports carefully. His chest heaved, "So... Liz is Elsa''s daughter, my granddaughter!" Nelson''s voice was hoarse, seeking confirmation again from Jerome. Even after a lifetime of experiences, this truth still left him utterly disoriented.

    Jerome nodded, and Nelson suddenly stood up, identally knocking over the ss of water. "Grandpa! Please, try to calm down," Jerome rushed to support Nelson.

    Nelson felt dizzy, sitting down again with Jerome''s help, but still insisted, "We must... go to the hospital! I need to see Liz immediately, no, my granddaughter, my own granddaughter!"

    Nelson said, clenching his fist and

    pounding the table. Thinking of Lizetta''s experiences, knowing that the only Blood of the Madden family had been suffering outside, he was overwhelmed with guilt and

    Love

    self-reproach. His vision darkened, and his breathing quickened.

    Jerome hurriedly soothed him, "Grandpa, we didn''t know before, but now that we''ve found her, there''s plenty of time ahead. You must take care of yourself so you can wee your granddaughter home and uncover the truth to seek justice for her."

    After giving Nelson his usual blood pressure medication, he gradually calmed down, waving off the visibly concerned Jerome. "I''m fine, you''re right. I need to stay strong for Liz!"

    Nelson thought of his wife, who, despite her confusion, recognized her granddaughter at first sight, longing for her. Yet he had been oblivious to his granddaughter''s presence all this time, ming himself for being the truly senile one, feeling he had let her down.

    He closed his eyes, instructing in a hoarse voice, "We must keep this under wraps for now. How the child was switched, whether the problem lies within the Madden family, what happened with the fake paternity test years ago, we need to investigate thoroughly! And, find me a reliable psychologist. I need to know if it''s right to tell Liz about this..."

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    Jerome nodded in agreement, and after a brief discussion, the two made their way downstairs.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Nelson, not seeing the elderlydy around, immediately inquired with the housekeeper, only to learn that Andrea had taken Mrs. Bernice Madden to the hospital to visit Lizetta.

    Nelson''s brows furrowed instinctively. "Jerome, quick, let''s head to the hospital too."

    At the hospital room.

    It came as a surprise to Lizetta when Andrea suddenly showed up with Mrs. Bernice Madden.

    Mrs. Madden made herselffortable beside Lizetta''s bed and started chatting warmly with her, while a hint of chill shed in Andrea''s eyes.

    Stepping forward, Andrea suggested, "Grandma, you''re so concerned about Liz''s health. How about I have Elva apany you to consult Liz''s doctor about when she can be discharged? Would that be alright?"

    Mrs. Madden, eager to have Lizetta discharged and brought home, immediately nodded in agreement.

    Andrea gave a knowing look to the maid, Elva, who then stepped forward to assist Mrs. Madden out of the room.

    Lizetta didn''t object but instead smiled at Andrea.

    "Ms. Madden, you must have something to say, right?"

    It was clear Andrea wasn''t here just for a visit. Having sent Mrs. Madden away, Lizetta knew Andrea''s intentions weren''t friendly.

    Without beating around the bush, Andrea said with a light smile, "Ms. Gardenia, I appreciate your straightforwardness, and I''ll do the same. I hope Ms. Gardenia can understand boundaries and keep a distance from my family.

    You may not be aware, but I came to

    vel

    Zion City with my grandparents to seek medical treatment for my grandfather. That night, after rescuing you, my grandfather suffered from headaches and nausea for an entire day, and Grandma was so shaken she couldn''t sleep well. They''re old and went through all this trouble for someone who is neither family nor close friend. Do you think that''s appropriate, Ms. Gardenia?"

    Andrea''s tone was confrontational, an undisguised usation.

    After finishing her piece, Andrea stepped forward, took a bank card out of her purse, and ced it on the nket in front of Lizetta.

    "There''s $50,000 in this card. Please don''t get me wrong, Ms. Gardenia, this is a token of my gratitude for the help you provided at the bar that night. You could use it to hire a caregiver..."

    Lizetta interrupted her with a smile, grabbing the card, "Ms. Madden''s life is only worth a mere $50,000? That''s rather cheap."

    Andrea was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lizetta to be so blunt.

    With a sour expression, Andrea

    retorted, "You look down on

    $50,000? No wonder everyone in Zion City says you''re a greedy ghost who, despite being taken in by the Dashiell family, bites the hand that feeds you. Now that my

    grandparents aren''t here, you don''t even bother to pretend anymore, do you?"

    Lizetta, unprovoked, coldly tossed the card back.

    "Look who''s talking. Aren''t you revealing your true colors too? Why else would you send Grandma Bernice away?"

    The card hit Andrea and fell to the ground, her eyes nearly zing with anger.

    "Lizetta, don''t push your luck. People who don''t know their ce end up disliked."

    Lizetta simply smiled lightly, "Grandpa Nelson and Grandma Bernice are elders I respect and feel inexplicably close to. I''m grateful to them.

    They are your elders, and I believe

    they have the right to choose who

    they wish to be close to. Do they know about this discussion? Do they agree? It''s strange, Andrea, why do you seem to be so wary of me?"

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    Andrea suddenly clenched her fists, a sh of irritation and unease flitting across her eyes.

    "Ha, jealous of you? Lizetta, I heard you were diagnosed with postpartum depression, but to me, it looks more like you''re just being delusional," Andrea retorted with a mocking sneer, yet her palms were sweating.

    Truth be told, ever since Mrs. Bernice Madden mistook Lizetta for her mother Elsa, Andrea had been feeling uneasy. All her life, she''d heard whispers about how she didn''t quite resemble the Maddens. Elsa, her mother, had passed away when Andrea was just over three, and five yearster, her father Conrad remarried, bringing Eartha Madden into their lives as her stepmother. With Mrs. Bernice''s dementia worsening, Elsa''s old photos had long been packed away.

    A couple of days ago, Andrea had the mansion''s staff send her an old photo of Elsa, dancing amidst a sea of flowers. Her smile was radiant, stunningly beautiful, and her posture and aura bore an uncanny resemnce to Lizetta''s. Lizetta''s mysterious origins only fueled Andrea''s growing unrest.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    That''s why she had been so impatient today,ing to the hospital hoping Lizetta would stay away from the Maddens. But Lizetta was unfazed, her face annoyingly smug.

    Tapping her chin, Lizetta smirked, "Delusional, huh? Maybe, but let me indulge in my delusions a bit more. Mrs. Bernice mistook me for her daughter but doesn''t recognize you, her own granddaughter. Seems like Ms. Madden doesn''t look much like your mom, right? You know, seeing Grandpa Nelson and Mrs. Bernice felt incredibly familiar, like long-lost rtives. Given my parents are nowhere to be found, maybe I''m the real Ms. Madden, and you..."

    "Shut up!" Andrea interrupted sharply before Lizetta could finish. But Lizetta was merely provoking Andrea, not truly suspecting anything. Yet, Andrea''s strong reaction made Lizetta frown slightly, sensing something odd.

    Andrea red at Lizetta with disdain, scoffing, "You''re not delusional, you''re outright insane!

    Thinking you could rece me

    Ms. Madden? Please, I knew it, you

    were always scheming to get close

    to my grandparents!"

    Before Lizetta could respond, the door swung open, and a nurse rushed in, saying urgently, "Is anyone here to see Ms. Gardenia? An elderlydy in dark green clothing had an ident; you should check on her immediately."

    "That''s my grandma! What happened to her? Where is she?" Andrea''s face was filled with worry as she grabbed the nurse, heading out.

    Lizetta, startled by the mention of Mrs. Bernice''s ident, felt a surge of urgency. She threw off the nkets and hurried out as well.

    Upon reaching the corridor, they saw a crowd near the water station, buzzing with chatter. "What happened?"

    "The olddy wasn''t looking where

    she was going and bumped into someone carrying hot water. Thankfulty, a young patient nearby reacted quickly, pulling her away just in time, or the scalding water would have been all over her..."

    Elbowing her way through, Lizetta saw a shattered enamel basin on the floor, with steam still rising from the puddle. Mrs. Bernice Madden stood to the side, looking bewildered and frightened. And Andrea was

    there, berating Elva.

    "How could you not take proper care of Grandma!"

    "Miss, we couldn''t find Wilson in the doctor''s office. Thinking he might have gone on rounds, we started searching, leaving thedy to wait in the office. But then, she must have wandered off..."

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    "Zip it! Don''t you know the condition my grandma''s in? How could you just leave her alone in a strange ce? It''s a miracle nothing happened! What if she really got burned? Could you live with the consequences?" Andrea kept scolding.

    "This olddy seems a bit off."

    "So she really is out of it, huh? In that condition, she shouldn''t be left to wander."

    The bystanders, listening to Andrea''s words, shook their heads in disapproval at Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden kept her head down, not saying a word. Lizetta quickly walked over, took Mrs. Bernice Madden''s arms in her hands, and bent down to ask softly.

    "Grandma, are you hurt anywhere? Did you get burned?"

    Mrs. Bernice Madden looked up at Lizetta, her eyes brightening with recognition. She nodded like a child who had found a parent after being bullied.

    "Elsa, I didn''t wander off, I was looking for a doctor. It hurts here, blow on it..."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden lifted her hand, revealing a red patch with two blisters on the back of it to Lizetta.

    "I don''t need your help! Get away, this wouldn''t have happened if she hadn''te to see you." Andrea immediately pulled Lizetta away and held Mrs. Bernice Madden''s hand.

    "Grandma, why didn''t you tell me you got burned? Come on, let''s get that looked at." Andrea led the olddy away, and Lizetta was about to follow when she heard someone nearby say.

    "We really should thank that young patient from before. If it weren''t for them, it could''ve been more than just a burn on the back of the hand. It seemed like that young person got burned on the arm..." "Hey, where did that person go?"

    Lizetta paused, instinctively

    scanning her surroundings. At the

    end of the hallway by the emergency exit, she thought she saw a tall figure in a hospital gown push through the door. Could that be the young patient who had bravely intervened? This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Hesitating for a moment, Lizetta quickly made her way toward the emergency exit. Pushing the door open, she wasn''t sure whether to go up or down when she caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner. Lizetta spun around, startled.

    Indeed, a person was leaning

    against the wall, a man looking down as he attempted to light a cigarette evidently not expecting anyone toe through the door. The onlit cigarette hung from his lips but the lighter''s me hadn''t been extinguished yet.

    The dim corner was lit up by the flicker of the me, casting shadows across his sharp features as he looked ather, his gaze as fiery as the light. Their eyes met, and Lizetta''s heart felt as if it was seized by an invisible force. Regaining her senses, she turned to leave.

    However, the man in the corner snapped out of his stupor, dropping the lighter and cigarette to the ground, and stepped forward, abruptly grabbing Lizetta''s wrist.

    "Liz..." His voice was hoarse.

    Hearing him call her name felt both strange and familiar, as if waking from a dream that spanned seasons. She froze, then struggled, "Let go!"

    "Ah!" The man inhaled sharply. The sound was soft, but the emergency exit was so quiet that Lizetta looked down.

    She saw that his arm, gripping her wrist, was partially soaked through his hospital gown. And the hand on her wrist was visibly burned, the skin purplish-red, an obvious sign of a burn. Instinctively, she frowned

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    Remington''s burn was indeed quite severe.

    Lizetta''s struggles suddenly ceased when she felt the scorching heat from his palm. That warmth seemed to travel through her skin, circte in her blood, and gather in her heart, stirring emotions deep within her soul. It was a whirlwind of emotions, tearing her apart.

    Lizetta frowned, her voice cold again, "I said let go! Didn''t you say you''d be a good ex-husband and leave me alone? So stop showing up like a bad penny and scaring me!"

    Remington paused, a slight smirk recing his initial surprise, his eyes sparkling with an unusual gleam. "Liz, you heard everything I said? You woke up because of my words, right? It was me who brought you back, wasn''t it?"

    His eyes were filled with hope, as if this was something to be celebrated.

    Lizetta''s response was a sneer, "Yeah, hearing you promise to leave me alone for good made me really happy. But I guess old habits die hard, and I was too naive to believe it."

    Despite her harsh words, Remington''s handsome face showed neither impatience nor anger. He even offered a slight smile. Since she had woken up, he hadn''t seen her. In his memory, shey pale and lifeless on the bed, as if she''d never wake again. Seeing her so alive and sharp-tongued was a balm to him, even if it meant taking a few verbal jabs.

    "You''re still too thin, not a bit of flesh on your face." Remington''s voice was hoarse as he unconsciously caressed her slender wrist, his fingertips gently running over her bony arm.

    Lizetta jerked away fiercely. "Ouch!" Remington cried out, staggering

    back a few steps and leaning against the wall, his face turning pale, lips tightly pressed together forehead beaded with sweat. Blood dripped from his hand. Clearly, Lizetta''s forceful action had

    aggravated his burn, bursting a few

    blisters.

    "You... are insane, you brought this on yourself!" Lizetta bit her lip angrily, then turned and stormed out through the doorway. As she walked away, her thoughts turned to why she hade to thank the brave soul who had intervened on behalf of Mrs. Bernice Madden.

    Her brows knitted tighter, but then she thought, Remington was a grown man, and in a hospital; wouldn''t he seek medical attention for his own injuries? Lizetta felt there was no need to concern herself with him.

    Yet, as she walked away, there was no sound from the stairwell behind her. Remington hadn''t followed, nor called for help. The image of Remington, pale and leaning against the wall, as if he could barely stand, shed through her mind. Could he have passed out from the pain?

    Her steps slowed, and finally, with a sigh, she turned back. Upon her return, she found Remington in a sorry state, seated against the wall, one leg bent, his injured arm resting on his knee, his head down and eyes closed. His unkempt hair hid his face, adding a touch of vulnerable destion. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Hearing her approach, he fluttered his eyshes but did not open his eyes. "Badass Remington! Are you passed out, or dead? If you don''t open your eyes right now, I''m calling the morgue."

    Lizetta approached and kicked his leg lightly. Remington opened his eyes and looked up at her. A smile yed in his eyes; he knew she wouldn''t leave him behind.

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    But he couldn''t bring himself to say it out loud. He had this sinking feeling that if he did, she''d just turn on her heel and leave-probably stepping on him a couple of times for good measure before she did. "I''m not dizzy, just... that really hurt. I''m a bit weak now. Can you give me a hand?" Remington reached out his uninjured arm to Lizetta, who frowned, clearly reluctant to help.

    With a sigh, he withdrew his arm, propping himself up against the wall to slowly stand. But just as Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, Remington''s towering frame swayed. Instinctively, Lizetta reached out to steady him.

    A small smile yed on Remington''s lips before he suppressed it. "Thanks."

    Lizetta''s brows furrowed as she thought of Mrs. Bernice Madden, who Andrea had taken to get treated, and realized she had to check on the olddy in the burn unit anyway. Since Remington got burned trying to save Mrs. Bernice Madden, her impatience gave way to resignation.

    "Fine, let''s go. I''ll help you get treated."

    As she supported Remington out, he tried to get closer to her, shifting his body towards hers. But recalling her previous frail state, though now slightly recovered, he restrained himself, maintaining a respectful distance.

    It wasn''t until they were in the elevator that he broke the silence. "So, Mrs. Bernice Madden was here to visit you? Liz, you''re staying in this hospital too? What a coincidence."

    Lizetta chuckled, "Do I look like a fool to you? Mr. Dashiell''s family owns a hospital. Why would I stay here of all ces?"

    She hadn''t called him out on his act, but that didn''t mean she was oblivious or would let him treat her like a fool.

    "Are you mad at me? I didn''t mean to bother you. I thought I hid pretty well, but you still found me..." Remington watched her reflection in the elevator, his voice a mix of innocence and a hint of guilt. Lizetta released her hold on him, "So, it''s my fault?"

    "Of course not. It''s on me for not hiding better and showing up uninvited, upsetting you."

    Listen to him, ying the understanding and apologetic card.

    Lizetta felt even more annoyed but considering she did chase after him, and Remington probably hadn''t intended to be found, she found it hard to argue further.

    "How did you bump into Grandma Bernice, anyway? I never knew Mr. Dashiell had it in him to be so self-sacrificing and heroic." Lizetta eyed Remington suspiciously.

    He knew she was questioning whether his heroics were genuine or just another self-serving ploy. He gave a self-deprecating smile, "Just happened to be in the right ce at the right time because Mrs. Bernice Madden saved you that night."

    He was referring to the night Lizetta

    was kidnapped by Hans, a

    life-or-death moment. He had

    intended to sneak off to a fire

    escape for a cigarette and hadeet

    expected to run into Mrs. Bernice

    Madden. But his decision to Save the elderly woman wasn''t just because she had rescued Lizetta on that rainy night.

    It was also because Mrs. Bernice Madden had yed a key part in waking Lizetta up from her ordeal. Knowing Lizetta''s sentimental nature and that she hade

    louiops

    view Mrs. Bernice Madden as family, despite their short acquaintance, yed a significant role in his actions.

    Lizetta gave Remington a look and pressed her lips together, choosing to remain silent.

    Just then, the elevator reached the burn unit floor, chiming as the doors opened. Lizetta stepped forward to leave, but Remington, steadying himself against the elevator''s wall, reached out to grasp her arm.

    As Lizetta looked up, she saw

    several people waiting outside the

    elevator. Mrs. Bernice Madden wasThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

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    being supported on either side by Jerome and Nelson, with Andrea standing off to one side. Their gazes allnded on Lizetta and Remington, who stood shoulder to shoulder, their proximity unmistakable.

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    Remington was still in a daze when a barrage of lethal res shot towards him the moment the elevator doors slid open. He couldn''t help but feel as if the temperature inside the elevator had plummeted several degrees.

    Nelson''s face turned stormy. He had always harbored doubts about Remington''s qualities as a husband, especially when he was off with another woman while his wife was going through a difficultbor. Previously, due to theck of familial ties, Nelson had refrained from intervening. But now, upon discovering that Lizetta was his own granddaughter, he was seething with rage, itching to give Remington a piece of his mind.

    The Maddens hadn''t even started to settle their score with Remington, and here he was, trying to charm his way back to his innocent and kind-hearted granddaughter! This was utterly intolerable!Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Stepping forward, Nelson grabbed Remington by the arm and yanked him out of the elevator, his voice booming with anger. "You''re already divorced, and yet here you are, dragging her into your mess again. The Dashiells might be one of the top families in Zion City, but have you no decency?"

    The arm Nelson had grabbed was the one that had been scalded. With Nelson''s grip tightening in anger, Remington felt a piercing pain that soaked his back with cold sweat before Nelson dragged him out of the elevator forcefully.

    "Grandpa Nelson, his arm is burnt..." Lizetta instinctively followed them out, her concern evident in her voice.

    The next moment, she caught the intense, burning gaze Remington shot her way. Lizetta averted her gaze, frowning slightly. Seeing her avoid him, Remington''s lips curved into a slight smirk. The agonizing pain he had just experienced somehow seemed worth it.

    Hearing Lizetta''s words only fueled Nelson''s anger, but he realized that his granddaughter was naive, misled by the kindness she believed the Dashiells owed her. But it didn''t

    matter With her family''s pret

    the Dashiells wouldn''t be able to take advantage of their "precious cabbage" again. If they tried, Nelson was ready to make them pay.

    "A grown man can''t handle a little injury? Or is it that he knows just how to manipte your kind heart?" Nelson''s rage was palpable, but upon seeing the blood seeping

    through Remington''s hospitalet

    his anger faded into concern. The sight of Remington''s pallor and the sweat beading on his forehead was

    a clear sign of his suffering.

    "Tell me, were you the one who saved Mrs. Bernice Madden?" Upon arriving at the hospital, Nelson had learned of his wife''s ident and that a kind stranger had helped her, though his identity was unknown. Acknowledging with a nod, Remington managed to say, "Yes, it was me."

    Nelson felt as if he had swallowed a fly, his disdain for Remington evident. "Why did it have to be you?" he muttered, wiping his hand on Elva''s clothes as if to rid himself of bad luck.

    Remington and Lizetta exchanged

    awkward nces, but Nelson''s focus was solely on his

    granddaughter, his voice softening as he addressed her. "Liz, since he helped your grandma, we can''t just leave him be. I''ll go with Jerome to get his burns treated. You''re still weak; go back to your grandma''s room."

    Remington''s gaze instantly snapped to Lizetta, silently hoping she would stay. He had barely gotten this chance to be near her. Yet, Lizetta didn''t even nce his way,pletely ignoring his presence.

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    Like she was ditching a hot potato, Lizetta immediately nodded at Nelson.

    "Alright, I''ll listen to Grandpa Nelson."

    Saying so, Lizetta reached out to help Mrs. Bernice Madden, guiding the elderlydy towards the elevator.

    Seeing his granddaughter so obedient, Nelson''s heart melted, and he beamed with joy.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    "Call me Grandpa, not Grandpa Nelson!"

    Lizetta was briefly taken aback, while Andrea, standing beside them, bit her lip hard. It seemed to her that Grandpa was getting as muddled as the olddy, treating Lizetta like she was some kind of treasure al of a sudden.

    "Grandpa, your enthusiasm might scare Ms. Gardenia."

    Andrea moved towards Nelson, taking his arm, "I''ll stay with you too, Grandpa." She subtly blocked Nelson''s view of Lizetta at the elevator door.

    Nelson nced at her, saying nothing more, but suddenly instructed Jerome, "Jerome, take your grandma and Lizetta back to the room."

    Jerome nodded. Andrea frowned; she didn''t want to give Jerome and Lizetta any chance to be alone. Especially since she and Lizetta had just had a spat in the room. Who knew what kind of lies Lizetta, that little witch, might tell Jerome.

    "Grandpa, I think Mr. Dashiell''s injury is quite serious. Maybe my brother should help Mr. Dashiell ande with us."

    Nelson had always thought Andrea, his granddaughter, was just a bit spoiled and petty, but otherwise fine. After all, she was his only granddaughter. But now, realizing she was an impostor, without the rose-colored sses of blood

    r¨¦tation, he found her annoying and

    overly smart for her own good.

    He looked at Andrea, pulling his arm free. "If you think his injury is that bad, you help him. I''m strong enough, don''t need help."

    Andrea was suddenly pushed aside, looking slightly stunned. But being pampered by Nelson, she didn''t think much of it. On a whim, she indeed approached Remington. She liked Jerome, but although he was nice to her, he kept her at arm''s length.

    Before, she''d flirt with other guys to

    make Jerome jealous, but Jerome never reacted. Remington was different those other guys couldn''t hold a candle to him. Andrea didn''t believe that being close with a standout man like Remington

    wouldn''t affect Jerome. And if it also

    irked Lizetta, then all the better.

    Moreover, seeing Remington''s handsome face up close, Andrea''s heart unexpectedly skipped a few beats. Even if it wasn''t for making Lizetta and Jerome jealous, getting close to a man like Remington wasn''t something she''d refuse. She even felt a bit excited about it.

    If Jerome truly couldn''t see her worth, marrying into the Dashiell family of Zion City would be excellent. In terms of background, status, and wealth, Remington was superior to Jerome. She had alwayspared within the small circle of Tranquil Meadows. It was time to broaden her horizons.

    "Mr. Dashiell, may I call you Remington? Here, wipe off your sweat first, and I''ll help you find a doctor..."

    Thinking this, Andrea pulled out a

    wet wipe from her purse, offering it with a glowing smile. Her voice was so sweet it could melt hearts, but Remington didn''t take it, his gaze inadvertently shifting towards Lizetta. He wanted to see if Lizetta would show any reaction to another woman flirting with him.

    But seeing her standing there, indifferent, not even bothering to nce over, was a coldness that went beyond disinterest. Remington felt a sudden sting in his wound as if it was set aze again. Just then, the elevator dinged open.

    Lizetta immediately assisted Mrs. Bernice Madden, "Grandma Bernice, let''s go. We should head back to the room."

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    Jerome was just about to help Mrs. Bernice Madden with her other arm to get into the elevator when Remington suddenly stepped to the side, avoiding Andrea and said coldly, "Sorry, I''m allergic to heavy perfumes. Let Mr. Madden support me instead."

    As he said this, he quickly moved next to Jerome and, without waiting for Jerome''s approval, grabbed his arm and leaned on him unabashedly. Jerome was caught off guard, and at the same time, the elevator doors closed, leaving Lizetta behind.

    Jerome nced at Remington, "Mr. Dashiell, I''m not interested in guys who can''t stand on their own two feet."

    Remington replied coldly, "Perfect, my obsession with cleanliness just kicked in."

    He let go of Jerome''s arm, straightened up, and walked ahead.

    When they reached the doctor''s office, the doctor examined Remington''s arm carefully. "Why didn''t youe in sooner? The wound has fused with your sleeve. It''s going to be painful and tricky to treat. Let''s do a local anesthetic..."

    Before the doctor could finish, Nelson interjected, "What for? This is nothingpared to childbirth. He''s a grown man, isn''t he?"

    The doctor paused, and Remington looked up at Nelson. Before anyone else could speak, Andrea jumped in, "Grandpa, burns are the worst. If it weren''t for Mr. Dashiell, grandma would have..." Jerome cut Andrea off, his voice deep, "Andrea, you dare mention grandma? You were the one who took her out. How could you let this happen? Come with me."

    Jerome, hands in his pockets, walked out. Andrea, reprimanded, blushed but then quickly followed Jerome, her eyes filled with an unexpected joy. Could Jerome be jealous? Because she spoke up for Remington and showed him concern, was he upset? That must be it. With that thought, Andrea pressed her lips together and hurried after Jerome.

    Nelson nced at Andrea''s retreating back, his gaze darkening before turning back to Remington. But Remington was still watching him, with a thoughtful look.

    Mr. Madden snapped, "What are you staring at? Going without anesthesia is for your own good!"

    Remington raised an eyebrow, smiled, and nodded, "Thanks, Mr. Madden, for considering my well-being."

    He then told the doctor, "Let''s just proceed without it, it''s okay."

    Nelson snorted, feeling he had hit a brick wall. He thought, who''s being considerate? The guy sure knows how to win over his naive granddaughter.

    Outside in the hallway, Jerome stopped and turned to face Andrea who had followed him out.

    "Brother, did you want to talk to me privately?"

    Andrea''s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hopeful, Jerome''s gaze was deep, and he observed Andrea intently. On the way to the hospital the DNA results between Andrea and Daisylin confirmed their mother-daughter rtionship

    N

    Lizetta was switched at birth, and Andrea benefited from it. So, was Andrea aware of this baby swapping scheme?

    "Brother, why are you looking at me like that..."

    Andrea''s nerves were on edge under Jerome''s gaze, her cheeks and neck reddening with every passingContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    second, her heart racing with the

    anticipation of his reaction

    But Jerome frowned and said sternly, "Speak clearly when you address someone."

    Andrea had called Jerome "brother"

    before, and each time she did,

    Jerome would ignore her for days. Feeling like she had been doused with cold water, Andrea bit her lip and reluctantly responded.

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    "Bro, why''d you call me out here?"

    "Grandma came out with you, and she almost got scalded. Don''t you have anything to say about that?"

    Jerome furrowed his brows slightly, his mind drifting back to that incident at the airport.

    It was Mrs. Bernice Madden who had gone to the restroom with Andrea, only to get lost. If it hadn''t been for Lizetta bumping into them...

    In ces like airports, where getting lost could lead to unimaginable consequences, Jerome''s gaze grew sharper with each passing moment.

    Andrea''s face paled slightly as she clenched her fists, "Bro, it was Grandma who wanted to ask the doctor when Ms. Gardenia would be discharged. I had Elva go with Grandma. It was because Grandma was impatient and couldn''t wait for the doctor that she ran into that mishap. Hospitals are full of germs and all sorts of people; frankly, it might be best if Grandma visits less. Ms. Gardenia needs to rest, and I don''t think she was all that weing of our visit anyway."

    What Andrea implied was that Lizetta only showed warmth towards Mrs. Bernice Madden in front of Jerome and Nelson.

    Jerome looked at Andrea, "No one forced you to apany Grandma here, but since you did bring her, it was your responsibility to ensure her safety, not just hand her off to a maid."

    Andrea''s eyes welled up as if she felt unjustly used, and she lowered her head in a show of hurt feelings.

    "I get it, okay? Grandma''s my own flesh and blood too. How could you talk as if I did it on purpose? It scared me too..."

    Jerome stared at her, remaining silent.

    However, he suspected that Andrea''s actions might not be entirely without ulterior motives. She clearly didn''t want them getting too close to Lizetta, fearing that if something happened to Mrs. Bernice Madden during her visits...

    They might stop allowing the elderlydy toe over, or worse, it could lead to resentment towards Lizetta.

    After a moment.

    Remington finished dressing the wound and came out with Nelson.

    Business was business. Remington had saved Mrs. Bernice Madden, and Nelson had taken care of his injuries in return.

    "Jerome, let''s prepare a generous gift for Mr. Dashiell''s room."

    Remington waved it off, "Mr. Madden, I helped Grandma Bernice because you all had once saved my family. It''s a debt repaid, and that''s all there is to it. Besides, you didn''t ept the gifts I sent to your house before..."

    Before Remington could finish, Nelson cut him off impatiently.

    "What debt repaid? Don''t think I don''t know, you and Liz have been divorced for ages! Who''s your family now? Quit the nonsense! And don''t even think about trying to leverage this act of kindness to gain an upper hand Just because you did us a favor this time doesn''t mean you can overstep. I''ll tell you this, you''re epting the gift whether you like it or not!" This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    After Nelson had his say, he stormed off with Jerome.

    Andrea lingered a step behind, offering Remington an apologetic smile before catching up with the others.

    Remington watched Andrea a

    moment longer, his gaze lingering on her features and demeanor, which seemed quite different from the rest of the Maddens. He hadn''t noticed her at the airport before.

    Feeling his stare, Andrea''s cheeks flushed, and she nced back at him a few times.

    Remington entered the elevator a bitter, heading back to his room, but not before instinctively ncing towards Lizetta''s room next door.

    There, he saw a vase tossed aside by the door, filled with a few sunflowers and yellow roses.

    Remington paused, his footsteps halting. The tant disapproval was as clear as day, and it looked like Ray had been right after all.

    No sooner had it been discovered than it was cleared out.

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    Remington Dashiell stepped forward, bending down to pick up the vase that had fallen.

    Faintly, he heard the distant murmur of conversation from the room next door, mingled with the voices of two young men.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    One was Jerome Madden, and the other sounded like Hogan White.

    Quite the gathering, it seemed.

    Remington''s lips tightened slightly as he held the vase, turning back to the adjacent room.

    Ray couldn''t help but show a trace of sentiment as he saw Remington enter with the vase in hand.

    "The flowers the boss went through so much trouble to get, and it''s been less than an hour since they sneaked into thedy''s room before being discovered," Ray remarked with a slight shake of his head.

    He hurried forward to take the vase. "The missus didn''t destroy the flowers; they came out looking pretty good. Guess she''s not that mad at you after all."

    Ray tried tofort Remington.

    Remington gave him a nce and scoffed, "You think because she didn''t smash the vase over my head, it''s an improvement, huh?"

    Ray indeed thought so. After all, thedy might very well have done just that under other circumstances.

    And even if she did smash it over Mr. Remington Dashiell''s head, he''d still have to take it, wouldn''t he?

    But facing Remington''s icy gaze, Ray immediately shook his head.

    "How could the missus ever bring herself to do that? No way..."

    Even though it sounded insincere, Remington''s expression softened slightly. He thought back to when Lizetta Gardenia had returned, eventually helping him to the emergency exit, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.

    Then, his thoughts shifted to Nelson Madden''s recent attitude toward him. Sitting on the hospital bed, he turned to Ray.

    "That info about the hospital where Liz was born, the list of mothers from that week, did you get it?"

    Ray blinked, unsure why Remington was suddenly bringing this up.

    Still, he nodded. "Got it, but I haven''t had the chance to go through it yet."

    Previously, Remington had been digging into Lizetta''s background, given she wasn''t originally from the Gardenia family.

    But with Lizetta''s recent incident, that investigation had been put on hold, and the information hadn''t been shared with Remington yet.

    "Show me," demanded Remington, his voice firm.

    Ray nodded, fetching his iPad and quickly pulling up the document for Remington.

    As Remington''s fingers swiftly scrolled through the document, they paused at a name.

    Elsa Madden!

    That year, Elsa had also given birth at Rainbow Hospital, to a baby girl, Andrea Madden.

    Ray, noticing the change in Remington''s demeanor, nced at the screen and was equally shocked.

    "Elsa, isn''t she Mr. Madden and Mrs. Bernice Madden''s only daughter2 Why would Ms. Madden give birth in a small hospital in Zion City, and Andrea shares the same birthdate as the missus..."

    Ray trailed off, realizing the implications.

    "Mrs. Bernice Madden mistaking the missus, could it not be a

    coincidence? Could it be becal ne

    the missus is actually her biological granddaughter?" ¨¦n.swnovels

    Ray looked incredulous as he spoke. "I''ll search for Elsa''s old photos right now..."

    He pulled out his phone, searching frantically.

    Though Elsa had passed away nearly twenty years ago, being Ms. Madden and having managed part of the Madden family business, she had attended several business functions, and there were bound to be photos out there.

    As Ray searched, Remington had already set the tablet aside, a bitter smile on his face.

    Even without seeing Elsa''s photos, he was certain that Lizetta had to be a Madden.

    After all, thest time he saw Nelson at the surgery door, Nelson had been polite, albeit with someints.

    This time, however, Nelson looked as if he wanted nothing more than to y him alive.

    It seemed the Maddens had already confirmed their suspicions with a DNA test.

    "This... the missus and thete Florence Madden really do look alike! The missus must really be the true heir to the Madden family!"

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    Ray stumbled upon an old photo of Elsa on his phone and couldn''t help but exim. Handing his phone over to Remington, their attention was suddenly hijacked by the sound of conversation at the door of theContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    hospital room.

    "What''s this about the real heiress of the Madden family? Let me see."

    "Liz is the true heiress of the Madden family? Which Madden family are we talking about? The wealthiest in Tranquil Meadows?"

    It was Cassius Sterling and Timothy Temple who walked in, one after the other, just in time to catch Ray''s words.

    Cassius moved forward, grabbing Ray''s phone eagerly to look at the photo, his surprise evident.

    "Damn, at a nce, you could mistake this for a vintage-filtered photo of Lizetta."

    The resolution of the photo found online was mediocre at best, blurring the facial features slightly but indeed, the resemnce was striking.

    Timothy, leaning over Cassius''s shoulder to peek at the screen, chimed in, "I heard this Florence was a stunner, a renowned belle of Tranquil Meadows back in the day. No wonder Litchi looks so gorgeous; she takes after her mom..."

    He didn''t get to finish his sentence before catching the icy stare from Remington.

    Lifting his gaze, Timothy found himself locked in Remington''s chilling gaze.

    Caught off guard, Timothy mumbled, "What''s the big deal? I''ve always called her Litchi since we were kids. We''re practically siblings."

    Remington''s expression turned even colder, the tension around him almost tangible.

    Timothy, undeterred by the chilly atmosphere, stroked his chin thoughtfully.

    "I used to call her Litchi all the time, and it never bothered you before. Let me think... Is it because you''re now officially divorced and feeling insecure about Litchi, seeing me as a rival?" Remington''s features hardened, a bitter smile faintly tugging at his lips.

    "You know too much."

    Indeed, his confidence was shaken.

    He even felt that, in Lizetta''s eyes, any man could have a chance but him.

    Seeing Remington''s forlorn admission, Timothy was genuinely taken aback.

    Remington, usually so proud and unyielding, was openly revealing his insecurities about a woman, a side of him Timothy never expected to witness.

    Feeling a sudden pang of guilt for pushing too far, Timothy cleared his throat, attempting to lighten the mood.

    "Remi, don''t be like this; it''s kinda scary. Want me to check on Lizetta for you, maybe talk to her?"

    Remington''s eyes snapped up, nodding immediately, "Yes, go now."

    Timothy was speechless.

    Remington''s demeanor had shiftedpletely, his vulnerability reced with an expectant eagerness.

    Realizing he''d been yed, Timothyughed awkwardly, "Uh, Remi, I didn''t bring anything to visit her with..."

    Ray quickly handed Timothy a bag prepared for the visit.

    "This is for Mr. Temple. Mrs.

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    With a resigned smile, Timothy epted the bag and headed next door.

    Knocking and entering the adjacent room, Timothy was greeted by the sight of Lizetta sitting up in bed nked by two men. It was clear as day what was happening.

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    Remington had sent him as a proxy, knowing he''d be kicked out on sight if he came himself.

    But what had Timothy done to deserve ying the unwee troublemaker?

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    "Tim? What brings you here?"

    Lizetta was taken aback to see Tim standing at her hospital bedside, her eyes wide with surprise.

    Navigating the curious gazes of the room''s other upants, Tim offered Lizetta a warm, reassuring smile. "I heard you were admitted, so I thought I''d drop by to see how you''re doing. Everything okay?"

    His concern was palpable as he made his way to the side of her bed. Of all the friends from their circle, Tim had always been the kindest to Lizetta, offering his help on multiple asions. Feeling a sense of gratitude towards Tim, Lizetta realized he must have been visiting someone else, likely sent by Remington, but she didn''t let her annoyance show.

    "Thanks foring, Tim. Please, have a seat."

    "Liz, who''s this?" Nelson eyed Tim curiously.

    After brief introductions and polite chitchat, Tim pulled up a chair and settled down beside Hogan, who was already seated.

    Hogan handed Lizetta his phone, resuming their earlier conversation. "Liz, this is the house I was telling you about. Take a look, and if you like it, we can lock it down now. I''ll handle the arrangements with my friend for you."

    No sooner had Lizetta returned to her room with Mrs. Bernice Madden, Hogan arrived. Concerned about her future ns, Hogan suggested that once Lizetta was well, she should continue with her earlier ns to study abroad as soon as possible. He mentioned a female friend who was also heading to Astoria to study finance at the same university. She had found a lovely vi near campus and was looking for roommates.

    "It sounds perfect for you," he told Lizetta.

    As Lizetta scrolled through the pictures of the vi on Hogan''s phone, she was impressed. "The house looks beautiful..."

    The vi, with its neat, cozy arrangement and a small garden, seemed ideal.

    Hogan nodded, about to delve into more details when Tim interjected. "Liz, thinking of studying abroad? It might be better not to room with strangers, though. Living habits, personalities... you never know. It could lead to unnecessary friction." Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Nelson chimed in, "Liz, your friend''s right. Plus, you''re still recovering. No need to rush the study abroad ns. Have you thought about visiting Tranquil Meadows? Grandpa says it''s the perfect spot for rest and recuperation."

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, overhearing this, eagerly grabbed Lizetta''s hand. "Back to Tranquil Meadows! Let''s go back to Tranquil Meadows!"

    Jerome, offering Lizetta a fig soaked

    in warm water, added softly, "The dance troupe''s been asking about you. Thest show was a hit, and we''re nning a new one that aims to surpass the previous. It''s a big challenge. Interested in joining us?"

    Lizetta, taking the fig, smiled thoughtfully, not dismissing the idea of returning to the dance troupe. She had enjoyed her time with the troupe, despite it being short-lived, and fett a sense of guilt for leaving so abruptly, especially after Jerome had offered her an opportunity. Feeling a bit remorseful and eager to make amends, Lizetta was considering it.

    Seeing Lizetta wavering, Hogan clenched his fist, his frustration barely concealed.

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    Heughed aloud, "Mr. Temple and Mr. Madden, you''re worrying too much. My friend here is actually someone Liz knows too, so they''ll get along just fine. As for joining the dance troupe, with Liz''s talents, she can get in anytime. But the chance to study with an international dance master like Master Dories is rare. I''ve heard that Master Dories is considering retirement after this world tour. If that''s the case, it''s best for Liz to go abroad and study with him as soon as possible. Once she returns home, with her reputation skyrocketing, wouldn''t her joining Mr. Madden''s troupe bring even more to the table?"

    Hogan made his case with logic and eloquence. Clearly, he was a master of persuasion. Lizetta turned to Hogan, "This friend of yours, I know her?"

    "Yep, it''s Megan Daisynes. If I''m not mistaken, you two were in the same ss in high school, right?"

    Lizetta''s eyes lit up slightly, "It''s Megan? What''s she doing running off to Astoria to study finance?" From Lizetta''s tone, it was clear that she and Megan had been friends during their school days.

    Jerome''s gaze darkened slightly as he nced at Hogan. It wasn''t that he opposed Lizetta going abroad to further her dance studies, but they had only just discovered Lizetta''s origins. They hadn''t even had the chance to acknowledge their rtionship or untangle the truth of the matter. How could they let Lizetta travel to Astoria alone at such a time?

    Nelson shared the same concerns. He hadn''t even had the chance to bring his beloved granddaughter home yet, and here was this reckless fool urging her to go abroad.

    Nelson frowned deeply, fixing Hogan

    with a stern look. Initially, he had thought Hogan to be a sharp and discerning young man, certainly more appealing than the riffraff from the Dashiell family. But now, Nelson found Hogan''s presence

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    increasingly irksome. The boy wore sses and posed as a cultured gentleman, yet hecked the insight and suitability to be his

    granddaughter''s suitor.

    "Dr. White, let''s focus on letting Liz rest and recover first. Adjusting to the food and environment abroad takes time," Nelson spoke up again. His granddaughter, should she decide to study abroad, would naturally have the best property bought for her near the school by him along with arranged

    bodyguards, servants, and a housekeeper. He and his wife would apany her, eliminating the need for her to share

    amodations with anyone. This Dr. White fellow seemed too eager to whisk Liz away, clearly harboring ulterior motives.

    Standing beside Nelson, Andrea felt as though she were invisible. There was a time when she was the center of attention wherever she went. But now, everyone''s focus was on Lizetta. Jerome wanted Lizetta for the Madden family''s dance troupe. Her grandfather went even further, suggesting Lizetta should go to Tranquil Meadows for convalescence.

    Unable to contain herself, Andrea interjected, "Grandpa, I think Dr. White makes a good point. If Ms. Gardenia loves dancing that much, it would be a shame to miss this opportunity. If you truly have a rapport with Ms. Gardenia, you should support her. How about we, the Madden family, sponsor Ms. Gardenia''s study abroad expenses?"

    As soon as Andrea finished speaking, Jerome and Nelson turned their gazes toward her, both looks carrying a hint of intimidation. Andrea''s smile gradually stiffened, and the atmosphere in the room grew somewhat awkward.

    Timothy had only managed to speak

    at the beginning, finding no

    opportunity to interject thereafter. He nced at Hogan, then at Jerome and Nelson, clicking his tongue internally. He felt sorry for Remington. If Liz was a tough nut to crack, her family seemed even more challenging. Timothy felt it might be time for him to exit the scene and go back to advising Remington to give up sooner rather thanter. Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

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    "Grandpa, Jerome, why are you both looking at me like that? If you don''t agree, I''ll just use my own allowance to sponsor Mrs. Johnson''s trip abroad." Andrea was being stared at, but she maintained an innocent and cheerful demeanor.

    It seemed she waspletely oblivious to the fact that her words were a form of belittlement and insult to Liz, something that could hurt someone''s pride.

    The atmosphere suddenly became tense, but Lizughed, breaking the awkward silence. "Mrs. Madden is really too kind-hearted, a veritable fairy godmother eager to shower me with money. But I really don''t need this kind of help. Oh, and please take this credit card back too."

    Saying this, Liz pulled out a credit card and handed it to Andrea in front of everyone.

    Andrea''s eyes flickered, surprised that Liz would bring this up publicly. She thought Liz would keep the embarrassing incident of being given a credit card to herself and just swallow the humiliation. Nelson frowned at the card, "Liz, what''s this about?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Liz just smiled calmly, "Oh, nothing much. Just that Mrs. Madden mentioned the card had fifty thousand dors..."

    Andrea, worried Liz might say more things not in her favor, suddenly interrupted, "Grandpa, I was in such a hurry when I left this morning, I didn''t even have time to buy some gifts to bring over. I''m really thankful for Mrs. Johnson''s help at the bar the other day, and I wanted to show my gratitude with the money on this card. Mrs. Johnson had epted my gesture, but you all made such a fuss, and now she feels embarrassed to keep it and wants to give it back to me!"

    Andrea was tantly lying. Liz hadn''t epted the card at all; she

    had thrown it back at Andrea, and

    it

    had fallen to the ground. Andreae

    Ine

    didn''t bend down to pick it up, especially since she heard Mrs. Bernice Madden had an ident and ran out.

    Liz couldn''t just leave the card on the ground, in case someone else picked it up so she had to pick it up herself before leaving. But now, Andrea was insisting that she had epted the card. To say she had epted it and then pulled it out now was implying that Liz had a different set of principles in public and in private.

    Andrea was betting on the fact that there hadn''t been a third person in the room earlier, and now that the card was being pulled out by Liz, Liz had no way to rify.

    Liz''s smile faded, and she twirled the

    card between her fingers. "Mrs. Madden must be suffering from amnesia. gave the card back to you, and you didn''t take it; it fell to the ground. Besides, you said these fifty thousand dors were for hiring a caregiver, so I wouldn''t bother Grandpa Nelson and Grandma Bernice anymore. I understand your intention, but hiring a caregiver really doesn''t require that much money."

    Whether people believed her or not, Liz had to make things clear in person.

    Andrea frowned, looking wronged. "Mrs. Johnson, you clearly epted it just now. I didn''t mention hiring a caregiver. Otherwise, why would grandmae to see you? If I thought that, I wouldn''t havee with grandma this morning..."

    Andrea insisted Liz had epted the card, believing that between her and Liz, Grandpa and Jerome would trust her more.

    However, Nelson''s expression grew darker, and he red at Andrea. "Who taught you to throw money at people? Take back the card and apologize right now!"

    Andrea had grown up under Nelson''s watchful eye, and he knew her character well. He had always been indulgent, considering her loss of her mother at a young age, overlooking her minor faults with a blind eye.

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    Discovering that the granddaughter he had been doting on was an imposter, and his real granddaughter had been mistreated by the imposter''s biological parents-subjected to abuse and kidnapping-made Grandpa Nelson see things in a clearer light. Even though he had a soft spot for Andrea, he knew deep down who truly deserved his affection and apologies.

    Andrea looked at Nelson with disbelief, "Grandpa, you don''t believe me?!" Her voice trembled with anger and hurt.

    Seeing her like this only deepened Nelson''s frown.

    Andrea then turned to Jerome, "Bro, you too? You think I should apologize?"

    Jerome, noticing Lizetta holding onto a credit card, quickly took it from her and suggested, "Let''s not take this card back. We''ll donate it to the hospital for charity."

    Andrea''s eyes welled up with tears as she red at Lizetta, who was lying in the hospital bed. "I had good intentions, and you repay me with betrayal. Is this what you wanted?"

    Lizetta was quite taken aback. Without any solid proof, Nelson and Jerome chose to believe her over Florence, whom they had cherished for years. A mix of emotions surged in Lizetta-gratitude, a touch of sadness, and warmth. She was at a loss for words.

    Mrs. Bernice Madden, stepping forward to embrace Lizetta, frowned at Andrea, "Don''t you dare speak to Elsa like that! Get out!"

    Andrea felt even more upset and humiliated.

    Timothymented with a smirk, "Florence probably doesn''t know, but when Litchi got divorced, Remi gave her assets worth billions in real estate, stocks, and cash. Liz didn''t care for any of it and didn''t take a dime. She wouldn''t be interested in your $50,000. Try not to be so stingy next time; it doesn''t suit the Madden name. People might start thinking you''re the imposter here."

    "What are you talking about?!" Andrea red at Timothy, frustrated that even outsiders were questioning her.

    She hoped Nelson and Jerome would defend her, but they remained silent.

    Andrea panicked, wondering how things could have gone so wrong.

    Timothy just shrugged and rolled his eyes at her.

    Hogan added, "Ms. Madden, Liz makes more than $50,000 just from the royalties of one song she writes or choreographs. If you knew anything about Liz, you wouldn''t

    have made such aughable mistake."

    Sitting there, Lizetta felt like everyone''s favorite. She didn''t have

    to say or do anything; everyonein""

    the room believed and sided with her, protecting her.

    Andrea hadn''t anticipated losing so badly. Biting her lip, she covered her face and ran out crying.

    "Liz, don''t take this to heart, and don''t let this drive a wedge between us, okay?" Nelson said, his tone cautious.

    Lizetta shook her head, "Of course not. Thank you for believing in me, Grandpa Nelson."

    Nelson sighed in relief, then turned. to Timothy with a scowl, "What was that about earlier? So the Dash family screwed Liz over afte

    all?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Timothy flinched, starting to exin, but Nelson cut him off, "Save it. I don''t want to hear excuses; only oues matter!"

    Timothy was left speechless.

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    Nelson was a man who didn''t miss a beat, his face etched with scorn, fury, and disdain.

    Timothy felt unjustly targeted, meeting Nelson''s gaze was like facing a barrage of thrown knives.

    "Liz needs her rest, thank you for visiting her," Nelson said to Timothy, speaking with the authority of a family elder,pletely disregarding his outsider status in rtion to Liz. Timothy was on pins and needles, sensing that if he didn''t take the hint and leave, Nelson might just grab a broom and sweep him out of the room himself.

    "Take care, Liz. I''ll drop by another time to check on you," Timothy said as he stood, but not before pulling Hogan up with him.

    "Dr. White, a friend''s cousin is sick and has some questions about surgery. Could you spare a moment to clear some things up? Let''s step outside, and I''ll give you the full scoop."

    Without waiting for Hogan''s response, Timothy led him out. He had only intended to speak on Liz''s behalf but ended up making things worse.

    Timothy wondered if he had just made an enemy of Remington or if pulling Hogan away might mitigate his blunder.

    Once they were gone, Nelson turned to Liz with a solemn tone, "Liz, those men who are all sweet talk and no action when it matters most are the least trustworthy and don''t deserve forgiveness! You''ve got to be wise and experienced to see through them. I say, getting married at thirty isn''t toote, and even forty isn''t either. Take your time, there''s no rush, right?"

    Nelson had only recently reconnected with his granddaughter and wished he could turn back the clock and spend another twenty years raising her, making up for lost time.

    He wasn''t even considering the likes of Remington anymore; even Jerome was under scrutiny, as Liz had to genuinely like and ept him herself.

    But Nelson was worried. The Dashiell family was notorious, and he feared his innocent granddaughter could easily be misled by a smooth talker.

    Nelson''s protective stance made Liz chuckle internally, yet she nodded earnestly in agreement.

    "You''re absolutely right, Grandpa Nelson. I''m not focusing on that right now. I just want to recover and make something of myself."

    Jerome, overhearing this, couldn''t help but take a second look at Liz, sighing inwardly, feeling perhaps he had been too hasty.

    "Alright then, you rest up," Nelson said, admiring how sensible and obedient Liz was.

    Seeing Liz look a bit tired, Nelson decided it was time to leave.

    Outside the room, Nelson''s

    expression grew serious as he instructed Jerome, "Call Andrea, tell her toe home immediately. We need to head back to Tranquil Meadows." This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    It was time to delve into the past and clear up matters, including speaking with the servants and drivers who were with Elsa when she came to Zion City and lived in Tranquil Meadows.

    The paternity test from eight years ago and the people involved, as well as Andrea''s ce in the Gardenia family, alt heeded to be sorted out quickly if he was to formally acknowledge Liz as his

    novel

    Pet

    granddaughter.

    Jerome reached for his phone to call Andrea, but she hung up on him, clearly still upset about the earlier incident.

    "She''s not answering. I''ll have someone look for her," Jerome said, not bothering to cover for Andrea, and ryed the situation to Nelson directly.

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    Nelson''s face darkened as he frowned and said, "ying too many games, proud of foolish acts, and when caught, shows no remorse. Now, holding a grudge?"

    He had never thought his granddaughter could be so unseemly.

    Without the rose-tinted sses, his disappointment only grew.

    Hospital room.

    With everyone gone, Lizetta wanted to lie down and rest a bit, but her gaze fell on a bag beside the bed.

    It had been brought by Timothy just a while ago. Hesitating, Lizetta reached for the bag to see what was inside.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    Sure enough, the items weren''t something Timothy would buy.

    There were maternity toothbrushes, a lumbar support pillow, soft slippers, a hat and socks of just the right thickness, and some sanitary pads from brands Lizetta usually used, among other things. Lizetta frowned. Last night, she had thought she heard a soft knocking on the wall but dismissed it as her imagination. Today, bumping into Remington in the fire escape exined it all. Gathering the bag, Lizetta got out of bed and went to the room next door, intending to hang the bag on the doorknob and leave. But just as she reached out, the door opened from the inside. Remington, in his hospital gown, stood there.

    Caught off guard, their eyes met.

    Lizetta simply extended her hand, offering the bag back to him. "Your stuff." Remington looked down at the bag she was handing to him, his gaze somber. "These are things you''ll use, and they''re not expensive. No need to give them back."

    Lizetta''s voice was cool. "Yoli already prepared all of this for me. I don''t need it."

    "I don''t take back what I''ve given. Besides, I wasn''t the one who gave this to you. Find whoever did to return it."

    Remington''s expression was tense, his voice tight with a hint of bitterness.

    Even knowing her current disdain for him, he didn''t expect her to reject even these small items.

    Was anything associated with him as repulsive as poison in her eyes?

    Seeing he wouldn''t take it, Lizetta let go.

    The bag dropped towards the floor.

    Remington''s expression shifted, his reflexes quick as he caught the bag before it hit the ground, preventing the contents from scattering and getting dirty.

    He clenched the bag, looking at the cold woman in front of him with a mocking smile.

    "Timothy said might as well have

    walked into a crematorium, that trying to win you back was a mission impossible, and advised me to give up. I didn''t believe it, but now, from your own mouth, do you really not want to see me ever again?"

    His grip on the bag tightened, his burnt right hand showing beneath. The white bandage on his hand slowly stained red from the pressure. Lizetta''s gaze shifted from his hand and met his, her voice emotionless.

    "That''s right, give up. I didn''te to see you; came to ask Mr. Dashiell, is it you who''s transferring, or should I start the discharge process right now?"

    Her look was so decisive, utterly void of sentiment.

    Remington''s breath became heavy, his hand trembling as he held the bag.

    In a moment of uncontroble emotion, he abruptly pulled Lizetta into the room.

    The door mmed shut behind them.

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    "Remington! What are you up to now!?" Lizetta''s expression instantly changed, shedding her icy demeanor for a look of annoyance and vexation.

    Catching a glimpse of her, Remington stuffed the bag he was holding into her arms. Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around it, and the next second, Remington bent over and scooped her up.

    As she was momentarily lifted off the ground, he looked down at her again. Lizetta quickly raised her hand, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes disying nothing but caution and wariness. However, Remington simply turned around expressionless and carried her to the hospital bed, seating her down. He then took the bag from her one-handed grip, pulling out socks and soft slippers, and knelt down.

    Lizetta was wearing standard slippers, ast-minute purchase by Ynda from a supermarket near the hospital. They were of decent quality. But Ynda hadn''t gone through childbirth herself and didn''t think much of it when choosing, so she bought flip-flops.

    Without socks, Lizetta only realized her feet were ice cold when Remington removed her flip-flops, hisrge hands firmly gripping her feet. His palms were warm, bearing the slight calluses from years of working out, as he rubbed her feet, cold as marble.

    An unusual sensation crawled up her veins from the touch, causing Lizetta to retract her feet, only to be caught by the ankle. Lizetta kicked out, but Remington, still squatting before her, didn''t budge an inch. Her strength was nowhere near enough to contend with his.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    "Stop fidgeting!" Remington looked up at her, "You''ve had significant bleeding and you''re in postpartum care. If you don''t want me to look after you, you should at least take care of yourself."

    His gaze slowly moved from Lizetta''s defensively angry eyes down to her mouth, adding, "I''m just trying to put your socks on, nothing more. You don''t have to guard against me as if I were a beast."

    It was then Lizetta realized she was still covering her mouth. She had thought he was going to force a kiss when he lifted her, reacting almost instinctively. Now, it seemed as if she was overthinking things.

    With an annoyed look, Lizetta turned

    her head away, her ears burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment But she didn''t move her hand, retorting sharply, "Being this close to you makes me sick! Mr. Dashiell, can''t you see what you''re doing, always sticking to me like a bad smell!"

    Her words were harsh, filled with contempt. Yet Remington''s actions of rubbing her feet didn''t pause. He even let out a light chuckle, "A bad smell is useful against chills, poor cirction, numb limbs-it suits your

    current condition well. Donits

    underestimate its usefulness, even if it sounds unpleasant."

    Speaking calmly, he rolled up her hospital gown, revealing her

    self

    significantly thinner legs. The oversized gown slid up to her knee exposing her cold, bare skin. Remington frowned, quickly rubbed her legs to warm them, and put on the long socks, covering up to her knees.

    Lizetta felt a bit dazed, his words strangely familiar. After a moment, she recalled saying, "Don''t underestimate a bad smell, even if it sounds unpleasant," herself.

    It was back when she first joined the Dashiell family, clinging to Remington. But what teenager would want a little girl tailing him all the time?

    "Lizetta, can you stop sticking to me like a bad smell? Go find some friends or hang out by yourself, just stop following me around!"

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    Back then, she was a constant annoyance to him, and the young man, Remington, would often snap at her with a rebellious re.

    Whenever he turned away, there she was, trailing behind him again.

    He''d whip around to re at her, and she''d just give him a timid, yet stubborn smile.

    "Brother, don''t knock the dog skin ster. The name might not sound fancy, but it works wonders."

    Later on, when he twisted his ankle ying basketball, that little girl, Lizetta, actually ran up and pulled out a dog skin ster from her bag, sticking it on his ankle and cheekily drawing a lychee on it. "See, brother, told you it works. I''ll be your personal dog skin ster, sticking by you for life."

    That ster, Remington wore it for days.

    And eventually, just like the ster, Lizetta did manage to stick by him sessfully.

    Another day on the basketball court, some guys from the nearby court tossed Lizetta some cash, bossing her around.

    "Hey, sticking to Mr. Dashiell like a dog skin ster, huh? Go get us some iced drinks, make yourself useful."

    Before the guy could finish his sentence, a basketball hit him square in the head.

    He howled in pain and anger, turning around to see who threw it, his face draining of color.

    Lizetta still remembered how Remington walked over to her then, already bearing his cool demeanor but with a youthful defiance.

    He pulled her up from where she was picking up the money.

    "Stop picking up all that nasty stuff!"

    Remington snatched the money from her hand, stuffed it into the mouth of the troublemaker, and warned.

    "Even if she''s a clingy dog skin ster, she''s clinging to me, Remington. What gives you the right to boss her around?"

    The guy ended up tearfully apologizing to Lizetta before leaving.

    From that day on, nobody dared call her "worthless ster" to her face.

    Timothy, seeing her, would always tease Remington, "Oh, Remi''s Lychee is here."

    To this

    Probably forgetting that the

    Timothy still calls Lizetta

    originated from the lychee

    g on the ster.

    Lizetta had forgotten too, until Remington mentioned it, suddenly recalling everything.

    A rush ofplex emotions surged in her heart, her nose tingling as she forgot to resist.

    By the time she snapped back to reality, Remington had already put her other sock on.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    He ced a pair of soft, cotton slippers beside her feet, "Wear these, don''t catch a cold, or dancingter will be hard."

    Lizetta pursed her lips, looking at the slippers, her throat tightening but she didn''t refuse again.

    She put on the slippers and stood up.

    "All set, can I go now?"

    "Put on the hat too."

    Remington took a hat out of the bag, opened it, and ced it on Lizetta''s head.

    Strands of her hair fell across her face, the hat sitting awkwardly.

    Remington reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, but Lizetta blocked him, arranging her hair herself.

    "Good enough, move!"

    Her voice was icy, and Remington, catching the impatience in her eyes, felt

    Caprickly sensation coursing Most

    through his veins, an elusive ache.

    He took a step aside, breathing a bit heavier.

    Lizetta hurried to leave, not hesitating for a moment, eager to escape.

    Yet, the next second, Remington caught her wrist.

    "Little liar, forgotten all the promises you made," he said, his voice

    suddenly deep with a hint of

    annoyance, reminding her of her vow to stick by him for life

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    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.

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    She was leaving the city, setting off for somewhere far, far away.

    Without her, Zion City would feel like a graveyard, burying everything but him in its silent depths.

    Yet, as he embraced her fragile form, witnessing her lying there, refusing to wake, he realized he had lost the courage to hold her close once more.

    In the end, Remington could only gently pat Lizetta''s shoulder before letting gopletely.

    Lizetta didn''t look up at Remington as she stepped back, quickly heading towards the door.

    As she pushed open the hospital room door, she bumped into Ray, who wasing in with some paperwork.

    Remington hadn''t lied to her; he had indeed sent Ray to take care of the discharge procedures.

    "Mrs....?"

    Ray was stunned to see Lizetta walking out of his young master''s hospital room.

    Thedy actually came to see Mr. Remington Dashiell voluntarily?

    However, before Ray could rejoice, he caught sight of Remington standing in the room like a statue, realizing things weren''t as he had imagined. He quickly stepped aside.

    Lizetta passed by Ray without lifting her head, and at that moment, Hogan approached her quickly.

    "Liz, are you alright? A junior of mine, studying psychology, got married and brought me some wedding candies. I thought I''d share the joy with you. Why are you out here by yourself? It''s chilly outside; you should put on a sweater."

    Hogan was evidentlying from Lizetta''s hospital room, seemingly unaware that Lizetta hade from the neighboring room. He quickly stepped forward, lightly cing his arm around Lizetta''s shoulders, guiding her back towards her room.

    Lizetta, with her head down, didn''t resist Hogan''s support.

    Her legs felt weak, her steps uncertain. She was clearly not in her best form.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "What kind of wedding candies?" Lizetta engaged in conversation as the two walked away.

    Hogan''s voice carried easily into the neighboring hospital room, and Ray dared not look at Remington''s expression.

    He quickly stepped into the room,

    closing the door behind him. Yet, he

    couldn''t help but worry for his

    master, pressing his ear against the door to catch any sound from outside, murmuring with a mix of frustration and helplessness.

    "In just a moment, how did you manage to make thedy cry again? Look at Dr. White, going out of his way to offer sweets, running around so eagerly. If you don''t step up your game, next time you might actually be giving her wedding candies..."

    As Ray muttered, he heard the door of the neighboring room close and could no longer hear anything. He, turned around only to meet Remington''s icy gaze, seemingly calm but with a storm of emotions swirling beneath.

    Ray instantly fell silent, feeling a chill down his spine.

    "She cried?" Remington asked, frowning.

    He had not noticed before, and under the man''s intense gaze, Ray nodded.

    Indeed, he had seen Lizetta''s eyes red and hershes wet with tears.

    Ray thought, realizing Lizetta had cried and had been taken away by Hogan, that Dr. White might be gently and attentively drying her tears this very moment. How could Remington stand it?

    He half expected Remington to burst out any second, kick down the neighboring room''s door, and tear Hogan apart.

    Yet, Remington just clenched his fists tightly, then released them, before turning around with a voice devoid of emotion.

    "Pack up, we''re leaving."

    Ray panicked, "But what about Mrs....?"

    Remington began unbuttoning his hospital gown, his voice firm as he interrupted, "We''re divorced now. Change the way you address her, from now on, she''s Ms. Gardenia." Ray was speechless.

    If it weren''t for the fact that Remington struggled with a button, trying three times without sess, Ray might have believed he had truly let go.

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    "Liz, try this, a little sugar might sweeten your mood."

    Hogan unwrapped a piece of candy and offered it to Lizetta with a smile.

    Lizetta nced at the candy, guessing it was orange-vored, a vor that could bring back a flood of memories.

    She managed a smile, "Just set it aside for now, Hogan. I''ll have itter. I just want to rest a bit..."

    Hogan''s hand froze for a moment, but then he ced the candy aside and didn''t get up to leave.

    He picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and grabbed a paring knife, "Let me peel you an apple..."

    "Hogan, I really don''t want to eat anything. I just want to rest... Hogan!"

    Lizetta softly interrupted Hogan, her emotions unstable, craving solitude.

    However, before she could finish, she saw Hogan''s paring knife slip from his hand, cutting his finger and staining the apple with blood.

    Lizetta gasped, leaning over to take the knife and apple away, her voiceced with concern.

    "Be careful, Hogan, don''t move. Let me see!"

    Lizetta grabbed Hogan''s hand, her expression filled with anxious concern.

    Hogan was a neurosurgeon, his hands infinitely precious. If he injured himself further while peeling an apple for her, she''d never forgive herself.

    "It''s nothing, just a small cut from being distracted."

    Seeing Lizetta''s worried look, Hogan''s face broke into a smile.

    "Even a small cut can''t be ignored. Let me get the first aid kit and take care of it for you."

    As Lizetta attempted to get off the bed, Hogan suddenly grasped her wrist tightly.

    Lizetta looked up, meeting Hogan''s usually gentle eyes, now shadowed and intense behind his sses.

    Feeling a sudden panic, Lizetta tried to pull away, but Hogan''s grip was firm. He asked,

    "Liz, Zion City is filled with sad

    I.ne

    memories. Wouldn''t it be better to start fresh abroad? I''ll arrange everything for us overseas! Leave this ce behind and start anew. I promise everything will get better!"

    Lizetta pulled her hand away, frowning slightly.

    Although Hogan made sense, and it seemed like a good option, Lizetta couldn''t shake off the feeling that Hogan was pushing her too hard, forcing her into a corner, which she didn''t appreciate.

    "Hogan, like I told you before, I still feel like Daisyy is here..."

    Before Lizetta could finish, Hogan abruptly tightened his grip on her shoulders.

    "Liz, that child is gone! She''s dead! How can you still be so delusional!"

    Lizetta was startled by Hogan''s suddenly harsh tone and the cruelty in his words, turning pale.

    She stared at him wide-eyed, shocked by his sharpness.

    "I''m sorry, I just can''t bear to see you drowning in the pain of losing a child. I''m too worried about you."

    Hogan looked remorseful, holding Lizetta''s hand again, "Liz, you were unconscious from the surgery, and everyone told you the child didn''t make it when you woke up. It''s naturato cling to false hope since you never saw her for yourself. But illusions can''t be reality. You know that, which is why you couldn''t bring yourself to see the child, right?"

    Lizetta bit her tongue, her heart twisting in pain.

    Hogan was right. She had never dared to actually look at her Daisyy.

    She always felt that by not seeing her, Daisyy would still be there, a living, kicking baby.

    "Liz, that child was stillborn! Hospitals dispose of stillborns with medical waste, incinerated together. You need to stop fantasizing and move on, okay?!"

    Hogan''s grip on Lizetta''s frail shoulders tightened as he stared into her eyes, his words echoing with finality.

    The image of babies and diseased limbs thrown together for incineration shed through Lizetta''s mind, her eyes brimming with tears.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

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    Liz pushed Hogan away forcefully, covering her ears and stepping back.

    "Shut up! Please, just stop talking, I''m begging you!"

    Seeing her lose control, Hogan''s brow furrowed, a shadow passing behind his sses. He leaned in, gently patting Liz''s quivering shoulders to soothe her.

    "Alright, I''ll stop. But Liz, you have to face reality. I know my words are harsh, but it''s all for your own good. My friend, who''s studying psychology, might still be at the hospital. I''ll call her over for a chat; she can help ease your pain and get you through this, okay?"

    Liz, her face slick with sweat and heart in turmoil as if being scorched in a furnace, nodded instinctively at the mention of a psychologist offering relief.

    Hogan made a call, and his friend arrived promptly.

    She approached the bed with a friendly gesture, extending her hand to Liz with a smile.

    "Ms. Gardenia, I''m Daphne. Actually, we''ve met before. You were unconscious, and I had the chance to review your condition. I even made some suggestions to Mr. Dashiell. Thankfully, he took my advice, which helped you wake up."

    Liz hadn''t realized a psychologist had been consulted during her unconscious state. Hearing it was Daphne who convinced Remington to let go, she felt a newfound trust.

    "Thank you, Dr. Daphne. Please, have a seat," Liz said, taking Daphne''s hand.

    "Don''t mention it. Just call me Daphne. Oh, isn''t this the wedding favor I gave Hogan?"

    Daphne sat down, idly ying with the wedding favor on the bedside table.

    Liz''s gaze inadvertently followed Daphne''s fingers.

    Daphne''s casual fiddling seemed almost patterned, sending Liz into a slight daze.

    Catching Liz''s reaction, Daphne smiled and turned to Hogan. "Lending my wedding favor to Ms. Gardenia, Hogan? How about I have a word with Liz alone?"

    Hogan nodded with a smile, nced at Liz, who seemed unresponsive, and left the room.

    As he entered the elevator, his phone rang.

    Checking the caller ID, Hogan frowned slightly and answered. After a brief conversation, he spoke sharply.

    "Don''te up. I''m on my way down."

    Ending the call, Hogan pressed for the underground parking.

    Stepping out, he scanned the area and spotted a woman. He walked towards her.

    "Dr. White, I-"

    The woman brightened up at his approach and hurried forward.

    "What brought you here?" Hogan cut her off sternly.

    The woman looked up, about to speak, but Hogan grabbed her arm.

    "Let''s talk in the car. I''ll drive you home."

    Her cheeks flushed as she nced

    at her arm in his grip, og l

    following him to the parking lot on the east side.

    As Hogan away,

    neared the woman walked expression cold and detaie het

    i didn''t notice a man inget

    car observing them,

    Remington''s gaze was icy as he withdrew his attention,manding sternly.

    "Drive!"

    Ray, in the driver''s seat, took a couple of photos with his phone aimed in Hogan''s direction.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Urged by Remington, Ray put away his phone, turning to him.

    "Mr. Dashiell, Hogan was just ying the devoted visitor to your wife, and now he''s sneaking around the. parking lot with another woman. Doesn''t look good, does it? Could be ying both sides."

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    Remington''s voice was icy as he snapped, "What''s it to you? Just drive."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Ray, taken aback by his harsh tone, didn''t linger and pulled the car out of the parking lot. However, he couldn''t help feeling indignant and skeptical about Remington''s apparent indifference towards Lizetta''s situation. He spoke up again, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, I''ve taken some photos as evidence. Perhaps I could send them to you, and you could forward them to your wife as a heads-up? Don''t let her get fooled by that jerk again!"

    Remington''s eyes opened, his thin lips parting slightly, "Fooled again?"

    Ray hadn''t expected his own words to betray his thoughts, revealing his belief that Remington was indeed a jerk. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, hastily changing the subject. "Ah, the woman we saw earlier, with the hat and mask. But her posture, her figure, it was obviously a young woman. And the vibe between her and Dr. White, it was clear she''s into him. Remember, wasn''t Ms. Shirley Dashiell also chasing after Dr. White? A gentle, polite, and well-mannered elite doctor like him, with his charm, it''s no wonder women like him. Aren''t you worried your wife might be deceived by him?"

    Remington''s expression remained impassive as he stared out the window. He had been mercilessly driven away from the hospital by that woman. What could he possibly say to her now that she would listen to? In her eyes, he was the ultimate jerk, the most untrustworthy scoundrel. Even if he sent her the photos, showing Hogan''s unclear rtionship with another woman, Lizetta would likely just think he was being petty and trying to nder Hogan. Worse, annoyed by his interference, she might even grow closer to Hogan out of spite. No matter what he did now, it would only bring him humiliation. Remington, with his brows furrowed in self-mockery and irritation, remained silent. However, as they exited the parking lot, and Ray thought Remington truly didn''t care about Lizetta anymore, the man in the back seat spoke up.

    "Send them to me."

    Ray knew it; his boss couldn''t just stand by. He immediately sent the photos over and Remington forwarded them to Lizetta. But the next second, a red alert from WhatsApp popped up. Remington''s knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone, then he chuckled bitterly and tossed the phone aside without another nce.

    Upon leaving the hospital,

    v

    Remington went straight back to the family mansion, where Fiona Dashiell had been unwelltely because of issues with the children. As Remington parked in the mansion''s driveway and entered the foyer, he saw Shirley Dashiell and her mother, Mrs. Dashiell, were also there, keeping Fionapany.

    Upon seeing Remington, Shirley''s demeanor changed instantly, herughter fading as she stood up awkwardly and greeted him, "Remi."

    Remington barely acknowledged her, nodding curtly at Mrs. Dashiell before telling Fiona, "Grandma, I''ll be in the study. There''s some business I need to attend to."

    Fiona watched him, noting how Remington''s demeanor had be even colder and more distant since Lizetta''s incident.

    Mrs. Dashiell suddenly stood up, "Remington, I''ve been arranging some blind dates for Shirley, and we''ve narrowed it down to a few gentlemen you''re probably familiar with. Could you help me check them out?" As she said this, she approached with several photos in hand. Shirley, startled by her mother''s actions, hurriedly tried to pull Mrs. Dashiell back.

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    "Mom, Remi''s got no patience for this stuff..."

    Shirley couldn''t believe it when Remington actually stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.

    "You''re going on blind dates?"

    She was stunned, not expecting him to care about her personal affairs. Ever since she was subjected to a prank involving hot sauce by Remington, their cousinly bond had grown quite thin, with Remington treating her like she was invisible.

    "Who says your Remi doesn''t care? I''m right here asking, aren''t I? Spit it out," Mrs. Dashiell urged, nudging Shirley, who nodded in a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

    "I... well, I''m at the age for dating and marriage, right? They''re all from our social circle. Mom says it''s better to know their background, so I thought why not go for blind dates."

    "What about Hogan? Weren''t you all over him before? Suddenly lost interest?"

    Remington''s gaze was piercing.

    Shirley nervously licked her lips and shook her head, "I... well, it''s just not happening. He''s not into me at all. Can''t keep throwing myself at him, can I? So, I gave up. Don''t like him anymore." Remington stared at her for a moment longer before shifting his gaze to the photographs Mrs. Dashiell was holding.

    "Sounds good," he said, then strode upstairs with Ray following behind.

    Once in the study, Remington turned to Ray and instructed, "Check out what happened between Shirley and Hogan, will you? And that woman in the parking lot too."

    He could tell Shirley was lying.

    Shirley was not known for her perseverance, but her infatuation with Hogan had been an exceptionsting a good two to three years.

    There had been squabbles over get

    Hogan before, with Shirley and Lizetta at odds, causing quite a stir. Her sudden surrender and

    Ray suppressed a smile, "Sure thing, Mr. Remington Dashiell."

    He knew it! Any matter slightly involving thedy of the house, and the boss couldn''t stay uninvolved.

    Acknowledging the instruction, Ray left the room while Remington sat behind his desk, his brows furrowed.

    He hadn''t had much interaction with

    Hogan, but he could see that Hogan was far from the harmless persona he projected. The year Hogan got into trouble abroad, Helen White approached their family with a marriage proposal, insisting Hogan was unaware and that it was her maternal instinct taking over.

    Yet, how did Helen know about Hogan''s secret affection for Lizetta? The cunning moves Helen made could very well have been inspired by Hogan. For years, Hogan

    been lingering around Lizett silently supporting her without

    expecting anything in return, almost

    saint-like. Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Rubbing his temples, Remington picked up his phone again, forwarding the unsent photo to Cassius.

    Cassius responded with a puzzled emoji.

    Without hesitation, Remington called Cassius, instructing, "Send the photo to Ynda. Say you snapped it in the hospital parking lot. Don''t mention me."

    Before Cassius could respond, the call was ended.

    Looking at the photo with a sigh, Cassius did as told and forwarded it to Ynda.

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    Ynda had just made it through the first round of auditions for the lead female role in a period drama, along with two other actresses. The director had arranged a three-day intensive workshop on period- specific bodynguage. Following this, a second round of auditions would determine the final choice for the leadingdy.

    Ynda was worried about her friend Lizetta, almost to the point of giving up, especially after Lizetta had been rushed out of the hospital. After a long day of training, Ynda returned to her hotel room and finally checked her phone, only to be greeted by that photo.

    She immediately called Cassius, but the call was abruptly disconnected. Frowning slightly, Ynda was distracted by the timely ring of the doorbell. Turning to open it, she was met by a towering figure pushing his way in.

    In the next moment, Ynda found herself pinned against the wall, her shoulders held firmly as arge hand easily encircled her slender waist. A voice, both familiar and menacing, whispered from behind her. "Nice dress."

    Ynda was still in her costume from the period drama set, a dress designed to entuate the era''s style, which she hadn''t had the chance to change out of. Though not tall, Ynda''s proportions were impable. Her body was not the typical thinness seen in many actresses but rather lean and well-muscled, with curves in all the right ces. Pinned against the wall like this, her figure was irresistibly enticing.

    Cassius tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her to arch her back and press closer to him. As he was about to act on his desire, Ynda''s clear voice cut through.

    "Hogan has been into Liz for years, and now that she''s finally divorced, how could he possibly..."

    The cold reality hit Cassius like a bucket of ice water, deting his ego.

    Snap!

    A sharp p sounded as Cassius''s hand came down hard on her buttocks. Before Ynda could react, he was nipping at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Ynda, thinking of another man while you''re with me? Are you looking for trouble?"

    Cassius''s

    words were cut short by a sharp pain in his foot, the result of Ynda''s high heel grinding down mercilessly. Retreating a few steps, Cassius was seething when Ynda turned andunched herself at him.

    He caught her instinctively, her high-slit dress revealing slender, fair legs as she wrapped them around his arm, her gaze bold and teasing.

    "So now you''re the one beneath me,"

    she taunted. Tell me, was that photo from Badass RemingtonP? Can''t he stand seeing Liz with

    someone else? Kicked to the

    curb

    and now slinking around in the shadows, is that it?"

    Cassius''s eyes were fixed on her lips, his gaze burning with intensity.

    "Whether Remi''s up to something, I don''t care. Right now, it''s about you and me!"

    With that, he carried her to the couch, tossing her onto it with intent. Ynda quickly grabbed his wrist.

    "Don''t rip it! I need to wear this tomorrow."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    "Troublesome," Cassius muttered, his patience wearing thin. He moved her hands to the buttons at the neckline. "If you don''t want to exin yourself to the director tomorrow, take it off yourself!" The tension between them was palpable as Cassius covered her mouth with his, silencing any protests with a kiss that allowed only muffled sounds to escape.

    Hourster, Ynday exhausted

    and drenched in sweat beside him. Cassius lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in contented curls. His other handzily traced the sweat-slick curve of her back, his votee husky.

    "Anything you want to ask me?"

    Ynda lifted her head slightly, "Is that photo real?"

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    Cassius froze, a shadow crossing his eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

    "What else? Liz just got out of one mess; what if she falls into another? And if those photos belong to that scoundrel Remington, I can''t mess up Liz''s chance at happiness. I need to figure this out!" Ynda frowned, clearly worried.

    But Cassius''s face darkened. He had received a call from his family yesterday, setting him up on a blind date.

    The date was set for today, and when he agreed to it, Ynda had heard everything.

    He thought Ynda would be anxious, would probe and pry.

    But from the moment he walked in, all she could talk about was Liz, not mentioning the blind date at all.

    Maybe his biggest rival for attention wasn''t Liz after all.

    Or was it that even if he were to marry someone else tomorrow, she wouldn''t bat an eyelid?

    Irritated, Cassius pushed Ynda aside and sat up, his voice cold.

    "So you trust Hogan? Even with evidence right in front of you, you still defend him."

    "One photo is not evidence. Even if it''s real, that woman could just be a patient''s family member, a friend, or a rtive. Especially if the photo came from Remington, it''s suspect!"

    Cassius couldn''t help butugh in frustration. "Did Remington dig up your ancestors or something? Hasn''t he been good enough to Liz? Without Remington, Liz would''ve been long gone at the hands of Hans Gardenia. Liz lost her child, and Remington... he lost not just a son but his mother as well..."

    "What do you mean he lost his mother?"

    Ynda was confused, and Cassius realized he had said too much.

    He frowned, quickly masking his expression. "Nothing. Mrs. Dashiell just went through some mental issues and went for treatment. It''ll probably take a few years to get better."

    "Ha, that old witch from the Dashiell family finally got what she deserved! Better if she''s gone for good, so she can''t..."

    Cassius stood up, his face cold as he cut off Ynda.

    "Can you show some respect? No matter what, Mrs. Dashiell is an elder. She''s already ill, and you''re still cursing her." Ynda''s face turned cold too, her lips curling into a sneer.

    "I was always petty and spiteful, never a match for the graceful and virtuousdies Mr. Sterling knows. You said it yourself, you were only after a fling, telling me not to

    pretend, not to covet what wasn''t mine No matter how much b pretend, you''d never like someone like me, right? So why don''t you go find your perfect, well-mannereddy of high society and call it quits?"

    Cassius clenched his teeth, staring at Ynda. "Is that really what you think?"

    Ynda huffed augh, climbing out of bed, naked and unashamed as she walked towards the bathroom.

    "I''ve had enough. Get out."

    As she passed by, Cassius suddenly grabbed her chin, his voiceced with anger.

    "Ynda, is this how you treat your benefactors? Believe it or not, I could have you kicked out of this production tomorrow!"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    But another voice echoed in Ynda''s ears, equally authoritative.

    "Ms. Ynda, the entertainment industry is fulkof people like you. You''re neither particrly beautiful nor outstanding. Your quick rise from behind the scenes to the forefront shows you''re smart, taking advantage of my son. But my son is soon to be engaged to Margaret Miller of Glory Media. Some things don''t need to be spelled out too clearly. I think Ms. Ynda understands why I''m here today.

    It doesn''t matter if it''s Ms. Ynda or a top actress; against the heiress of Glory Media, being expelled from the industry would just take a word. And that''s not even considering the Sterling family''s influence.

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    Today, the reason it''s me sitting across from you, and not Mia, is to leave Ms. Ynda with a bit of dignity. Ms. Ynda, I trust you''ll appreciate the gesture and won''t let me down." It''s almostughable, really. Cassius''s mother sent her away without so much as a greeting card.

    It wasn''t that Mrs. Sterling was stingy; she simply thought Ynda unworthy. For Mrs. Sterling to take the time to dismiss her in person was, in her view, the highest form of respect. In that moment, Ynda saw Cassius''s face merge with Mrs. Sterling''s in her mind''s eye.

    She blinked, offering Cassius a mocking smile.

    "Don''t forget, Mr. Sterling, I traded my first time for this leading role audition. My worth is genuine. If you can''t handle that, were you hoping to back out?"

    Cassius''s handsome face darkened instantly, his grip on Ynda''s chin tight enough to crush.

    Ynda bit back her words, and after a moment, Cassius let her go.

    The man zipped up his jeans, picked up his shirt, and before leaving, pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and threw it at Ynda''s face.

    "This body of yours, I''m sick of it. Here''s the money for your surgery. Find a decent clinic. Maybe next time, you''ll fool someone else into giving you a leading role."

    The money hit Ynda''s face, scattering at her feet, with a couple of bills sticking to her chest.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Ynda looked down, picked up the money, and shed a bright smile, "Thanks, Movie Star Cassius."

    The response was the sound of a mming door and the silence that followed.

    Cassius stormed into the elevator, his phone ringing suddenly.

    Was that foolish woman regretting her words now?

    He quickly grabbed his phone, but his frown deepened when he saw "Remi" shing on the screen.

    He had forgotten, Remington was waiting for his update.

    Now that things had soured with Ynda, who knew if that foolish woman would still pass on messages for him.

    As the ringtone was about to end, Cassius answered the call with a scowl.

    "Did you send her the photo? What did she say?" Remington''s deep voice came through.

    "I did, but Ynda, being the clever fool she is, suspected the photo was Photoshopped by you, Remi. She''s beyond help!"

    On the other end, Remington''s handsome face also darkened.

    Cassius, that fool, hadn''t realized they were talking about two different "hers".

    After a pause, Remington directly asked.

    "Does Liz think the photo was Photoshopped too?"

    "Uh, well... Ynda hasn''t sent it to Lizetta yet." Cassius suddenly felt sheepish.

    Remington was silent again, then scoffed, making no effort to hide his disdain.

    "You''re useless!"

    Such a simple task, sending a photo to his woman, and he

    even manage that. Remingtouldn

    hadn''t expected such ipetence.

    Cassius, "..."

    Feeling both aggrieved and frustrated, he thought about how he had lost his golden opportunity for this mess.

    Not only did Remington not offer him any constion, but he also had the nerve to criticize him?

    In a fit of irritated sarcasm, Cassius

    shot back, "We''re both jilted lovers here. Why the urgency to turn on each other, Remi? If you''re so capable, why don''t you talk to Lizetta yourself? If anyone''s useless right now, it''s you!"

    After venting, Cassius suddenly realized he might have gone too far.

    Why was Remington silent?

    Could it be he was already on his

    way with a gun? Cassius,

    panic-stricken, leaned on the

    vel

    elevator railing, almost ready to beg

    for mercy.

    He was about to plead when he noticed that the phone screen disyed the home screen wallpaper.

    Clearly, Remington had hung up long ago.

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    Cassius felt like he had narrowly escaped disaster. He tugged at his cor, trying to catch his breath, only to notice the blotchy red marks on his neck.

    Ynda, that woman, was a real piece of work.

    Cold-hearted and utterly ruthless!

    Remington mmed his phone down on the desk, his brows furrowed deeply.

    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, isn''t Ms. Ynda willing to help? This Hogan guy is bad news, getting too close to your wife is extremely dangerous. Maybe it''s better if you talk to her yourself," Ray suggested, noticing Remington''s angry expression.

    Ray had just discovered why Shirley had been avoiding Hogan.

    Recently, Shirley''s beloved border collie, which she had for over seven years, had mysteriously disappeared.

    Shirley had been furious,shing out at the servants and even offering a hefty reward for the dog''s return.

    When Shirley visited Hogan, he invited her to hisb. There, she found him using a dog for his experiment.

    The dog, having been injected with some substance, was violently crashing its head against the cage''s tempered ss, bleeding profusely.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    After the dog had copsed, Hogan proceeded to dissect it in front of Shirley, extracting brain tissue for examination under a microscope.

    He then stitched the corpse back together, intending to clean and prepare it for burial.

    "Whimpering, she said, ''If I truly loved him, I should understand and respect his work. He prefers women who share his interests. I suppressed my disgust and helped him clean the dog''s fur, and that''s when I realized it was my Kaka!''

    ''Ugh! He butchered my Kaka. Every time I close my eyes, I see himing at me with that scalpel. I can''t love him anymore. Let him go be with Lizetta instead. Yes, I''ll leave him to Lizetta!""

    Ray recalled Shirley''s terrified, broken state when she talked about Hogan while drunk, realizing Hogan was a master of deception with a dark psyche.

    A normal person wouldn''t scare off an unwanted suitor in such a gruesome, bloodthirsty manner.

    And anyone capable of harming animals in such a way couldn''t possibly be mentally stable.

    Hogan must be kept away from Lizetta at all costs!

    "Keep a close eye on Hogan. Have a few more undercover guards watch over Liz. And find that woman from the parking lot as soon as possible!"

    Remington''s concern deepened. He

    ???

    wished to exin everything to Lizetta personally, to take her from the hospital, to keep hepsafe by his side.

    But he had just promised her he wouldn''t intrude on her life anymore.

    Even if he did go to her, Lizetta would likely see it as another maniption, only fostering more resentment and resistance.

    Remington felt helpless, uncertain of how to protect her without overstepping his bounds.

    The only thing he could do was to uncover more about Hogan and guard her from the shadows.

    Hogan better not make any more moves.

    Otherwise, even at the risk of Lizetta misunderstanding him, he wouldn''t let Hogan off.

    The next morning, Lizetta received photos and a call from Ynda.

    "Liz, don''t you want to ask Dr. White if he''s got a girlfriend now?"

    Lizetta nced at the photo but didn''t take it to heart.

    "Yoli, I get what you''re saying, but there''s no chance between my mentor and me. I don''t have feelings for him, and I''ve made that clear. Plus, I''m not looking to start a new rtionship. If he truly has found someone, I''m happy for him."

    As soon as Lizetta finished speaking the door to her room swung open, revealing Hogan in a whiteb coat, smiling warmly. He shook a thermos in his hand and asked, "A girlfriend? Me?"

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    "Mr. Remington Dashiell, Hogan visited your wife again this morning, brought her breakfast, and stayed in the room for about 43 minutes before leaving. After that, Daphne came in. She spent two hours providing psychological counseling to your wife. It seems like your wife really enjoyed Daphne''spany. When Dr. Daphne was leaving, your wife even walked her to the elevator, they chatted for a bit before your wife returned to her room."

    This morning''s updates about Lizetta were promptly reported to Remington by Ray around noon. Included in the report was a photo of Lizetta and Daphne chatting in the hospital corridor. In the photo, Daphne was holding Lizetta''s wrist, seemingly deep in conversation, while Lizetta listened intently, her face rxed and smiling. At first nce, the scene seemed quiteforting. However, as Remington stared at the photo, his expression grew colder.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Ray added, "We''ve been keeping an eye on Hogan, and so far, there''s been nothing unusual about his behavior towards your wife, other than introducing Dr. Daphne to her. But Dr. Daphne is quite skilled, and it looks like her treatment is really effective. Your wife''s mental state has visibly improved. Hogan doesn''t like Ms. Shirley Dashiell, he might have scared Ms. Shirley on purpose, but it seems he genuinely cares for your wife..."

    Remington put the photo down, his voice icy. "A normal psychologist should earn their patient''s trust, sure, but they don''t need to be as close as friends. To maintain professionalism, they would usually keep a certain distance from their patients!"

    Yet, in this photo, Lizetta and Daphne were too close, almost like friends. Remington knew Lizetta well. She might appear gentle and kind, but she''s actually quite reserved. Her past experiences had built walls around her heart, making it difficult for her to open up to someone. That Daphne had only conducted three sessions with Lizetta and they were already this close made him suspect Daphne might have ulterior motives. Moreover, it was Daphne who had previously suggested to the Dashiell family that Lizetta should be let go. Despite Daphne''s good reputation, there were plenty of psychologists in Zion City. The coincidence was too perfect.

    Ray was startled, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, do you suspect Dr. Daphne might be involved in something fishy?"

    Until now, Ray had thought Hogan''s intentions towards Lizetta were genuine and everything was normal, especially since Lizetta was showing signs of improvement after the therapy sessions. But after hearing Remington''s thoughts and looking back at the photo on the desk, a sense of unease crept over him, sending shivers down his spine.

    "The wife could be brainwashed by Daphne, right? Like, forcefully imnting beliefs, making her think she''s in love with Hogan, so she would only listen to Hogan, only trust Hogan!"

    This thought terrified Ray, making

    ove

    him wish they could rush to the hospital right then to take Lizetta away. But Remington remained seated behind his desk, "You think this is a movie?" If psychologists could easily manipte memories and change people''s beliefs, wouldn''t they be monsters? However, it was feasible for a psychologist during counseling sessions to subtly influence Lizetta''s thoughts, like strengthening her intention to follow Hogan abroad. Perhaps, that was Hogan''s goal all along. He wanted to take Lizetta away as soon as possible. With this thought, Remington''s frown deepened.

    In the afternoon, Hogan came to process Lizetta''s discharge from the hospital. Lizetta didn''t have many belongings, just a bag, which Hogan carried. "Liz, we can go now." As Lizett@nodded, ready to leave with Hogan, the door to her room

    opened, and Remington entered with. Ray. Seeing Remington, Lizetta

    immediately frowned.

    "What brings Mr. Dashiell here?" Hogan was the first to speak. Remington didn''t look at Hogan but focused on the figure behind him. He noticed right away that Lizetta''s instinctual reaction upon seeing him was to step slightly behind Dr. White.

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    Although she had once loathed him, she never shied away or retreated when facing him. But now, it was almost as if she instinctively dodged, like seeing a flood or a ferocious beast.

    Even knowing that Lizetta might have been influenced by counseling, Remington still felt a pang of heartache from her subtle avoidance. His gaze swept over the big bag Hogan was carrying, then over to the trash can beside the hospital bed. There, discardedpletely, were a pair of duck-yellow slippers, white knee-high socks, and a light yellow beanie. All items he had personally picked out for Lizetta, now abandoned.

    Remington''s eyes turned icy as he lifted his gaze to Hogan, his voice cold. "I wasing to pick Liz up from the hospital myself, no need for Dr. White''s help!"

    Hogan still had a gentle smile on his face. "Mr. Dashiell, that''s a strange thing to say. Did you ask Liz if she wanted you toe?"

    Remington didn''t answer Hogan. Instead, he took a step forward, looking tenderly at Lizetta, and softly said, "Grandma insisted Ie personally to ensure your safe return home."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    After saying this, he handed his smartphone to Lizetta, gesturing for her to take the call.

    Seeing Remington, Lizetta felt a deep repulsion and annoyance. The man who had promised to leave her be, to not interfere in her life, was now backtracking to this extent; she couldn''t help but feel disgusted. But hearing that it was Fiona''s arrangement, Lizetta suppressed her irritation. She took the phone with a bit of skepticism and put it to her ear. Indeed, Fiona''s familiar voice came through.

    "Is that you, Liz?"

    Lizetta''s expression softened for a moment. "Fiona Dashiell, it''s me. How have you been thesest few days?"

    "I''ve been well, but you, leaving in such a weakened state, Fiona couldn''t stop worrying. Knowing you were being discharged today, I had Remingtone to ensure you got home Safely. Liz, I know you don''t want to see him, just treat him as a regr driver or bodyguard for the day, just to put my mind at ease, can you do that?"

    Listening to Fiona''s cautious voice, Lizetta felt a tender bitterness. She softly replied, "Fiona, I understand, thank you for your concern."

    Lizetta didn''t want to disrespect Fiona to her face. But after hanging up the phone, her expression turned cold again. She handed the phone back to Remington, her tone distant and aloof. "I''ve already troubled my senior to pick me up, no need for Mr. Dashiell''s effort."

    "You just promised Grandma," Remington said gravely.

    Lizetta frowned, and immediately

    Hogan let out a lightugh, saying to Lizetta, "Liz, Mr. Dashiell went to the lengths of involving Fiona just to you. It shows his dedication.

    he

    Why not let him join me in taking you? It''s just, my apartment is not f¨¦r, making such a fuss seems unnecessary..."

    Hogan''s words clearly implied that everything about Fiona''smand was just a ruse by Remington. Indeed, Lizetta scoffed, "Mr. Dashiell''s self-directed and self-performed drama, always so inconsistent, do you find it amusing?"

    Remington''s handsome face turned dark, a momentary urge to throttle Hogan crossing his mind. He stared at Lizetta, teeth clenched. "He''s so calcted, stirring up trouble with his sweet talk, can''t you see that? Is it whatever he says, you just believe?"

    Lizetta looked oddly at Remington,

    unable to contain his anger, and then slightly curled her lips. "Didn''t Ms. Hawthorne and Ms. West also have Mr. Dashiell believe whatever they said in the past? Their stories were sopelling, I can almost still smell them. How could my seniorpare to them?"

    Remington was speechless, feeling as if all his internal organs had shifted from frustration, yet he had no retort. Was this karma? To not be believed by the one you love and to see them defend someone with dubious intentions, was this suffocating feeling of frustration really what it felt like?

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    Lizzy frowned and pushed the phone closer to Remington when he didn''t reach out to take it.

    She repeated firmly, "You can leave now. Just tell Fiona you''ve delivered the message."

    As Remington took the phone from Lizzy''s hands, his fingertips identally brushed against hers. Unexpectedly, Lizzy recoiled sharply and stepped back.

    Remington''s expression darkened, but Hogan''s eyes gleamed with a sly light as he stepped in front of Lizzy. He smiled politely at Remington, but his words wereced with provocation. "Liz made herself clear, Mr. Dashiell. Liz and Mr. Dashiell are divorced now and have no rtionship whatsoever. Liz doesn''t want to bother you anymore. It''s best not to force her, considering her previous reluctance to wake up was a result of Mr. Dashiell''s insistence. You haven''t forgotten the psychologist''s advice, have you?"

    Hogan''s mention of the divorce and the psychologist was strategic. He knew Remington''s presence here meant he had sensed something. He wanted to infuriate Remington, hoping he would lose control. That would only make Lizzy despise Remington more.

    However, Hogan was disappointed. Remington merely nced at him with cold disdain before turning his attention back to Lizzy.

    "What did he mean by his apartment? He''s been entangled with some woman, and now she''s vanished without a trace. Do you know about this?!" Remington''s voice was grave, revealing his concern. Despite Ray''s efforts, the woman from the parking lot remained missing for a day. Either Hogan had sent her out of Zion City, or worse, she was dead. There was definitely something amiss.

    But Lizzy wouldn''t listen, her

    patience wearing thin. "Did you take that photo in the parking lot? Did you

    have Yoli send it to me? My senior has already exined that''s his girlfriend. They''ve just started dating, and he kept it a secret from his mother to avoid marriage pressure. As for where I choose to live, that''s my business, not yours. Senior, let''s go."

    Lizzy looked at Hogan, who nodded, and they both prepared to leave.

    Remington didn''t move, but Ray stepped in front of Hogan, blocking the way. Lizzy knew Ray''s capabilities; without his permission, she couldn''t leave. Angrily, she turned back, ring at Remington, "Are you trying to imprison me again?"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s heart tightened at her hateful gaze, regretting his past actions that forced her against her will, leading to her current distrust and aversion. This had given Hogan the chance to manipte a vulnerable Lizzy, even bribinga psychologist to influence her mind. Today''s situation was the bitter fruit of his own actions.

    Remington, masking his inner turmoil with a gentle, almost pleading gaze, focused on Lizzy. "Liz, have you already agreed to go abroad with Hogan?"

    Lizzy was taken aback by his direct gaze. "How did you know I agreed to go abroad with my senior?" She hadn''t told anyone about her decision except Hogan.

    Remington shot Hogan a cold look before stepping closer to Lizzy. "Why would you agree to stay in Hogan''s apartment instead of going home after being discharged? Liz, think about it. Was this really what you wanted? Did you feel this way before undergoing therapy with Daphne?"

    Lizzy stepped back, overwhelmed by his imposing aura and resonant voice, which inexplicably drew her into his reasoning. Yet, as she tried to remember, her mind was a blur. She couldn''t recall how she agreed to go abroad or to stay at Hogan''s apartment at all.

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    It felt as if these weren''t decisions she had pondered and made, but rather sudden, overpowering urges that bubbled up from nowhere. Why was this happening?

    The more she tried to think, the more her mind seemed to stagnate. Lizetta couldn''t help but raise her hand, forming a fist, wanting to knock some sense into her befuddled brain. "Don''t move." Remington''s timely intervention, grasping her wrist, snapped her back to reality.

    Only then did Lizetta whirl back to the moment, but the sight of the man before her, his face etched with concern and tension, sent a jolt of agitation through her.

    "Don''t touch me!"

    Her voice was sharp,ced with a kind of terror.

    Taken aback, Remington''splexion shifted slightly as he instinctively let go of her hand.

    Lizetta stepped back, only to be steadied by Hogan''s outstretched hand. Herplexion was pale, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.

    Remington watched her, his forehead throbbing with visible veins.

    He felt humiliated. He had previously scoffed at Ray for suggesting that a therapist could be so influential.

    But now, he was beginning to think he might have severely underestimated their capabilities.

    Unable to contain himself any longer, Remington reached out and pulled Lizetta into his arms.

    Lizetta was forcibly brought close, and Hogan, with a look of fury, eximed, "Liz! Let her go!"

    He moved to pull Lizetta away, but Remington suddenly grabbed Hogan by the cor, his voice ominously cold.

    "What exactly did Daphne do to her!?"

    Suspicious of Daphne, Remington had sent Ray to her therapy office.

    But they were toote. After leaving the hospital, Daphne had gone straight to the airport with her new French husband, leaving the country.

    "Mr. Dashiell, what are you trying to do?! I don''t understand what you''re saying. Please, let me go. You''re frightening Liz."

    Hogan frowned, reaching for Remington''s wrist.

    Remington''s eyes were icy, but before he could respond, Lizetta suddenly pushed him away with such force that she staggered a few steps to the side, leaning against the wall. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking both anxious and pained.

    Remington froze, his fists clenched, not daring to make another move.

    All he could do was watch as Hogan rushed over to Lizetta, saying with concern, "Liz the postpartum depression is acting up again because of him. Have you

    forgotten? It''s because of his broken promises and lingering presence that you decided to leave the country. And staying at my ce

    was Dr. Daphne''s suggestion, to avoid the painful memories and help you rx in apletely new environment."

    Lizetta looked at Hogan, her eyes slightly confused yet somewhat reassured by his words.

    Was that what he said?

    She nodded, "I want to leave this ce."

    "Alright, let''s go."

    Hogan smiled slightly, supporting Lizetta as they moved to leave.

    "Mr. Dashiell, step aside. You see, she wants to go with me, and you can''t take her. Not unless you want topletely disregard her mental health and push her over the edge. Let us pass!"

    Remington''s fists were tightly clenched, his arms trembling.

    And Ray, anxious and desperate, wondered how they could just let Hogan take her away.

    In just a couple of days, Hogan had managed to distress Lizetta to this extent. If she truly ended up in his care, who knew what he might do?

    She might end up like that woman in the parking lot, vanishing without a trace.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    But preventing them from leaving seemed impossible given Lizetta''s current state-it might indeed cause her mental breakdown.

    Hogan clearly knew this, leveraging Remington''s reluctance to act rashly, which emboldened his brazen stance.

    Just as the standoff reached a tense peak, an aged voice suddenly echoed from the doorway.

    "Liz refuses to go with the Dashiell

    family brat, and that Dashiell family brat has no right to take her. So, what about us? We surely have more right than you, a White family kid, who''s nothing but a stranger to Liz

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    A buzz of conversation preceded their entrance, and then, the group made their way in. Leading them was Nelson, the gentleman whose voice had announced his presence before he was even seen. Today, he was the epitome of formality. Dressed in a British-style checkered three-piece suit with a ck bow tie and a hint of red peeking from his pocket square, his salt-and-pepper hair meticulouslybed, he looked more prepared for an esteemed ceremony than a visit to the hospital.

    By his side, Jerome opted for a lighter suit, shedding his usual somber tones for a brighter, more dapper appearance. Following closely were several bodyguards in ck, quickly filling the hospital room to its brim.

    Hogan watched their entrance, his expression shifting subtly as his grip on Lizetta''s arm unintentionally tightened.

    "Ouch..."

    Lizetta winced in pain.

    Nelson''s face soured at this, and he raised his cane, poking Hogan''s arm while scolding him. "Last time I already had my suspicions about you,d, trying to whisk away my precious granddaughter. And look here, I''ve been away for just two days, and you''re already nning to take Liz somewhere? Let go, I say!"

    After a few ungentle prods from Nelson, Hogan released his hold. Nelson then pulled a somewhat bewildered Lizetta to his side, examining her with a mix of concern and relief. "My dear, let''s see if you''ve gained some weight these past two days. Why is your face still so pale? No worries, once you''re back home with me and grandma, we''ll make sure our Liz is well-fed and healthy."

    Lizetta was still processing Nelson''s words, feeling both understanding and confusion. She had had her suspicions and hopes, but they seemed too good to be true. Yet, Nelson''s words made it all seem like a dream...

    "Grandpa Nelson, what do you mean by granddaughter and going home?" Her voice trembled; could it really mean what she hoped?Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Nelson looked into Lizetta''s beautiful

    eyes, seeing her cautious hope, and felt his heart break. His eyes reddened as he tightened his grip on her arm. "Child, you are of the

    Madden family''s blood. Your mother was my daughter, Elsa, and Pam

    your real grandfather other

    sorry we

    couldn''t protect you better and that

    it took us this long to find you."

    As Nelson spoke, he could no longer hold back and embraced Lizetta. Held in his arms, Lizetta''s gaze found Jerome, still trying to make sense of it all.

    Jerome nodded at her, smiling, "Liz,

    back then, your aunt, along with Daisylin Gardenia and ra

    Hawthorne all gave birth at Rainbow Hospital. Daisylin''s child was frail

    from birth. Hans, not wanting to spend money on a sickly child, swapped the Gardenia baby girl with you. But then, fearing you, being premature, might also be expensive to care for, he switched you again with Evelina Hawthorne. Here are the DNA test results proving your lineage with your grandparents. Would you like to see?"

    Nelson, too, encouraged her, "Yes, yes, Liz, take a look."

    Lizetta''s eyes rested on the

    document case, but she shook her head. She believed them; there was no reason for Nelson and Jerome to lie. Moreover, the instinctive

    el?

    affection she felt for Grandma

    Bernice and Grandpa Nelson-it was the pull of blood ties.

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    Nelson noticed her hesitancy and obvious panic. "Liz, do you... do you not forgive us? Do you not want to acknowledge us?"

    Lizetta was momentarily taken aback, then quickly responded, "It''s not Grandpa''s fault, it''s Hans''s mistake. How could I not acknowledge you? I trust you, Grandpa."

    Lizetta was in good spirits and easily epted Nelson, along with the matter of acknowledging her family. Having been adrift since childhood, she had always longed for familial love and connection. Especially now, having left the Dashiell household behind, she was more vulnerable than ever, alone and emotionally fragile. The prior rapport with Mrs. Bernice Madden hadid a foundation for affection, making this acknowledgment a deeply desired joy for Lizetta.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Nelson had been extremely anxious, fearing Lizetta wouldn''t easily ept them, fearing she would me them for losing her, and fearing any further emotional distress for her. But everything was going smoother than expected. Truly his granddaughter, kind, forgiving, and understanding!

    He beamed, wrinkles crinkling with joy, "Alright, let''s go home, Grandpa''s taking you home! Your grandma''s waiting for us."

    Nelson was impatient to leave, grabbing Lizetta to head out.

    Hogan, not expecting anyplications, hurriedly stepped forward. "Liz, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

    Hearing Hogan''s voice, Lizetta paused, the uncontroble feeling seemingly returning.

    Jerome stepped forward, blocking Hogan, and said sternly, "Dr. White, no matter what Liz promised you before for whatever reasons, she''s now Ms. Madden. She''s just been reunited with her family, and it''s only fitting she goes home with them. Are you intending to stop her?"

    Hogan''s expression darkened, unwillingly he again addressed Lizetta, "Liz, are you sure about this?"

    Lizetta turned to look at Hogan, his eyes behind the sses slightly shining. A voice in her head seemed to urge her that leaving with Hogan was the right choice. Yet, she was influenced but not foolish. She was beginning to realize something was off, frowning and resisting the urge to be controlled, she shook her head at Hogan.

    "Brother, I need to go home, thank you foring to pick me up from the hospital. Grandpa, let''s go."

    Lizetta tightly held Nelson''s hand, herplexion slightly pale. Hogan clenched his fists, his expression briefly flitting to irritation.

    He wanted to speak again, but Remington, who had been silently standing by since the Maddens arrived, stepped forward and grabbed Hogan''s shoulder. With no mercy, he squeezed hard, making Hogan feel as if his shoulder was about to shatter. "Ray! Keep an eye on him."

    Losing control, Hogan stumbled

    backward, unable to cry out in pain before Remington handed him over to Ray. Ray had been itching to act only holding back because of Lizetta Now that the Maddens taking Lizetta away, he had no reservations. He kneed Hogan hard in the chest, causing him to double over, then grabbed him by the cor and flung him onto the hospital bed.

    As Lizetta and Nelson reached the hallway, a familiar and deep voice called from behind, "Grandpa, may I speak with Liz for a moment more?"

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    Liz felt a shiver run down her spine as the man caught up to them from behind. Nelson sensed her unease and gently squeezed her hand. Turning to Remington, he asked, "And who might your grandfather be? You sure make it sound like we''re old friends."

    Remington''s gaze rested on Liz, who stood quietly beside Nelson with her head bowed. He spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, Mr. Madden, give us your blessing."

    Nelson snorted, clearly not inclined to give any blessings. But then he remembered that if it hadn''t been for Remington''s call that morning, informing him of theplications at the hospital, they wouldn''t have rushed back from Tranquil Meadows so quickly. If not for that, Liz might have already been spirited away by the scheming Hogan.

    Moreover, Nelson had just joyfully acknowledged his granddaughter. Thinking about the role Remington yed in bringing Liz back home, Nelson managed to suppress his dissatisfaction. He looked at Liz and asked, "Sweetie, do you want to hear him out?"

    Liz kept her head down, but she could feel the intense, suffocating gaze fixed on her. He stood in front of her, an immovable figure, as if he wouldn''t step back unless she agreed. Liz bit her lip and finally nodded slightly at Nelson.

    Nelson patted Liz''s shoulder and shot Remington a warning re before walking ahead with his bodyguards.

    Liz faced Remington and met his deep, intense eyes. He had been looking at her with a focus that seemedden with heavy sorrow and reluctance to let go. When their eyes met, the tension eased, and a smile flickered across his face. His voice was soft as he said, "Congrattions on reuniting with your family."

    Liz stared at Remington, taken aback by his reaction. He rarely smiled, often appearing distant and aloof. Even his smiles were usually tinged with mockery. But now, his smile was warm-a sincere congrattion, genuinely happy for her.

    Liz was puzzled by his reaction; she thought he wouldn''t be pleased and

    Get

    would be angry and upset. Her surprised expression was too evident, filling Remington''s heart with a renewed sense of bitterness. After a moment of silence,

    continued, "I mean it. The

    Hawthorne family abandoned you, the Gardenia family only brought you pain, and the Dashiell family and I..."

    Remington''s voice grew hoarse. He had always known that Liz had seen the Dashiell family and him as her salvation. She was too pure, grateful, and trusting. He had arrogantly considered himself her savior,

    ignoring and doubting her, letting her down and then manipting her back with small gestures repeatedly failing her until all their affection was exhausted...

    Thinking of this, Remington''s handsome face turned pale, and his deep eyes briefly reddened. He clenched his fist before forcing a smile.

    "Liz, I always prided myself on beingThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    a good brother, thinking that the Dashiell family provided you with a life of luxury, believing you couldn''t¡¢ live without the Dashiell family, especially without me. So I ignored your doubts, disappointed you, and manipted you back, time and again, exhausting our bond... Now, I realize how arrogant and ridiculous was, but I''vee to this

    understanding far toote, and the cost has been too great..."

    Liz looked at the man before her, feeling as if her calm heart had been blown open, her eyes uncontrobly welling up with tears. Seeing her about to cry, Remington suddenly fell silent.

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    He didn''t know when he would see her again after this separation. Maybe she''d fall for another man, maybe he''d soon hear about her getting remarried, or maybe their paths would never cross again. So, he didn''t want to make her cry anymore. He didn''t want tears to be his parting gift.

    Remington changed the subject, "Liz, I don''t know what Daphne did to make you despise me even more, but I still have to ask, do you still hate me?"

    Lizetta blinked, hiding the warmth in her eyes, and countered his question with one of her own. "Do you want me to hate you?"

    She remembered him saying he''d rather be hated than faced with her indifferent coldness.

    Remington''s fists clenched at his sides, trembling slightly. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Better not to hate. Hate is more exhausting and torturous than love. It''s too painful, and for me, it''s not worth it, right? Once you''re back in Tranquil Meadows, just be Ms. Madden again. Forget all the unhappy times and people in Zion City, and find your carefree spirit again. Rise from the ashes, soar high."

    After speaking, Remington instinctively lifted his hand. He wanted to touch her head like he used to when they were kids, or maybe pinch her cheek.

    However, seeing her pale, delicate face thinned by distress, and remembering her almost fierce rejection of him, he hesitated and then withdrew his hand, stepping aside to let her pass.

    Yet, Lizetta looked at him and asked, "Do you truly wish for me to forget?"

    For some reason, a voice inside her always warned her that Remington was the source of her deepest wounds, the indirect cause of her baby''s death, the most despicable and untrustworthy liar. No matter how he acted or what he said, she shouldn''t be swayed.

    But for some reason, seeing his attempt at a rxed demeanor and hearing his words, her heart felt like it was being wrung tight, every shred in agony.

    "Yeah, if you can, just forget it all," Remington nodded, his voice light, but his throat tasted bittersweet.

    Of course, he didn''t want her to

    forget him, to move onpletely and erase him from her heart. The thought made him feel suffocated and hopeless. But if forgetting him meant she could heal and find happiness again... If forgetting was the way for her to ovee the grief of losing their child, then so be it.

    He would remember everything for both of them.

    Lizetta

    Se him a long look, and

    his face didn''t seem so et

    repulsive to her anymore.

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    suffocated at the sight of him.

    After a moment, she looked away and nodded. "Okay, goodbye."

    Lizetta walked towards Nelson, who immediately greeted her with a warm, benevolent smile.

    "You said you had a couple of things to say, and yet here we''ve been, talking for ages. Liz, remember, actions speak louder than words.

    handsome, gentle, and

    Tranquil Meadows is full one

    understanding men who know how to respect and cherish you. Your grandparents have already got a few in mind for you, let''s go..."

    Nelson''s voice, full of vitality, echoed down the hospital corridor.

    Remington knew the old man meant for him to hear it. He stood still, watching her walk away, and silently said in his heart.

    Liz, goodbye.

    At least this time, he had managed to safely bring her back to her family.

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    Remington watched as Lizetta''s figure vanished down the corridor. He lingered for a moment longer before turning back towards the hospital room. Inside, Jerome hadn''t left with the Maddens as expected but was wrapping things up.

    Hogan''s sses were shattered, his face bruised and swollen on one side, with traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. Ray had him tied up in a chair. Seeing Remington enter, Hogan''s lips twisted into a mocking smile.

    "Stubborn guy, won''t say a thing," Ray reported to Remington.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Hogan didn''t seem too badly injured, but Ray had gagged him andnded a few good hits, surely causing some internal damage. Yet, Hogan kept silent. Remington approached Hogan, his gaze icy.

    "What kind of mind games did you have Daphne y on Liz? What are you nning to do with Liz by luring her abroad?"

    Hogan looked at Remington and let out a coldugh, filled with disdain and mockery.

    "Now you care about her? If you hadn''t ruined her life five years ago, she would''ve epted the proposal from the White family and left the country! But you destroyed her and then neglected her, letting her suffer from nder and torment for five years! I just wanted her topletely hate you, to take her away from this ce of heartache and start anew abroad. Compared to what you''ve done to her, what''s my n? Remington, what right do you have to stand there and judge me? You''re not worthy!"

    Remington''s eyes darkened, "So you knew all about the White family''s proposal five years ago!"

    It was clear from Hogan''s words that he was still holding a grudge about the proposal from the White family.

    Hogan smirked, "So what if I did?

    She''s never been happy with the Dashiell family. She once saved a stray cat and wanted to keep couldn''t because your mother

    >? I ]

    wouldn''t allow it. Living unde

    someone else''s roof with those

    conditions? If she were with me, I''d treat her like a treasure and never let her face such indignities!"

    Remington watched Hogan coldly, "Five years ago, you wanted to take Liz abroad and failed. After your leg healed, you returned to work as the primary physician for Thaddeus Gardenia, just to hover around Liz. All these years, you''ve never stopped persuading Liz to go abroad, even facilitating her application to study abroad with Master Dories."

    Hogan nodded, "Correct. Liz loves to dance, and her talent is immense. The artistic atmosphere and dance resources abroad are iparable to what''s avable here. I''m thinking of her wellbeing. Should I have just watched her wither away under the Dashiell family''s control?

    Jerome, who had been silent, let out a scoff. "No matter how you justify it, you''re merely cloaking your selfish desires in self-deception."

    Hogan''s expression stiffened, his hands gripping the armrests tightly.

    Remington''s voice was cold, "Liz refused, so you resorted to hypnotism, not hesitating to control her mind. Once abroad, how could you let her live freely? You''d only use more despicable methods to control her, turning her into your puppet!"

    Hogan''s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, his eyes darkening.

    "Yes, I''ve made preparations abroad. Once I take Liz away from Zion City, no one will be able to find her. We''ll have all the time in the world together. I''ll treat her kindly, make her fall in love with me, and we''ll be happy!"

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    Yet, time and again, Remington wrecked it all!

    Hogan red at Remington, his eyes burning with indignation, but Remington just scoffed disdainfully.

    "You? After all these years, you''ve been ying the caring and considerate guy. Do you think Liz ever fell for it? She could never love someone as twisted and petty as you! What you feel for her isn''t love; it''s obsession and possession."

    For a moment, Hogan''s expression froze, but he quicklyughed mockingly and looked at Remington.

    "Don''t you find it ironic, Mr. Dashiell,ing from you? Have you forgotten how Liz got her postpartum depression?"

    Remington''s face paled slightly, a storm brewing in his deep eyes. He quickly suppressed his regret, stepped forward, and grabbed Hogan''s right hand, pinning it down on the armrest.

    The next second, he picked up a ss vase from the nearby table and, aiming at Hogan''s hand, said icily, "Doctor, what good is this hand of yours if it''s ruined?"

    Hogan''s expression changed drastically. "Remember, this is a hospital!"

    Remington sneered, "When you were manipting Liz here, why didn''t you think about that?"

    Ray nodded in agreement, quickly adding, "Don''t worry, Mr. Dashiell, if you break his hand, I can testify he fell and cut himself on a broken vase. You saw that too, right, Mr. Madden?" Ray looked at Jerome, who raised an eyebrow, "The cops aren''t that dumb, but taking the fall for your Mr. Dashiell should be doable."

    Ray thought Jerome was really dark-hearted but still nodded eagerly, "I can do that!"

    "Hogan, if you want to keep this hand, then spill. Who''s the woman from the parking lot?"

    Remington''s gaze was menacing,

    and Hogan had no doubt he would follow through. His pinned hand trembled but he bit back, coldly saying, told you, she''s a girlfriend I got to keep my family off my back, Remington. What are you

    suspecting?"

    A girlfriend to keep the family off his back would be hidden so well? Disappear so suddenly? Moreover, her disappearance surely had something to do with Lizetta.

    As for his suspicions, Remington''s

    eyes were dark and unfathomable.

    "Half a year ago, you almost took Liz

    kel

    out of the country. I stopped you because found out Liz was pregnant and brought her back from the airport. You missed your chance and must have been resentful. You know as long as the chilebis here, Liz won''t leave easily. So, was Daisy''s death rted to you?!"

    That was what Remington really wanted to press Hogan on.

    Lizetta was rushed to the hospital quickly; though it was a difficult birth, they managed to save her in time.

    Hans kidnapped Lizetta for money, and Hanna Evert Dashiell used Hans for Daisy''s umbilical cord blood. Neither of them had a motive to harm Daisy. In fact, they didn''t want anything bad to happen to her. So how did the child end up dying?

    But Hogan had both motive and

    opportunity, Having spent years at the Dashiell Hospital, Hogan knew

    the ins and outs very well.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    n¨¦t

    Remington even remembered, the time he apanied Lizetta for a prenatal check-up, they ran into Hogan at the maternity ward.

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    Hogan listened to Remington''s theory with a scoff, his expression dripping with mockery. Not a hint of panic or guilt shed across his face. He even chuckled at Remington, the sarcasm thick in his voice. "You kid died because you failed to protect him. And now, what? Eager to pin his death on me to win Liz''s forgiveness? Dream on... Ah!"

    Before Hogan could finish, a vase smashed onto his hand with a loud crash, sending sharp fragments flying. Blood immediately started oozing from the back of Hogan''s hand, drawing a pained grunt from him. The next second, Remington, gripping the neck of the vase, drove its jagged edge into Hogan''s bloodied hand. The sharp edge sank deeper, blood spurting out more freely, turning Hogan''s face ghostly pale. Hogan obviously wanted to scream for help, but Ray was already behind him, smothering any sound he might make.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    "You know, Dr. White, if you don''t start talking, you can kiss this hand goodbye, let alone ever hold a scalpel again," Jerome coolly reminded him.

    The pain intensified, and veins bulged visibly on Hogan''s neck, but he gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse. "Spection is just that, spection. It can''t be turned into fact. If you want to nder me, Mr. Dashiell, you better have some evidence."

    Drip, drip, drip. Thick blood dripped onto the floor. Then, noise from the hallway approached.

    Jerome walked a few steps towards the door, peered out, and announced, "The cops are here."

    It was normal for someone to call the police given themotion. A few officers, led by a nurse, arrived. When the door to the room swung open, a lingering scent of blood filled the air.

    But by then, Hogan had been untied. Sitting on the hospital bed with a towel pressed against his wounded hand, he looked utterly calm.

    The lead officer, noticing Remington and Jerome, felt a chill. "Mr. Dashiell, Mr. Madden, and Dr. Hogan White, what exactly happened here?"

    Hogan stood up, speaking first, "Just a misunderstanding, it''s all sorted now."

    With Hogan being the only apparent victim and opting not to pursue the matter, it was clear he wanted to drop it. The lead officer, feeling like he''dnded in hot water-given the status of everyone involved-was relieved to hear Hogan''s statement. Without further questions, he quickly exited with his team.

    Hogan volunteered to go to the station for a statement and left with them.

    Once the room was quiet, Remington instructed Ray, "Review all the medical staff who were on Liz''s surgery again. Check if anyone''s recently gone missing. And keep a close eye on Hogan!"

    Even though Hogan staunchly

    denied everything, it wasn''t a total loss. If Hogan had nothing to hide he wouldn''t have chosen to smooth things over when the cops showed up. Only guilty people try to avoid a

    fuss.

    After Ray left, Jerome finally said, "Liz is a Madden. Whoever harmed her will not be let off by the Maddens either. We''re here to assist whenever necessary. Please keep us informed of any developments." Jerome nodded slightly and turned to leave when Remington said, "Mr. Madden, a moment, please."

    Jerome stopped and looked back at Remington, who frowned and asked, "What''s the Madden family nning to do about Andrea?"

    Andrea had taken Liz''s ce and grown up cherished by the Maddens. Now that Liz has been recognized by the Maddens, Andrea''s presence is a direct threat and injustice to Liz.

    "This matter concerns the Madden

    family alone; I don''t see a need for

    Mr. Dashiell to worry," Jerome replied with a distant smile, but Remington pressed on, "Regardless, Liz was raised by the Dashiells.

    Doesn''t the Dashiell family have a et

    right to inquire? When the

    Hawthorne family realized they had the wrong child, they didn''t hesitate to abandon Liz. Kevin Hawthorne and his wife went to great lengths for their biological daughter to ensure she faced no hardships. Considering all that Liz has suffered because of Hans, Andrea is the root cause. Is the Madden family really going to wee her back, allowing her to live alongside the very person who caused all this trouble?"

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    If that''s the case, Lizetta Madden might as well not go back. She''d only be met with cold shoulders and disappointment.

    Jerome nced at Remington. "Liz is Aunt Maggie''s own flesh and blood, the true princess of the Madden family. Naturally, we''ll make up for all the love she''s missed out on over the years. Don''t you trust us, Mr. Dashiell?"

    Remington didn''t necessarily distrust Nelson and Jerome, but Andrea had been the apple of the Madden family''s eye for twenty-three years. Could the Maddens really harden their hearts and cast Andrea aside? After all, when Lizetta was found not to be a child of the Hawthornes, she was only six years old. Six years versus twenty-three; the difference was significant.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    "Mr. Madden seems to be beating around the bush, unable to give me a satisfactory answer?" Remington''s eyes narrowed slightly, a chill forming in his gaze.

    Jerome chuckled. "Didn''t you, Mr. Dashiell, send two people to the Madden household yesterday? The things they said, that was all your doing, wasn''t it? I thought you had this situation well in hand."

    That day, Andrea faced rejection in Lizetta''s hospital room and was scolded by Nelson. She left the hospital in tears, switched off her phone, and hurried back to Maple Cottage to pack her bags. Before Nelson and the others could return, Andrea, along with two maids, flew back to Tranquil Meadows first.

    She thought her heartbroken and impulsive departure would make Nelson and Jerome anxious to find her. Then, just like before, they''d feel sorry for her, worried, they''d no longer dwell on her mistakes but think only of how to cheer her up and coax her home. But uponnding in Tranquil Meadows, though Jerome did call, hearing

    she''d run back didn''t lead tofort

    but rather a scolding.

    Yet in Tranquil Meadows, Conrad West and Eartha Madden still doted on Andrea as always. So, when Nelson and Jerome arrived at Tranquil Meadows, Andrea was throwing a grand party at the Madden house, having the time of her life. Nelson was furious at the scene, sending all the party-goers away, then mmed the paternity test results on the table.

    It waster revealed that Daisyhn,

    the Madden family''s butler who''d been with them for many years and deeply trusted by Nelson, was behind the falsification of Andrea and the Maddens'' paternity test. Daisy had said that at the

    Mrs. Bernice Madden was already

    senile, and Nelson was deeply

    affected, his health deteriorating. He feared the shock of discovering Andrea was an impostor would devastate Nelson, possibly leading to his death, so he falsified the results.

    Nelson had already kicked Daisyhn out of the Madden household. At that moment, Andrea, devastated, knelt at the old man''s feet, crying and begging him to let her stay. Her words moved Conrad and Eartha deeply who argued that Andrea was innocent and should remain with the Madden family. Seeing Andrea in such a state, how could Nelson not be moved, not soften his heart? After all, he''d raised and doted on her for twenty-three years, and the elder Madden''s heart had grown

    tender with age.

    But at that very moment, Remington had sent two people to the Madden household from miles away. These two were neighbors of the Gardenia family, brought before Nelson to vividly recount how Lizetta suffered at the hands of Hans, the neglect and verbal abuse from Daisylin, and how she was used to shield Hans. Nelson was nearly beside himself with anger.

    "They spoke the truth; it wasn''t my doing," Remington stated coldly.

    Jerome nodded. "Grandfather has decided to send Andrea abroad. She should be on a ne right now. But sadly, Mr. Dashiell, all this you''ve done, I won''t be sharing with Liz."

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    "Liz, wake up, we''re here."

    Lizetta was roused from her slumber by a clear, clean male voice beside her. She pushed her sleep mask up and nced out the window to see the ne slowly descending toward Zion City Airport. The surrounding buildings felt both familiar and foreign, leaving Lizetta momentarily dazed.

    When she left, her heart was in turmoil, overwhelmed by grief, convinced she''d never set foot here again. Yet, unexpectedly, just four monthster, circumstances forced her return. And now, her heart was surprisingly at peace.

    "Liz, have some water. Big bro''s guy is already here waiting for us."

    A thermos was opened and considerately handed to Lizetta.

    Taking the thermos, Lizetta turned to look at the delicately rebellious face of Hamilton Madden next to her and couldn''t help but raise an eyebrow.

    "Man, when did kids start taking such good care of others? No wonder you''re hailed as this year''s top male star for making both moms and girlfriends swoon."

    Lizetta took a sip of water, reaching out to ruffle Hamilton''s uneven, silver-gray fluffy hair.

    Hamilton met Lizetta''s teasing gaze and shook his head with a proud air.

    "It''s nothing, just the superior Madden family genes at work."

    Hamilton''s grandfather was Nelson''s younger brother, and Hamilton never imagined that his idol, thedy he had a crush on, would turn out to be his cousin.

    However, he was only shocked at the family reunion, quickly epting the reality.

    In contrast to the haughty Andrea, who always acted as if she was above everyone else, thinking the Madden family relied solely on Nelson''s branch for survival, Hamilton genuinely felt that Lizetta was superior in every aspect-personality, talent, beauty.

    Who wouldn''t want a kind, beautiful sister who could also write songs and choreograph dances for him?

    With Lizetta returning to Zion City and Nelson unable to apany her due to health reasons, Hamilton was entrusted with the task of escorting Lizetta.

    Hamilton dly epted, aware of Lizetta''s past struggles in Zion City and thus was exceptionally attentive and caring throughout the trip. Lizetta couldn''t help but notice.

    But, having recovered from postpartum depression, she wasn''t as fragile as her family thought.

    As passengers began to disembark, Hamilton put on a baseball cap and mask, reaching out to take Lizetta''s bag. She quickly stopped him. "Don''t. I don''t want to be mistaken for your girlfriend and end up trending online. I''ll be torn apart. From now on, I''m your little assistant."

    Lizetta took Hamilton''s bag and other items, even grabbing the suitcase from assistant Paul.

    "Let''s go."

    Before Hamilton could protest, Lizetta was already pushing the luggage toward the exit.

    Hamilton touched his nose, watching her back. His cousin seemed to underestimate her beauty and the investigative prowess of modern fans. She didn''t look like any assistant.

    These days, fans don''t trust what they see at face value; they''re like detectives with magnifying sses, only believing in the details they unearth.

    The more they try to hide, the more fans might misunderstand.

    But...

    Ah well, as long as cousin is happy!Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    At the airport corridor, a top male star like Hamilton was easily recognized.

    Even though his trip was supposed to be a secret, without arge crowd of fans and media to wee him, Zion City International Airport was a hotspot for celebrities, with media perpetually on the lookout.

    Lizetta''s group hadn''t even left the airport when they were surrounded by some media and fans, thankfully with bodyguards in tow.

    Lizetta just lowered her head,

    carrying the backpack and pulling the suitcase, ying the role of a little assistant behind Hamilton,pletely unaware of the two shocked figures watching her from a distance.

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    \"Is that... Lizetta? Why on earth is she back! Even if she''s no longer Mrs. Dashiell, bing a celebrity assistant is a bit too much of a fall from grace, isn''t it?\" Shirley couldn''t hide her schadenfreude as she watched Lizetta and her entourage fade into the distance.

    Once upon a time, Lizetta, the underdog, had everything better than Shirley, the legitimate Dashiell heiress, thanks to Remington''s favor. After marrying Remington, even though he was distant, he never skimped on spoiling her with top-tier clothes, bags, and jewels.

    Shirley had been green with envy for years. But now, upon closer inspection, there was Lizetta, in a simple hoodie and jeans, hauling her luggage around - the very picture of a down-and-out assistant. Indeed, once you''re out of the Dashiell''s favor, it''s back to square one.

    \"She and Remington divorced. She''s got to make a living somehow. She''s young, pretty, and a trained dancer. Maybe she''s aiming for a shot in the entertainment world? It''s a quick way to make money. Starting as a celebrity assistant isn''t a bad strategy. If a star, producer, or director notices her and she''s willing to go the extra mile, opportunities coulde knocking. She''s still got her smarts about her.\" Beside Shirley, Ste West, d in a designer fall dress and carrying a limited edition purse, her makeup wless, followed by bodyguards with her luggage, had just returned from an international fashion show. Spotting the divorced and seemingly deste Lizetta was an unexpected delight.

    Ste''s red lips curled in derision, her heart boiling with animosity.

    She remembered theirst encounter when that madwoman Lizetta tried to run her over. Lizetta should''ve gone to jail, but Remington whisked her away without Lizetta paying any price. Ste, on the other hand, ended up being assaulted, suffering two broken ribs and spending three months bedridden. Now, seeing Lizetta''s retreating figure, Ste felt a twinge of pain in her ribs.

    \"From Mrs. Dashiell to pandering to sleazy old men in showbiz, talk about a fall from grace,\" Shirley sneered.

    Ste remained silent, frowning inwardly. Despite Lizetta''s ragged appearance, she seemed somehow more radiant than ever.

    Whye back now, if not to try and ensnare Remington again?

    An hourter.

    In the Starlight Group''s CEO office, Cedric

    in hapurst through the door, t , nearly stumbling in hist

    haste.

    The disturbance was loud and reckless.

    Behind the desk, the man reviewing documents knit his brows but didn''t look up, radiating a chilling displeasure.

    "This better be important!\"

    Cedric knew these past four months

    had been rough on Remington,

    whose sleep was erratic at best, managing only three to four hours on a good night. With his life consumed by work, any disruption was intolerable.

    Cedric, the assistant, would typically be shaking in his boots for suchContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    blunder, but today he was

    ele

    emboldened, not slowing down but

    rather speeding up to the

    desk.

    \"Sir, you''ve got to see this!\"

    He ced the lit tablet before Remington, nearly in tears.

    It was because thedy of the house had finally returned.

    It seemed Remington''s long vigil, akin to a devoted lover waiting in the cold, was finally over.

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    Remington nced at the tablet, his eyes skimming over thetest entertainment gossip.

    #HamiltonAirport#

    #HamiltonSecretLove#

    #AngelAssistantMiss#

    Remington frowned slightly, utterly clueless about the significance of these topics to him. His gaze lingered on the name Hamilton only for a moment, merely because the guy happened to be his brother-inw. But he had zero interest in his brother-inw''s love life.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.

    With a flick of his wrist, Remington pushed the tablet away, his voice icy, "Take it away!"

    Though he averted his gaze, Cedric noticed a certain emptiness in Remington''s eyes, as if his focus wasn''t on the documents in front of him anymore. Lately, the boss had been zoning out frequently, and Cedric, ustomed to observing him, could instantly tell something was off.

    Cedric quietly picked up the tablet again, opened one of the trending topics, and silently ced the tablet back in front of Remington.

    Remington''s eyes darkened with annoyance, ready tosh out, but his attention was captured by a figure in one of the photos, and he snatched the tablet back.

    Cedric barely contained hisughter, watching his usually indifferent boss now zooming in on the photo like a man possessed. In the photo, Lizetta wore a hat, her head bowed, revealing only a glimpse of her delicate chin and a hint of her red lips. Her years of dance training gave her a figure and poise that stood out in any crowd, instantly capturing attention.

    Remington stared at the figure, his eyes brimming with surprise, longing, and intense nostalgia. For the past four months, he hadn''t disturbed her at Tranquil Meadows, nor had he sent anyone to inquire about her life. And since Lizetta returned to the Madden family, she had kept a low profile. When she returned, the Madden Group''s official ount made a brief announcement about severing ties with Andrea and weing back the real Ms. Madden.

    The news had sparked discussions, but since Lizetta never made a public appearance, and the Madden Group revealed no further details the buzz quickly faded. Thus, this was the first time Remington had

    seen Lizetta in four months.

    He scrutinized the photo, as if trying to absorb every detail and note any changes in her. Cedric thought if it weren''t for his boss''s handsome features, he''d look like a creep obsessing over a photo. "Cedric, do you think she''s been smiling all along? There are so few photos, and even those are blocked."

    Remington reviewed all avable

    photos from the gossip columns, but unfortunately, most were focused on Hamilton, with only two capturing glimpses of Lizetta. Such clueless media. What''s so

    interesting about Hamilton,

    annoying! And to specte otta

    as Hamilton''s secret girlfriend, are these media and fans blind? Hamilton, just a kid, how could he and Lizetta ever look like a couple!

    "Boss, I''ve checked carefully, and it seems like madam is in good health and spirits. She indeed appears to be in a good mood."

    Cedric replied, prompting Remington to finally look up from the photo to Cedric.

    "What do you think made her decide toe back? What does her return signify?"

    Remington dared not specte further, yet he couldn''t help but harbor hope. Watching his usually indomitable boss now so fraught with uncertainty, Cedric felt an inexplicable sadness.

    But then, Cedric suddenly remembered when madam first joined Starlight Group as a clerk, how she would eagerly watch the boss''s reaction every time she delivered a drink to his office. "Cedric, why did he only take one sip and then set it down? Was it too weak?"

 Chapter 704

    "Cedric, next time I set down the coffee mug, maybe I should ce it on his left side, huh? He almost knocked it over with his documents just now. He seemed pretty annoyed about it..." Mrs. Madison would ponder over such minor details for ages.

    But now, it seemed the tables had entirely turned.

    What goes aroundes around, especially in matters of the heart-they''re never simple, are they?

    "Boss, I reckon Mrs. Madison''s willingness to return to Zion City means she''s let bygones be bygones concerning this city, and perhaps, concerning you."

    Remington''s usually stern face softened into a rare, warm smile.

    "Your insight''s getting sharper."

    Cedric, pleasantly surprised by thepliment, felt a ray of sunshine pierce his otherwise stormy days, all thanks to Mrs. Madison''s return.

    "So, she might not be averse to meeting me, right?"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington had been holding back, not from ack of desire to see Lizetta, but from uncertainty about her feelings.

    He feared that if he upset her just as she had returned, she might flee once more.

    Cedric mulled it over, then ventured, "Given Mrs. Madison hase back, she''s probably braced herself for running into you... I guess?"

    Cedric wasn''t entirely sure, but Remington chose to interpret his assistant''s tentative statement as confirmation.

    The man stood up decisively, instructing Cedric, "Find out where she''s headed and why she came back this time."

    Cedric nodded and hurried off to gather information.

    Remington grabbed his suit jacket and headed out, only to halt suddenly and return to the lounge.

    When Cedric reentered, he found several suits scattered on the bed. The boss was in front of the mirror, trying on ties.

    Cedric barely suppressed a smirk.

    To anyone in the know, it was clear he was preparing to meet Mrs. Madison. To others, it might seem the boss was gearing up for a royal ball. "Boss, Mrs. Madison left the airport and went straight to Ms. Ynda''s Pine Vi. It seems likely her return involves Ms. Ynda." "What''s happened to Ynda?"

    Knowing Lizetta''s whereabouts, Remington could hardly wait any longer.

    He quickly chose a blue floral tie, knotting it as he strode out.

    His eagerness to see her was palpable.

    Cedric rushed to keep up, "Ms. Ynda''s caught some bad press, bing the talk of the town for all the wrong reasons."

    Remington, usually indifferent to celebrity gossip, paused to look at Cedric.

    Cedric pulled out his phone, showing a viral video to his boss.

    "Last month, Ms. Ynda and Mr. Sterling''s fantasy series took off. Though Ms. Ynda yed the fourth lead, her character,bat scenes, and acting won over many fans. Behind-the-scenes footage showed her friendly and

    approachable, boosting her public image.

    But two days ago, a video surfaced of a ''mistress being confronted by a wealthy wife and her entourage. That wife was identified as Mrs. Charles Davis, producer of the ongoing series ''The Alley,'' and the ''mistress''? Ms. Ynda. Since she''s the dead in ''The Alley,'' the inte''s been aze with usations of her climbing thedder through illicit means, calling for her to exit the industry..."

    So, she returned for Ynda.

    While Remington hadn''t been so vain as to think Lizetta''s return was all about burying the hatchet with him, learning it was for Ynda brought a deep sense of los and jealousy.

    Once upon a time, he too stood above Ynda, above everyone else...

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    Remington grabbed the smartphone and hit y on the video.

    Cedric wasn''t wrong - Lizetta had only rushed back because of the mess Ynda found herself in. Ynda, that poor thing, always the bearer of good news and never the bad. If it hadn''t been for Hamilton spilling the beans to Lizetta, she would''ve been in the dark about the whole debacle Ynda was embroiled in.

    When Lizetta made it to Pine Vi, the ce was swarming with media vultures, all hoping to catch a glimpse of Ynda, who was effectively trapped in her own home. Reporters were camped out in the hallway, banging on her door relentlessly, when suddenly, a voice cut through the tension.

    "Move it, move it! Hamilton''s love life''s blown wide open. Seems he''s shacking up with a mysterydy, right here in this veryplex. Let''s get moving, we might catch them in the act. This is front-page gold, folks, the kind that keeps on giving for days!"

    "Seriously? Are we really this lucky?"

    "You bet. It''s all over the trending searches. Look it up if you don''t believe me. I heard Hamilton''s car was spotted heading this way. Let''s go, or we''ll miss out."

    Since his debut three years ago, Hamilton had been a major force in the industry, his poprity only skyrocketing with time. Ynda, still a budding star, couldn''t hope topete with Hamilton''s draw, especially with juicy rumors of a secret romance and cohabitation swirling around him. In an instant, the reporters who had been hounding Ynda''s doorstep scattered, fearing they''d miss out on scooping the bigger story. Those who couldn''t squeeze into the elevator dashed for the stairs.

    No sooner had they left than Lizetta emerged from another elevator and quickly knocked on Ynda''s door. Ynda flung it open. "Lizetta."

    Though she was bundled up, Lizetta could still make out the bruises marring her friend''s face. The memory of that video, with Mrs. Davis and her bodyguards barging in and striking Ynda, filled Lizetta with both pity and rage.

    "Archie managed to draw the media away. Let''s get out of here."

    Lizetta and Ynda shared a quick hug before heading to the elevator, which took them down to the parking garage. But just as they started to make their escape, shouts rang out.

    "That looks like Ynda!"

    "It is her, get her, quick!"

    Footsteps rapidly closed in on them as two groups of reporters charged their way. Lizetta hadn''t expected any reporters to have stayed behind. Instinctively, she stepped in front of Ynda to protect her.

    "Ms. Ynda, what''s your rtionship with Charles? Are you his mistress?"

    "Mrs. Davis ims you secured your roles through under-the-table deals. Besides the roles, what else did Charles give you?"

    "Thisplex doesn''te cheap. Did Charles buy this ce for you?"

    The onught of questions was relentless and unforgiving. Lizetta''s eyes were icy as she stood her ground.

    "What kind of questions are these?

    You''re basing all this on a clip that''s out of context. Have you even. bothered to verify any of it, or is it all just baseless usations about affairs and backdoor deals?"

    Lizetta was frantic, having signaled for her driver toe around, but for some reason, he hadn''t shown up yet.

    "Ms. Ynda, there''s a rumor going around that you''re carrying Charles''s child. Is it true?"Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    One of the male reporters reached out to grab Lizetta, trying to pull her away from Ynda. "Lizetta, you..."

    Ynda, worried for Lizetta''s safety, was about to step forward. But her face was bruised, and as someone

    still hoping to make it in the

    §Ö

    entertainment industry, her image

    was everything.

    Lizetta stepped aside, shielding Ynda once more, her voice cold and firm.

    "This isn''t journalism; it''s nder and defamation. Back off! Otherwise, you''ll be receiving a letter from ourwyer by the end of the day!"

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    But the reporters were relentless, not giving Lizetta a moment''s peace. One particrly brash male reporter, seemingly irked by his thwarted attempts, got physical and shoved Lizetta hard. Lizetta felt a rough hand grab her cor, causing her to stumble and her head to collide with a nearby camera stand.

    Scowling, she was about to reach for her phone when suddenly the pressure on her vanished.

    A cry of pain echoed through the air.

    The man who had been manhandling her was sent flying, knocking into others and causing amotion.

    "Where did you get hit? Let me see!"

    A familiar, deep male voice, filled with evident concern, came from above.

    Lizetta stiffened for a moment before looking up.

    Standing before her was a face she hadn''t seen in ages, a man tall and imposing, his presence asmanding as ever.

    It was Remington.

    Lizetta had anticipated they might cross paths upon her return, but she hadn''t expected it to happen so soon.

    Why was he here?

    Without dwelling on it, she quicklyposed herself and shook her head at Remington.

    "I''m fine."

    Remington''s gaze lingered on her slightly reddened forehead before he turned to face the male reporter and the crowd with a cold stare. "Didn''t you hear her? She said to back off," he growled.

    "Mr. Dashiell..."

    Someone recognized Remington, and their face went pale. They, and others who sensed the shift in mood, backed away.

    "Can we get in the car, please?"

    Remington turned back to Lizetta, his previously icy demeanor melting away.

    Lizetta noticed Cedric pull the car

    around. It struck her how lon

    had ghrased his question,

    unfamiliar but pleasant surprise.

    She nced at Remington and nodded, then pulled Ynda toward Cedric''s car.

    Opening the door, she let Ynda in first but didn''t follow. Instead, she closed the door behind her.

    Turning around, Remington was approaching. Seeing her outside the car, his heart sank a little, tinged with disappointment.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Did she still not want to see him, to share a space with him?

    "I need to ask them some questions," she said before Remington could suggest Cedric take them while he arranged another pickup. Remington paused, then realization dawned. Lizetta was referring to the reporters.

    A spark of hope flickered in his eyes. His lips curved slightly as he said, "Okay, I''ll stay with you."

    Under the dim parking lot lights, his

    §á§à

    face seemed more defined, his features sharper, and the brief flicker of joy in his deep, dark eyes stood out starkly.

    Lizetta averted her gaze, murmuring, "Thank you."

    She did need his help. The reporters clearly wouldn''t dare to mess with Remington and had scattered like birds.

    Without him, Lizetta knew she couldn''t make them listen.

    "Everyone, stop right there!"

    With a tone that was neither too harsh

    With a newfound humility, they awaited their questioning, a stark contrast to their earlier arrogance.

    Remington''s gaze swept over them, his voice cold. "Answer the questions properly. I won''t pursue what happened just now."

    Then, turning to Lizetta, he softened, "Go ahead, ask."

    The reporters turned to Lizetta, visibly trembling.

    In that moment, Lizetta oddly felt like she was the mob boss''sdy.

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    Lizetta, seizing the opportunity to wield the power of a fox borrowing the tiger''s strength, didn''t hesitate for a moment.

    Whipping out her phone, she calmly switched on the video recorder and aimed it at the reporters before inquiring, "So, tell me, who sent you guys?"

    "Miss, nobody sent us here. We''re all professional entertainment journalists. Interviewing Ms. Ynda is part of our job. If we''ve offended Ms. Ynda in any way, we''re willing to apologize," one of the reporters tried to exin, his voice quivering under the icy gaze of Remington.

    Lizetta, focusing on the tallest and leanest among the reporters, who had been particrly aggressive earlier, couldn''t help but let out a soft chuckle.

    "You''re telling me that as professional entertainment journalists, you''d pass up the chance to dig into a top-tier celebrity''s love life and instead obsess over someone barely known? Not to look down on Ynda, butpared to Hamilton, she''s practically a newbie."

    Ignoring the obvious scoop and fixating on a nobody made no sense unless there was a reason.

    Despite her probing, the reporters remained tight-lipped.

    Nodding understandingly, Lizetta then turned to Remington with a meaningful remark, "I thought Mr. Dashiell was a big shot in Zion City. Seems I was mistaken."

    The reporters were dumbfounded. Was this woman out of her mind, openly mocking Mr. Dashiell?

    They were secretly hoping she''d anger Mr. Dashiell enough to have her, and possibly Ynda, thrown out, which would allow them toplete their mission.

    But what happened next left them even more shocked. Far from being angry, Remington''s usually stoic face softened into an almost delighted surprise at her words. Actually, Remington was quite ttered.

    All he could think was how she was actually talking to him, willingly engaging him in conversation.

    Instead of getting angry, he found

    himself slightly smiling and said,This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    "You''re right. Perhaps my recent low profile has made them think I''m soft. It''s time to make an example out of someone, to ensure no one dares disrespect me again."

    As Remington''s gaze turned frosty, the affable aura surrounding him vanished, reced by an icy chill reminiscent of an autumn breeze sweeping away leaves.

    His smile remained, but it was sharp, making everyone under his gaze feel as though they were moments away from a dire fate.

    "Who shall it be?" Remington mused, his eyes settling on the lean reporter.

    "How about him?" he asked Lizetta, his tone indulgent, as if suggesting a casual jest.

    Lizetta looked back at the reporter, who was now visibly shaking, drenched in sweat.

    He had no doubt that with just a nod from her, he and his family would be forced to leave Zion City the next day.

    Fearing he wouldn''t even get a chance to speak, he blurted out as soon as Lizetta''s lips parted slightly.

    "It was Ms. Miller! She offered us a

    hefty sum to stake out Ms. Ynda. She promised each of us ten thousand dors if we could capture footage of Ms. Ynda looking battered and bruised, and an additional ten thousand if we got her on videoshing out or fighting with the media..."

    That was why they were so fixated on Ynda, indifferent to any other potential scoops. After all, while uncovering a major celebrity''s

    secrets might not guarantee

    promotion or raise, seeding here meant immediate, tangible rewards.

    And with Ms. Miller''s influential status, getting in her good graces could open many doors in the future.

 Chapter 708

    Lizetta frowned slightly, thinking it was Mrs. Davis who had sent these people.

    And who was this Ms. Miller?

    She nced at Remington, who looked down and exined, "They''re probably talking about Margaret from Glory Media, the heiress. It seems the Sterling family is considering merging with the Miller family through marriage."

    So, this was about Cassius?

    Lizetta''s gaze darkened at the thought. Cassius was Remington''s close friend, which made her think they were all birds of a feather, attracting nothing but trouble.

    She shed Remington a smile, one that made him immediately want to check on his buddy with his phone.

    Lizetta turned to address the reporters, shaking her phone slightly. "I''ve got everything recorded. I trust you all can see the error of your ways and wouldn''t think of ratting us out, right?"

    Not just because Remington was there, making them hesitant to cross him, but also because the footage Lizetta held could ruin their careers if leaked.

    The tall and skinny reporter led the others in nodding vigorously.

    Lizetta raised her hand, "You can leave now, thank you for your cooperation."

    The crowd dispersed like birds.

    At that moment, Lizetta''s chauffeur

    drove up. He apologized, "Miss, I''m

    sorry. This car has Tranquil

    Meadows tes, and those reporters knew Mr. Hamilton Madden is from Tranquil Meadows. They followed the car and caused the dy. Please, get in."

    Remington stepped forward. "Given the reporters were after you, it''s not safe. Allow me to drive you."

    Lizetta looked at him and nodded, "That would be kind, thank you."

    She then headed towards Remington''s car, leaving him momentarily stunned by her easy agreement and intrigued by her hard-to-read attitude. But her eptance of his help was a good sign.

    A smile flickered in Remington''s eyes as he hurried to catch up, striding ahead to open the car door for her, a gesture of elegance.

    Lizetta slid into the car, her gaze

    briefly catching on the man''s tie, which was boldly patterned - a gift from her, never worn by Remington due to its loud design, always hanging in the wardrobe at Qakridge Heights.

    With a calm demeanor, she politely spoke, "I''d like to talk to Yoli. Could you, Mr. Dashiell, make it convenient for us?"

    The message was clear: sit elsewhere, don''t bother me.

    Cedric, from the driver''s seat, understood her polite yet firm tone, foreseeing a tough situation for his boss.

    Remington, holding the car door, felt a cold ssh of realization. His gesture of kindness rebuffed, leaving him feeling out of ce and out of favor.

    Despite initially having no intention

    to intrude on Lizetta and Ynda''sThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    reunion, Remington''s recent optimism was quenched by her rejection, feeling as if he had

    plummeted from the heights of hope to the depths of disappointment.

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    In the end, Remington got into the passenger seat without saying a word.

    As the car pulled away, Lizetta reached over and pulled Ynda close, letting her rest on her shoulder.

    "You must''ve been losing sleep these past few days, huh? Don''t think too much about it, just get some rest. I''ll wake you when we arrive."

    Lizetta''s voice flowed softly in the car, gentle and soothing, like a luby.

    Ynda leaned against Lizetta, tilting her head to wrap her arms around Lizetta''s waist, almost burying herself in her embrace.

    Lizetta looked down with a smile, patting Ynda''s shoulder gently.

    Cedric, driving, nced at his boss beside him.

    Man, the boss was shooting daggers through the rearview mirror at Ms. Ynda, almost setting her on fire with his gaze.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    The car was thick with the tension, almost as if it were filled with the jealousy brewed by the Dashiell Group.

    Worried that Remington might actually throw his wife''s best friend out of the car in a fit of jealousy, Cedric decided to break the ice.

    "Ma''am, long time no see. They say Tranquil Meadows is a ce that nurtures beauty and grace, and you look even more radiant than before, absolutely breathtaking." Ynda, not wanting to speak in front of others, had already closed her eyes, leaning against Lizetta.

    The once lively and energetic girl, now so quiet and serene, almost broke Lizetta''s heart.

    She could almost understand the urge Ynda used to have tosh out at Remington.

    Hearing Cedric''s words, Lizetta snapped out of her daydream of beating the crap out of Cassius, and turned to Cedric with a smile.

    "Cedric, always the charmer with high emotional intelligence, always pleasing to talk to."

    Cedric, ttered, almost floated away with pride, but in the next second, he felt the intense gaze that was previously fixed on the backseat now piercing through him. Cedric nearly floored the elerator into the car ahead.

    "Keep your eyes on the road!" Remington frowned.

    Cedric was on pins and needles, his hands sweaty on the steering wheel.

    Was thedy genuinelyplimenting him, or was she setting him up?

    He hadn''t offended her, had he?

    But in the next moment, Cedric knew exactly how he had managed to offend Lizetta, as she shed him another smile.

    "Cedric, the boss and I have been divorced for quite some time now. Maybe it''s time to change how you address me, to avoid any misunderstandings."

    Cedric really wanted to correct himself, but with the boss right there, exuding an ever-colder aura, he gritted his teeth and smiled at

    Lizetta with all the sincerity he could muster.

    "You''re absolutely right! By the way, ma''am, where did you and Ms. Ynda n to go?"

    Cedric''s face was a picture of

    astonishment, quickly reced by an apologetic look, "Oh, look at me, still stuck in old habits. Sorry ma''am, my bad!" ¨¦n.swnovels

    Lizetta, "..."

    Four months apart, and Cedric seemed to have taken acting lessons from a second-rate troupe.

    "We''re heading to Maple Cottage."

    "Right away, ma''am." Cedric nodded immediately.

    Following Remington''s orders, Cedric focused on the road, and the car fel silent again. Remington

    however, slightly turned to look back

    at Lizetta and asked,

    "Why ''Cedric'' all of a sudden?"

    He couldn''t even get her to call him Remi, or brother anymore, and now Cedric was in the mix?

    Cedric, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt a chill run down his spine again.

    He really should have kept his mouth shut.

    Why was he worrying about the dog boss, enduring the exploitation of a heartless capitalist, developing a damned servitude mentality? Pitiful, truly pitiful.

    As Cedric mourned for himself, he didn''t forget to throw a pleading look at Lizetta through the rearview mirror.

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    However, Lizetta wasn''t looking at him; she shed a smile at Remington.

    "It''s not sudden, I used to call him that before."

    Back in the day, when Lizetta first started working at the Starlight Group''s secretary''s office, Cedric had been a great help to her, and that''s how she, along with the other newbies, used to call him.

    Later, when Cedric went to Oakridge Heights to pick up a contract for Remington and saw Lizetta, realizing she was Remington''s secretly wedded wife, he dared not let Lizetta call him that way anymore. At the mention of this, Remington''s gaze lightly swept over Cedric, his feelings bing more conflicted.

    Previously, Lizetta used to call Cedric by his name, who was, of course, Remington''s secretary.

    But now, her sudden shift back to calling Cedric by his name clearly meant she was distancing herself from their rtionship.

    Cedric, on the verge of tears, said, "Ma''am, please, just call me Cedric. I''ve gotten used to it."

    Lizetta smiled again, "Don''t worry, I''m not one to mince words. I can switch back easily."

    Cedric, "..."

    Remington then sharply looked at Lizetta, saying, "You are indeed quite good at switching terms."

    For years, she called him ''bro'' or ''Remi,'' and then suddenly, it was all ''Mr. Dashiell,'' ''Mr. Dashiell,'' without ever slipping up once.

    Lizetta sensed a hint of resentment in his tone andughed.

    "Yes, indeed. Thank you for thepliment, Mr. Dashiell."

    Watching her forced smile, Remington sighed in resignation and then asked,

    "Should I give Cassius a call?"

    Given that the mess with Ynda was stirred up by Cassius, it was only right for Cassius to take responsibility.

    However, as soon as he finished speaking, Lizetta and Ynda, who was dozing in her arms, almost simultaneously objected.

    "Don''t."

    "No need!"

    Ynda opened her eyes, straightening up in Lizetta''s embrace, and said to Remington again,

    "Thank you for your help today, Mr.

    but this is my issue. I''d like

    to handle it myself, so please, don''t interfere too much, thank you."

    II

    Lizetta also felt that since Cassius was about to enter into an arranged marriage, it was better for him not to get involved with Ynda anymore.

    She held Ynda''s hand, silently offering her support.

    "Alright." Seeing this, Remington nodded and didn''t press further.

    The car slowly stopped in front of the Madden family''s Maple Cottage.

    Lizetta didn''t wait for Remington toe around and open the door for her; she and Ynda got out of the car.

    She looked at the maning from the passenger side, nodding, "Mr. Dashiell, thank you for your help today."

    Remington, looking steadfast, "Is a verbal thanks all I get? Won''t you invite me for a meal?"

    It was his first time openly asking someone for a meal, feeling his ears slightly burn with the audacity.

    But he didn''t want to miss out on this opportunity, just in case she agreed.

    To Remington''s surprise, Lizetta seemed to think for a moment and then nodded.

    "I''ll book a spot and have someone inform Mr. Dashiell to schedule another time."

    Remington thought he was hearing things; was it really that easy to get a meal invitation? Rounded up, could this be considered a date?

    He unconsciously clenched his fist, feeling the real pain, and a smile involuntarily spread across his face.

    His voice deep and husky, "Great, I''m always avable. Do you not have my WhatsApp? I can..."

    He was about to take out his phone, hoping to get Lizetta to unblock him and add him back on WhatsApp, when he heard a deep voice from not far away.

    "Liz, why are you standing at the door and noting in?"

    In the next moment, Lizetta, who stood in front of Remington, immediately turned around.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington saw her face suddenly

    light up with a radiant smile, then she quickly walked towards the tall figure emerging from the cottage, greeting him with surprise and affection.

    "Big bro, didn''t you say you were out of town on a business trip? When did you get back, and you didn''t even tell me!"

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    Remington''s handsome features instantly tensed up, as if a chill wind had swept through. He clenched his fists tightly.

    The way Lizetta called another man "brother" kept echoing in his ears¡ªa term that used to be reserved just for him! He couldn''t ept it; a cold shadow flickered in his eyes.

    "Just got back, and if you''reing to Zion City, of course, I''d set things up for you. The house is all ready, and Ynda can stay over for now. Oh, and I had Mary whip up some desserts and fruit, why don''t you bring her inside?"

    Jerome, dressed in a set of dark grey loungewear and slippers, exuded a rxed aura. Standing next to Lizetta, they looked like the hosts of the house, weing a guest together. His gaze towards Lizetta was affectionate and clearly doting.

    Lizetta looked up at him and nodded, "Brother''s the best. Yoli, let''s go check out your room. If you don''t like it, we can bunk together; it''s been ages since we had a good chat."

    Eagerly, Lizetta turned back, linking arms with Ynda, ready to lead her inside. From the moment she saw Jerome, she hadn''t given Remington another nce. It was as if she had forgotten he was there, or as if he was someone of no consequence, not worth a backward nce or a goodbye.

    "Liz! What did you just call him?"

    Remington couldn''t help but step forward, his voice hoarse as he stared at the back of Lizetta''s head, his tone the sternest it had been since their reunion.

    Lizetta paused, turning to face him. Meeting his stormy gaze, she simply curved her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Dashiell, how I address someone is my business, and I don''t believe you have any say in it. I appreciate your help today, Mr. Dashiell, and I promised to treat you to a meal, but let''s keep things clear. Please don''t misunderstand anything, nor overstep."

    Lizetta''s words were not particrly harsh, and she even wore a polite smile on her face. But to Remington, each word felt like a knife, cutting deep.

    His handsome face paled slightly,

    and he let out a scoff, turning to

    leave without another word

    His

    departing figure was brisk, clearly fueled by anger. He was furious.

    However, Lizetta seemed unconcerned, merely turning to Ynda. "Let''s grab something to eat, then figure out what to do next."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    Jerome lingered a step behind, his gaze darkening as he watched Remington''s retreating figure before turning to follow inside.

    Ynda, tagging along with Lizetta into the living room, whispered to her, "What was that about? Were you trying to tick off Badass Remington on purpose?"

    Ynda was also shocked. Lizetta

    had called Jerome "brother," a term that used to be exclusively Remington''s. Remington''s expression just then had been, priceless. Ynda thought, ''This

    must''ve really got under his skin.''

    Lizetta nced at Ynda, smiling, "Why would I purposely provoke him? It''s just a nickname."

    Ynda was even more astonished,

    eager to ask if Remington really was history to Lizetta, and if she was considering giving Jerome a chance. But then Jerome came in. Ynda had to stop herself, nodding in gratitude to Jerome.

    "I''ll be imposing on you these next few days, Mr. Madden."

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    Jerome nodded, "Just call me Big Bro, Liz sees you as a sister too."

    He smiled warmly at Lizetta beside him before adding, "I''m Liz''s brother, so by extension, I guess that makes me your brother too. No need for formalities. If you need anything regarding Ynda''s situation, the Madden Group''s legal and PR teams are at your disposal."

    Ynda quickly thanked him, then said, "Then, please, call me Ynda or Yoli."

    Jerome looked puzzled, but Lizetta pursed her lips, understanding the underlying sentiment.

    She knew Ynda was reminded of Margaret. It seemed they both shared simr wounds.

    Lizetta used to be called Liz, instantly reminding her of Ste, who was nicknamed Star.

    And now, Cassius had brought another Margaret into the picture. It was unclear whose buttons he was trying to push.

    Lizetta took Ynda''s hand and told Jerome, "Bro, I''m taking Yoli back to our room to chat."

    Meanwhile, in the car.

    Remington thought back to the moment Lizetta called Jerome "Bro" and ran towards him. He wasn''t just jealous; he felt like he was drowning in it.

    He recalled the rumors about Jerome being the adopted foster son of the Madden family. The image of Lizetta sweetly smiling at Jerome and Jerome looking at her with adoration felt like ants crawling over his skin, biting into his heart.

    He couldn''t even bear to think about what Lizetta''s and Jerome''s rtionship was now.

    The man loosened his tie in frustration and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, shrouded in a gloom.

    Cedric, driving, also pondered the recent scene.

    Hisdy running towards Mr. Madden, their interactionpared to her formalities with the president, perfectly illustrated the difference between genuine closeness and polite distance.

    Cedric felt a pang in his heart for his boss but kept his thoughts to himself for the sake of self-preservation.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.

    "Boss, I think she was just trying to

    tease you by calling you that. She even promised to take you out for dinner, that''s an improvement, right? Plus, she just called me Cedric," he tried to reassure.

    Remington''s lips curved in a self-mocking smile, "Yeah, even you get to be a ''bro,'' and she won''t even call me Remi anymore."

    Cedric felt a chill down his spine, hastily adding, "But boss, you''re still a ''bro'' in a way, an ex-husband bro, that counts for something, right? Don''t feel down about it..." Realizing his slip of the tongue, Cedric braced for the cold re from Remington.

    "Ex-husband bro?" Remington''s voice was tight.

    Cedric remembered that although it

    had been over four months since the divorce, Remington had never publicly acknowledged it, still

    conducting himself as a married

    man. He hadn''t even removed his wedding ring until they were on their way to see Lizetta, when Remington, for some reason, decided to take it off and put it in his pocket.

    Cedric knew he had touched a sensitive topic.

    "Boss, I didn''t mean it that way..."

    "Stop the car!"

    Before Cedric could finish, Remington''smand cut through the air.

    Cedric quickly pulled over, and within a minute, he stood on the roadside, watching Remington drive away, tears streaming down his face.

    With thedy back, life seemed even harder than before.

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    It was a rowdy night.

    The bar thrummed with booming music, and the dance floor was packed.

    Upstairs, in a private booth, Lizetta and Ynda were sipping on red wine, deep in conversation.

    Suddenly, the door burst open, and a woman dressed in a chic red houndstooth suit, exuding an air of opulence, stormed in with eight bodyguards d in ck.

    Narrowing her eyes, she zeroed in on Ynda and immediately, her face twisted in rage.

    "You little tramp! Daring to reach out to me again-I see the lessonst time wasn''t enough. Got off lightly on the inte these past few days, huh? Well, I''ll give you what you deserve! Beat her, smash everything up!"

    This woman was none other than Mrs. Davis, the very same one who had orchestrated a previous attack on Ynda in a viral video.

    At Mrs. Davis''smand, four bodyguards stepped forward.

    Lizetta and Ynda remained seated, unfazed, as six bodyguards of their own swiftly emerged from a side room, instantly tipping the bnce of power.

    The door to the booth mmed shut behind Mrs. Davis, her face registering a flicker of surprise.

    Seeing the tables turned, Mrs. Davis''s bodyguards retreated to her side.

    With her backup now outnumbered, Mrs. Davis''s anger only intensified as she red at Ynda.

    "Ah, so you came prepared, setting a trap for me? You little homewrecker, what gives you the audacity..."

    Lizetta couldn''t stand by as Mrs. Davis hurled insults at Ynda, standing to interrupt.

    "Before you start throwing usations and names, Mrs. Davis, wouldn''t it be wise to get your facts straight? What if you''ve got the wrong person?" "What are you implying?"

    Mrs. Davis frowned, sizing up Lizetta, "And who might you be? What''s this to you?"

    Lizetta, in her light purple dress, her hair loosely tied up without any ostentatious jewelry but exuding a certain non-ordinary aura and backed by a sizeable entourage, was clearly there to support Ynda. Mrs. Davis had done her homework on Ynda, who came from a modest background, a neer to the entertainment scene without any significant support.

    "Who I am doesn''t matter, Mrs. Davis. What does is whether you''ve got the full story. How about, instead of rushing to violence, you take a seat? Yoli and I would like to show you something interesting." Mrs. Davis, her brows furrowed in confusion, nced between Lizetta and Ynda.

    Ynda''s injuries were

    well-concealed under makeup, and the dim lighting of the booth made them hard to spot. She nodded at Mrs. Davis, pouring a ss of wine as an invitation, "This one''s on me, Mrs. Davis. Surely, you''re not afraid?"

    With a scoff, Mrs. Davis walked over.

    What could she possibly fear from them? She was curious to see what they were up to.

    No sooner had Mrs. Davis taken her seat than Lizetta signaled to a bodyguard, and the screen facing the sofa switched to a live feed of the adjacent booth.

    "Take a look, Mrs. Davis. The next booth over is quite the scene. You might recognize a few faces."

    As Lizetta gestured, Mrs. Davis''s

    eyes locked onto the screen, instantly recognizing Margaret Miller, the heiress of the Miller

    family, at the center of the sofa

    Surrounding Margaret were several minor celebrities from Glory Media and friends of Margaret''s from high society.

    Fate would have it that Ste and Shirley were also there that night.

    They were allughing and chatting, wine sses in hand.

    Shirley let out a sneer, her voice piercing enough to grate through the live feed.

    "That Ynda, what a joke! AThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    nobody from nowhere thinking she''s all that. She''s long overdue for a lesson. How dare shepete with Margaret for a man? With a flick of Margaret''s finger, and that foot Mrs. Davis was all too happy to y the pawn. Absolutely hrious!"

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    Maggie was always known to be a bit of a ditz, but when a couple of doctored photos suggested she was cozying up to someone she shouldn''t, she actually stormed the film set and gave Ynda a piece of her mind. Honestly, at her age, you''d think she''d have a bit more sense.

    "People like Maggie, all puffy and past their prime, should just stay home and embrace being a frumpy housewife. Poor Mr. Davis ended up with her, a real nouveau riche nightmare."

    "That''s why Mr. Davis is all over our Jane, isn''t he? She''s been carrying for over six months now. Once the baby arrives and he makes it official with her, we really owe Margaret a big thank you." As they chatted, a woman in maternity wear, clearly showing, stood up with a ss of milk in her hand, toasting to Margaret.

    "Ms. Miller, I can''t drink with the baby on the way, so here''s to you with milk. If it weren''t for you setting Ynda up to take the fall, I might have been caught out. Mrs. Davis is ruthless, but you, Ms. Miller, you''re a lifesaver for me and my baby."

    Margaret raised her ss with a smug smile, "Oh, there''s no need for formalities when you''re one of us, a star under the Glory Media banner. I''m just looking out for you. Please, have a seat."

    Maggie''s real name was Mrs. Davis.

    Hearing these words and seeing the disdainful looks and sneers from those in the private room, Mrs. Davis realized the truth.

    She was merely a pawn for Margaret. Ynda wasn''t Charles''s mistress; the real mistress was Jane, a rising star under Margaret''s management at Glory Media.

    What infuriated her was that Jane dared to carry her husband''s child and hoped to be legitimized after giving birth.

    Though the Davis family might have been upstarts, the Bright family were significant stakeholders in Glory Media, and Margaret always

    seemed so cheerful around bl

    calling her "Maggie" with apparent fondness.

    Yet behind her back, Margaret was a double-dealer.

    Furious and trembling, Mrs. Davis stood up abruptly and called out.

    "Follow me!"

    She and her four bodyguards made a beeline for the exit. Lizetta and Ynda exchanged nces and smiled at each other, eager to witness the drama.

    "Come on, let''s head over. We can''t miss such a juicy scene," Lizetta said, pulling Ynda along. They wanted to document this moment for posterity.

    Lizetta had just spotted Ste in a live video, sitting quietly on the side. The grudge she harbored against Ste, for the physical altercation at the West family gathering, was still fresh.

    Lizetta couldn''t forget how her friend Daisy suffered, how Remington defended the West family and tried to smooth things over.

    Back in town, Lizetta wasn''t just there to support Ynda; she was determined to uncover the truth and seek justice for Daisy.

    Meanwhile, in the most secluded

    and luxurious private room of the club, Remington and Cassius were drinking, both clearly in a foul mood. Remington couldn''t help but associate Cassius with his own troubles, including Lizetta''s disdain due to their association.

    Surrounded by a chilly aura, Remington downed a shot of tequ and kicked Cassius under the table.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    "Get the mess with Ynda cleaned up online, ASAP!"

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    Cassius shifted slightly, his expressionced with a mocking coldness.

    "Why should I bother helping her? She decided to y the other woman and didn''t even have the decency to keep it under wraps. Now that it''s blown up in her face, it''s somehow my problem? I can''t afford to be associated with that kind of drama!"

    Despite his words, Cassius found himselfpulsively checking his phone again. He had been half-expecting a call or a desperate message on WhatsApp from Ynda, hoping she might beg for his help to clear her name from the scandal online. But two days had passed, nearly missing the golden window for damage control, and she hadn''t reached out to him.

    Her pride and coldness were something else. Was Cassius expected to grovel and y the fool for her? He wasn''t Remi. His reputation was in tatters, as if possessed by apletely different person. Cassius would rather die than crawl back to her, unless Ynda came to him, tears streaming, begging for forgiveness.

    Remington cast a cool nce at Cassius and snorted, "Are you an idiot? Ynda''s got too much fire in her to y second fiddle to anyone. Think she''d stoop to being the other woman, really?"

    Cassius, irritated, downed a shot of whiskey and poured another, "Stick to the point, Remi. What''s this personal attack for?" Was it because Remi knew how Cassius secretly scorned his own past actions, acting like a lovesick puppy?

    Remington''s lips thinned in disdain, no longer interested in entertaining Cassius''s foolishness. But considering Ynda''s rtionship with Lizetta, and the possibility that Ynda might have plunged into depression over the scandal involving Cassius, Remington feltpelled to at least share half the burden of the fallout.

    "Would Mrs. Davis really want her dirtyundry aired for all the inte to see?" Remington interjected, hinting at the orchestrated nature of Ynda''s scandal. Clearly, someone was targeting Ynda.

    Cassius retorted, "Of course,

    Ynda''s being ckballed because

    someone''s out to get her. It''s a dog-eat-dog world in the

    entertainment industry. But if sheet

    had kept her nose clean, they

    wouldn''t have anything on her. And Charles? That guy''s old and

    unattractive, puffing around like he''s pregnant. She must be really desperate to go after him!"

    The bitterness in Cassius''s voice was palpable as he filled his ss to the brim, intending to drown his

    the jealousy in Cassius''s tone, couldn''t help but find his logic absurd. Charles was barely older than them, yet in Cassius''s eyes, he was old enough to be Ynda''s father?

    frustrations: Remington, cae et

    Just as Cassius tilted his head back to take a gulp, Remington nudged him, causing him to choke on his drink. Annoyed, Cassius mmed his ss down, "That''s too much, Remi!"

    Remington, unphased,id out the facts about Margaret hiring paparazzi to ambush Ynda in the parking lot. Cassius frowned, then snidely remarked, "So Ynda''s downfall is off-limits for reporting now?" He med Ynda for herck of discretion.

    Just thinking about how he hadThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    visited the set of "The Alley" hoping for a reconciliation, only to witness Charles, and Yndaughing and embracing, made Cassius see red. Especially since he had helped Yndand the lead role. Furious, he felt justified in his anger.

    Remington, puzzled by Cassius''s stubbornness to see the truth, wondered if he had ever been as blind and foolish.

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    He chuckled at himself, no longer paying attention to his foolish brother. Leaning forward to pour himself a ss of bourbon, he thought, "Being this dumb, he''s beyond saving. Maybe it''s time to deal with Ynda''s mess myself."

    But the moment he stopped engaging, Cassius seemed to be uneasy, inching closer to Remington. "Remi, why the cold shoulder?"

    Remington remained silent, prompting an awkward and defiant response from Cassius. "Fine! If Remi won''t deal with it, that''s cool. I''m his brother, right? When your bro''s been cuckolded, you''re supposed to stand with him..."

    Remington, disgusted, kicked Cassius, this time with real force. Cassius,pletely unprepared, was sent flying off the couch, crashing onto the floor.

    Looking up in disbelief, he eximed, "Remi!?"

    Sipping his bourbon, Remington stated, "Get it straight. In this matter, I''m backing Ynda."

    It took a moment for Cassius to understand that Remington was referring to his alliance with Ynda.

    Annoyed, Cassius retorted, "Even as her ex, you wanna y the protective brother? Lizetta-no, it''s Florence now. Has she even acknowledged you?"

    Trying to wound with words as well, Cassius hit a nerve.

    Remington was particrly sensitive to the term "ex-brother-inw" today, hence the bar drinking. Hearing Cassius bring it up again, his eyes red with anger.

    Cassius, intimidated by that look, knew he couldn''t win against Remington.

    As the tension hung in the air, the door suddenly burst open. Timothy, in a striking purple and red silk shirt, announced loudly, "Remi, Cass, there''s a brawl downstairs involving yourdies." "What woman do I have?!" Cassius grumbled, frustrated yet not daring to voice it.

    He couldn''t afford to provoke Remington, but Timothy didn''t intimidate him.

    Unperturbed, Timothy continued, amused, "Litchi and Ms. Ynda. Since Ms. Ynda isn''t yourdy, Cass, I guess I won''t bother giving her any special treatment."

    Before Timothy could finish, Remington strode past him out of the room, with Cassius cursing under his breath before leaping to his feet to follow.

    Downstairs in the main lounge. Rewinding to ten minutes earlier.

    Today was Margaret''s "frenemy''s" birthday, and they were celebrating here.

    Just as the girls were suggesting calling in some new heartthrobs from theirpany to join the party, the door was suddenly mmed open.

    Margaret and her friends stopped their chatter, ready tosh out, but froze when they saw Mrs. Davis storm in with several bodyguards. The atmosphere instantly tensed.

    Margaret''s face fell as she nced

    at Jane, then stood up with a smile to greet her, feigning surprise, "Emily, what brings you here? Looking for a distraction? I''ve heard about the online drama, truly sorry for you. Come, join us..."

    Margaret reached out to take Mrs. Davis''s arm with a look of concem. Given the longstanding partnership between the Bright and Miller families, Margaret was usually adept at ying the gracious host.

    But Mrs. Davis had been deceived by her once too many times. Had she not witnessed the betrayal live, she might have once again mistaken Margaret for a warm and §à considerate "little sister." This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    "Back off, save me the act!"

    Before Margaret could touch her, Mrs. Davis shoved her away fiercely.

    "Ah!"

    Margaret screamed as she stumbled backward into the massive three-tiered birthday cake, knocking it and its stand to the ground.

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    Margaret, though not seriously hurt, lifted her head to reveal a face smeared with frosting, her once delicate makeup now a chaotic mix of colors like a painter''s palette gone awry. Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis, dismissing Margaret with a flick of her wrist, stormed furiously towards the pregnant Jane.

    Jane had been sitting next to Ste when Mrs. Davis burst in. Catching Margaret''s warning nce, she quickly ducked behind Ste for cover.

    As Mrs. Davis approached, Ste instinctively stood up and asked, "Mrs. Davis, what are you doing..."

    "You little wench, how dare you stand in my way!"

    Fueled by rage and not recognizing Ste-who had spent three months recovering from broken ribs at home-Mrs. Davis mistook her for one of Jane''s aplices.

    Grabbing Ste by the hair and delivering a powerful p, she sent Ste crashing to the ground, her mouth tasting of blood.

    Jane, with nowhere left to hide, let out a terrified scream.

    Lizetta and Ynda, arriving at the scene, witnessed this chaos.

    Lizetta clicked her tongue, thinking, "No wonder Ms. Miller chose Mrs. Davis to do her dirty work. Her impulsive nature is quite effective."

    Although Mrs. Davis''s situation-her husband''s infidelity and being manipted by others elicited some sympathy, the video of Mrs. Davis barging into the dressing room to beat Ynda without a word soured any potential goodwill from Lizetta.

    To her, the scene unfolding before her eyes was somewhat satisfying.

    Ynda, spotting Margaret climbing out from a heap of cake, said with a smirk, "Mrs. Davis is just being misled. I''ll go and vent for her."

    The girls, rushing to help Margaret up, failed to notice Ynda and Lizetta at the doorway.

    "Get up quickly..."

    As Ynda approached, so did Shirley. Ynda, without a second thought, kicked Shirley squarely in the behind.

    The resulting screams andmotion caused Shirley to crash into the three women helping Margaret, sending them all tumbling down again.

    Margaret, just getting back on her feet, was knocked down once more.

    When they finally managed to stand, each was more disheveled than thest.

    Shirley, who had spent a fortune on a couture outfit for fashion week, was devastated. "My dress! Who kicked me?"

    Scanning the room, her gazended on Ynda.

    Shirley, visibly twisted in anger, charged at Ynda, shouting, "Ynda! What are you doing here? It was you, wasn''t it?!"

    As Shirley swung at her, Ynda effortlessly dodged and delivered another kick, adding, "Considerat a free symmetry session, no thanks needed." ¨¦n.swnovels

    Staggering away, Shirley was caught by her fair-weather friends before she could fall t on her face.

    Margaret, now being helped up and wiping the frosting from her eyes, saw Ynda and was seething with rage.

    After all, Margaret was the heiress of

    Glory Media, blessed with both

    status and beauty. Yet, during a

    blind date, Cassius had bluntly

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    stated his disinterest in her.

    Recalling a drunken encounter with Cassius the previous week, Margaret remembered how she had helped him into her car and driven him home. In his drunken state, Cassius had embraced her, calling her "Yaoyao" and asked why she was ignoring him, why she didn''t want him anymore. Cont¨¦nt belongs to

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    She was over the moon, thinking maybe Cassius was secretly crushing on her but was too proud to show it. Imagine her shock when, after she''d hauled the guy home and was about to nt one on him, he suddenly blocked her face with a frown, muttering in disgust.

    "Ynda, what''s with that new perfume? It stinks. Go take a shower before you even think about kissing me."

    That''s when Margaret realized Cassius wasn''t calling for her at all. A little digging revealed this Ynda was a nobody, a newbie barely seen in the entertainment circuit, daring to vie with Ms. Miller for a man''s attention.

    The humiliation was something Margaret had never experienced before. She was determined to make Ynda disappear from the industry, to vanish from the public eye. How was she supposed to cultivate any romance with Cassius with Ynda fluttering around him all the time?

    So, with a little maneuvering, Margaret turned Ynda into the viin of the story, making Cassius believe Ynda had betrayed him for Charles. Killing two birds with one stone.

    Margaret was gleeful, reveling in the scandalous headlines that had taken over the inte these past few days. She thought Ynda would be holed up somewhere, crying her eyes out. Yet, there she was, causing a scene.

    And there was Mrs. Davis, yanking Jane by the hair, trying to drag her out. Margaret stormed up to Ynda, ring daggers.

    "Is this all your doing tonight?!"

    Ynda just smirked, shrugged nonchntly, not even trying to hide it.

    "Oh, so Ms. Miller gets to manipte the truth, use Mrs. Davis as a pawn, and I can''t show a little sympathy, let her in on what''s really going on?"

    That got Margaret fuming.

    "How dare you, a nobody, mess with my scene! Think I can''t make you disappear without a trace?"

    "Of course, believe you. After all,

    Ms. Miller only needs to lift a finger to frame someone, to have me cklisted. Do you really think your family''s Glory Media can manipte the truth and fool everyone?"

    "So what if we can! Ynda, the truth doesn''t matter. What matters is what the media shows the world You think causing a scene with Mrs. Davis here will turn things around for you? Go ahead, see who believes you, who dares to go against me, Margaret Miller, to support you!"

    Margaret lifted her chin in disdain. That''s when Ste, nursing a p mark, frowned and nudged Margaret, whispering, "Someone''s filming."

    Margaret''s face fell as she turned to see a figure by the door, phone in hand, recording. Ynda had been blocking her view; she hadn''t noticed at all.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    "Bitch! Take that phone!" Margaret

    spat angrily. But as the women moved to act, the figure by the wall, Lizetta, simply pocketed her phone and stepped forward into the light. The backlighting had obscured her features from Ste and the others until now.

    As Lizetta''s distinct and striking features became clear, Ste and Shirley''s faces fell.

    Shirley pointed at Lizetta, "Lizetta? It''s you! A divorced woman and still showing your face around?"

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    Lizetta rolled her eyes at Shirley with a mocking smile, "Shirley, in the age of streaming and podcasts, you''re still stuck on the term ''discarded wife''? What''s next, can''t step out without your makeup perfectly done?"

    Shirley, fuming, pointed a finger at Lizetta, her face a mix of anger and disdain. "And what high horse are you on? wing your way into my Remi''s bed was the only way you got him to marry you. The momen you got pregnant, you forced my Remi to throw avish wedding for you. He despised you so much he didn''t even show up; instead, he flew all the way to Ste. Because of your constant nagging and crying, you made the Dashiell household a living hell, and then you lost the baby. It was no surprise Remi had enough and divorced you. If that''s not a ''discarded wife,'' what is?"

    Shirley''s portrayal was aplete distortion of the truth. She had always been overshadowed by Lizetta, mainly because Remington favored Lizetta over her. But now, with Lizetta divorced from Remington and working as a celebrity assistant, Shirley felt emboldened.

    The Dashiells have always been discreet with their personal affairs, keeping most of their issues away from the public eye. Lizetta wasn''t one to socialize much, so not many had seen her before. However, gossip spread fast, and at Shirley''s words, the crowd started murmuring in disdain.

    "So she''s the one from the Dashiell family who climbed her way up through the bed, huh? She does have some beauty; no wonder..."

    "Being pretty doesn''t get you everything. In the end, a sparrow can''t be a phoenix. It''s all for nothing."

    "How could she show her face here? At Mr. Dashiell''s wedding, you all saw it. My cousin was invited; he said Mr. Dashiell didn''t show up because he went to pick up Ms. West."

    The young starlet standing next to Ste quickly looked over with a ttering gaze. "So, Ms. West is the true love of Mr. Dashiell''s heart, huh? Ms. West and Ms. Shirley Dashiell seem so close; does that mean there''s a wedding on the horizon?"

    "Absolutely, Ms. Shirley Dashiell must have epted her as family already."

    Ste, basking in the praise and jokes, genuinely felt her moment wasing soon. She stepped forward, a gentle smile on her face, addressing Lizetta. "Liz, what brings you back to Zion City? Running low on cash? Here, take my purse."

    She sighed and gestured slightly.

    Immediately a young starlet handed over Ste''s Hermes Birkin bag, chiming, "Ms. West, isn''t this the limited edition from this fall''s magazine cover? It must be worth millions by now; only a bag dike this suits Ms. West."

    Another starlet spected, "Did Mr. Dashiell gift this to Ms. West?"

    ??

    Ste hadn''t seen Remington in over four months, she had spent the first three months bedridden, recovering She had wanted to be around Remington, but he had blocked her. Cedric''s calls went unanswered; she hadn''t seen him even once. But she wouldn''t let Lizetta know any of this.

    Taking the bag, Ste smiled coyly, ying it off, "It''s just a regr bag, not as exaggerated as you guys make it seem."

    She then pulled out a credit card and

    handed it to Lizetta, "Liz, here''s some cash for you. Quit the assistant job; it''s not for you. Take this money and start fresh in a

    smaller city. People won''t knLine

    you

    there. With your looks, you''ll find someone decent, not as prestigious as the Dashiell family, but you''ll livefortably."

    "Ms. West is so generous and kind."

    "Given her looks, what kind of serious assistant could she be? Ms. West is truly looking out for her."

    Lizetta, arms crossed, smirked at Ste, holding the credit card, raising an eyebrow in amusement at Shirley and Ste''s performance. "You two putting on a free drama show here?"

    Ynda joined in with augh, "Exactly, and it''s like an improv theater. So entertaining, even the extras are giving their all. Bravo!"This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Ynda pped, adding to the mockery.

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    Ste and Shirley looked visibly upset, and Margaret couldn''t stand Ynda''s arrogance, snapping back furiously.

    "Seriously? A washed-up minor celeb and a male star''s little assistant think they can sweet-talk Mrs. Davis and crash this party? Call the manager now! Have securitye up here and toss these two troublemakers out!"

    One of Margaret''s entourage quickly chimed in, "Maggie, I already did. They should be here any minute."

    "Please... please, help me..." came a desperate plea.

    Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis was busy dealing with the real homewrecker, Jane. Mrs. Davis''s bodyguard had Jane kneeling by the couch, her face bloodied from Mrs. Davis''s ps, and was dragging her by the hair towards the door. Bruised and in pain, Jane clutched her stomach, crying out for help.

    Margaret intervened, trying to deflect Mrs. Davis''s anger towards Lizetta and Ynda.

    "Emily, they''ve bamboozled you. You heard them - one''s a climber, the other... what even is their rtionship to us? How could I possibly lie to you? Jane''s got a boyfriend; that child is his. I know the guy, I can call him right now for a face-off. You''re misunderstanding this whole mess..."

    As Margaret reached for her phone, Mrs. Davis pped it away. Margaret froze as Mrs. Davis sneered, "You think I''m a fool? Get lost! I''m taking this little tramp to the clinic today."

    Had Mrs. Davis not seen the CCTV footage herself, she might have fallen for Margaret''s act once again.

    Jane, realizing she was really being taken away, clung desperately to Margaret''s legs. At Mrs. Davis''smand, her bodyguard tried to pull Jane away, but she wouldn''t let go of Margaret. The room was in chaos when the manager and security finally barged in.

    Margaret wasted no time, "Matthew, don''t you see what''s happening? Kick them out, now! Or you can kiss your job goodbye!"

    She pointed at Lizetta, Ynda, and also Mrs. Davis and her bodyguard. Matthew was confused, afraid of stepping on toes, when Margaret''sckeys added their two cents.

    "What are you waiting for? That''s Ms. West, Ms. Miller, and Ms. Shirley Dashiell!"

    "Isn''t the club owned by Mr. Temple? I''ve heard he''s tight with Mr. Dashiell and Mr Sterling. Didn''t you know Ms. West is soon to be Mrs. Dashiell and Ms. Miller is linking up with Mr. Sterling?"

    "How can you afford to offend your boss''s future sisters-inw?"

    "They''re not even members here; they snuck in. What''s there to hesitate about?"

    The manager, feeling the pressure

    and now believing Lizetta and Ynda had crashed the party,

    signaled security to move in.

    Margaret and her crew Set

    awaited the disgraceful expulsion of Lizetta and Ynda, already plotting totip off the media for a juicy scandal.

    But Lizetta and Ynda weren''t fazed in the slightest. How could Lizetta have crashed the party? was there legitimately, using

    and her bodyguards were mistaken by Margaret''s group as Mrs. Davis''s escorts.

    Jerome''s premium membership

    As security approached Lizetta and Ynda, ready to step in, a chilling voice cut through the tension.

    "Who dares touch her."Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

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    As the voice echoed, three tall and striking figures swiftly walked in from outside. It was Remington, Cassius, and Timothy. Each had a distinct style, yet all exuded powerful auras. As they entered, the private room seemed to brighten a few shades.

    Especially the few aspiring stars around Margaret, their eyes lit up, barely concealing their ambitions.

    Ste and Shirley immediately tensed up, with Shirley instinctively shrinking back, unease written all over her face. Ste''s fingers tightened nervously. She was haunted by the memory of seeing Remington holding Lizetta as they left the West estate four months ago.

    She feared that Remington still harbored feelings for Lizetta, risking making a scene in public. Feeling lost, Ste was suddenly nudged by one of the young stars who had just been ttering her.

    "Look, it''s Mr. Dashiell! He must''ve heard about Ms. West''s trouble and rushed over. Ms. West, go talk to him."

    Without thinking, Ste took a few steps forward. Gathering her courage, she approached Remington with a forced smile.

    "Remington, what brings you here? Heard about Liz and me? We had a little misunderstanding....."

    Ste deliberately mentioned Lizetta and the misunderstanding, hoping it would prompt Remington to inquire further. In her mind, if he engaged in conversation, it would signal to everyone that he cared for her, that he came for her.

    But to her disbelief, Remington seemed not to hear her, not even pausing as he walked past her as if she were invisible. Ste froze, her face turning pale. She didn''t dare look back, already feeling the weight of astonished stares on her back.

    "Are you hurt? Had anything to

    drink? Why''s your face so flushed?" Remington had already quickly made his way to Lizetta, bendingContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    slightly, concern in his voice. He

    reached out, as if to touch her

    §Ö

    flushed cheek, but Lizetta stepped

    back, politely avoiding his touch. She tilted her head towards Ste,

    saying,

    "Mr. Dashiell, you seem to be concerned about the wrong person. Ms. West is over there. If you''re looking to y the hero, I''m not in need of one."

    Ste, fearing Lizetta might say something more damaging, approached and said,

    "Liz, Remington''s worried about you. Are you still mad at him because of me..."

    Before she could finish, Remington frowned and cut her off,

    "What does this have to do with you?"

    Ste was taken aback, her face flushing with embarrassment. Remington, seemingly oblivious to her difort, turned back to Lizetta and said, "Why would I care about her? She and I have nothing to do with each other."

    His words felt like a p across Ste''s face, her cheeks burning with humiliation as her eyes welled up with tears. Lizetta looked up at Remington, their gazes locking She was surprised; Remington had never been willing to embarrass Ste publicly like this before.

    If only he had been like this earlier... But dwelling on it was pointless. She no longer needed his derations or protection. Blinking away her thoughts, she offered a cool distant smile. .

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    "But, I don''t have any sort of rtionship with Mr. Dashiell either."

    What Lizetta failed to notice was the eerie silence that had suddenly enveloped the room.

    Everyone seemed utterly shocked by Remington''s distinct treatment towards Ste and hispletely different demeanor towards Lizetta.

    From their reactions, one might think Mr. Dashiell''s heart belonged to Ste, hinting at a blossoming romance.

    But it was clear as day that Mr. Dashiell was still hung up on his ex-wife, who appeared indifferent and unwilling to rekindle their past.

    Where was the so-called abandoned ex-wife narrative when Mr. Dashiell seemingly married out of obligation rather than desire?

    Yet, Lizetta''s tant disregard for Mr. Dashiell''s reputation seemed almost too bold.

    How could Mr. Dashiell ever tolerate such insolence?

    They all waited to see Lizetta''seuppance, but the next moment, Remington, instead of exploding in anger, simply quirked a thin smile and said, "Sure, you and I have nothing, but I, on my part, want to have something with you."

    Lizettaughed, "What are you saying?"

    She couldn''t quite grasp the meaning behind Remington''s words.

    Remington raised an eyebrow, "I mean, I want to take care of you, to be good to you, unterally."

    His voice was steady, not too loud nor too soft, and he spoke openly without any hint of concealment.

    It sounded almost like a public deration of affection.

    Lizetta, less thick-skinned than Remington, suddenly turned away, her face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

    Seeing Lizetta''s reaction, Ynda, worried that this Casanova might easily sway Lizetta again, immediately spoke up.

    "Mr. Dashiell talks a good game, but why does Ms. Shirley Dashiell keep calling herself the ''abandoned wife''?"

    Shirley hadn''t expected the conversation to suddenly turn towards her.

    Feeling the tension, she instinctively tried to slip away but was stopped by Remington''s icy gaze.

    "Come here," Remington demanded coldly.

    Shirley shrank back but dared not disobey.

    As she moved closer to Remington, she shot Ynda a venomous re.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Ynda raised an eyebrow, "Why

    ? Weren''t those your

    Let me think, what

    belongs to FindNovelo

    say? Oh, right, you..."

    Shirley felt Remington''s piercing stare nearly bore through her.

    Fearful that Ynda might reveal more damning words, Shirleyshed out with a swipe.

    "Shut up!"

    Ynda reached out to grab Shirley''s swinging arm but was instead pulled back and shielded in someone''s embrace.

    Ynda stiffened, lifting her gaze to meet Cassius''s smirking face. Remembering the mess Margaret had caused, she angrily stomped on Cassius''s foot.

    "Ouch! Ynda, you''re clueless!"

    Cassius hadn''t expected her to retaliate so fiercely after he intervened.

    Feeling as if his foot was drilled through by her high heels, he eximed in irritation.

    Margaret quickly came over, supporting Cassius, "Cassius, are you okay?"

    Then she turned her anger towards Ynda, "Are you blind? Where do you think you''re stepping?"

    Ynda, seeing them close together, retorted with augh.

    "Maybe you should ask your man first. Is he blind? Where does he think he''s putting his hands? Does

    he think he can just touch my waist whenever he wants?"

    belongs to en.swt

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    Cassius instinctively frowned and said, "I''m not her man!"

    Margaret, who was visibly distressed, suddenly felt embarrassed, and her eyes started to well up with tears. Ynda looked on, amused.

    "Alright, so you''re not her man. What are you then? Her knight in shining armor? Her partner in crime? Is that better?"

    Ynda rolled her eyes and looked away.

    Cassius was so irritated he could feel his eyelid twitching, while Margaret stood beside him, tears streaming down her face.

    "Ms. Ynda, you''ve been stirring up trouble here, and I''ve been patient considering you''ve been under the weather these past few days. How could you say that about us?"

    She then turned to Cassius, her face showing nothing but gentle concern, "Cassius, is your foot alright? Let me help you to the hospital."

    Mrs. Davis was still around; who knew what she might reveal next.

    Margaret was desperate to get Cassius out of there, and Ynda just gave her the perfect excuse.

    Cassius red at Ynda, not breaking free from Margaret''s hold.

    He couldn''t believe Ynda would remain indifferent, yet, even though Ynda clearly heard Margaret, she didn''t even turn her head.

    Cassius''s handsome face darkened, and he stiffly turned away with Margaret.

    He had rushed here when he heard Ynda was in trouble, but how was Ynda treating him now?

    It felt like a knife was twisting in his foot, igniting a fire of anger that spread to his chest.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    The nerve of this woman!

    "Let''s go!" Cassius said coldly.

    Margaret was thrilled and quickened their pace.

    They were almost at the door when Ynda''s voice suddenly drawled out.

    "Wait a minute!"

    Margaret frowned, trying to continue guiding Cassius, but he stopped.

    Cassius turned around, his lips pressed tightly, suppressing the urge to smirk at Ynda.

    "Ynda, if you..."

    He didn''t finish his sentence when Ynda pointed at Margaret and said, "You can go. She cannot!"

    Margaret seemed startled by her fierce demeanor, her grip on Cassius''s arm trembling.

    "Ynda, who do you think you are!? Giving orders here?" Cassius burst out in anger. Ynda''s face paled, grateful that the dim light in the room might hide her reaction. Then, Lizetta grabbed Ynda''s hand firmly.

    Ynda''s hand, usually warm like her fiery temperament, contrasted with Lizetta''s, which had been perpetually cold since a severe bleed. Now, Lizetta noticed Ynda''s hand was even colder than her own, and she smiled slightly at Margaret, "Why the rush, Ms. Miller? Afraid your deeds will be exposed and you can''t maintain your facade?"

    Margaret frowned, a picture of innocence and aggrievement.

    "I don''t know what Ms. Gardenia means. Ms. Ynda and I met for the first time today, no grudges between us. You both barged in and disrupted my party. What more do you want?"

    She appeared magnanimous and patient, making Lizetta and Ynda seem all the more unreasonable and aggressive.

    Lizetta smiled again, "No grudges?

    Why then did Ms. Miller mislead

    Mrs. Davis to target Yoli, leading to her being ndered online? Isn''t it all Ms. Miller''s doing?"

    Ynda''s eyes widened in shock.

    "This has nothing to do with me, Ms. Gardenia. Don''t falsely use me. I only found out when Emily barged in that Jane was Mr. Davis''s mistress." Margaret looked at Jane, "Jane, it was wrong of you to do such things. Spreading nder about Ms. Ynda online, was that also your doing?" Jane, her face bruised and swollen, was propped up by two of Mrs. Davis''s bodyguards, tears streaking down her face.

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    But when she locked eyes with Margaret, she immediately grasped Margaret''s intention.

    Margaret was making her the fall guy. She was a rising star under Glory Media, and now Mrs. Davis was dragging her to get an abortion. Her baby might not be safe.

    What would she do if she also offended Ms. Miller? How could she possibly move forward?

    "It was... it was me, sob, I was the one who dragged Ms. Ynda into this mess. I know I was wrong, but I was just trying to save my baby. I''m willing to apologize, Ms. Ynda, I''m so sorry..." Margaret''s voice was filled with pain and remorse as she said, "Jane, you''ve been so foolish."

    Cassius had just walked in and hadn''t noticed Mrs. Davis and her party. Now, as he pieced together what was happening, his brow furrowed in confusion.

    So, Ynda was actually being framed. But he had clearly seen her sitting with Charles...

    He was somewhat confused, his gaze instinctively turning to Ynda.

    Ynda wore a mocking smile, her eyes cold as she stared at Margaret.

    "Must be nice being the princess, always having someone else to take the fall for your mistakes."

    Margaret''s eyes welled up again, tugging at Cassius''s sleeve, crying out.

    "I really didn''t, I don''t even know Ms. Ynda..."

    Shirley, fearing being implicated further, also chimed in quietly.

    "Remi, it was Lizetta and her crew who barged in and started trouble without saying a word. I just exchanged a few words with them, and I ended up getting kicked twice. Look what they did to my new dress." Ste stepped forward, speaking softly.

    "It seems like a big misunderstanding. How about we have Jane clear this up online, give Ms. Ynda her innocence back, and let bygones be bygones?"This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Ste''s face was filled with a careful kindness as she looked at Lizetta.

    Anyone could see she was the one extending an olive branch, seeking peace.

    These three women, truly experts at turning ck into white.

    Lizetta looked at Ste, truly admiring her audacity.

    Did Ste suffer from amnesia? Had she forgotten theirst encounter where she nearly ran her over?

    She and Ste were enemies, their

    hatred deep they wished death hother, and here they were,

    gat sisterhood.

    "Lizetta''s right. Since it''s all a

    y and move on," Cassius said

    with a frown.

    The priority now was to calm the storm online.

    Margaret and Ste, with their

    Making too much of a scene would only harm her future in the entertainment industry.

    Lizetta felt Ynda''s hand tremble slightly.

    Lizetta squeezed back and looked up at the man next to her, asking.

    "So, it''s all good if everyone is happy, right, Mr. Dashiell? Is that what you think too?" Lizetta''s eyes were full of mockery, causing a tremor in Remington''s heart with her gaze.

    She believed he was just another viin here topound the injustice, just like Cassius. This realization weighed heavily on him, but he couldn''t me her.

    In her eyes, back at the West family gathering, he had sided with Ste and her father, the viins. Remington''s deep eyes locked onto Lizetta, his voice low.

    "nder is nder, there''s no misunderstanding. Cassius is drunk and confused, don''t mind him." Lizetta was momentarily taken aback, then saw a gentle curve form on the man''s lips as he added.

    "Whatever you say, I believe you. Whatever you want to do, I support you."

    Before Lizetta could respond, Remington turned to Timothy and ordered.

    "Lock the door. Nobody leaves until this is sorted out properly!"

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    Lizetta looked at the man''s stern profile, her breathing momentarily uneven.

    Ynda was quite surprised too. After some time apart, it seemed even Badass Remington had learned the art of diplomacy. Shame that some folks seemed to have regressed.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    Timothy had been silent since he arrived.

    At Remington''smand, he waved dismissively at the manager. "Get to work, and next time, open your eyes wide. Don''t just listen to gossip. Recognize thedy of the house before you act, or nobody will save you next time!"

    Timothy gave the manager a firm pat on the head, a clear sign he''d narrowly avoided disaster. The manager quickly agreed, closing the lounge door and standing guard outside.

    Timothy approached Lizetta, a warm smile on his face. "Sis, you must be tired. Why don''t you and Ms. Ynda sit down? I''ll get us some fruit and drinks, and we can talk this through."

    Ynda looked at Timothy, her smile showing her approval. "Mr. Temple knows what''s up, unlike some who can''t see or think straight."

    Cassius, seeing Ynda smile at Timothy, felt his blood boil. He impulsively let go of Margaret''s hand, pulled Timothy away from Ynda, and said coldly, "I hurt my foot, did you not see? Get your club''s doctor here now. If it''s broken and affects my mobility, some people won''t hear the end of it."

    Ynda rolled her eyes,pletely ignoring him. Margaret and Ste, however, were not as rxed. The other girls gathered around them, eyeing the closed lounge door and the circle of security and bodyguards with unease.

    Margaret whispered to Ste, "Ste, please, talk to Mr. Dashiell for us."

    Ste''s face fell. She had no such influence and tried to deflect. "This mess started because of you and Jane''s actions. You''re the one allied with the Sterling family through marriage. Talk to Mr. Sterling."

    "Now Dashiell''s making a mountain

    out of a molehill, not Cassius. Didn''t you say you and Mr. Dashiell were childhood friends, that he even

    missed his own wedding for yo

    Try talking to him. Or was all that just talk?" Ste''s expression darkened further with each word until she finally pushed Margaret forward.

    Margaret stumbled before the group, attracting everyone''s attention. Biting her lip, she protested, "Ms. Ynda''s issue really has nothing to do with us, understand Ms. Gardenia and Ms. Ynda''s feelings, but we wish to leave now. Why are we being held...?"

    She turned to Timothy, trying to maintain her dignity. "Mr. Temple, my family and our artists have supported your business well,

    haven''t they? We came here to enjoy ourselves, yet we''ve received poor service and now are detained. I demand an exnation, or my family and our artists will never step

    foot here again!"

    Margaret grew bolder with each word, confident since Jane had already taken the me. Little did she know, Timothy simply raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Ms. Miller, there''s no need to panic unless you''ve got a guilty conscience."

    "What do you mean?" Margaret snapped, infuriated.

    Lizetta chuckled, "Perhaps you should watch this video first, Ms. Miller."

    As Lizetta spoke, the video yed on the screen. It was the clip Lizetta had live-streamed to Mrs. Davis, capturing Margaret''s smug expression in crystal clear detail.

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    "Don''t let it y! Shut it off, shut it off! Who took these? Show yourself!" Margaret''s face went pale as she rushed toward the big screen.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    She couldn''t believe that Lizetta was holding such a video in her hands.

    Clearly, someone in the booth had been bought off by Lizetta earlier to record this footage.

    The video continued to y, showing Mrs. Davis barging in and attacking Jane.

    Margaret couldn''t turn it off and charged toward Lizetta and Ynda, ring at them furiously.

    "Why didn''t you say you had the video earlier!"

    Lizetta looked at her frantic state and smirked amusingly.

    "Of course, we waited to see you all acting smart, jumping around like clowns, struggling amusingly. How entertaining." "You!" Margaret, infuriated, pointed at Lizetta.

    But as she raised her hand, Remington gave a look, and security came forward, unceremoniously pulling Margaret away.

    Margaret was hurt, her eyes turning red as she looked at Cassius.

    "Cassius..."

    Cassius''s face was a shade of steel, watching the video still ying, ayer of red surfacing in his eyes, a mix of shame and anger.

    He looked at Margaret with an annoyed gaze and turned his head away.

    Seeing him so heartless, Margaret bit her lip, turning to Lizetta and Ynda.

    "What do you want?" she asked through clenched teeth.

    Lizetta nced at Ynda; after all, this was Ynda''s issue.

    Ynda raised an eyebrow, "Nothing much, just post the video online, let everyone see Ms. Miller''s way of handling things."

    If the video went viral, not only

    would Margaret herself be exposed

    and

    andcized, but the Miller family

    and theirpany would be

    affected as well.

    Margaret started panicking, "No! I''ll pay you off, name your price. Or if you want resources, Glory Media

    can provide you with that. As long as

    Jane rifies things online, Ms

    MS2

    Ynda can be cleared of all

    charges. You''re a smart woman, Ms. Ynda; you should know how to maximize benefits, right?"

    Margaret still held herself above others.

    In her eyes, Ynda wasn''t worth her concern or fear, something that could be easily dismissed with resources and money.

    Even with Lizetta backing Ynda, and Remington standing behind Lizetta, so what?

    Ynda was still nothing, what good would it do to go head-to-head with Glory Media.

    Yndaughed sarcastically, nodding, "Oh, Ms. Miller wants to reconcile now? Well then, start with a sincere apology."

    Ynda said, pulling Lizetta back a few steps, swiping the items off the coffee table, and sitting on the edge, waiting for Margaret''s apology. Margaret gritted her teeth, "I''m sorry."

    "That''s the attitude? Forget it..."

    "Ynda, don''t push it! You''re just relying on Mr. Dashiell''s power, aren''t you? You..."

    Margaret interrupted Ynda, her pride too high to bow down.

    Ynda nodded, cutting Margaret off without courtesy.

    "It doesn''t matter whose power I''m relying on, what matters is I''m not happy right now. I need to be happy to continue talking! Right now, Ms. Miller, you''re the one asking me, not the other way around! Oh, and your dear friend Shirley also called my Liz a divorcee, and Ms. West suggested Liz should just go to some small town and marry some small-time boss... No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get! Looks like I need all three of you to kneel down, p yourselves, and cry your eyes out in apology to cool me down."

    As soon as Ynda finished, Shirley and Ste''s faces turned white.

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    "Ynda, what on earth does this have to do with me and Shirley? Why are you making such a fuss and being so unreasonable?" Ste immediately frowned and retorted angrily.

    Kneel down and apologize to Lizetta in front of all these people? That was a wild idea from Ynda. If they actually did that, how could they ever hold their heads up in Zion City again? "Well, you got me there. I''m all about being unreasonable, and my favorite pastime? Kicking someone when they''re down," Ynda smirked, casually tossing a grape into her mouth. Ste was seething with anger. Her gaze shifted to Remington, and when she noticed he wasn''t even ncing her way, standing instead by Lizetta''s side, gently touching the cascading hair at Lizetta''s waist with his fingers, Ste felt her blood boil.

    Ste nudged Shirley, who said in a whiny voice, "Remi, we... we can apologize, but kneeling? That''s just too much, too humiliating! If word gets out, it''s the Dashiell family''s reputation on the line."

    The dim light of the private room painted the scene as Lizetta leaned against the coffee table, her attention clearly fixed on Ynda. Her hair, slightly curled at the ends, fell softly to the most enticing curve of her waist, swaying gently.

    Remington reached out, ying with the strands absent-mindedly. He realized she hadn''t trimmed her hair in months. It was silky smooth, a testament to its health. The satin-like touch of her hair against his fingers was intoxicating, his thoughts drifting away...

    Suddenly Shirley spoke to him, and as Lizetta turned her head, that strand of hair slipped through Remington''s fingers like a fish, leaving him feeling unexpectedly hollow.

    His stern gaze then turned to Shirley, who had interrupted the moment. "When you were scheming and mocking behind people''s backs, where was your sense of reason. then? The Dashiell family is shamed by your actions, not your kneeling. If your knees are so stiff, maybe you should watch your mouth. Help her out."

    Remington''s voice was cold as hemanded the bodyguards. They stepped forward, grabbing Shirley by the shoulders. Shirley''s screams and struggles were futile against their strength, and she was forced to her knees in humiliation.

    "Apologize properly!" Remington''s gaze was so heavy Shirley couldn''t even lift her head. Ashamed and on the verge of copse, Shirley couldn''t believe Remington would humiliate his own cousin like this for an ex-wife.

    Tears streamed down her face as she bit her lip, refusing to speak. Remington''s voice seemed toe from the depths of hell, "Shirley!"

    Unable to bear it any longer, Shirley burst into tears and cried out, "I''m sorry! I''m sorry, okay?"

    After shouting, she pushed the

    bodyguards away and ran out, covering her face. Remington watched her leave and instructed, "If she can''t apologize properly, let her reflect on her actions. Take Ms. ton Shirley Dashiell back, have her kneel at the chapel. She''s not to get up until she''s done a full twelve hours."

    The bodyguards nodded and followed her out, dragging Shirley away. The other women, witnessing Shirley''s punishment despite being Remington''s cousin, were sweating bullets and trembling with fear.

    Just then, Remington''s icy gaze swept over them, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. "She couldn''t apologize properly. What about you all? Got nothing to say?"

    One of the actresses couldn''t take it

    anymore and rushed forward to kneel in front of Lizetta, her face pale with fear Ms. Gardenia, I''m soThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    sorry, shouldn''t have joined in ne<pughing and gossiping about you. I realize my mistake, and I swear I''ll never do it again."

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    Liz recognized the young starlet as the one who had been shadowing Ste,vishing her with the mostpliments earlier. Seeing how frightened she was, Liz didn''t want to make the situation any worse. She attempted to retract the leg that had been grabbed, about to tell her it was okay to get up, but the starlet, thinking Liz wouldn''t forgive her, suddenly changed her tone, and it took a turn for the worse.

    "Sob sob, I understand now, Mr. Dashiell truly loves Ms. Gardenia. Only Ms. Gardenia is the woman Mr. Dashiell cares about and cherishes. Those ugly rumors were just concocted by people jealous of Ms. Gardenia. Mr. Dashiell''s heart belongs solely to Ms. Gardenia; he doesn''t care about their foolish fantasies, I..."

    The young starlet was clearly very nervous, her voice growing louder and louder.

    Ste''s face went from pale to flushed in an instant, feeling as though everyone was looking at her with scorn and disdain. All this talk of foolish fantasies and jealousy towards Liz... It was all directed at her. Ste clenched her fists, feeling utterly humiliated. Damn this opportunist!

    "Enough, stop talking."

    Liz, after a moment of stunned silence, also felt incredibly awkward, her ears turning red. But just as the young starlet stopped talking, Remington, with a slight curl of his lips, said, "Why stop her? It sounds like she''s sincerely apologizing. Let her speak her mind."

    Liz, "..."

    Remington then turned to the young starlet, a subtle lift of his lips indicating, "You seem smart, go on, stand up and speak."

    Although he was expressionless, he could still be considered pleasant. Obviously, he was very pleased with the young starlet''s speech.

    And as other women saw the young starlet being praised, they seemed to have an epiphany and rushed forward. They began to bow and say nice things to Liz and Ynda, all along simr lines. "Mr. Dashiell truly adores Ms. Gardenia."

    "Ms. Gardenia and Mr. Dashiell are the true love story. Even now, after the divorce, it was only because of meddlers with ill intentions. They''re bound to reconcile and live happily ever after."

    ...

    Their chatter was overwhelming, and Liz, feeling a headacheing on, listened in disbelief, as did Ynda, who couldn''t understand how things had taken such a turn. Was Remington shameless, recruiting spokespersons right here and now?

    Ste felt her cheeks burning, wanting to turn and leave, but was blocked by a bodyguard. Only Remington seemed pleased, enjoying the show, almost wishing someone could record it to y back for Liz.

    Liz red at him, and only then did Remington slightly temper his expression, spreading his hands in a gesture of innocence. "They insisted on apologizing. I didn''t say a word, nor did I incite them."

    Liz had had enough. She had no real issue with these women and quickly said, "You all should leave."

    Immediately, the women scattered

    as if pardoned, not sparing Ste

    and Margaret another thought, leaving the room in pristine emptiness. Now, only the two main culprits remained. Without their entourage, Ste and Margaret

    didn''t feel any morefortable; if

    anything, the pressure was even greater.

    Remington''s gaze swept over them, "Have you two thought about how you''re going to apologize?"

    "I... Remington, I... didn''t sayContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    anything too harsh just now. After

    what Liz did to me at the West

    family estate, seeing her just got me worked up, and we exchanged a few harsh words. I can bow and apologize, butpared to what she did to me, what does that even

    count for? Even if we were to kneel and apologize, shouldn''t it be mutual?"

    ve

    Ste was desperately trying to defend herself, her voice filled with grievance. And by bringing up Liz''s previous confrontation, it was also a warning. After all, that was nearly attempted murder, a serious offense, and she had merely mocked Liz a bit inparison. Was Remington really going to push her, unaware that the West family might still have evidence?

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    Lizetta clearly understood the veiled threat in Ste''s words, a slight frown creasing her forehead.

    She had been in a terrible state of mind at the time, too impulsive for her own good. It had been broad daylight, the scandal was huge, but afterward, the West family and the police hadn''te looking for her. There had been no whispers or rumors online or offline. The whole incident had been quietly squashed, and Lizetta knew it was all thanks to Remington''s efforts.

    Hearing Ste bring it up now, Lizetta''s eyes shed with a cold light. Sheughed, cutting Ste off, "Ms. West, if you won''t kneel and apologize, then how about a drink to make amends?"

    Lizetta turned, walked over to the liquor cab, and grabbed two bottles of whiskey, presenting them to Ste and Margaret with a shake. "One bottle each. Finish it, and all''s forgiven. That''s not too humiliating, right?"

    "You''re insane! A bottle could kill someone!" Margaret protested urgently. That was whiskey, tough for even a man to handle half a bottle, let alone one each. If they really drank it all, they''d be carried out. Lizetta was being downright malicious!

    "If this won''t do, and that won''t do, then I''m not here to waste Remington''s time," Remington chimed in, clearly out of patience, and turned his head to give an order. "Call Mr. Smith and President Miller, let theme over and figure out how to take their daughters back."

    Bringing Martin West and Mr. Miller into the mix would definitely blow things up. Remington was clearly determined to go to any lengths to support Lizetta and Ynda. The thought of Martin West''s unpredictable temper sent a shiver down Ste''s spine. Gritting her teeth, she stepped forward and took the bottle from Lizetta''s hand.

    "Fine, I''ll drink!"

    Although Margaret was pampered at

    home, if her father found out she

    had offended Remington, she wouldn''t hear the end of it. Worst case, she might even be sent abroad Margaret looked towards Cassius with tearful eyes, still unwilling to give in. "Cassius, you know I''m not like those socialite women. I can''t handle my liquor. Can''t you drink some for me...?"

    Her plea was met with Ynda''s eye roll, "If Ms. Miller can''t handle her drink, then maybe skip it. No need to apologize. I''ll just post that video online."

    Margaret bit her lip. Initially, she wasn''t scared of Ynda posting the video. Glory Media had a ton of marketing partners; a video like that wouldn''t even make a dent on its own. But with Remington''s help, it wasn''t just about posting a video anymore-it could trend for days.

    Finally frightened, Margaret nced at Cassius again, but seeing his indifferent expression, she reluctantly took a bottle too. "Cough, cough... Happy now?"

    After Ste downed her bottle, she

    felt like her stomach was churning, her head spinning, every part of her burning. Staring at Lizetta, Lizetta simply raised her hand, "Don''t let the door hit you on the way out!"

    Ste stumbled out, and Lizetta signaled to the Madden family''s bodyguard, who followed Ste. Margaret was carried out, leaving Cassius to approach Ynda, taking her hand. "I need to talk to you!"This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    He pulled Ynda along, her expression livid. "For heaven''s sake, your fianc¨¦e''s being carried out, and you, the scoundrel, aren''t rushing to check on her but dragging me around!? I have nothing to say to you."

    Ynda resisted, even attempting to kick Cassius. Feeling the pain from the earlier jab on his foot, Cassius simply picked Ynda up, quickening his pace.

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    \"Yoli!\"

    Lizetta took a step forward, but Remington stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

    \"Let them exin. There must be some misunderstanding.\"

    Lizetta furrowed her brows. Although Cassius''s behavior tonight made her feel even more disappointed than she had been with Remington in the past, Cassius didn''t seem as protective or concerned about Margaret either.

    Lizetta hesitated for a moment and then turned to another bodyguard, instructing him.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    \"Follow them and make sure Yoli isn''t put at a disadvantage.\"

    After the bodyguard followed, Lizetta looked back up at Remington and said,

    \"Thanks for tonight, and for the trouble Mr. Temple went through. I have some other matters to attend to, so I''ll head out now.\"

    Lizetta nodded at both Remington and Timothy before stepping out of the VIP room.

    As her figure disappeared, Timothy nudged Remington with his elbow, teasing him,

    \"Man, she''s got a heart of steel. You''ve done so much, yet you let those gossipmongers do the talking for you. But, dude, the way Lizetta looks at you is just like how she looks at me...\" All distant and polite.

    However, before Timothy could finish, Remington turned to look at him.

    "Why do you talk so much?\"

    Timothy made a zipping motion across his lips.

    Seriously, can''t even handle a bit of truth? Does staying silent make self-deception any better?

    Meanwhile, Lizetta had left the VIP room when a bodyguard from the Madden family approached her.

    \"Miss, the person is in the restroom, and we''ve got the people from the West family under control for now. They can''t get up here.\"

    Lizetta nodded and quickly walked toward the restroom.

    Upon entering, she found Ste,pletely disheveled, hunched over the toilet, having thrown up several times.

    Lizetta covered her nose and mouth, reached out, and dragged Ste from the stall.

    Ste fell to the ground, her face flushed as she looked up at Lizetta, ring.

    \"Ste, look at me. Who am I?\"

    Lizetta grabbed Ste by the hair, forcing her face up to meet hers.

    Ste''s gaze was blurry, but she seemed to recognize Lizetta, her expression turning venomous.

    \"Lizetta! You... you should just die, go die...\"

    Seeing Ste''s recognition, Lizetta smiled, her eyes and expression softening.

    \"How could I possibly die? Not only

    do I n to live, but I also n todive

    well with my Daisy. Look, I''m about to have a baby. What do you think, a little princess or a little prince?\"

    Lizetta had stuffed something under her shirt to look pregnant as she spoke.

    She tried to ce Ste''s hand on her fake pregnant belly, but Ste suddenly withdrew her hand, her eyes widening in horror at Lizetta''s belly.

    \"Daisy... you... how could you... No, no, your child won''t make it, ha-ha, it will die! Stop dreaming!\"

    Ste, clearly drunk, still remembered this matter.

    Lizetta''s hand clenched into a fist, a cold murderous intent enveloping her.

    Even after several months, Ste''s words still stung every nerve in her.

    She suddenly grabbed Ste by the cor.

    \"How do you know my Daisy won''t survive? Did you and Martin do something?\"

    She had gotten Ste drunk, hoping Ste would spill some truth in her inebriated state.

    However, Ste suddenlyshed out, pushing Lizetta away with all her might.

    \"He''s dead, ha-ha, Daisy''s dead!\"

    Ste pushed with all her strength, sending Lizetta stumbling backward. Lizetta braced herself for the pain of the fall.

    But instead, she was caught by a

    familiar, warm, and broad chess, met

    familjarrge hand wrapped

    around

    her waist, steadying her firmly.

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    Lizetta spun around, a sh of surprise crossing her face, "How did you get in here?"

    She frowned and nced outside, certain she had asked the Madden family''s security to keep watch.

    Remington steadied her before she could protest, quickly withdrawing his hand afterwards.

    He rubbed his fingers together where they had touched her waist, as if her warmth and softness lingered there.

    "I told your guards I was worried about you and just wanted to check in. Guess they thought I looked trustworthy enough to let me through."

    Lizetta thought he was full of it but didn''t have the evidence to prove otherwise. Besides, this wasn''t the time to get hung up on that.

    Her gaze shifted back to Ste, who had pushed her away only to copse on the floor herself.

    Drunk beyond belief, Ste sprawled on the ground, her body covered in vomit.

    "Cough, cough... rgh..."

    Choking on her own vomit, Ste struggled to get up only to vomit again.

    "Ste, was Hans sent by the West family? Tell me!"

    Lizetta, furious, moved closer and crouched down, grabbing Ste by her shirt cor.

    "rgh!"

    Ste''s face was flushed red from the alcohol, eyes rolling back, clearly too drunk to even speak.

    When Lizetta tugged at her, Ste''s response was to vomit again.

    Remington quickly stepped in, pulling Lizetta away just in time to avoid getting sshed.

    "She''s too wasted to give us anything useful."

    Remington looked down at Ste sprawled on the floor, then back at Lizetta.

    "If it were that easy to get evidence from the West family, I wouldn''t have had to dig so hard these past few months."

    He had never stopped investigating the West family.

    But every lead had been meticulously cleaned up. There were hints, but nothing concrete.

    Without hard evidence, it was all just spection, no matter how close to the truth it might be.

    "I don''t believe it. She must know something."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Lizetta shook off Remington''s hand and walked to the bathroom corner, where the janitor''s closet was, Inside, there was a mop and a bucket.

    She picked up the empty bucket and filled it with water.

    Just as she was about to lift it, a strong hand reached out and lifted the bucket for her.

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington already turning around with the bucket in his hand.

    "You..."

    Lizetta was slightly stunned, but Remington just looked at her softly and said, "Stay back."

    He obviously knew what she intended to do with the water, and she was surprised he was going to help. Lizetta raised an eyebrow and stepped back.

    Ssh.

    The whole bucket of cold water was dumped on Ste in one go, causing her to scream and sit up with a jolt.

    Barely able to open her eyes

    because of the drunkenness, and now with her face drenched, she could only squint up at her surroundings before she started to vomit again.

    Ste was a mess,pletely devoid of any dignity.

    If she had been sober, she would never have let herself be seen like this in front of Remington.

    Lizetta bit her lip, realizing she wasn''t going to get anything out of her.

    She silently walked out, with

    Remington following closely. Once outside the bathroom, Remington suddenly grabbed her hand.

    "Your sleeve is dirty."

    Lizetta followed his gaze to her arm; she was wearing a silk blouse with red cuffs tonight.

    A spot of vomit was clearly visible on the pristine fabric.

    Feeling nauseous at the sight, Lizetta''s steps were involuntarily guided by Remington to the sink.

    Remington led her to the sink, turned on the tap, adjusted the water temperature, and started to gently rinse her hand.

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    Liz stood there, the towering figure of Remington engulfing her from behind, his arms wrapped around her in an intimate embrace. The crisp, woody scent of his cologne invaded her senses, making her acutely aware of their proximity.

    She shifted ufortably, attempting to pull away. "I can handle it myself."

    "Stay still. You won''t get it clean properly. Don''t you find it gross?" Remington''s voice was a deep murmur, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.

    Indeed, Liz found the situation repulsive, which exined her dyed reaction and why she had allowed him to pull her close in the first ce.

    But was he taking too long?

    However, the thought of not being thoroughly clean, especially knowing it was Ste''s vomit, made Liz relent. After all, her silk blouse clung to her skin, leaving her no choice but to let Remington help.

    He squeezed some soap onto her sleeve, his movements gentle, perhaps sensing her impatience. "Don''t move; it''ll be just a moment."

    Liz, momentarily caught off guard, watched him from the mirror. His focus remained solely on the task at hand, his body barely touching hers, as if to reassure her of his intentions.

    Gradually, Liz''s tension eased, and she murmured an acknowledgment.

    Seeing him meticulously scrubbing her sleeve, she bit her lip. "Aren''t you a germophobe? It doesn''t bother you, dealing with Ste''s mess?"

    Remington paused, turning to her with a half-smile. "Ungrateful, aren''t you? Do you really think I''d bother if it weren''t for you?"

    His handsome features darkened with a mix of frustration and affection, but he didn''t let go. Once again, he had her close, using any excuse to hold her in his embrace.

    He didn''t want to lose this moment to anger or frustration. After carefully rubbing the wet fabric between his fingers, he added, "Liz, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending?"

    His voice carried a hint of suppressed mncholy and sadness. Liz''s eyshes fluttered.

    "Oh, please call me Ms. Madden."

    She despised Hans and had taken her family''s name back, bing Lizetta Madden, after returning to the Madden family. Remington knew this, yet in his frustration, heo reverted to using her first name.

    He nced at her through the mirror again. "Too hard to switch now. Can I just call you Liz? You haven''t changed that, have you?"

    The sleeve was now clean, and Liz didn''t bother arguing about what he should call her. It was clear he wouldn''t follow her wishes anyway.

    She twisted her wrist, signaling for Remington to let go. Heplied, turning off the tap.

    "Dry it off," he suggested.

    Liz moved to the hand dryer, the silk fabric drying quickly under the warm air.

    79 her sleeve, she found

    no trace of the stain, only the fresh

    scent of citrus soap. Conten &

    Liz smiled slightly. "Didn''t know Mr. Dashiell was so good atundry. You''ll be charging a service fee, I assume?"

    As she spoke, she pulled out a few bills from her purse, stuffing them into his suit pocket.

    Just as she was about to leave, Remington caught her, pulling her back gently. Liz spun around, her back hitting the wall as his tall frame cast a shadow over her. "What are you doing?" Liz frowned, her voice tense, her eyes wary.

    Remington looked down at her, the soft flutter of her eyshes casting delicate shadows across her nose, fluttering like butterfly wings, stirringThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    his heart with every tremb belongs to

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    His gaze darkened as it lingered on her plump, rosy lips. His voice was rough and tinged with heat. "If we''re talking aboutpensation forundry services, let''s settle the whole ount. I believe this isn''t the first time I''ve doneundry for you. Shouldn''t we also settle pastundry bills?"

    Lizetta paused, puzzled. "When have you ever doneundry for me..."

    She wanted to use him of making things up, but then, a vague memory surfaced. Indeed, Remington had once doneundry for her. It was her underwear.

    She was just over eight years old when she fell during PE ss at school and hurt her hand quite badly. Although a maid did herundry, she was too embarrassed to have her underwear washed by someone else and always did it herself. With her hand injured, the underwear sat unwashed for two days and was about to start smelling. She attempted to wash it with one hand.

    When Remington came home and opened the bathroom door, he found her with her chest soaked. He frowned, pulled her away intending to call the maid, but Lizetta, looking pitiful, insisted she could do it herself. She had only been with the Dashiell family for half a year and wasn''t considered a proper youngdy of the household, which made her less assertive in front of the servants. Moreover, she had already started, and having Remington call a maid felt like tattling behind her back. The stubborn girl returned to the sink to continue her clumsy attempt until Remington, out of irritation, pulled her away.

    Eventually, acting as her brother, he took over and washed her undergarments for nearly half a month until the scab on her hand fell off.

    Recalling these memories, Lizetta felt somewhat dazed. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and she realized she hadn''t thought about the past for a very long time. Thinking back on those days stirred an indescribable feeling in her heart.

    "It seems you do remember," Remington observed herplex expression and spoke softly. His tone was gentle, almost like a content sigh.

    Lizetta snapped back to reality, the memories and emotions dissolving like bubbles before her eyes. She pushed Remington away and pulled all the cash from her wallet, pping it against his chest, "Here, take all the cash. Happy now?"This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    She turned to leave. Remington caught the stack of bills, nced at them, and tucked them into his pocket without annoyance, nning to keep them as a memento. After all, it was a gift from her, a token of their connection.

    He followed her outside. Lizetta saw that the Madden family''s bodyguard was indeed waiting, but two security guards from the club stood by him, clearly having reluctantly let Remington in. Seeing Lizetta emerge, the bodyguard looked Uneasy. Lizetta nodded at him, not making things difficult, "Let''s go."

    ¦«

    The bodyguard had barely walked a few steps with Lizetta when Remington caught up to walk beside her. Noticing her nce at the bodyguard, Remington seemed to anticipate her concern and said, "I''ve taken care of the surveince."

    Indeed, Lizetta had intended to ask

    the bodyguard to handle the surveince, especially since Ste was stilling in the restroom, and they didn''t want to leave any evidence for the West family to follow up on. She turned to

    Remington, her lips parting slightly.

    Waving the cash in his hand, Remington teased, "Wanting to thank me again?"

    The polite words Lizetta had on the tip of her tongue got stuck. She simply looked ahead and quickened her pace.

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    "Mr. Dashiell, stop following me, I..."

    "I''m not following you. I was just leaving too. It seems like there''s only one way out from here to the exit."

    Lizetta, "..."

    His words made her feel as if she was being overly sensitive.

    Biting her lip, Lizetta quickened her pace.

    Eventually, both of them ended up in the elevator together. The presence of the man next to her was overwhelmingly strong, so Lizetta took out her phone and scrolled through Twitter for a bit. The trending topics were exploding.

    A video of Margaret chatting smugly with her friends in a private club room had gone viral.

    Following that, there was also footage of Mrs. Davis storming into the club and starting a shouting match, which was utterly captivating.

    #GloryMediaManiptingMedia

    #PlotTwistTheOtherWomanWasActuallyHim

    #PoorYnda

    #GloryMediaHeiressDeceiving ThePublic

    Did Margaret really think an apology would suffice?

    Clearly, from the start, Lizetta and Ynda had no intention of letting Margaret off easy.

    Lizetta wanted Margaret to experience the taste of being universally criticized online.

    But indeed, Glory Media held significant influence in the entertainment industry. Even with the Madden family''s support, Lizetta hadn''t anticipated the trending topics to skyrocket like this. She thought the spotlight would quickly be diverted away by Glory Media.

    Lifting her head, Lizetta caught a glimpse of Remington in the elevator mirror.

    Unexpectedly, she met his gaze.

    His eyes slightly narrowed, as if asking her what was wrong.

    After hesitating for a moment, Lizetta asked, "The trending topics..."

    Remington raised an eyebrow, "What about them?"

    He seemedpletely unaware.

    Could it be that he hadn''t interfered?

    Lizetta decided not to dwell on it and shook her head, "Nothing."

    ???;

    The Madden family was also venturing into the entertainment industry and had their own talent agency, Madden Dance, under its umbre.

    Although not asrge as Glory Media, thepany had been growing rapidly over the past few years.

    Jerome was also well aware of Ynda''s situation, and Lizetta figured it must have been his doing.

    Watching the ongoing barrage of trending topics and the apologyments flooding Ynda''s Twitter, Lizetta''s eyes softened.

    Yoli must be feeling relieved now, Lizetta thought, deciding to call Ynda.

    Ynda had been taken away by Cassius, and Lizetta was still worried.

    However, there was no answer from Ynda''s phone.

    As the elevator doors opened, Lizetta stepped out and dialed again.

    She hurried out of the club, waiting under the entrance portico for the Madden family''s security to bring the car around.

    A gust of wind blew by, and Lizetta reached to adjust her trench coat, but then the wind seemed to die down.

    Turning her head, she saw Remington silently standing a few steps away, seemingly blocking the wind for her.

    Considering her earlier misinterpretation, Lizetta said nothing and returned to her phone call.

    But her second attempt to reach

    Ynda also went unanswered set

    she

    called the bodyguard who had

    been assigned to follow Ynda.

    Surprisingly, the bodyguard''s phone was unreachable too.

    Lizetta''s worry deepened.

    With the situation escting online, she was concerned both about an unpleasant conversation between Cassius and Ynda and potential retaliation from the Miller family.

    Ynda was not safe, and she was growing anxious when Remington''s deep voice reached her.

    "Do you need me to call Cassius?"

    Lizetta, "..."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Ignoring him seemed increasingly difficult, yet in this moment, she realized she genuinely needed his help to make that call.

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    "Thanks for that," Lizetta nodded at Remington, her tone polite but distant, as if she wished she could draw a clear line between them. Remington''s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn''t say anything. Withoutint, he pulled out his phone and dialed Cassius''s number. However, there was no answer.

    After the call automatically ended, Remington looked at Lizetta. "Cassius has a ce not far from here, about a ten-minute drive. He might have taken Ynda there. Shall we go check it out?" By then, Cedric had slowly driven up and stopped in front of them.

    Remington stepped forward to open the car door, but Lizetta didn''t move. Instead, she gestured toward a car not far away and raised her voice. "I''ll take my own car, thanks. Just send me the address, Mr. Dashiell."Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    She casually waved her phone, walking towards the approaching Madden family car.

    Remington stepped aside slightly, his broad shoulders and long legs making it easy for him to block Lizetta''s path.

    "You''ll need to add me on WhatsApp so I can send you the address," he said, looking down at his phone.

    Lizetta''s lips curled slightly. "Can''t you just text it to me? If that''s too much trouble, you can tell me now. I''ll remember it."

    Remington was momentarily speechless. He had never realized how stubborn and challenging she could be.

    Seeing his hesitation, Lizetta raised an eyebrow in confusion.

    With a slight purse of his lips, Remington put away his phone and said in a neutral tone, "Just get in the car. I have some things to tell you about the West family."

    At the mention of the West family, Lizetta''s steps faltered slightly.

    Remington cracked a small smile, looking at her. "Cedric''s here. What, you think I''m going to eat you?"

    Cedric, who was looking back at them, inwardly sighed. He was just the driver; how did he end up being a tool in the president''s scheme to coax his wife into the car?

    But he promptly yed along, loudly saying, "Good evening, ma''am. Please, get in without worries."

    Lizetta rolled her eyes at Cedric''s

    overly sincere and almost sycophantic smile, thinking it seemed more like something a sketchy driver would do.

    Nevertheless, she bent downel

    got into the car, sitting near the door, with Remington following closely behind.

    As the car slowly pulled away, Remington instructed, "Head to LANG Vi."

    He noticed Lizetta''s hands sped together and added, "Turn up the heat a bit."

    Cedric immediatelyplied.

    Earlier, when Remington had helped Lizetta clean her sleeve in the restroom, he identally touched her arm and wrist, feeling how cold she was. Lizetta seemed particrly sensitive to the cold.

    Sitting quietly, Lizetta didn''t look up until Remington turned to her. She then lifted her gaze from her conversation with Ynda and looked at him. "What about the West family? You can talk now."

    Remington met her calm gaze, a hint of sadness shing in his deep eyes.

    It''s not a pleasant feeling, knowing that no matter how eager or cautious, angry or tormented you are, the other person remains utterly indifferent.

    Suddenly, Remington remembered

    Lizetta''s thick diary, carefully filled

    with her girlish thoughts and feelings, her unrequited hopes and dreams. He realized his feelings right now might be strikingly simr to hers back then.

    "Mr. Dashiell?"

    Lizetta noticed Remington''s silence and his somber expression, growing impatient as she tilted her head.

    Her hand gripping the phone turned white with tension. She couldn''t guess what he was thinking about or wanted to say, but his brooding look unnerved her, making her want to escape.

    Remington''s gaze flickered, snapping back to the present. His expression returned to normal as he spoke.

    "I''ve nted tyvo people within the

    West family. For over four months, I haven''t heard a peep about Hans or that night from Martin and Ste''s daily conversations. The father and daughter are tight-lipped; I can''t get anything out of them."

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    Lizetta paused momentarily, her mind racing. She knew Remington was reminding her that it was pointless to try and get anything out of Ste tonight, especially since she''d had too much to drink.

    But what she hadn''t anticipated was that Remington had people inside the West family. It seemed like he was still investigating Daisy''s case. Yet, that night, she distinctly heard him and Ray sneak out, clearly onto something.

    She had always assumed Remington had unearthed some damning evidence against the Wests but, for Ste''s sake, wouldn''t seek vengeance for Daisy. That day at the West''s, when she bumped into Ste, she pleaded with him to give Daisy justice, yet he still reached some form of settlement with the Wests.

    Lizetta''s disdain for the man had reached its peak, but now he was still investigating the West family. Earlier, in the restroom, his upromising attitude toward Ste didn''t seem like he was blindly protecting her...

    It was all so confusing to Lizetta, feeling like she was being kept in the dark about something. But she quickly pinched her fingertips, regaining herposure.

    How could she so easily waver in her views of him, thinking she had misunderstood him? Perhaps he was just feeding her lies, trying to keep her from digging further into the Wests.

    She nodded slightly, "I understand now."

    Cedric was driving, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his heart aching as he listened to Lizetta''s icy voice. Seeing Remington not offering any exnations, he blurted out in desperation, "Ma''am, you''ve got the boss all wrong. He really..."

    "Cedric! Focus on driving," Remington cut him off, seemingly knowing what Cedric was about to say.

    Cedric sighed, biting back his words, and looked straight ahead. Then, Remington''s phone rang. He took it out, nced at the screen, his expression darkening, and turned off the screen. However, the caller was persistent, ringing again shortly after.

    With a slight purse of his lips, Remington finally swiped to answer. The car fell silent as he held the phone to his ear, but Lizetta could still clearly hear the familiar, authoritative voice on the other end. "Remington, did you order someone to watch over Shirley as she knelt in the chapel?"

    It was Nathan Dashiell, his voice tinged with reproach.

    "Yes."

    Remington responded calmly, and Nathan''s displeased tone resounded once more.

    "Remington, what on earth did she do to deserve such punishment? Kneeling for twelve hours, her legs could be ruined! Enough is enough, this is ridiculous, Shirley knows she was wrong. Let her get up now."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s eyes were icy as he gazed out the window, the passing neon lights casting a cold glow. "She''s not a first-time offender. It''s time she learned her lesson."

    From the phone, Shirley''s wails were faintly audible, crying out for help. "Uncle, save me, please... my legs hurt so much, I really know I was wrong..."

    Then came Nathan''s sternmand. "Let her go. Is the Dashiell family''s youngdy someone you can just detain at will?"

    "Sorry, sir, we''re just following Mr. Remington Dashiell''s orders. Please don''t make it hard for us. If Mr. Remington Dashiell gives the word, we''ll release Miss Shirley Dashiell immediately." "Ray!"

    Nathan''s shout was unmistakably clear. Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered. When Remington had ordered the bodyguards to take Shirley back to the Dashiell family chapel to be punished, Lizetta hadn''t taken it seriously.

    Shirley was the only girl in her generation of the Dashiells and was usually doted on, which undoubtedly contributed to her spoiled behavior Lizetta had thought Shirley was merely being escorted away as a gesture, never imagining Remington was serious about the punishment, even having Ray personally oversee Shirley''s kneeling.

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    "Remington,e on, Shirley is a grown woman now, busy nning her wedding and all. Making her kneel in the ancestral hall for so long at a time like this? If word gets out, what will the Taylors think of her? Your sister could end up being ridiculed and looked down upon even before she''s married! Mrs. Dashiell, I''m begging you, let''s talk this out like a family. How about I apologize on Shirley''s behalf, and you let her get up?"

    On the other end of the phone, Shirley''s mother, Mrs. Dashiell''s voice quickly came through.

    Remington''s patience was already thinning, and he replied with a cold voice, "Instead of pleading with me, you might want to have a chat with her about her actions. Let''s make sure she learns her lesson well before she causes any real trouble, so she doesn''t get sent back from the Taylors and be aughing stock."

    Mrs. Dashiell was clearly taken aback by Remington''s blunt words.

    After a deep breath, she bit back, "Remington, it''s just a little spat between Shirley and Lizetta, just girls being girls. Was it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it? We''re all family here. It''s not right to make your own cousin suffer over an outsider."

    It was obvious that Mrs. Dashiell had already spoken to Shirley.

    Lizetta knew Shirley too well to expect her to tell the truth. Shirley had always been skilled at ying the victim and minimizing her faults in front of the elders.

    Lizetta scoffed silently. She didn''t want Remington to have to fight this battle for her, to face family turmoil on her behalf.

    That would make her feel indebted to Remington, something she wanted to avoid. She leaned over, attempting to take the phone from Remington to speak with Mrs. Dashiell herself.

    Just then, as she leaned in, the car suddenly swerved sharply.

    Lizetta lost her bnce, her fingers grazed the phone, brushing lightly along Remington''s jawline before touching his lips.

    And then, Lizetta found herself copsing onto hisp.

    Lying there, somewhat dazed,

    Lizetta didn''t immediately realize the

    tension in the air until she felt the muscles of Remington''s thighs tense under her, almost as if they were about to burst through his suit pants. His body''s warmth seeped into her cool fingertips.

    Suddenly, Lizetta snapped back to reality and tried to push herself up.

    But just as she did, the car dodged another obstacle, and she fell back down.

    Above her was Remington''s heavy gaze, his fragrance bing more overpowering.

    Meanwhile, Mrs. Dashiell''s voice, full of resentment and sarcasm, continued from the phone.

    "Remington, you need to move on

    from the divorce. Holding onto every

    little thing Lizetta does, that just

    shows you still have feelings for our

    family She''s noting back

    you. Why bother? I know plenty of sweet and understanding girls, I could set you up on some dates..."

    Remington''s gaze remained fixed on Lizetta, sprawled across hisp, her hair cascading around her. His heart thudded against his chest, his emotions fluctuating.

    He barely listened until Mrs. Dashiell''sst sentence, which he cut off with a sudden, icy tone, "No need. I''ve already seen the best; your suggestions don''t interest me."This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    With those cold words, he didn''t give Mrs. Dashiell a chance to plead further, ending the intrusive call.

    At the same time, he gently helped Lizetta to sit up.

    As Lizetta adjusted herself, Remington''s words, "I''ve already seen the best," lingered by her ear, his voice unexpectedly soft and warm, brushing past her ear and straight to her heart.

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    Liz brushed off Remington''s hand like she''d been zapped, straightening up but with the tips of her ears hidden beneath her messy hair warming slightly. She couldn''t tell if the blush was from the awkward encounter or his words just moments ago. But she was definitely not pleased with her reaction.

    Frowning, she looked up to stare at the back of Cedric''s head, about to demand an exnation when he nced in the rearview mirror, his voiceced with panic and apology.

    "Ma''am, I''m so sorry about that. Some rich kid in a sports car was weaving through traffic like a maniac, nearly caused us to rear-end him twice. My apologies, are you alright?"

    Seeing the genuine worry and regret in Cedric''s eyes, Liz couldn''t help but feel like she''d identally hopped into a dodgy ride.

    Before she could say anything, Remington coldly interjected, "If you can''t drive, consider your bonus gone!"

    Cedric trembled, "Yes, sir."

    What else could Liz say? Fortunately, they were slowly pulling into an upscale neighborhood. Soon, the car stopped in front of a three-story vi. Remington got out, "This is it. It''s chilly outside; stay in the car. I''ll go have a look."

    After telling Liz, he closed the car door behind him. Liz turned to look at the vi. There were lights on the first floor, but she couldn''t see any cars parked around. She wasn''t sure if Cassius had brought Ynda here.

    Wrapping her trench coat tighter around her, she followed suit and got out of the car. Whether Ynda was here or not, Liz was done with sketchy rides.

    Taking a few steps, she watched Remington''s tall figure enter the courtyard, quickly followed by a servant who came out to greet him. After a brief exchange, Remington waved dismissively and turned back toward Liz.

    "The servant hasn''t seen Cassius...

    Apparently, this vi got exposed by paparazzi, and he hasn''t been here for a while. But he''s been frequenting a penthouse a couple of streets over at Nova Harmony Inc. Let''s head there and continue our search," Remington signated for Liz to get back in the car.

    Liz almostughed. Did Mr. Dashiell, with his busy schedule, really n to go from ce to ce with her all night looking for someone? Was he nning to check every property Cassius owned?

    If he genuinely wanted to help herContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    find someone, he wouldn''t be aimlessly driving around himself; he would have instructed his people to look into it. She was being naive letting him lead her on this witd goose chase, thinking she was easy to fool.

    "No thanks, Ynda might have already headed back."

    Saying this nonchntly, Liz turned to walk towards her own car when Remington said, "The Madden family''s driver isn''t familiar with the area, and it''s rush hour. Let me drive you home."

    Just then, a car slowly approached,

    its headlights briefly illuminating Liz''s face, revealing the handsome man behind the wheel. She was slightly surprised, a smile curving on her lips as she quickened heppace to meet the approaching car.

    Remington, recognizing the neer as Jerome, abruptly reached out, grabbing Liz''s wrist as she passed by. She frowned and looked back.

    "Let go, my brother Jerome is here to pick me up. Really, Mr. Dashiell, there''s no need to trouble yourself."

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    Liz took another step towards Jerome''s car when she felt a firm grip on her wrist. Rem didn''t loosen his hold; instead, he tightened it, causing a slight numbness in Liz''s forearm.

    Frowning, Liz turned around to see Rem''s handsome face illuminated by the car headlights. Hisplexion was pale, making his drooping dark eyes seem even colder, shimmering with a chilling light. His lips slightly raised, "Since when do you call him that? Or did you do it just for me to hear?"

    Ever since that morning at the doorstep of the Madden family, Rem had been irked upon hearing Liz refer to Jerome in such a familiar way.

    He had stormed off in anger before, but even with mental preparation, he still couldn''t handle it, easily getting infuriated.

    "Mr. Dashiell, why would I do anything just for you to hear?" Liz bit her lip, displeased, implying he wasn''t that significant to her.

    She tried to pull her hand away again, but Rem''s jaw clenched tighter, his eyes full of dark jealousy.

    Out of the corner of his eye, Rem saw Jerome had parked and was unbuckling his seatbelt to get out. Suddenly, Rem bent down and scooped Liz up.

    Bang!

    Before Liz could react, she was stuffed into his car behind them. He followed, mming the door shut.

    "What are you doing!"

    Liz scrambled up from the seat, trying to open the door, but it locked with a click.

    Outside, Jerome was quickly approaching, bending down to knock forcefully on the window twice.

    Liz nced at Jerome outside, then red back at Rem.

    "Have you lost your mind, you..."

    She didn''t finish her question, as Rem suddenly leaned in, closing the space between them.

    His height and physique made him even more imposing in the confined space, enveloping Liz with his presence. She fell silent, instinctively shrinking back. "Remington!" she said, annoyed.

    "What did you call me?" he loomed over her, his handsome face stormy in the dim light of the car.

    Liz opened her mouth to speak, but he covered it with his hand before she could.

    "That''s not right!"

    Unable to speak, Liz red at him, furious.

    Rem had been behaving, gentle and amodating, like a docileThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

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    Little did she know, his dominating, coercive nature hadn''t changed at all. She moved to bite his hand, but he narrowed his eyes, darkly amused.

    "Go ahead, bite. What''s fair is fair. I won''t mind biting back once you''re done!"

    His words were deliberate, each one dripping with anticipation and excitement.

    Crazy!

    Liz immediately stopped any movement of her lips.

    Jerome''s knocking on the window turned to pounding, making Liz frown in embarrassment and frustration.

    "Promise me you won''t call him that, and I''ll let you out," Rem said, slightly loosening his grip.

    Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Why

    should I promise you anything?

    Jerome is the grandson my grandparents adopted, my legitimate brother. Why shouldn''t I call him brother? You''re being unreasonable."

    "You can call him ''big bro''!" Rem insisted, his voice deep.

    Liz pushed his hand away. "I already have a ''big bro''! I want to call Jerome ''brother''!"

    She was referring to Thad, and

    initially, she did want to call Jerome

    "big bro," but Jerome had suggested "brother" to avoid confusion.

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    She was still struggling with postpartum depression back then; returning to Zion City or seeing Remington again had never crossed her mind.

    It wasn''t about provoking Remington. But who knew he''d react like a madman upon hearing the news?

    "Just call him brother already!" Remington''s voice was deep and firm once again.

    Lizetta''s chest heaved slightly. "Why should I listen to you? Open the car door, or I''m calling the cops!"

    As she reached for her phone, Remington just watched her.

    "Go ahead, call them. I won''t let you out of the car unless you agree to call him brother."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    His voice was cold and stubborn.

    Lizetta paused, her finger hovering over the dial button, realizing he wasn''t joking.

    Even if the police came, he wouldn''t let her go. She couldn''t afford to lose face over something so trivial, not when he was ready to lose everything.

    Outside the car window, Jerome was visibly getting anxious and impatient, knocking on the window more forcefully.

    "Mr. Dashiell, open the door this instant!" he demanded.

    Lizetta closed her eyes for a moment, tired and exasperated as she looked at Remington.

    "Can you stop being so childish? It''s just a title..."

    Her words were cut off by his hoarse voice.

    "But the title ''brother'' is rightfully mine, holding all our memories and stories, Liz. You can resent me, hate me, ignore me, but you can''t cruelly erase the pure memories we shared..."

    Perhaps the atmosphere in the car was too oppressive, but Lizetta could hear a slight tremble in his voice.

    She opened her mouth to speak, but the words got stuck.

    She thought back to earlier in the country club''s restroom, when he mentioned washing clothes forher as achild, and her mind flooded with simr moments.

    Memories came crashing over her like waves, nearly overwhelming her.

    She had grown from a child to a woman at the Dashiell family home, by Remington''s side.

    The brother had been there through

    every phase of her life. As she

    struggled to breathe, she saw him

    slightly turn his head, ayer of sadness glistening in his deep, cool eyes.

    "Liz, even if we''re not spouses or lovers, I''m still your brother. You can''t call anyone else brother unless I''m dead!"

    Or, if she called someone else brother, he''d make sure they wouldn''t live to hear it again.

    Even if she no longer called him brother, he wanted her to only think of him when she thought of a brother, no one else.

    Remington turned back to her, his gaze cold again, but his expression more obsessive than ever.

    Lizetta had no doubts; if she resisted, he would only get crazier.

    Her throat felt choked, and with a tremble of her lips, she heard

    Jerome outside, clearly b

    more worried, instructing hiso bodyguards.

    "I get it, I''ll think about it! Now open the car door!"

    Though she didn''t agree outright, Remington knew her well enough to know she was serious.

    He softened, quickly pinching Lizetta''s puffed-up cheeks like he used to when they were younger.

    "I''ll take that as a yes."

    Leaning forward, he opened the car door.

    Lizetta quickly stepped out, and the next second, Jerome, looking worried, pulled her aside.

    Meanwhile, with a nce from Jerome...

    Bang!

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    Bang, bang, bang.

    A series of heavy thuds followed by the sound of shattering ss.

    The moment Lizetta Madden stepped out of her car, the Madden family''s bodyguard swung a golf club with all his might at the windshield of Remington''s car. The windshield splintered into pieces.

    Lizetta was startled, but Jerome quickly covered her ears, turned her around, and she didn''t see what had happened.

    "What''s going on?" Lizetta asked, looking up at Jerome.

    Jerome let her go, his gaze softening as he offered a reassuring smile. "You okay?"

    Lizetta nodded at him, and by then, Remington had already bent down to exit his car.

    When the ss had shattered, he was still inside, some of the fragmentsnding on his shoulders and sleeves.

    Now, as the man stepped out of the car, shaking off the shards, his cold gaze fixed on Jerome.

    Seeing Jerome protect Lizetta, and her calm and trusting presence within Jerome''s embrace, Remington felt a familiar frustration tightening in his chest. "Quite the show of force, Mr. Madden," Remington said coolly.

    It was only then Lizetta noticed Remington''s Maybach, its front windshield brutally smashed.

    She looked up at Jerome in shock, but Jerome simply ced aforting hand on her shoulder and addressed Remington with a steady voice.

    "Can''t say it matches Mr. Dashiell''s knack for trapping people. I was just too worried about my sister. If my reaction was a bit much, my apologies, Mr. Dashiell." Hearing Jerome''s concern and remembering her own depression from being confined by Remington, Lizetta felt a warmth in her heart.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    She grabbed Jerome''s coat sleeve. "I''m really okay. Let''s head back."

    Then, turning to Remington, her voice was cool. "Mr. Dashiell, you started this with your disrespect. Don''t me others for reacting."

    The frustration in Remington''s chest felt like a boulder, making it hard to breathe, leaving him feeling isted and deste.

    Jerome had smashed his car.

    And before he could confront Jerome, Lizetta was already defending another man.

    The one at a loss here was clearly him.

    The sour sense of injustice filled Remington''s chest, leaving him speechless with lips pursed tight.

    Jerome patted Lizetta''s shoulder. "Of course, Mr. Dashiell, if you requirepensation, feel free to contact my assistant. Goodbye."

    With that, Jerome escorted Lizetta to his car.

    Remington watched, fists clenched, as Jerome carefully helped Lizetta into the car, chatting andughing with her as they drove away into the night. When the Madden family''s car had disappeared, Cedric, who had been waiting quietly to the side, approached with a sigh.

    "Boss, I''ve called Christ to bring

    evel

    another car, but it''ll take a while. Why don''t you wait inside Mr.

    Sterling''s mansion? I''ll call you when the car arrives."

    Seeing the broken ss everywhere, Cedric felt frustrated on behalf of his boss.

    What a night it had been.

    Busy dealing with Ms. Miller and Ms.

    West, confronting adversaries,

    searching the city for Lizetta, and

    then, without a word, his car got smashed, and Lizetta seemed to think it was justified...

    Cedric was almost tempted to advise his boss to move on, considering the difficulty of winning back an ex-wife.

    Yet, looking at Remington''s silent, forlorn figure, Cedric doubted his advice would matter.

    He ventured again, "Boss, maybe

    you should tell her about Mrs. Hanna Dashiell and that damn Dr. White. She clearly misunderstands you. she knew the truth about that night, that you weren''t just covering for the West family, that you did take action, maybe she wouldn''t be so hostile..."

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    Lizetta had barely left Zion City when Remington discovered the identity of the mysterious woman who had scuffled with Hogan in the hospital parking lot. To his shock, the woman turned out to be Dr. Karen, an OBGYN at Dashiell Memorial Hospital-the very doctor who had attended to Lizetta that fateful night.

    Remington suspected that Hogan had bribed Dr. Karen to interfere, which ultimately led to Daisy''s tragic demise. Unfortunately, Karen had vanished without a trace, and Hogan, in his attempt to flee Zion City, found himself cornered by the police and the Dashiell family. In a dramatic turn of events, his car crashed through a bridge railing and plummeted into the river below. When the car was retrieved, Hogan was nowhere to be found, his fate unknown.

    Upon hearing the news, Remington shot Cedric a frosty look, his gaze alone silencing any retort Cedric might have had. "You better not jump the gun or spread rumors!"

    Intimidated, Cedric covered his mouth with his hand, not daring to speak further. Remington then turned away, his gaze lost in thought.

    Lizetta had started to move on from the ordeal, and he had no intention of stirring up more turmoil for her by revealing that Hogan''s actions, driven by a desire to possess her, had led to Daisy''s demise. Knowing Lizetta, she would me herself even more, and that was thest thing Remington wanted. Besides, the investigation had hit a dead end with Karen and Hogan''s disappearance.

    Meanwhile, in the car, Lizetta was on the phone with Ynda, chatting away as Jerome drove slowly towards an intersection, ncing at her. "Why are you with him?"

    Lizetta looked up from her phone, exining casually, "Just ran into him at the club, and he insisted on helping. Why not take advantage of that?"

    Her tone was light, seemingly indifferent, as if she was truly immune to Remington''s charms. Jerome, however, knew better. She wasn''t as carefree as she imed. Every time Lizetta lied, her blink rate would increase noticeably.

    He tensed his grip on the steering wheel but didn''t call her out, simply responding, "That''s good to hear. Grandpa and Grandma were worried sick about you getting hurt again in Zion City. I promised to look after you, don''t make me look bad."

    Lizettaughed, "I won''t, bro..."

    She was about to call him brother,

    but suddenly, the image of Remington hurt and possessive the car, along with his

    words shed before her eyes. Memories of her brother, long

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    causing her to falter.

    With a frown, Lizetta quickly looked away, hastily changing the subject, "Yoli''s been unreachable, I''m really worried. Can you help me find her?¡±

    Jerome noticed the unfinished

    address and the sudden shift in conversation, realizing how quickly Remington had overshadowed the rapport he had been building with Lizetta over months.

    With a sigh masked by a smile, he reassured her, "Don''t worry, I''ve checked. Ms. Ynda''s already back at Maple Cottage."

    Lizetta was startled, "What? Yoli''s back? But why can''t I reach her or the bodyguard?"

    "Ms. Ynda probably missed your calls while she was freshening up, and the bodyguard seems to have lost his phone at the club," Jerome exined.

    Lizetta frowned, puzzled at the

    convenient loss of the bodyguard''s phone. Could Remington be behind this too, tricking her into running around with him, ying her for a fool?

    The nerve of him! And to think she was about to call him ''brother'' again. In his dreams.

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    Liz remembered the conversation she had with Remington about the West family while they were in the car. Fiddling with thece on her blouse, she turned to Jerome. "Bro, has there been any progress on the whole Hans kidnapping me issue?"

    Once Liz returned to the Madden family, Nelson wasn''t about to let his granddaughter''s ordeal go uninvestigated. Nelson had Jerome use the Maddens'' considerable resources to dig deeper into the West family''s affairs. But in the past few months, Jerome hadn''t mentioned any updates. "Why the sudden change in how you address me?"

    Jerome''s head snapped towards Liz, his sharp senses picking up on the subtle shift in her words. Though it was a small change, it felt significantly different to him.

    Caught under Jerome''s intense gaze, Liz''s eyshes fluttered, and she shifted her gaze away, a touch of guilt coloring her actions. "Ah? No reason... It''s just, I''m not a kid anymore. Using cutesy nicknames feels a bit embarrassing all of a sudden," Liz chuckled, sticking out her tongue slightly, her ears and cheeks flushing with a tinge of awkwardness.

    She wasn''t usually one to act so coy, but it was all to cover up her nervousness.

    Jerome''s eyes darkened, but he couldn''t bring himself to press the issue further, choosing instead to drop the topic. "As for the West family, we haven''t uncovered anything substantial yet. If there''s any progress, you''ll be the first to know, okay?"

    Liz smiled and nodded, then yawned, her eyes fluttering closed with fatigue.

    Jerome nced at her again, his gaze deepening as he pondered and hesitated. Truth be told, while they hadn''t found a direct link between the West family and Hans, they had thoroughly investigated Hanna and Hogan''s situation. Chapter 743 1

    Yet, like Remington, they deliberately kept Hanna and Hogan''s situation from Liz. Now, seeing Liz still so determined to uncover the truth, Jerome felt a mix of helplessness and unease. He wondered if she would ever resent or be angry with them for keeping secrets from her. Chapter 743 2

    Why pretend? Was it to avoid facing him? Had a single night spent with Remington changed her this much?

    Jerome''s motion to retreat froze at this realization. He leaned closer, the faint scent of jasmine from her filling his senses. Liz tensed up, the unfamiliar closeness sending a shiver through her, making it impossible to keep up the pretense. She abruptly opened her eyes.

    But Jerome seemed to have noThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.

    intention of making her

    ufortable. It was as if he was an experienced hunter ying with his prey, calmly waiting for her

    give up the act. Their eyes merend

    a tender, teasing smile flickered through his deep eyes as he softly said, "Liz, I''ve been thinking about going back to my original surname. What do you think?"

    Frozen in ce, Liz found her mind struggling to process his words. Their faces were so close, their noses almost touching. She held her breath, fearing that even a slightly deeper breath would bring their lips together. She remained still, caught in the moment. Beep! Beep beep!

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    Two car horns red suddenly from thene next to them, startling Lizetta. She instinctively pushed her hand against Jerome''s shoulder.

    Jerome, in turn, moved a bit to the side, casting a cold nce at the sleek ck Bentley next to them. His gaze seemed to pierce through the tinted windows, locking eyes with the curious observer inside.

    Lizetta, however, didn''t give it much thought, assuming the other car had just happened to honk its horn. Her mind snapped back to the present, urging Jerome.

    "The light''s green."

    Jerome withdrew his gaze, gently tucking a stray lock of Lizetta''s hair behind her ear, before leisurely pulling the car back into traffic.

    "You haven''t answered my question yet."

    His eyes briefly scanned the Bentley that was keeping pace with them, before he looked back at Lizetta.

    The question.

    Right, Jerome had mentioned he wanted to revert to his originalst name. Harris-his mother''s surname.

    "Why do you suddenly want to go back to it?"

    Jerome''s lips twitched slightly. ¡°I took the Madden name because Grandpa was worried I was too young and vulnerable on my own. Now that you''ve returned to the Madden family, with a legitimate heiress in the family, and you''re set to join thepany, I should revert to my original surname.¡±This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    The majority of the Madden family''s business was now managed by Jerome and his brother-inw, Conrad. Andrea, still in college, hadn''t yet joined Madden Enterprises.

    Lizetta, however, was different from Andrea. Despite being the same age, Lizetta had already graduated. Nelson intended for her to start learning the ropes at Madden Enterprises now.

    Jerome''s desire to revert to his original surname was also a deration that only Ms. Madden was the legitimate heiress of the Madden family.

    Lizetta understood his intention and

    quickly waved her hands, saying, "No, no, I trust you, really, it''s not necessary! Besides, Grandma and Grandpa have always treated you like their own grandson. If you suddenly change your name, it would hurt them, and I don''t want that."

    Jerome, however, looked at Lizetta intently, insisting.

    "I know you don''t care about these things, but Liz, don''t you understand the deeper reason why I want to change it back?" Chapter 744 2

    Lizetta''s fingers curled in, her gaze swiftly shifting away as she said hurriedly, "I think things are fine as they are, really!"

    Jerome''s grip on the steering wheel tightened, a sh of sadness and disappointment crossing his eyes. The conversation left the car in silence.

    Meanwhile, in the ck Bentley driving alongside, not too far behind, Cedric nced at the CEO emanating a chill from the back seat, timidly suggesting. "Sir, Maple Cottage is just ahead. Mr. Madden has already spotted us. Maybe we should stop following?"

    What was the point? If they hadn''t followed, they wouldn''t have witnessed that heart-wrenching scene. Now, how would the CEO find peace tonight? Besides, after today''s incident with their car being vandalized, Cedric feared this car''s Windows might be next.

    "Are they together?"

    OV

    However, Remington seemed not to hear Cedric''s question, only asking this. His voice wasden with so much unspeakable sorrow, Cedric hurriedly replied. "Definitely not! It was just the angle, like in movies when they fake kiss scenes. Plus, thedy pushed Mr. Madden away! They''re definitely not together!" "Let''s head back."

    Cedric''s analysis offered nofort to Remington, who closed his eyes wearily, his instructions sounding strained, as if squeezed from a heavy chest.

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    Lizetta was utterly oblivious to the fact that she had been followed all the way back to Maple Cottage.

    The moment she got out of the car, she dashed towards Jerome and blurted out, "Bro, I''m really worried about Yoli, I''m heading up first, okay?"

    Jerome paused for a second, watching her sprint towards the house before slowly closing the car door behind him. He called out, "Don''t forget toe with me to the office tomorrow."

    "Yeah, got it, goodnight," Lizetta didn''t turn back, merely waving her hand as her figure vanished into the distance.

    Rushing upstairs, Lizetta slowed down only when she reached the second floor. Despite trying to dodge Jerome, her concern for Ynda was genuine.

    She knocked twice before pushing the door open to Ynda''s guest room.

    Ynda was just by the bed, unplugging her phone from the charger. Seeing Lizetta, she turned with a smile and exined, "Had to take a shower, missed your call. I''ve been too scared to log into WhatsApp these past few days." "You can log in now," Lizetta said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

    Ynda nodded vigorously, "Right, now it''s Margaret who''s too scared to check her social media! Feels so good."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    The inte was aze with criticism towards Margaret for deceiving the public and manipting the media.

    Along with Glory Media being dragged through the mud, especially with videos showcasing Margaret''s arrogant demeanor, treating the sidelining of artists as routine practice.

    Their controversial actions had sparked outrage among the public.

    Now, fans of many artists under Glory Media were in an uproar, fearing their beloved idols might also have suffered at Margaret''s hands.

    Ynda felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

    "Come on, sit down," she motioned for Lizetta to sit on the bed.

    Puzzled, Lizettaplied, "What''s up?"

    No sooner had she sat down than Ynda leaned over, resting her head on Lizetta''sp.

    "I''m clinging to Florence''s mighty leg! How lucky am I, Ynda, to have spotted Liz, my golden pir, early on!"

    Lizetta couldn''t help butugh, pushing her away lightly.

    "My legs aren''t thick! Stop joking around, don''t think I''ll forget to ask about you and Cassius!"

    Ynda''s expression darkened slightly, but seeing Lizetta''s concern, she shrugged and said, "There''s not much to tell, really. Mrs. Sterling approached me, you know how it is."

    Ynda''s sarcastic smile made Lizetta understand immediately.

    After all, Lizetta had also faced her fair share of troubles with Hanna.

    She hugged Ynda

    sympathetically, "And you haven''t told Cassius about this? Maybe he doesn''t want to tie the knot with the Miller family. Judging by his attitude towards Margaret tonight, he didn''t seem to care much."

    Ynda scoffed, "So what? If it''s not Margaret, it''ll be someone else. It will never be me, Ynda."

    "Have you talked to him about it?" Lizetta asked softly, her heart aching for her friend.

    It was clear to her that Ynda genuinely cared for Cassius, much more than she let on.

    Sometimes, those who appear the most carefree are the ones who hurt the most, quietly bearing scars unseen by others.

    Ynda forced a smile, "He drove

    me home, barely said a few words.

    ul

    Then his family and the Millers kept calling him. He had to go to the hospital, told me to wait for his call. But he''s probably still there, dealing with Ms. Miller''s emergency."

    Lizetta felt a pang of empathy, immediately deciding that Cassius needed to be kept at arm''s length.

    She took Ynda''s hand, "Yoli, my brother knows plenty of decent and outstanding guys. How about I ask him to set you up on a few dates?"

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    Ynda immediately nodded in support, "Absolutely! Kicking a jerk to the curb definitely calls for a dating spree with like seventy or eighty guys for a proper heartbreak rehab! Let''s get it scheduled, I''m all in!" After leaving Ynda''s room, Lizetta returned to her own bedroom. She took a shower, got into bed, and picked up her cellphone from the nightstand.

    She intended to set an rm but noticed a few texts from an unknown number.

    Curiosity piqued, she opened the messages, her eyes twinkling slightly.

    [ I saw it. ]

    [ He kissed you! ]

    [ You actually let him kiss you! ]

    [ Are you two an item now? Are you seriously considering letting him be the inw of the Madden family? ]

    Lizetta, "......

    Only then did she realize that the timely honks she heard earlier were actually from Remington.

    At that moment, she had thought of him as a knight in shining armoring to her rescue, but now she just wanted to drag the jerk out and boot him into next week. Total stalker vibes!

    Her finger hovered over the screen, ready to block the number.

    Just then, another text came in.

    [ Did you brush your teeth thoroughly? Do it a few more times!

    Lizetta rolled her eyes, too annoyed to entertain his increasingly ridiculous harassment. Yet, the man sent another text.

    [ He forced that kiss on you, and you weren''t even mad. Next time we meet, I''m going for it too. ]

    Lizetta, "!!"

    This lunatic.

    Worried he might actually try something, she frowned and quickly typed a response.

    [You dare!]

    No sooner had she sent the message than her phone abruptly rang.

    It was Remington calling.

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    "Liz? You''re actually taking my call?"

    His voice, slightly husky yet unmistakably thrilled, filled the room.

    Lizetta held the phone as if it were a hot potato.

    After a moment''s hesitation, she didn''t hang up, not wanting to seem cowardly.

    In a cold voice, she said, "Mr. Dashiell, stop texting me! And about what you just said..."

    She trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.

    On the other side, Remington seemed utterly unbothered, chuckling softly before replying.

    "What about forcing a kiss? You agreed? Or, are you, like me, looking forward to it?"

    His voice, low and maic over the phone, was teasing and provocative.

    Lizetta felt her ears burn with embarrassment and anger.

    "Who''s looking forward to it! I''m calling to tell you, if you dare try anything, I''m done with you!"

    ¡°So, you''re willing to talk to me now?¡±N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Remington''s voice grew lighter, yfully misinterpreting her words. She was missing the point entirely.

    Lizetta

    teeth introtchless, grinding her

    Just as she was

    about to angrily hang up, he

    Suquickly

    added,

    ¡°But he forced a kiss on you, and you weren''t even mad, Liz. Why the double standards now?¡±

    Fuming, Lizetta blurted out,

    "Which eye of yours saw us kissing? There was no forceful kiss, you..."

    She stopped mid-sentence when she heard his soft, amused chuckle on the other end, realizing there was no point in exining herself to this jerk.

    Annoyed, she pulled the phone away and hung up.

    sw nove

    Yet, as if Remington had anticipated her reaction, his voice softly reached her before the call ended.

    "Goodnight, sweetheart..."

    Lizetta tossed the phone aside as if it burned her, muttering, ¡°Sweetheart, my foot!¡±

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    The next day, Lizetta sprang out of bed bright and early, spending an hour in the dance studio before taking a quick shower and getting ready. It was only then that she went to knock on Ynda''s bedroom door. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, Ynda leaned heavily on Lizetta as she opened the door. "Ugh, why so early?"

    She had stayed upte scrolling through her phone, getting caught up in the drama between Margaret and Glory Media, too excited to sleep until the crack of dawn. The online bacsh over the past few days had taken a toll on her sleep, leaving dark circles under her eyes, making her look as if a goblin had sucked her dry of vitality.

    Lizetta had hoped that Ynda, having gotten her revenge and resolved the issue, would be full of energy today. Seeing her in such a state, she figured Cassius must have broken Ynda''s heart.

    Wrapping her arms around Ynda, she offered gentle pats offort. "Babe, we''re shining stars, you know. Your Twitter followers have shot up by over thirty thousand sincest night, and it''s still climbing. Time to get up and hustle! Let''s make some dough and keep those young studs, shall we?" Lizetta encouraged.

    The mention of her skyrocketing followers sparked life in Ynda, who grinned and said, "Haha, Liz, did you know? Richard was blowing up my phonest night, crying and begging for forgiveness, pleading for me toe back. He ignored me yesterday, but today, he''s not even in my league. What a turnaround, living the dream!"This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Richard, the head of Ynda''s talent agency, had previously turned his back on her to avoid offending Margaret, refusing to rify the situation and choosing instead to freeze Ynda out. By not standing by her, the agency had contributed to Ynda''s rapid fall from grace. Chapter 747 1

    But Ynda had better prospects now, nning to sign with Madden Media and sticking close to Lizetta.

    Chapter 747 2

    Though it might not have the star-making power of Glory Media, Madden Media had diversified its services to include film production, graphic design, multimedia development, and more, carving out its own niche in the industry.

    Lizetta''s decision to join Madden Media was influenced by her own background in music and dance, as well as her grandfather Nelson''s wish for her to gain experience in her mother''spany to pave the way for a future role in the Madden Group.

    As Lizetta and Ynda made their way downstairs, Jerome was already waiting in the dining room, Dressed to impress in a dark blue tailored suit with a royal blue tie and sapphire cufflinks, his attire

    §Ý§à§è

    highlighted his refined and-posed demeanor.

    After a pleasant breakfast, a servant reminded them as they were about to leave, "Sir, Miss, a Maybach has been parked outside for a couple of hours now, and it''s still there."

    Jerome''s gaze darkened slightly, and a flicker of annoyance crossed Lizetta''s face, ready to confront whatever awaited them outside.

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    Remington must have lost his marbles, seriously considering ditching his mogul status to go full-time stalker? Ynda, upon hearing about the Maybach, couldn''t help but frown and asked, "What''s the license te?"

    The butler reported swiftly, and Ynda, annoyed, said, "Must be Cassius."

    Lizetta, ".

    Remembering Ynda''s haggard look from the morning, Lizetta chuckled but still turned to Ynda with concern. "Do you still want to see him?"

    Ynda''s eyes shed with irritation as she shook her head. "Old mes are dead, never looking back."

    Jerome raised an eyebrow, his gaze casually sweeping over Lizetta before nodding. "Well said."

    Lizetta, oblivious to Jerome''s look, saw Ynda''s determined expression and turned to face Jerome, tugging at his sleeve. "Bro, do me a solid, yeah? Yoli''s about to be our very own star under the Madden Group banner. Protecting our own is your duty, Mr. Madden." Her slender, pale fingers pinched his suit sleeve, gently shaking it with a hint of yfulness in her voice and actions.

    Jerome, with a helpless smile, said, "What do you want me to do?"

    Lizetta''s eyes sparkled. "Anything, as long as you scare him off. You do your thing, bro."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta gave Jerome a fist bump, her face all encouragement.

    Ynda, holding her cheeks, shed Jerome a ttering smile. "I think Mr. Madden doesn''t even need to do anything. Just standing somewhere would bury someone in the dust, seriously!"

    Jerome, unable to resist their antics, showed a mix of helplessness and fondness in his smile. "Enough with the ttery, let''s go."

    Outside Maple Cottage, in the Maybach.

    "Cassius, they seem to being out."

    Cassius''s assistant, Sam, reminded him.

    Cassius, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, immediately opened his eyes and looked outside.

    Through the wrought iron gate of the courtyard, he indeed saw Ynda''s figure. He quickly straightened his clothes and stepped out of the car. Chapter 748 1

    He left the hospital and tried calling Ynda, only to find out she had blocked all his contacts.

    He had to ask Remington to find out Ynda was staying with the Madden family, not even returning home, and had been waiting here. However, as he approached the gate, he saw a Phantom pulling up in front of the three of them.

    Lizetta

    got into the back seat on her own, and then Ynda was still standing there, chatting warmly with the tall figure of Jerome. Ynda''s face bore a radiant smile, looking up at Jerome with eyes shining in the morning light, disying open focus and admiration. Chapter 748 2

    At that moment, a butler hurried out, holding a white cashmere coat and sunsses in his hands.

    Jerome immediately turned and

    took a few steps to take the coat draping it gently over Ynda''s shoulders, then opened the

    §Ö

    sunsses and bent down to help her put them on.

    Far from refusing, Ynda even reached out to help Jerome adjust his tie.

    The back-and-forth between the two looked just like a couple heading out for work in the morning.

    Cassius''s vision darkened, his face turning a shade of steel.

    He took a couple of steps forward and called out sharply.

    "Ynda! Come here!"

    In the courtyard, the two standing together finally turned his way. Cassius''s eyes narrowed, gesturing towards Ynda.

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    The next moment, Ynda acted as if she hadn''t seen him at all, retracting her gaze and straightening Jerome''s suit cor, as if urging him. Jerome then also looked away, wrapping his arm around Ynda''s shoulder, personally guiding her into the passenger seat. Afterward, he walked around the

    car, took his ce behind the wheel, and as the vehicle approached, the wrought iron gate slowly swung open.

    Cassius stood in front of the gate, blocking the way, his gaze burning with anger as he stared into the car at Ynda. His expression was that of a husband who had caught his wife in the act, and Ynda rolled down the window, extending her hand in a wave. Seeing she obviously wanted to speak with him, Cassius''s handsome face rxed slightly, thinking that if this woman could exin everything clearly and say some nice things, he wasn''t beyond forgiving her. He stepped towards the passenger side, intending to pull open the door and drag Ynda out.

    A streak of light flew out from inside the car, striking Cassius in the face. Before Cassius could see what it was, the slowly departing car suddenly elerated, speeding away and leaving Cassius far behind.

    "Ynda!" Cassius stared at the receding taillights, calling out in a deep voice. Ynda, with her hand resting on the car window, flipped him off in a defiant gesture before finally withdrawing her hand.

    When the car had disappeared, an infuriated Cassius looked down to see a tinum diamond bracelet thrown at his feet. It was the only gift he had ever given Ynda, discarded as if it were nothing, lying at his feet. Damn woman! Cassius''s forehead veins throbbed as he stepped on the bracelet, grinding it underfoot in frustration before turning to leave.

    Forty minutester, Cassius, seething with anger, barged into Remington''s office. "Remi, you need to control your ex-wife. If she wants to get back at you, fine, but why is she taking it out on me? Why is she introducing all sorts of sketchy guys to Ynda?"

    Remington looked up from the documents in front of him, his gaze cold. Cedric stood to the side, looking at Cassius as if he were an idiot. Mr. Sterling really had some nerve. If their boss could control his ex-wife, would he be sitting here, analyzing a rival''s information?

    And there it was, talk of revenge and a litany ofints about his wife, hitting all of Remington''s sore spots with uncanny uracy. Sure enough, Remington''s lips parted, and what came out was both cold andced with a warning.

    "Cassius, if you don''t keep that mouth of yours shut, I might have to call a doctor over to stitch it up for you right now."

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    "Is this the guy you were talking about?" Remington asked, noting Cassius''s agitated state with a raised eyebrow.

    "Who else could it be? Remi, howe you have his files?" Remington had been digging into Jerome''s background, a strategic move to know his enemy as well as he knew himself for guaranteed victory. But he wasn''t about to tell Cassius that he felt threatened by a rival.

    Instead of answering, he countered, "What exactly happened just now that''s got you so worked up?"

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    Cassius was in a foul mood, his thoughts a tangled mess. At the prompt, he spilled everything about the morning''s events, adding, "I know Ynda was wronged, but Margaret got hereuppance too. This whole drama has blown up enough, hasn''t it? And it''s not like I was the one stirring trouble online. Why''s sheshing out at me? I went to the hospital to check on the Miller family, for her sake. After escaping the hospital, I scoured the city for her, even bought her a gift. But then she just flirts with some other guy right in front of me! If she doesn''t take a good, hard look at herself this time, I''m not letting it slide so easily!"

    However, Remington wasn''t really listening to Cassius''s litany ofints. In his mind, the notion that Jerome and Ynda had anything real between them was ludicrous. Jerome''s sights were clearly set on Lizetta; any flirtation with Ynda was likely a show for Cassius''s benefit. Considering Jerome and Ynda barely knew each other, Jerome''s behavior had to be at Lizetta''s behest. No woman would push the man she loves into another''s arms, not even as an act.

    After letting Cassius vent, Remington nced up, a smirk teasing the edge of his lips, much to Cassius''s dismay.

    "Remi, are you making fun of me?"

    Remington''s deep eyes sparkled with restrained amusement. "You''re overthinking it. I''m just in a good mood," he replied, standing up to straighten his jacket before instructing Cedric, "Let''s prep for the meeting." As he strode out of the office, he noticed Cassius''s gloomy expression and, in a gesture of what could only be described as humanitarian concern, pped him on the back. "The investigation report is on the house." Leaving the office, Remington walked briskly away, even borrowing another assistant''s phone to shoot Lizetta a quick text.

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    Lizetta scanned the area with an unfazed smile and nodded, "Sure. Just let me know what I can help with or if there''s any particr project I should be focusing on."

    Her humble approach earned her a nod from Laura. "Take your time to settle in. If you really want to get started, maybe see if any of your colleagues need a hand with something."

    After Laura retreated to her office,This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Lizetta''s smile faded. It was clear Laura had no intention of assigning her any significant projects. As she approached her new workspace, her phone buzzed with messages from an unknown number.

    A sense of foreboding washed over her. But she had blocked Remington''s number the night before. Had the Dashiell Group gone under, forcing Remington into the phone card business?

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    Lizetta Gardenia opened the text message and read its content.

    "Congrattions on your new job! I''ve prepared a little something for you, it should be arriving any moment now. Enjoy your first day."

    The fact that Remington Dashiell knew about her joining Madden Media so quickly didn''t surprise her. In Zion City, Rem seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere. "Lizetta Madden, there''s a delivery for you."

    Lost in thought, Lizetta was brought back to the present by the sound of footsteps and a young woman''s voice behind her.

    Turning around, she saw the receptionist carrying arge cardboard box towards her. Lizetta quickly reached out to take it, cing it on the table with a word of thanks. However, the receptionist, Snow, lingered, leaning in with curiosity.

    "The guy who dropped this off was in a suit. Who is he to you? What''s in such a big box? Need some help with it?"N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Her face was lit with a sweet smile, her eyes brimming with curiosity, her demeanor friendly and enthusiastic.

    Lizetta thanked her again, declining the offer, but Snow insisted on helping.

    As Lizetta opened the box, she worried about what extravagant item Remington might have sent. However, the contents left her momentarily stunned. Inside were all sorts ofmon, yet useful items.

    There was a soft throw pillow, a beautiful desk ornament, a calendar, a small mirror, a rechargeable hand warmer, a tiny vase, a coffee mug, a mouse pad... A plethora of useful items, even including a pair of soft slippers at the bottom.

    "Wow, how pretty and cute! Lizetta, is the sender your boyfriend by any chance? This is just too thoughtful. And look, there''s even a bunch of roses." Snow''s voice was filled with envy, drawing the attention of two other young female coworkers.

    Lizetta, not fond of being the center of attention, replied with a subdued smile, "No, these are just some things I arranged to have delivered myself."

    Snow remembered the man who made the delivery, who definitely didn''t look like your average courier, but more like a butler or driver from a wealthy household.

    Picking up the roses, she said, "You even prepared flowers for yourself? This Matcha Forest rose color is so unique and beautiful. Shall I put them in a vase for you?" The other coworkers, Lilian and Jessica, also chimed in with smiles.

    "Lizetta, with thest name Madden, you wouldn''t happen to be rted to the big boss, would you?"

    "I think I''ve seen this ornament in a magazine. It''s by the famous ceramie artist, Mr. Aries, worth over ten thousand, right? Lizetta, don''t tell me you''re the Florence Madden who just returned to the Madden family?"

    Lizetta took the dancing porcin doll ornament that Jessica was holding and put it back in the box.

    "How could that be? It''s just a coincidence I share the Madden name. And this ornament isn''t real; it''s a replica."

    Though Lizetta had arrived in

    Jerome Madden''s car that morning,

    she had asked to be dropped off near the office. Jerome''s offer to drive her was kind, but Lizetta

    tone

    preferred not to reveal her identity too soon.

    Nelson Madden wanted her to gain experience, and if everyone knew she was Florence, they might treat her more like a mascot than a coworker.

    Lizetta had no real work experience. Her background was in dance, and though she had spent a year in Remington''s executive office, she had been doing clerical work. She was keen to learn something substantial.

    Hearing her denial, Snow and the others cooled off a bit.

    Noticing Snow still holding the small bunch of roses, Lizetta offered with a smile,

    "You don''t need to put the roses in a

    vase for me. If you guys like them, feel free to take some. Consider thema wee gift from me. Mrs. Laura is looking over here.

    Snow and the others nced towards the manager''s office and, taking two or three roses each, dispersed.

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    Liz had just finished tidying up her desk, an hour had passed, and she finally sat down to reply to Remington''s text.

    "I don''t need these things. Have someone pick them up."

    Remington, who seemed to have been glued to his phone, responded almost instantly.

    "If you don''t like them, just throw them away. I''ll pick something else and send it over."

    Liz imagined the next batch of gifts from Remington might be even more extravagant, prompting her to rub her temples in exasperation.

    An hourter.

    Remington wrapped up his meeting and exited the conference room, handing his phone back to his assistant, Charlie.

    Charlie, trying to curry favor, asked, "Boss, do you need anything else?"

    Though Charlie was puzzled about what was so special about his phone, given that Remington had clung to it throughout the meeting, checking it numerous times.

    "That''s all for now," Remington said, a hint of resignation in his eyes.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Because Liz had unceremoniously added his number to her block list.

    Stepping into his office, a baffled Charlie was left examining his phone for any clue as to what Remington had done with it but found nothing.

    Could it be that the boss saw potential in him, checking if he''d badmouthed him on social media before considering a promotion?

    With this thought, Charlie quickly logged into his social media ounts, nervously reviewing his posts.

    His hopested until, half a monthter, nearly everyone in the secretary''s office had their phones borrowed by the boss. That''s when Charlie realized he had been mistaken. But back to the present, in the boss''s office, Cedric had just ryed news from Madden Media to Remington.

    "Boss, your wife ended up using the things you sent."

    Remington''s lips curved slightly at the news.

    "Does this mean she doesn''t hate me as much anymore?"

    He posed the question to Cedric,

    who hesitated before answering et

    "Well, boss, about the dozen ros¨¨s you sent her... she gave them to a colleague..."

    A dozen roses symbolized a love that grows stronger with each passing day.

    Remington had carefully chosen the number of roses to express his feelings without being overly extravagant.

    But she had just given them away?

    Remington''s expression darkened slightly. "She didn''t keep even one?"

    Cedric remained silent, prompting Remington to dismiss him, "Leave."

    Though Remington said nothing more, Cedric felt the office atmosphere grow tense.

    He paused, then turned back, hoping to lighten the mood and perhaps secure his ns for buying a new river-view apartment this year.

    Cedric showed Remington a photo on his phone.

    "Boss, take a look at this rose, isn''t it nice?"

    Remington nced at the photo, spotting a handmade rose that looked like it was made from felt.

    He looked up at Cedric, who quickly exined.

    "Boss, I saw this on Una''s desk; it caught my eye because it looked unique. Una said she made it herself, originally as a craft project with her daughter using pipe cleaners. They had leftovers, so she made this rose."

    Remington''s gaze turned icy as he stared at Cedric, wondering why Cedric thought he''d be the type of man to indulge in such childish crafts to impress a woman.

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    Cedric watched as Remington''s gaze grew colder by the second, but he stood his ground for the sake of the penthouse apartment. No backing down now.

    "Sir, sending flowers is nice and all, but ma''am isn''t refusing them without reason. You really should try making these handmade roses. They obviously take a lot of effort, and that effort is a clear sign of your affection.

    Besides, ma''am has a soft spot for gestures like this. Seeing you go out of your way to make her happy will surely win her over. Once she keeps the flowers, she''ll be reminded of you every day..." Cedric went on and on, but Remington remained unmoved.

    Cedric''s voice trailed off, realizing perhaps the boss did have his principles and limits after all.

    He gave up, "Sorry, sir, I just thought you practicing some crafts now woulde in handyter, you know, when you and thedy have little princes or princesses running around. Guess I wasn''t thinking straight. I''ll just head out."

    After saying that, Cedric turned and quickly walked away.

    But then, out of nowhere, something Cedric had said struck a chord with Remington, and he suddenly spoke up.

    "Have Una stayte tonight for some overtime."

    Una, of course, was the one who knew how to make those handmade roses.

    Cedric had been grasping at straws when Remington rejected his idea, thinking he''d been a bit ridiculous.

    To his surprise, Remington actually took his suggestion. He couldn''t quite believe it.

    Stunned for a moment, Cedric quickly turned back and said, "Of course, sir. I''ll make the arrangements."

    Of course, he had to make sure Una''s overtime wouldn''t be noticed by other employees.

    Otherwise, if the employees of Starlight Group caught wind of their aloof boss hiding out in his office at night ying with pipe cleaners, the headlines in the gossip columns would be something else. #Shocker, Billionaire CEO Has This Quirky Habit#

    At Madden Media.

    Lizetta had a pretty rxed morning. Laura hadn''t assigned her any specific tasks or had anyone show her the ropes.

    Lizetta only helped a colleague print a couple of documents. As closing time approached, she grabbed her water bottle and headed to the break room.

    Before she even entered, she heard Snow and her gang chatting.

    "The project department hasn''t been hiringtely. She must have gotten in through connections. And with the Madden surname, she might really be some hidden heiress."

    "How could that be? If she were

    really an heiress, why would she bother with our little project department? I checked her out; her clothes aren''t from any luxury brands. Plus, Mrs. Laura is clearly giving her the cold shoulder. If she''s rted to the Madden family, she must be the kind clinging to richer rtives."

    "With the way she looks, who knows how many surgeries she''s had. A woman that harsh on herselfN?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    wouldn''t be ''content with just being a low-level employee. Maybe she''s here to sign as a talent, figuring it''s easier to charm somepany executive than to slog through auditioning. Smart, in a cunning way."

    Lizetta paused at the door then stepped in.

    The three of them looked slightly embarrassed for a second before trying to leave as if nothing happened.

    But Lizetta suddenly stepped forward, blocking the exit.

    She nced over at Snow, her gaze cool.

    "So I''ve had stic surgery, huh? What''s the deal with your face then? Surgery gone wrong given all the rumors you''re spreading?"

    "You!"

    Snow didn''t expect Lizetta to confront her so directly, her features twisting in anger.

    Indeed, Snow''s face had gone under the knife. At first nce, it looked fine, but a closer look revealed the awkwardness. Any strong expression made it look even more skewed. Lilian and Jessica quickly grabbed Snow, whispering a few words before dragging her out.

    After Lizetta grabbed a cup of water and left the break room, she noticed Mrs. Laura''s office was free of any reports, so she knocked and entered.

    Upon entering, she closed the door behind her and walked up to Laura''s desk. Laura looked up, offering a warm smile.

    "What''s up? Any problems?"

    Judging by Laura''s demeanor, it didn''t seem like she was singling out Lizetta.

    Lizetta returned the smile, ¡°Manager,

    I think I''ve settled in nicely. I was

    wondering what my tasks will be moving forward. Or if there''scany project that needs an extra hand." en.swhovels

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    "Look, kiddo," Laura began, her tone attempting to blend reassurance with authority, "you don''t have to rush into anything just yet. I''ve noticed you haven''t got much experience under your belt, so why not take some time to observe how everyone works around here? If you can lend a hand, go for it. Like this morning, you were pretty helpful with printing those documents, right? Just take it easy."

    Lizetta was torn between giving Laura the benefit of the doubt, considering perhaps she hadn''t had a chance to delegate tasks to her, and the creeping suspicion that Laura was singling her out. After all, she couldn''t help but notice, from the snippets of office chatter, that not every neer was treated this way.

    It didn''t take long for Lizetta to connect the dots.

    With a slight curve of her lips, she replied, "Mrs. Laura seems to be taking quite an interest in me. I just helped out with printing twice this morning, and you already noticed?"

    Laura''s smile tightened momentarily before she managed to regain herposure.

    "Of course, it''s my duty to look after new hires. It''s great to have enthusiasm, but there''s no need to rush. We''ve got enough hands on our current projects, and it wouldn''t be fair to throw you into the mix without proper consideration. I''ll keep you posted once something suitablees up. You can go now."

    But Lizetta heard the unsaid words loud and clear: Laura had no intention of involving her in any meaningful work.

    Biting her lip, Lizetta nodded and turned to leave. As the office door clicked shut behind her, Laura quickly made a phone call, pacing towards therge windows with a polite smile stered on her face. "Yes, she''s been with me all morning, not doing much, just organizing her desk and helping out... Exactly, I''ll make sure she''s well taken care of, don''t worry..."

    "Mrs. Laura, are you talking about me?"

    Laura, mid-conversation, spun around in shock at the sound of Lizetta''s voice.

    "Ah!"Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    But there stood Lizetta, who had supposedly left, now curiously eyeing Laura''s phone.

    "Mrs. Laura, who''s so concerned about me that I, the person in question, don''t even know about it?"

    Without waiting for a response, Lizetta reached out and took the phone from Laura''s hand. Laura, caught off guard and feeling guilty, was too slow to react. Holding the phone to her ear, Lizetta''s expression shifted as she spoke, "Mrs. Madden? Is that you?"

    After a brief silence, a warm, gentle voice responded.

    "Liz, darling, it''s Mrs. Madden. I''ve

    been worried about you not fully et

    recovering yet and asked Mrs. Laura to keep a special eye on you Please, don''t think of me as meddling." en.swhovels

    The voice belonged to Eartha Madden, the current wife of Conrad West and acting CEO of Madden Media, apany founded by Elsa Madden. After Elsa''s passing, her mother, Mrs. Bernice Madden, fook the reins, growing thepany significantly. However, with Mrs. Madden''s illness eight years back, the leadership faltered until Eartha stepped in as acting CEO.

    Although Madden Media''s headquarters were in Tranquil Meadows, the economic shift towards Zion City saw thepany''s focus move there.

    Lizetta was surprised by Eartha''s undiminished concern for her well-being, despite the physical distance between them in Tranquil Meadows.

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    "Mrs. Madden, how could I ever think that way? I know you''re looking out for me. Otherwise, what would it be? A deliberate attempt to target me?" Lizetta shed a grin and winked at Laura, who was standing in front of her.

    "Liz, as long as you understand me, that''s all that matters. After all, joining Madden Media is like your grandparents entrusting you to me. If you were to get sick or overly exhausted, I''d have a hard time exining it to them."

    Lizetta could clearly sense the deration of authority over Madden Media in her words. Her lips curved into a yful smile, "Mrs. Madden, please don''t think like that. Madden Media is first and foremost a part of the Madden Group. Working hard for my own family''spany, even if it tires me out, is only natural. Besides, my grandfather wanted me here to gain experience. If Mrs. Madden doesn''t let me do anything, it would go against his wishes."

    "Maybe I was too worried about you and started overthinking. Since that''s the case, hand your phone to Laura. I''ll talk to her."

    Lizetta sweetly said, "Thank you, Mrs. Madden." She handed the phone back to Laura, and after Eartha gave a few instructions, Laura hung up.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Laura turned to Lizetta with an apologetic and awkward smile, "Miss, I''m sorry. I contacted President Madden earlier also for your health''s sake. Please don''t take it the wrong way."

    Lizetta smiled lightly, "No worries. It must have been tough on you, Laura, pretending not to know who I am even though we''ve met."

    Laura''s smile strained a bit more upon catching the tease in Lizetta''s words. She walked over to her desk, changing the subject, "Miss, President Madden has already instructed me to assign you the most challenging project in the department." She pulled out a folder from the drawer and handed it to Lizetta.

    "This project could significantly benefit ourpany''s growth this year. The two most talented team leaders in the department have already attempted it but to no avail."

    Lizetta took the folder and quickly nced through it, her eyes briefly shing. "Starlight Group''s tenth anniversary celebration and promotional shoot?"

    Thest thing Lizetta wanted was to

    be involved with the Starlight Group. After all, she had worked there as an office clerk and was well-known among its staff. Taking on this project would inevitably lead to interactions. She and Remington had a secret marriage and were now divorced-a messy situation she preferred to avoid.

    Was Laura aware of this connection and intentionally chose this project to challenge her? Moreover, was this project specifically designed to put her in a difficult position? If Lizetta refused, Laura could use it as an excuse to sideline her further. It wouldn''t be Laura denying her opportunities but her own refusal to take on the task.

    "Yes, Miss, you must be aware that the Starlight Group is thergest corporate entity in Zion City. This year marks their tenth anniversary. Securing this project for Madden Media would elevate our status and easily open up the entire Zion City market for us. Having our stars attend the anniversary would also be beneficial for their careers. All in all, numerous advantages, as you can see. I believe this project won''t be a problem for you?"

    Lauraid out the pros and cons convincingly. And Lizetta found herself agreeing with those reasons. Keeping personal and professional lives separate. Quietly contemting, Lizetta looked at Laura''s hopeful and encouraging smile and closed the folder.

    "Alright, I''ll give it a try."

    "That''s the spirit. I''ll have Lilian assist you, looking forward to you cracking this tough nut." Laura beamed with joy.

    As Lizetta was about to turn away, Laura sat back down and added, "Oh, and Miss, please remember to knock next time youe in. Thank you."

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    Liz paused in her tracks, a smile ying on her lips.

    "I did knock, Mrs. Laura. You were probably too engrossed in your phone call to hear. I just came in to grab my phone. See, I identally left it on the chair."

    Pointing towards the chair, Laura indeed spotted the phone lying in the corner.

    Liz picked it up, giving it a little shake.

    Laura''s face stiffened slightly. "Oh, I see. Well, good luck then, Miss."

    Liz nodded, heading towards the door, then suddenly turned back to Laura.

    "Mrs. Laura, please, just call me Liz at work. Thanks."

    With that said, she didn''t wait for Laura''s response, her expression soured as Liz left the room.

    Back at her desk, Liz quickly skimmed through the project file in her hand.

    It was rough andcked originality.

    She swept it aside, deciding to start afresh.

    Her phone buzzed. Liz picked it up to find a message from an unknown number.

    Curious but slightly annoyed, she opened it.

    "When are you treating me to lunch, Ms. Madden?"

    Remembering her promise to treat Remington for his help, Liz randomly picked a restaurant and set the time for noon.

    Better to get this over with quickly!

    Remington''s reply came almost instantly.

    "I''ll pick you up from your office at lunch."

    Given Remington''s shy car, Liz wasn''t keen on him picking her up. If anyone from the office saw, it would only invite unnecessary gossip. She quickly texted back.

    "No need. Let''s meet at the restaurant."

    The reply she got back threw her off.

    "I''m sorry, who is this?"

    "?"

    "My apologies, you must be looking for our CEO. He borrowed my phone just now. Should I hand him the phone again?"

    Staring at the new message, Liz felt an awkward cringe.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Embarrassed, she replied.

    "No need, sorry for the bother."

    At the Starlight Group CEO''s office, Remington looked at the message Liz just sent, a smug smirk on his lips as he expertly deleted all traces of their conversation.

    Handing back the phone and some signed documents to his assistant, he thanked him.

    The assistant, all too pleased, replied, "No need to thank, Mr. Remington."

    As the assistant left, Cedric, who had been waiting to report, couldn''t help butment.

    "Mr. Remington, constantly borrowing employees'' phones isn''t really ideal. Should I get you some burner phones?"

    Remington, who had always been

    strict about separating personal from professional, wouldn''t typically use an employee''s phone for personal reasons, especially not for chasing ady.

    Cedric felt this was beneath Remington''s dignified image.

    Looking through a nning document, Remington said, "Give the secretarial department a bonus equivalent to two months'' sry this month."

    Cedric, also part of the secretarial

    department, suddenly saw this in a new light- as Remington''s way of providing benefits to the entire department under the guise of his courtship.

    His mood lifted instantly.

    "Actually, sending a few texts using someone else''s phone is no big deal. She''ll probably block you after a few days anyway, so it''s not like it''s a habit." Remington nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

    Just as Liz was getting ready to leave for lunch, her phone rang. It was Jerome.

    Picking up, she was greeted by his cheerful voice.

    "Liz, you off now? I''ve booked a restaurant. I''lle pick you up, let''s have lunch together to celebrate your new job."

    While packing her things, she gently declined.

    "Lunch on the go is fine with me today. My joining thepany isn''t that big of a deal, no need for a special celebration." Jerome''s voice lifted, yfully insisting.

    "Who says it''s not a big deal? Joining the Madden Group is a milestone. How about we call Grandpa together and see what he thinks?"

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    "Don''t, my grandpa''s even more of a character than you," Lizetta hastily interjected, trying to prevent any further esction. Jerome''sughter was aforting sound in the background.

    After a brief moment of contemtion, Lizetta ventured, "Umm... would you mind if we added one more to our lunch?"

    "Huh?"

    By noon, Remington''s car rolled into the parking lot of Madden Media. After texting Lizetta, he took a moment to adjust his tie in the mirror. This was, in essence, their first official date since reuniting.

    Not wanting any interruptions, Remington came alone, leaving his driver behind.

    He straightened his sapphire tie clip and nced at the gift bag on the passenger seat, his deep eyes shimmering with anticipation.

    As the elevator doors slid open and Lizetta''s figure emerged, Remington swiftly grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of the car to greet her.

    Dressed in his usual well-tailored ck suit, its muted eleganceplemented his tall,manding presence. His approach, confident and measured, made the gemstone cufflinks and tie clip catch the light in brief, sparkling shes.

    Even in the dimly lit parking lot, it was clear he was impably groomed, his handsome face unusually open with joy and eagerness.

    "Liz..."

    Before Remington could say more, Lizetta nodded slightly in his direction, then turned to wave at someone else.

    "Over here!"

    A sinking feeling hit Remington, and as he turned, his fears were confirmed. A Maybach was slowly approaching, its rear window rolling down to reveal the unwee face of Jerome.

    The car stopped, and Jerome, ever soposed, stepped out and walked over under Remington''s heavy stare.

    "Mr. Dashiell, we meet again."

    Jerome extended a hand towards Remington, his sleeve pulling back to reveal the soft gold gleam of a Patek Philippe watch.

    Remington noted that Jerome had been wearing that watch during theirst encounters.

    He reluctantly shook Jerome''s hand, remarking, "Nice watch you''ve got there, Mr. Madden."

    Jerome''s eyebrows lifted in amusement. "Thank you, Mr. Dashiell. I''m quite fond of it myself..."

    He paused, ncing at Lizetta before adding, "Liz gave it to me."

    At that, Remington''s grip tightened momentarily, the force of it making the veins on his hand stand out.

    Jerome, prepared for this, matched

    the pressure, their suit jackets

    straining slightly at the shouldel

    a silent battle of wills yed out.

    as

    Lizetta wasn''t blind to the tension between them. "Seems like you two have a lot inmon. Shall I go wait in the car?"

    The phrase ''a lot inmon'' couldn''t have been more ironic.

    Almost in unison, Remington and Jerome released their grips.

    Remington turned to Lizetta, his feelings a mix of bitterness and jealousy, all too evident in his eyes.

    Feeling the

    Sity of his gaze,

    Lizetta instinctively moved towards

    him, only for Remington to catch her

    arm and address

    Went

    "Mr. Madden, Liz and I had ns for lunch. We''ll be leaving now."

    He began leading Lizetta towards his car, but Jerome stepped in front of them, blocking their path.

    "I''m aware, and I''m grateful to Mr.

    Dashiell for his assistance with Liz. I

    thought it''d be nice for both of

    sto

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    With that, Jerome reached out, grabbing Lizetta''s other arm, effectively halting their departure.

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    "Get in my car," Remington insisted before Lizetta could even nod in agreement, his grip on her arm tightening abruptly, a storm brewing in his deep eyes.

    "Is heing to dinner too?" Lizetta nced at Remington, her tone light. "I didn''t say I was inviting Mr. Dashiell alone, did I? Is there a problem?"

    Her casual remark seemed to infuriate Remington even further. She hadn''t made it explicitly clear. Yet, Remington felt as though he''d been yed for a fool, having dressed up and looked forward to this day, now feeling utterly ridiculous.

    But walking away in anger would probably delight Jerome the most, which was thest thing Remington wanted. Gritting his teeth, Remington managed to say through clenched jaws, "No problem, just get in my car! We need to talk."

    Seeing his stern and forbidding look, Lizetta hesitated, fearing Remington might lose his temper again. That''s when Jerome chimed in.

    "Liz, Grandma and Grandpa are going to callter. They want to know how your first day went," he reminded her gently.

    Instantly, Lizetta tried to shake off Remington''s grip, "Mr. Dashiell, you heard. I..."

    Unable to break free and halfway through her sentence, she found herself being pulled closer into Remington''s arms by a strong tug. Simultaneously, Jerome''s hand tightened into a fist.

    Caught between the two men, Lizetta felt her soul nearly leap out of her body in fright.

    "Let go!"

    "You''re hurting her!"

    Both men spoke at once, their res locking in a fierce duel. Lizetta felt a headacheing on, her appetite for dinner rapidly diminishing. She regretted her rash decision to invite Jerome on impulse.

    Exasperated, she eximed, "Both of you, let go of me!"

    Her voice rang clear in the parking lot, unmistakably angry. Remington and Jerome released her at the same time, and Lizetta, shaking off her arms, quickly headed towards Jerome''s car.

    Jerome''s lips curled slightly as he watched Remington, whose mood had visibly darkened. Just as he was about to follow Lizetta, she got into the passenger seat and mmed the car door shut. Jerome paused, a hint of surprise on his face as Lizetta buckled up and instructed the driver, "Let''s go."

    The driver, who worked for the Madden family and knew how much Nelson and Jerome doted on the long-awaited returnee to the Madden family, didn''t hesitate and drove off with Lizetta.

    Left behind, Remington and Jerome watched the car drive away, each snorting coldly. Remington turned and headed towards his own car, with Jerome following behind to pull open the back seat door.

    Remington bit out, "Does Mr. Madden see me as his chauffeur now?"

    If it weren''t for Jerome, Remington would''ve driven after Lizetta already, not wanting to miss the chance to have dinner with her. Jerome raised an eyebrow at Remington''sment.

    "I''ll sit in the passenger seat if Mr. Dashiell doesn''t mind. But it''s fine by me either way."

    Letting go of the back seat door

    handle, with Lizetta''s earlier words in

    mind and recalling the passengerContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    seat he had prepared for her,plete with a cushion, only Jerome to take that spot now.... Remington felt a chill of disgust, "Forget it. Just sit in the back."

    Jerome, who had just reached for the passenger door, paused, "..

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    The restaurant was Lizetta''s choice. It wasn''t the fanciest spot in Zion City, but it boasted a serene atmosphere and quick service. Lizetta had skimped on breakfast, so by the time they arrived, she was genuinely famished. Once the food was served, she dived right in, paying no mind to the two men seated on either side of her.

    Maybe it was the sour note they''d ended on in the parking lot, but Remington and Jerome both seemed to lose their appetite for confrontation. Or perhaps, on their way to the restaurant, they''de to some unspoken agreement. At the table, they avoided sharp exchanges, instead engaging in light conversation about business matters, each maintaining a veneer of civility. They took turns offering Lizetta bites from their tes, vying subtly to cater to her dining needs.

    Jeromedled a bowl of seafood soup for Lizetta, asking, "Everything smooth at work this morning?"

    Lizetta paused, her mind on a project involving the Starlight Group that Laura had entrusted to her. "Yeah, pretty good."

    "Really all good?" Jerome noticed her brief hesitation and probed further.

    Remington then ced a peeled shrimp on Lizetta''s te, adding, "Mr. Madden might not be aware, but Liz has plenty of work experience. She''s always been adept atworking and handling her tasks. No need to worry too much."

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington''s approving smile. He was openly expressing his admiration and trust in her. Internally, Lizetta scoffed, continuing her meal, yet a twinge of sorrow touched her heart.

    Now, Remington''s words were all

    sweetness and light, freely offering praise. But back when she worked closely with him, not once had he acknowledged her hard work or

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    deeply craved, both professionally and personally. Lizetta felt a pang of sadness for her past self. And it irked her how easily her mood could still be swayed by Remington.

    Jerome, observing Remington, offered a light smile. "Of course, I know she''s capable. But knowing that and worrying about her are two different things." He then peeled a spicy shrimp for Lizetta, a stark contrast to the in one Remington had chosen.

    Remington''s eyebrows raised slightly, "If Mr. Madden is so concerned, he should know her taste leans towards the mild, especially her aversion to spicy food."

    Before Remington could finish, Jerome skillfully peeled another spicy shrimp, cing it on Lizetta''s te. The shrimp Jerome had previously peeled had disappeared, while the one from Remington remained untouched.

    Remington watched, puzzled, as Lizetta eagerly ate the second spicy shrimp Jerome had prepared, seeming to thoroughly enjoy it.

    "Mr. Dashiell, people''s tastes can change. Liz is from Tranquil Meadows, how could she not enjoy spicy food?" Jeromemented, offering her some spicy lotus root slices.

    Lizetta took a sip of her soup, looking up at Jerome. "Don''t worry about me, you should eat too." Yet, she didn''t neglect Jerome''s kindness, taking the spicy lotus root slices he''d offered and delicately eating them.

    Remington watched Lizetta, a mix of

    surprise and mncholy in his gaze, not even noticing the shift in how Lizetta addressed Jerome. He was taken aback by how much Lizetta''s preferences had evolved in just four months of separation, realizing her current fondness for spicy food wasn''t just for show.

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    And then it hit him; the Dashiell family''s overall taste was more inclined towards lighter vors. Perhaps it wasn''t that she didn''t like or wasn''t used to spicy food, but rather that Lizetta had always been amodating the Dashiell family''s tastes.

    She never dared to express her own preferences, with the only thing she bravely shared being her feelings for him.

    But he hadn''t believed her, misunderstanding her and hurting her time and again.

    With the Dashiell family, she could never truly be herself, whereas with the Madden family, she was the darling princess, showered with love and affection.

    This realization choked Remington up, tightening his throat.

    He silently picked up his fork and hesitantly tried a few slices of the spicy lotus root, lowering his gaze as he ate.

    Lizetta nced at Remington, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but then she remained silent. Remington wasn''t one for spicy food.

    Sure enough, after eating the spicy lotus root, he immediately reached for his ss of water, taking a couple of swigs.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Lizetta thought to herself, eating spicy food and then drinking water would only make it spicier; milk would be the better option to neutralize the heat.

    However, Remington just slightly furrowed his brow, put down his ss, and then picked up a piece of spicy beef.

    Lizetta noticed that he continued choosing spicy dishes, and he became unusually quiet for the rest of the meal.

    She was puzzled by his behavior, hesitating twice but ultimately neither stopping him from eating spicy food nor asking if he was alright.

    She quickly finished her meal, put down her utensils, and stood up.

    "I''m full, going to the restroom."

    She left the private dining room, and Jerome also put down his utensils, gracefully dabbing his lips with a napkin before leisurelymenting to a slightly sweaty Remington.

    "Mr. Dashiell, if spicy food doesn''t agree with you, there''s no point forcing it. After all, some things just can''t be forced."

    Jerome''s words carried a double meaning, clearly hinting that the rtionship between him and Lizetta was broken beyond repair, and attempting to mend it would be futile. Remington''s expression turned colder, slowly swallowing a bite of hot and sour fish before lifting his eyes to meet Jerome''s.

    "Whether it''s forced or not isn''t up to you or me. It''s up to Lizetta."

    Jerome shook his head lightly.

    "Mr. Dashiell, if having a meal with you feels forced to Liz, what else is there to say?"

    Remington''s face grew even colder, but he didn''t reply.

    If Lizetta felt it was forced now, he would wait.

    He believed that someday, she would no longer feel that way and would willingly return to his side.

    And he felt no need to discuss this with someone who didn''t matter.

    Seeing Remington unmoved, Jerome''s eyes darkened.

    "She''s moved on. It''s Mr. Dashiell who''s stuck in the past, dragging her back for what?"

    Without showing any reaction, Remington stood up. "Are you so sure she''spletely moved on, Mr. Madden?"

    Without waiting for Jerome to respond, Remington turned and left the dining room.

    On the other side, Lizetta came out of the restroom, feeling little desire to return to the room.

    She checked the time, thinking of

    Ynda''s contract signing and

    wondering how it went, so she

    headed towards the end of the corridor to the terrace.

    After calling Ynda and learning the signing went well and that she got a top-tier artist contract with Alex one of the top five agents at Madden Media, Lizetta felt relieved.

    Ending the call, Lizetta pushed the door open from the terrace and saw a baby stroller parked not too far from the corner.

    The stroller''s sides were high,

    concealing the baby inside, but two

    tiny hands asionally reached out, plump and small, grabbing and waving at the air.

    So quiet and lively.

    Lizetta watched, frozen in ce, her eyes suddenly warming up with emotion.

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    Lizetta was no stranger to this pang of emotion. It was a mix of nostalgia, regret, and a hidden pain that seemed to surface whenever she saw a baby. Not for the first time, she felt this way.

    The click-ck of high heels brought her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw two waitresses in long dresses and high heels, carrying tes and soup bowls, heading towards a corner. Right in their blind spot was a stroller parked, unnoticed. Lizetta''s heart raced at the thought of the disaster that could unfold if they turned the corner and collided with it. The food could spill, or worse, the stroller could be knocked over.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Without a second thought, Lizetta shouted, "Stop! Don''t move!"

    The waitresses halted, puzzled, as they saw Lizetta rushing towards them with a look of urgent concern.

    "Ma''am, is there something wrong?" one of them asked.

    Ignoring their question, Lizetta hurried to the stroller, pushing it to a safer spot.

    The waitresses, realizing the close call with the stroller, apologized profusely. "We''re so sorry, ma''am. Did we scare you? Is your baby alright?"

    "He''s such a quiet little angel, not making a single fuss," the other added.

    Lizetta felt a bittersweet pang at their assumption that she was the baby''s mother. "He''s not my baby. I don''t know how he ended up here alone. Please find his family as soon as possible," she exined.

    The baby, sensing themotion

    and the presence of strangers,

    began to cry. Lizetta, moved by the cry, peered into the stroller and saw a baby boy, no more than a few months old, crying with his little mouth turning downwards in distress.

    His skin was fair, and as he cried, his cheeks flushed red, revealing his soft, toothless gums. Everything about him seemed so delicate.

    Lizetta wanted tofort him but

    hesitated, unsure how to pick unt

    such a small baby without causing harm. Her heart ached, and she felt tears prickling her own eyes.

    Just as she was about to try, the baby surprisingly reached out and grabbed her finger, pulling it into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation was oddlyforting, and Lizetta stood frozen in ce.

    While she was lost in this moment, she barely registered the waitresses saying they would contact the manager to find the baby''s family.

    Then, a woman with a phone in hand rounded the corner, saw the scene, and quickly approached. "What are you all doing around my child?"

    As the woman took the stroller, Lizetta''s finger slipped from the baby''s grip, leaving a cool sensation that seemed to seep into her heart.

    Instinctively, Lizetta reached out for the stroller, a move that made the woman wary. "What are you doing?!"

    The baby, missing thefort of Lizetta''s finger, began to cry again. The woman pushed Lizetta aside, picked up the baby, and started soothing him on her shoulder.

    In that moment, Lizetta felt an overwhelming sense of loss, as if the brief connection she had with the baby was a reminder of what she missed.

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    Lizetta stared nkly as the woman efficiently calmed the baby. "Are you his mom?"N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Suppressing the disappointment in her heart, her voice came out hoarse.

    The woman, having soothed the baby, put him back. "Who else?"

    As she straightened the stroller and prepared to leave, Lizetta blocked her way, and the woman grew impatient.

    "What do you want?"

    "I just need to make sure the baby is really yours before you take him away!"

    The mom''s impatience became evident as she red at Lizetta. "What do you mean? Didn''t you see the kid recognizes me? Are you mistaking me for some kidnapper?"

    Lizetta stood her ground. "What kind of mom leaves her baby unattended and disappears? It''s best to make sure."

    Turning to a nearby waiter, who initially thought Lizetta was overreacting, he too began to feel uneasy.

    A waiter immediately contacted the manager via walkie-talkie, while the woman''s expression turned even sourer.

    "What leaving alone? I just went to the restroom, came out to find my phone left at the sink. I was gone for just a minute or two to grab it. Mind your own business!"

    She attempted to push the stroller away again, but Lizetta grabbed the handle.

    "If I''m wrong, I''m willing to apologize."

    The two waiters also tried to calm the woman down. The manager arrived promptly, confirming through surveince footage that the stroller was indeed brought in by the woman in question. After personally viewing the surveince clip, Lizetta stepped aside.

    Yet the woman persisted, "Weren''t you going to apologize?"

    Knowing Lizetta hade with Remington and Jerome, the manager was about to confront the woman for her attitude, but Lizetta raised her hand to stop him, bowing slightly to the woman.

    "I''m sorry for my intrusion; it was out of line. But I still want to remind you, it''s best not to let your baby out of your sight, especially when they''re this young."

    Lizetta''s apology was polite and sincere, but the woman remained irritable.

    "Yeah, yeah, got it. What a busybody."

    She hastily pushed the stroller away, clearly disregarding Lizetta''s advice.

    The manager frowned. "Some

    people, eh? Miss, don''t take her to et

    heart, and thank you for your

    concern earlier. It could''ve led to an ident otherwise."

    Lizetta turned to the manager. "Could you do me a favor?"

    "Of course, just tell me."

    "I''d like you to make a copy of the surveince video from just around the corner, and if it''s not too much

    trouble, hand it to the mom that just left."

    Clearly, the woman hadn''t taken Lizetta''s warning seriously.

    But the mere thought of the baby facing any idents due to familial negligence made Lizetta''s heart ache.

    "Not a problem at all, I''ll get right on it. You can count on it," the manager immediately reassured.

    As he and the waiter left, Lizetta stood there, staring down at her fingers which still glistened with drool.

    She thought, she had washed her hands aftering out of the restroom.

    Making a call from the patio, she hadn''t used that hand to open the door or grab her phone; her fingers should be clean... "What are you spacing out here for?"

    A familiar man''s voice suddenly rang out above her, and as Lizetta looked up to see Remington, the emotions stirred up by the recent incident welted up again.

    She particrly didn''t want to face him. Not answering, she started heading back to the private room.

    Remington quickly grabbed her shoulders, leaning in slightly.

    "Why are your eyes red? Have you been crying? What happened?"

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    Lizetta was feeling down, avoiding eye contact, and gave Remington a slight push.

    "It''s nothing."

    She attempted to walk away, but Remington caught her by the shoulder, stepping forward to pin her against the wall.

    "How can it be nothing? Why are you upset?"

    It seemed like Remington was determined to get to the bottom of it. However, this proximity, for Lizetta, was torturous and stirred emotions she wished to suppress.

    Her expression turned cool as she lifted her head, "Can you just not?"

    Her tone was icy, causing the concern and urgency on Remington''s handsome face to freeze over. His lips paled slightly, his grip on Lizetta''s shoulder unconsciously tightened as he tried to hold back. Lizetta knew her outburst was unfair. Seeing him suddenly fall silent tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to apologize but couldn''t find the words. She couldn''t interact with him as others might, not after loving and hating him so deeply, not with the unresolved issues between them. It felt like agony either way. Now, it seemed they were meant to be strangers, keeping their distance.

    "I brought you a gift today."

    Lizetta thought Remington might walk away, frustrated by her unwarranted anger. But unexpectedly, he spoke up, his voice soft and soothing, as if their recent disagreement hadn''t happened. He reached into a red gift bag and pulled out a long velvet box, handing it to Lizetta.

    The box looked expensive, likely containing jewelry, probably a ne judging by its shape.

    Lizetta frowned slightly, "You don''t have to. I was thanking Mr. Dashiell with dinner. I didn''t bring a gift, so I shouldn''t ept yours."

    She refused to take it, but Remington pushed the box closer to her.

    "Consider it a thank you for the dinner, okay?"Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Lizetta wanted to settle their debts with the dinner, notplicate things further. Annoyed, she pushed his hand away, "I said I don''t want it! Can''t you just drop it?"

    She pushed harder than intended.

    The box, seemingly heavy but surprisingly light, tumbled to the ground, opening upon impact. Lizetta stepped away, her footnded on the fallen object. Panicked, she lifted her foot, staring in disbelief at what she had just

    crushed.

    It wasn''t jewelry as she had assumed, but a velvet flower? Green stem, red petals. She had stepped right on the petals, now unrecognizable.

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington standing stiffly. His gaze lowered, eyes seeming to fragment with lost light.

    Guilt washed over Lizetta, especially

    when she saw Remington bending down to pick up the flower, intensifying her remorse. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could, Remington had already ced the flower back in the box and closed it, saying,

    "It''s fine, it wasn''t anything important. It''s okay if it''s broken."

    His face wore a warm smile, but it didn''t reach his eyes. Lizetta could feel his subdued mood. She was at a loss for words, and Remington clearly didn''t expect her to speak, turning and heading back to the private dining room first.

    Lizetta watched his retreating figure silently before following. Their phones rang almost simultaneously as they were about to return to the dining room. Lizetta pulled out her phone, seeing a call from Zora, who was looking after Thaddeus Gardenia, and immediately answered.

    After hearing a few words, her expression changed.

    "Alright, I''m on my way!"

    Zora reported that Thaddeus was showing unusual vital signs today, with significant fluctuations in response to external stimuli.

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    Lizetta wasn''t sure if this was a good omen or a bad one as she hung up the phone, her gaze instinctively seeking out Remington.

    Remington had also just ended a call, evidently receiving one from the hospital as well.

    "I''ve got it all figured out. The doctors are all there; it must be good news. Don''t worry," he said, taking Lizetta''s cold hands into his warm grasp.

    Led by him, Lizetta turned, and they both headed out. Her heart began to calm down with each step they took together.

    They got into the car, and Remington drove swiftly out of the diner''s parking lot, heading towards Dashiell Hospital.

    Thaddeus had been in aa for over two years now, showing more responsiveness in the past six months thanks to the medical team Remington had enlisted.

    Yet, despite the half year that had passed, there had been no significant breakthrough.

    This sudden spike in activity gave Lizetta a gut feeling-Thaddeus would either wake up or...

    Tension and worry tightly knotted inside her, she sped her hands together.

    Driving, Remington nced at her and spoke softly, "Maybe you should start thinking about how you''ll thank me when your brother wakes up."

    Hisment wasn''t meant to extract gratitude from Lizetta; it was simply an attempt to lighten the heavy air.

    However, Lizetta took his words to

    heart, turning to him with earnest eyes. "If my brother wakes up, I''ll definitely find a way to thank you

    Mr. Dashiell. Whatever you ne

    long as it''s within the bounds ofThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    sto

    morality." t

    as

    At her words, Remington''s grip on the steering wheel tightened momentarily. A selfish wish flickered through his deep gaze-the desire to have her back by his side. Yet, this ignoble thought was fleeting.

    After all, he knew well that even if he

    voiced such a demand, she would never agree. And even if, by some chance, she did agree to return to his side out of a sense of obligation, it wouldn''t truly make him happy. Worse, it might forever close the

    door on winning her heart genuinely.

    He reminded himself to be a patient hunter. The most effective hunter is often the one who appears not to be a threat at all. He needed to make her feel safe, with no guard up, open-hearted. Thus, Remington simply smiled and said, "Silly, I was just teasing. He''s like a real brother to you, and helping out is the least I can do."

    Lizetta, taken aback by Remington''s casual demeanor, paused. Even in marriage, there was no obligation to care for a brother-inw in a vegetative state. Let alone now, as Lizetta and Remington were already divorced. These acts of kindness weren''t Remington''s responsibility, a fact Lizetta was acutely aware of.

    She suddenly remembered she had identally damaged something important to him earlier. Her eyshes fluttered, a peculiar feeling stirring within her, and she even forgot to retort to Remington''s affectionate "Silly."

    Just then, Lizetta''s phone rang. Pulling it out, her heart skipped a beat at seeing "Jerome" sh across the screen. "Oh no, I forgot to tell my brother. He must still be waiting for us at the diner."

    Remington nced at Lizetta''s phone, noting the name "Jerome" saved as a contact, and listened as she referred to him as "my brother." A pleasant smile spread across his face.

    His voice softer, he reassured, "No worries, Mr. Madden is so understanding. He''ll get it. Go ahead, answer the call."

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    Lizetta picked up the phone to find Jerome on the other end, just as she''d guessed, still at the restaurant.

    After she filled him in, Jerome didn''t hesitate. "I''ll head to the hospital right now."

    "No need," Lizetta hurried to say, "we''re almost there. You keep on with what you''re doing, and I''ll call you if anything changes."

    Jerome, understanding her preupation, simply reminded her to keep in touch before hanging up.

    Despite Lizetta''s insistence, Jerome wasn''t about to stay away.

    He knew well enough that the Gardenia family hadn''t always been kind to Lizetta, except for her brother Thaddeus, who truly cared for her.

    Previously, when Lizetta had been taken back to the Madden household, Jerome had attempted to negotiate with Remington to move Thaddeus to Tranquil Meadows. However, Thaddeus''s medical team, hired

    by Remington, had shown promising signs of improvement, and the Maddens didn''t dare risk changing doctors, fearing it might disrupt his recovery.

    In the end, Thaddeus remained at the Dashiell Hospital, with the Madden family covering a hefty monthly medical bill.

    For the past four months, it had mostly been Remington looking after Thaddeus.

    If Thaddeus woke up, Lizetta would be incredibly grateful to Remington.

    With these thoughts, Jerome quickened his pace to the hospital and called Nelson to update him on the situation.

    At the hospital...

    Lizetta raced to Thaddeus''s room, only to see Zora, rubbing her eyes,ing out.

    A lump formed in Lizetta''s throat, her legs turning to jelly.

    Stumbling slightly, she was caught by Remington, who had followed her in.

    "What''s going on?" Remington steadied Lizetta, his voice filled with concern as he turned to Zora.

    "Oh, don''t you worry!" Zora eximed, realizing Lizetta''s pale face. "It''s good news! Mr. Gardenia woke up, really woke up! The doctors are checking on him now."

    Zora had cared for Thaddeus over

    ared for

    the years, and though they hadn''tmunicated much, she had grown fond of him. Witnessing his awakening felt like being part of a medical miracle, moving her to tears.

    Hearing this, Lizetta felt a mix of relief and disbelief, rushing into the room.

    The medical team was indeed gathered around Thaddeus, conducting checks.

    Lizetta looked towards the bed, her heart sinking as Thaddeus seemed no different, his eyes closed.

    "Bro? Bro!" she called out, but there was no response, and tears began to well up.

    Remington wrapped an arm aroundThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    her, soothing her worries with a

    smile. "Don''t panic. Trust the

    doctors. Your brother truly has

    woken up; he''s just fallen asleep

    again, that''s all."

    Lizetta''s worry intensified at the mention of sleep. "But why would he fall asleep now? When will he wake up? Can he wake up again?"

    She was visibly anxious. Remington exchanged a nce with the lead doctor.

    The doctor reassured her, "Ma''am, please be assured, the patient has indeed awakened. His current sleep is entirely different from before. Now that he''s woken up once, he won''t slip back into aa."

    Gradually, Lizetta calmed down, remembering that newly awakened patients often experience very brief periods of consciousness, sometimes just a minute or two at first.

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    She felt a pang of guilt; today was supposed to be the day she visited Thaddeus at the hospital.

    If she had known, she would have rescheduled her dinner with Remington to be by the hospital sooner.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    She couldn''t help but wonder if her brother, waking up to no familiar faces, felt scared or alone.

    After asking a few more questions and thanking the doctor, the medical staff finished their checks and left.

    Once they were gone, Lizetta could no longer contain her excitement.

    She spun around, grabbed Remington by the arms, and started hopping up and down like an overjoyed child.

    "My brother''s awake! This is just the best news ever!"

    Remington, ever the stoic, gently freed his arms from Lizetta''s grip and, in the next instant, wrapped her up in a big bear hug.

    Lizetta, caught up in her whirlwind of excitement and relief, didn''t even register what was happening at first.

    She hugged him back, sharing her joy without a second thought.

    It wasn''t until Remington''s arms tightened, making it impossible for her to jump around anymore, that she realized she was trapped in his familiar embrace, her nose filled with his signature woodsy scent, his heartbeat thumping in her ear.

    And she was hugging him back.

    In a panic, Lizetta tried to pull away, but then she remembered how Remington had saved Thaddeus, and... well, hadn''t she been the one to hug him first in her excitement?

    So, she froze, too embarrassed to just push him away.

    Meanwhile, Remington, holding Lizetta close, brushed his chin gently against her soft hair.

    Her scent filled his senses, momentarily making him forget where he was.

    He felt her happiness, her gratitude.

    For Thaddeus, waking up after so long must have felt like being given a second chance at life, a miracle.

    While Remington was happy for him, he couldn''t help but feel a deep sadness and longing too.

    He thought, if only their Daisy could have such a miracle too.

    He''d give anything for that.

    "Boss... I... I''m so sorry, I''ll just get out of here!"

    Cedric,

    ace intying a bunch of stuff,

    burst into the room. Catching the et

    scene, his eyes widened in shock,

    Elle het

    he turned to leave in

    Lizetta snapped back to reality and gently pushed Remington away, whispering.

    "Let me go, please."

    Remington tightened his grip for a moment, as if he couldn''t bear to let go, but then suddenly released her.

    It was as if that moment of holding on was just an instinctive reaction.

    But that brief tightening made Lizetta''s heart skip a beat.

    She looked up, avoiding Remington''s gaze, focusing instead on his sharp nose.

    "Thank you," she said softly.

    Then, turning to Cedric to alleviate the awkwardness, she asked, "Cedric, what did you bring for my brother?"

    Trying to divert the conversation, she approached Cedric, who hurriedly showed her the items.

    "Just some nutritional stuff he might

    need, though I''ll have to check with the doctor if it''s all okay. Plus, L brought the freshest bouquet of flowers I could find, for good luck and celebration. Let me set it up."

    Lizetta smiled, "I''ll do it."

    She reached for the bouquet, and as Cedric handed it over, he suddenly leaned in, lowering his voice.

    "Ma''am, did you get the rose

    Remington made for you? Between you and me, craftwork is definitely not his strong suit. He spent hours with Una trying to get it right..."

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    Liz froze as the image of the velvet flower she had identally crushed underfoot shed before her eyes. She had never imagined that it was Remington who had made it himself.

    "What are you whispering about?" Remington asked, noticing Cedric leaning in close to Liz and murmuring something. He took a step closer, curiosity evident in his eyes.

    Liz felt a sudden rush of panic, as if she had stumbled upon a secret and had been caught by the very person it concerned. Instinctively, she stepped back, trying to put some distance between herself and Cedric. But she misjudged her step and stumbled over the hospital bed.

    Cedric, startled, reached out to catch Liz, but his efforts were in vain as Remington moved faster, pulling Liz into his arms. His icy gaze seemed to pierce through Cedric''s outstretched hand.

    Cedric quickly retracted his hand. "I''ll go ask the doctor what kind of supplements are okay to have..." With that, he immediately turned and dashed out.

    Remington looked down at the woman in his arms. "What were you and Cedric talking about?"

    Liz felt a pang of guilt for no reason. "Nothing much, just small talk."

    "Small talk, huh? Then why get so close? Besides, you always seem to have endless topics with him."

    Remington was clearly feeling a bit jealous, noticing that Liz seemed to have a closer rtionship with Cedric than with him. To her, Cedric appeared to be a friend, while he, Remington, felt he didn''t even qualify for that.

    Liz caught the unmistakable tinge of jealousy in his eyes, and it made her heart ache in a bittersweet way.

    "Liz, how''s everything going?" The familiar voice came from the door, and Liz turned to see Jerome striding in confidently.

    Jerome''s gaze fell on Remington and Liz close together, finally resting on Liz with an inquiring look. Only then did Liz realize she was still in Remington''s embrace. She quickly pulled away, greeting Jerome. "My brother woke up! He''s fallen back asleep now, though."

    "That''s great news! We should let the grandparents know right away; they''ll be thrilled."

    "I''ll call them." Liz took out her phone and stepped outside.

    Then Jerome turned to Remington. "The Gardenia family owes Mr. Dashiell a big favor for this. If Mr. Dashiell ever needs anything or if there''s any way the Madden family can help, we won''t hesitate."

    Remington scoffed lightly. "Taking care of her brother doesn''t count as a favor."

    Jerome''s expression darkened slightly. "Liz has long ceased being Mr. Dashiell''s wife. How does her brother even qualify as Mr. Dashiell''s brother-inw?"

    "A former wife is still a wife," Remington replied tly.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Jerome gave him a look. "Mr. Dashiell, your talent for self-deception is truly admirable."

    Remington smirked. "And what role does Mr. Madden y here? The adopted grandson of the Madden family, Liz''s brother? Or something else?"

    Their gazes locked, both sharp and challenging.

    Remington taunted, "Mr. Madden''s abilities in self-deception seem even greater than mine."

    Jerome knew exactly what

    Remington meant; if he was here as

    Liz''s brother, he shouldn''t be acting

    like a rival in love. And if he was here as a rival, did Liz even acknowledge it?

    Jerome withdrew his gaze, not wanting to continue the conversation, and walked out of the room.

    Outside, Liz had just finished her call

    with Nelson and was about to head back when she saw Jerome approaching. Her eyes lit up with a smile as she quickly walked up to him.

    "Bro, there''s not much here to worry about. I''ll stay; you go on with your work," she told him.

    Jerome nodded slightly, offering a word of caution before leaving.

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    "Don''t overdo it, let me know if you need anything."

    Liz waved her hand dismissively, "Got it, got it."

    She walked past Jerome with a smile, but he hesitated for a moment, reaching out to grab her arm.

    Liz turned around in surprise, her eyes full of questions.

    Jerome looked deeply into her eyes and asked, "Did you guys... make up? Did you forgive him?"

    Liz paused, realizing he must have misunderstood when he saw her leaning into Remi''s embrace earlier in the room.

    She quickly shook her head, "How could that be? He was just steadying me because I almost fell, that''s all."

    She paused, as if convincing Jerome as well as herself.

    "Seeing him just reminds me of Daisy. It''s impossible between us, forever."

    Her voice was resolute, her gaze as determined as ever.

    But Jerome knew it wasn''t so.

    If it had been before, Liz would have pushed Remi away the moment he tried to embrace her, her bodynguage screaming rejection.

    But earlier, she had leaned into Remi''s embrace, their eyes even meeting.

    The emotion in her eyes when she looked at Remi was something Jerome had never seen before.

    He swallowed the sadness in his heart, simply patting Liz''s head before turning to leave.

    Thad''s room was just a few steps away. As Liz turned to enter, she noticed the door was slightly ajar.

    She didn''t mind and pushed the door open, only to be startled.

    Remi was standing right there, his thin lips pressed together, his gaze dark and his handsome face more somber than usual.

    Liz''s heart skipped a beat, uncertain if he had overheard her conversation with Jerome.

    She hesitated, stepping aside, "Were you leaving? Thanks, I... Ah!"

    Before she could finish, her wrist was caught in a firm grip and yanked forward.

    Liz eximed in surprise, and before she could react, her back was against the door, trapped by Remi in a small space.

    She looked up at him, wide-eyed, about to demand he step back, but he spoke first.

    "Forever impossible?"

    His voice was rough and husky, his chest rising and falling slightly.

    Liz''s struggling ceased, a sudden unease gripping her heart. He had heard.

    But quickly, she met his gaze, clear and forthright.

    "Yes, impossible. So you..."

    seeming

    Before she could finish, Remi,

    unable to restrain himself

    any longer, leaned down and.

    I

    sealed

    her lips with his.

    Liz hadn''t expected him to do this, especially with how well he had been pretending thesest few days.

    Her eyes widened in shock, momentarily frozen.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Allowing the familiar yet strange

    ips

    essence to envelop her, his lips

    easily breaking through her

    Povel.ne

    defenses, entangling with passion.

    Coming to her senses, Liz tried to push him away, but Remi caught her hands, forcefully intertwining their fingers.

    One hand was pinned against the door, while the other he brought to rest over his heart.

    Liz felt the strong beat of his heart, wondering if it was his presence or something else that made her own heartrace, filling her with fear and panic.

    UM

    She bit Remi hard, the taste of blood quickly filling their mouths.

    But Remi didn''t let go, his kiss deepening, as if trying to prove something with this act, kissing her more fiercely.

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    Lizetta gradually calmed down, standing still, unresponsive, and not struggling at all. She was like a doll, allowing him to vent his frustration. Her eyes were wide open, silently and coldly watching him from a close distance. Remington caught her gaze, and for a moment, his blood ran cold, his eyes flickering with deep pain and panic. The kiss didn''t taste like what he had hoped for; instead, it was filled with despair. He abruptly let her go and took a step back. His lips bore a fresh wound from Lizetta''s fierce bite, and the blood slowly seeped out again. Yet, he raised his hand, intending to wipe the mark from her lips. But before he could touch her, Lizetta forcefully wiped it away herself. Her eyes mocked him.

    "Mr. Dashiell, you''ve done so much just for this? Is a kiss all you wanted, or...?"

    Remington felt her words like a barbed knife, plunging into his chest and violently pulling out, taking flesh with it. Regret shed across his handsome face, feeling utterly defeated. Before she could embarrass him further, he covered her lips with his hand.

    "I''m sorry, it''s my fault. Don''t say things that hurt yourself."

    Lizetta remained silent, stepping aside and opening the hospital room door. Remington knew she didn''t want to see him now. His lips moved, but he left without saying another word. As Lizetta closed the door, her legs weakened, and she leaned against it, not asposed as she seemed.

    As Remington hastened toward the elevator, Cedric emerged from the doctor''s office and quickly said, "Boss, the doctor said those things I brought will be useful once Mr. Gardenia wakes up. Where are you headed?"

    Cedric couldn''t finish his sentence before Remington walked past him. Cedric froze, then hurried after him. Seeing Remington at the elevator, Cedric rushed to press the button but couldn''t help saying, "Boss, Mrs. Gardenia will be so grateful when she finds out. Shouldn''t you stay with her now more than ever? Is there an emergency at thepany?"

    As the elevator door opened, Remington stepped in. Cedric followed and saw the fresh wound on Remington''s mouth. That wound wasn''t there before; in just a short time, things between the boss and his wife escted to this? Cedric was stunned yet excited, covering his mouth.

    "She forgave you?"

    Remington, already in the depths of despair, wished he could silence Cedric''s incessant chatter. His face darkened, "Are you mocking me?"

    Cedric quickly shook his head, "Of course not, I..."

    He was genuinely excited for his boss, but even Cedric could see Remington was not in a reconciled mood. It seemed more like another fallout. And that wound...

    "You didn''t force yourself on her, did

    you?" Cedric asked timidly,Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    struggling to believe the shrewd

    boss could make such an

    ve

    outrageous move. Wouldn''t that ruin everything all over again?

    Remington knew he had made a foolish mistake, even suspecting Jerome had set him up. Jerome had asked Lizetta that question with impable timing, knowing he was eavesdropping. He shouldn''t have let it get to him, but he did, causing her anger and misunderstanding. He was too impatient.

    "Boss, you really shouldn''t have..." Cedric continued toment for his boss. As the elevator door opened, Remington, fed up, kicked the noisy Cedric out.

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    In the lobby, a middle-aged man curiously nced at Cedric, who stumbled out of the elevator. His gaze then shifted to the imposing man inside the elevator, cloaked in an aura of cold hostility. Intimidated by the sight, he hesitated to step inside.

    As the elevator doors closed again, Cedric rubbed his backside, offering an awkward smile towards the bystander. He was about to say something when amanding voice echoed from behind him. "Cedric? What are you doing here?"

    Turning around, Cedric found himself face to face with Nathan Dashiell and Mr. Dashiell.

    Shirley Dashiell had been brought to the family chapel by Ray and others, forced to kneel in penance. Although she hadn''t managed the full twelve hours, her knees had swollen badly. The next day, she was carried out, and soon after, she developed a high fever and was now admitted to the Dashiell family hospital.

    Nathan hade to visit Shirley, having just offered an apology on behalf of Remington to Mr. Dashiell and the family.

    "Good to see you, Chairman Dashiell. I... I have a rtive being treated here, just came to visit them. I was about to leave."

    Cedric carefully avoided mentioning Lizetta or Remington.

    He was aware of the strained rtionship between Nathan and Lizetta, and with Hanna Evert Dashiell still not brought back home, Nathan''s displeasure was evident.

    Cedric feared that mentioning Lizetta, especially in Mr. Dashiell''s presence, could spark further conflict. After all, Mr. Dashiell, Shirley''s father, had his own grievances against Lizetta.

    Nathan gave a slight nod, and Cedric quickly added, "If there''s nothing else you need, Chairman Dashiell, I''ll be on my way."

    With a dismissive gesture from Nathan, Cedric left, and Nathan was escorted into the elevator by Mr. Dashiell.

    Back in the hospital room, Mr. Dashiell, Ethan Dashiell, mentioned his brief encounter with Cedric to Mrs. Dashiell, who immediately expressed her frustration.

    "Cedric is here to visit someone and didn''t even bother to check on our Shirley. After all she''s been through, his indifference just shows how heartless he really is."

    Hearing this, Shirley burst into tears again.

    "Remi used to be so good to me, it''s all Lizetta''s fault! Ever since she came, Remi stopped caring for me!"

    Shirley remembered how Remington used to dote on her, his cousin, defending her from any harm. She was the cherished youngdy of the Dashiell family, the apple of Remington''s eye.

    But then Lizetta arrived, winning

    over everyone with her pretense of innocence and charm. Even Shirley''s grandmother was swayed by her, leaving Shirley feeling abandoned and resentful.

    The more Shirley thought about it, the angrier she became, her swollen knees throbbing with pain.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    "It doesn''t make sense, though," Shirley mused bitterly. "Cedric''s supposed to be Remi''s right-hand man, and it''s a workday. Why would he be here by himself? I remember hearing that Lizetta''s brother was staying in our family hospital. Could it be that Lizetta herself hase here?"

    Alerted by Shirley''s suspicion, Mrs. Dashiell stood up decisively. "I''ll find out."

    It didn''t take long for Mrs. Dashiell to confirm that Remington indeed had apanied Lizetta to the hospital.

    Just as Lizetta had finished wiping Thaddeus''s face with a basin of water, Mrs. Dashiell, nked by two servants, approached with clear hostility.

    Lizetta, sensing the tension, ced

    the towel back into the basin, intending to carry it to the bathroom. ¡°Let''s talk outside, Mrs. Dashiell," she suggested calmly, aiming to dispose of the water without disturbing Thaddeus''s rest.

    However, Mrs. Dashiell, with her servants in tow, blocked Lizetta''s path, and with a forceful p, she hit the basin Lizetta was holding, causing water to ssh all over the floor.

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    Lizetta was taken aback, turning her head to check on Thaddeus.

    Thaddeus''s brow furrowed, seemingly struggling to open his eyes.

    "Bro?"

    Lizetta hurried to check on Thaddeus, but Mrs. Dashiell grabbed her arm, her voice sharp.

    "Lizetta, you''re divorced from Remington, and you still have the audacity to let your brother stay in the Dashiell family''s hospital! Come with me!" Mrs. Dashiell dragged Lizetta out.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Lizetta''s face turned cold, and she pushed her hard.

    "Get out!"

    The floor was slippery, and Mrs. Dashiell, wearing her high heels, slipped and fell with a cry.

    Two servants rushed to help, but Lizetta tripped one of them.

    In an instant, three people tumbled together.

    Lizetta was already holding Thaddeus''s hand, calling out with concern.

    "Bro? Don''t worry, it''s okay..."

    Before Lizetta could finish, her hair was suddenly yanked, and she was dragged backward.

    "Lizetta! You little brat, how dare youy hands on your elder! You''ve be too bold! Today, I must teach you a lesson."

    Mrs. Dashiell got up, drenched from her fall. Old grievances added to her fury. She yanked Lizetta''s hair with a vicious expression.

    Lizetta''s scalp hurt, unable to break free, and Mrs. Dashiell dragged her out of the room.

    "Let go! Wendy Dashiell, if you don''t let go right now, I swear you''ll regret your actions today!"

    Wendy, Mrs. Dashiell''s first name, remembered Lizetta as the little orphan girl who depended on the kindness of the Dashiell family. Wendy often unted her seniority with Hanna, bossing Lizetta around. Hearing Lizetta daring to call her by her name, she was infuriated and cursed.

    "Don''t you scare me! What are you worth? If it wasn''t for the Dashiell family''s charity, you''d have starved on the streets! You''re ungrateful, always trying topete with the Dashiell family''s true heiress. And now you dare to act high and mighty in front of me. I''ll take you down today, make you kneel before

    Shirley, and let you taste the pain of broken legs!"

    Lizetta couldn''t break free and reached for her phone. Just as she turned it on, a servant snatched it away, smashing it on the ground.

    "What are you doing?"

    At that moment, Zora came running

    with some stuff. The night Lizetta

    had herplications, Zora''s phone was lost, and someone imitated Zora''s voice to call Lizetta. After Remington confirmed Zora had

    nothing to do with it, Zora continued

    to care for Thaddeus.

    But Zora always felt guilty, and now she grabbed Wendy''s hair just as fiercely. When the nurses were also rmed and ran over, Mrs. Dashiell had no choice but to let go of Lizetta, screaming.

    "Pull her off!"

    Two servants tried to pull Zora away, but Zora, being clever, immediately let go of Mrs. Dashiell and darted to Lizetta''s side.

    "Ma''am, are you alright?" Zora asked with concern.

    "She''s no ma''am, she''s divorced from Remington, didn''t you know? Lizetta, if you had any dignity, you wouldn''t use the Dashiell family''s resources after your divorce letting them support your leech-like family."

    Wendy crossed her arms, her eyes full of disdain.

    Lizetta shook her head at Zora, "I''m fine."

    She bent down to pick up her fallen phone, giving Wendy a cold smile.

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    "Who do you think you are? Do you run Dashiell Hospital? Every single penny for my brother''s stay here has been paid by me. Why can''t he stay here?"

    Wendy sneered, "You? Paid the medical bills? Stop bluffing. What ability do you have to cover such high expenses? It''s all thanks to Remington and the Dashiell family!"

    Lizetta found it amusing. "Even if I did rely on Remington, it''s because he''s willing. What''s it to you, a distant aunt who''s barely rted?"

    People nearby began to snicker and gossip.

    "Thought she was the mother-inw-turns out, just some distant aunt, meddling in other people''s business."

    "Come on, take this drama elsewhere. Let the patients recover in peace."

    Wendy''s outburst was clearly disturbing others, and they started to chastise her.

    Unable to maintain herposure, Wendy snapped, "What do you all know? How can it not involve me? I¡ª"

    "Why don''t you exin exactly how I''m under your care and how it''s relevant to you?" A cold, stern voice suddenly sounded from behind.

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington stepping forward from the crowd, with a tense-looking Cedric following closely behind.

    Cedric hurried over, his face filled with worry and apology. "Madam, I''m so sorry. I identally ran into Ethan, which let Mrs. Dashiell know you were here. When the President heard, he immediately rushed back out of concern."

    Wendy''s expression shifted the moment she saw Remington''s cold demeanor. She quickly changed her tone. "Remington, why are you here? Don''t get the wrong idea, Wendy wasn''t meddling in your affairs. She just wanted to advise Lizetta that if she still relies on you to take care of her brother, she shouldn''t cause such a scene over something so trivial."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Before she could finish, Remington cut her off coldly. "Thaddeus''s hospital bills are covered by Liz! And if what you call ''something trivial'' is Shirley repeatedly insulting Lizetta in public, then by that logic, am I free to call Wendy a shameless, bullying, old hag?"

    His words were ruthless. Wendy''s face turned bright red, and her eyes filled with humiliation and anger.

    "How can you say that to Wendy? I''m your elder!" she cried.

    Remington''s lips curled into a cold smile. "Such a small matter-surely it''s beneath Wendy to bicker with someone younger, isn''t it?"

    "You-!" Wendy was left speechless.

    Remington turned to Lizetta, ignoring Wendy. "Are you okay? What did she do?"

    Before Lizetta could respond, Zora jumped in, "She was pulling at Madam''s hair with all her strength! She yanked out so much!"

    Remington''s gaze immediately darkened as he red at Wendy, his intense look causing her to turn pale. She quickly backtracked. "I only wanted to bring Liz downstairs. We''re all family-can''t we talk things out in person? Remington, you can''t just believe her side of the story! You''ve even gone so far as to... send your own mother away for her "

    Remington''s expression hardened. "Enough!"

    Mrs. Dashiell flinched and clutched her chest, falling silent.

    Lizetta frowned. What did Wendy almost say about Hanna?

    She''d felt before that Remington was hiding something, and that feeling was returning now. She turned to him and asked, "What does she mean? What have you done with your mother for my sake?"--- "What do you think you are? Do you run Dashiell Medical Center? My brother''s been staying here, and every single penny spent, I''ve covered it. Why shouldn''t he stay?"

    Wendy scoffed, "Your medical bills? Cut the act, how could you afford such steep expenses? It''s all thanks to Remington, all thanks to the Dashiells!"

    Lizettaughed, "Even if I were relying on Remington, it''s his choice. What''s it to you, a distant cousin who''s barely rted?"

    Bystanders snickered, joining in the conversation.

    "I thought she was his mother-inw or something. Just a distant cousin and she''s this nosy?"

    "Let''s move along. Is this a ce to make a scene? Let the man rest."

    Wendy''smotion clearly bothered everyone, drawing widespread criticism.

    Wendy, unable to save face, snapped, "What do you all know? How is this none of my business? I..."

    "And just who am I supposed to be taking care of, and how is it rted to you?"

    A deep, stern voice suddenly came from behind.

    Lizetta looked up to see Remington making his way through the crowd, with a visibly anxious Cedric trailing behind.

    Cedric hurried over, his voice filled with urgency and apology.

    "Ma''am, I''m sorry, it was my fault for identally bumping into Ethan, which let Mrs. Dashiell know you were here. The boss heard about it and immediately rushed back, worried about you." Upon seeing Remington''s stern face, Wendy quickly changed her tune.

    "Remington, you''re here? Don''t get me wrong, wasn''t meddling in your affairs. I was just advising Lizetta, since she still needs your help with her brother, to stop causing trouble. Making a mountain out of a molehill..."

    She was cut off by Remington''s icy interruption.

    "The medical

    al bills

    for Thaddeus''s

    stay are covered by Liz! And if by ''a small matter,'' you mean Shirley publicly insulting Liz time and again, then would it be alright for me to call

    Wendy shameless, acting like an

    entitled old hag?"

    Remington''s words were anything but polite. Wendy''s face turned beet red, her eyes welling up in humiliation.

    "How can you speak to Wendy like that? I''m your elder!"

    Remington smirked coldly, "Such a small matter, Wendy shouldn''t be squabbling with the younger generation, right?" "You!" Wendy was at a loss for words.

    Remington turned his attention back to Lizetta, "Are you alright? What did she do?"

    Before Lizetta could reply, Zora quickly chimed in.

    "She was yanking on Mrs.''s hair! She pulled out so much of it!"

    Remington''s gaze shifted back to Wendy, his look so intimidating that Wendy paled, immediately softening her stance.

    "I was just trying to get Liz toe

    downstairs, We''re all family here, better to talk things out face to face. Remington, don''t be fooled by her don''t just listen to her side of the

    story For her, you even sent your own mother to..."

    Remington''s expression turned cold, "Enough!"

    Mrs. Dashiell shuddered, covering her mouth.

    Lizetta furrowed her brows; what was Wendy about to say about Hanna?

    She had felt before that Remington was hiding something, and now that feeling returned.

    She turned to Remington, "What do you mean by for my sake, what did you do to your mother?"

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    Remington met Lizetta''s inquisitive gaze and his lips curled into a faint smile. "It''s nothing. You go ahead and take care of your brother. I''ll handle things here."

    Lizetta, however, shook her head. She looked at Wendy and said, "Didn''t we agree to clear the air in Shirley''s hospital room? Sure, let''s do that."

    Wendy paused for a moment, taken aback.

    Lizetta turned back, instructing Zora to look after Thaddeus, then she briskly walked towards the elevator.

    Wendy watched her leave, her eyes filled with mockery. She thought to herself how Lizetta seemed so strong-willed now, but the moment Remington showed up, she was putting on an act of vulnerability and goodness, bowing her head to apologize to Shirley and the others.

    Upon reaching Shirley''s hospital room, Wendy pushed the door open and announced to Shirley, "Shirley, Remi brought Lizetta over to see you."

    Shirley was lounging on her bed ying video games. Hearing Wendy''s words, she quickly hid her phone,y down properly, and pulled back the nket to reveal her two swollen legs that had yet to heal. Ethan, who was sitting beside her, immediately grabbed an ice pack and ced it on his daughter''s legs.

    As Lizetta entered, Shirley red at her. She assumed Lizetta was apologizing only because she was afraid the Dashiell family would kick her brother, who was in a vegetative state, out of the hospital. She snorted and lifted her chin proudly. "Lizetta, make a proper apology to me. From now on, whenever you see me, walk the other way, and maybe I can forgive you."

    Remington followed Lizetta into the room, and upon hearing Shirley''s words, his gaze swept over her coldly. "Shirley, it seems your knees haven''t knelt enough for you to learn your lesson!" Shirley shrank back at his words and icy demeanor, looking fearfully towards Wendy, confused. If Remi was willing to bring Lizetta over, wasn''t it to visit and apologize?

    Why then was Remi still looking so stern?

    She tugged at Ethan''s sleeve, and Ethan stood up to shield Shirley. "Remington, my niece had a fever all night, and it''s only just broken. Don''t scare her. She must know she was wrong she was crying and calling out in her fever that she was sorry. Now that she''s suffered this injury and exhaustion, surely L¨ªzetta can make a gesture too, right?"

    Ethan''s stern gaze turned to Lizetta, who simply smiled amusingly. "Mr. Dashiell, what a peculiar logic. So because your daughter made a mistake and was punished, suffering for it she''s now the aggrieved party? And, the victim, should apologize to her?"

    "Lizetta, what are you saying? You mean you didn''te to apologize but to gloat?" Ethan frowned.

    To which Lizetta immediately nodded. "Yeah, who said I was here to apologize?"

    Ethan was taken aback, his anger directed at Remington. "Remington, what''s the meaning of this?"

    Remington''s lips curled slightly. "Didn''t you insist shee here to enjoy the show?"

    He had an air of ''you asked for it, and there''s nothing I can do about it.''

    Ethan''s face turned dark, and Shirley''s eyes filled with tears of self-pity. "Remi, I''m in this state, and you stille to mock me, tough at me! This is too much!"

    Wendy quickly hugged Shirley,

    patting her back and wiping her tears. She turned angrily to Ethan. "Ethan, what kind of head of theContent protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    family are you? You just stand there

    and let us suffer this indignity

    bullied to this extent!"

    Ethan, struggling to maintain his dignity, didn''t dare provoke Remington. He extended his hand towards Lizetta in anger. "Today, you must apologize!"

    But before his hand could reach Lizetta, Remington swiftly grabbed his wrist. "Ethan, I''m still standing here! Do you think I''m dead, daring toy a hand on her?"

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    Remington was clearly exerting a lot of force, causing Ethan''s shoulders to slump in anger.

    "Remington, I''m your Uncle Ethan! Didn''t I carry you around when you were a little boy? Was there ever a birthday when I didn''t painstakingly pick out a gift for you? Remember that time in elementary school when you had a fever in the middle of the night? It was me, Ethan, who rushed you to the hospital. And now that you''re calling the shots, feeling all grown-up, you''re picking fights with your own uncle?!" Ethan''s cheeks trembled with rage.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington released his grip but coldly retorted, "If I wasn''t considering the family ties, considering how many times Shirley has stirred up trouble, do you think she''d still befortably lying here? Ethan, if you truly care about her, you should discipline her properly! Show some generosity and wisdom as an elder!"

    Rubbing his sore wrist, Ethan''s chest heaved with emotion.

    To an outsider, it might seem like this family was facing the gravest of injustices.

    Liz couldn''t help butugh at the scene, though she was worried she might miss Thaddeus waking up. She was almost tempted to grab a chair and enjoy the drama unfold.

    "Enough already. I didn''te here to watch your family''s tragedy unfold. I''ve got something to show you."

    Liz said as she walked over to Shirley with her phone in hand. She pulled up a series of photos and presented them to Shirley.

    "Take a good look, Shirley. You better stay out of my way from now on. Otherwise, I guarantee these will be all over Zion City''s high society by tomorrow."

    Shirley, initially unbothered, red at Liz before shifting her gaze to the phone screen.

    Her face went pale the next second.

    It was a record from a gynecology clinic about an abortion, with the name of a servant from the Dashiell family, but followed by photos of Shirley, face hidden, in a hospital gown being assisted in and out of the operating room and the maternity ward by that servant.

    Once this got out, Shirley''s ongoing engagement talks with the Taylor family would definitely be off.

    "How... how do you have these?! Give that to me!"

    Panicked, Shirley snatched the phone, frantically deleting the photos.

    Liz didn''t stop her, simply chuckling, "You don''t seriously think I don''t have backups, do you?"

    "Liz, you little..."

    Shirley, filled with rage, looked up to retort but met Liz''s smug gaze. Remembering the evidence on the phone, she abruptly closed her mouth, her features contorted in frustration.

    Wendy, realizing what Shirley was deleting, turned to her daughter in shock.

    "Shirley, how could you be so reckless? Haven''t I told you to stop messing around outside? How could you just..."

    Liz snatched her phone back from Shirley, smiling at Wendy.

    "Wendy, no need to scold your daughter. After all, like mother, like daughter, right?"

    Liz swiped through her phone, showing Wendy a few photos of her passionately kissing a young artist in an underground parking lot.

    Wendy''s face turned even paler than Shirley''s, while Ethan was clueless about what Liz had shown the mother and daughter.

    He leaned in, only to see Wendy''s scandalous photos. His vision darkened, and he swung his hand, pping Wendy across the face.

    "Have you lost your mind, doing such shameful things and setting a bad example for your daughter!"

    Wendy, struck sideways, crashed into the wall, her hair disheveled as she turned to w at Ethan''s face.

    "Ethan, how dare you judge me! You

    think I

    Con''t know about you keeping

    a college girl on the side, taking models for abortions?"

    The two started dredging up each other''s dirtyundry, quickly escting into a full-blown fight. Shirley, limping, got off the bed to try and break up her parents, turning the hospital room into a scene ofplete chaos.

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    Lizetta didn''t linger in the hospital room for long, worried that Thaddeus might wake up if disturbed.

    As soon as themotion started inside, Lizetta stepped out.

    Remington, in a low voice, gave Cedric a few instructions, leaving him to handle the situation before he turned to follow Lizetta.

    Just as Lizetta quickly stepped into the elevator, a tall, lean figure squeezed in behind her.

    The elevator doors slowly closed, and although the space was ample before, it now felt cramped to Lizetta, her mind shing back to the kiss she had recently witnessed. She frowned, saying, "This is going up, Mr. Dashiell. Please take the next one down."

    She reached out to press the open door button to send him on his way.

    But her hand was caught mid-air by Remington, the elevator doors sealing shut, his fingers forcefully intertwining with hers.

    Lizetta red at him as his towering presence inched closer, backing her into a corner of the elevator.

    He looked down, noticing her irritated expression, yet his voice carried a hint of amusement.

    "Just now, I think I startled your brother. Let mee up with you to check on him."

    "There''s no need."

    "How can you say that? It was my mess that led Wendy right to your brother''s room. Offering an apology is the decent thing to do." Lizetta was speechless.

    She knew him well enough to question when he had started to care so much about propriety.

    Seeing her silent and without words, Remington tightened his grip on her hand.

    The warmth from his palm was intense, and in the closeness of their intertwined hands, sweat started to form, making their palms slick. Finally, Lizetta looked up at him, his eyes already waiting to catch hers, a smile lurking in his deep gaze.

    "Still mad about that kiss earlier?"

    Bringing it up in the confined space only heightened the awkwardness and the unspoken tension between them.

    Lizetta tried to pull her hand away again, but Remington''s grip was firm, insisting, "But it wasn''t really a forceful kiss, was it? I did give you a heads-up."

    Lizetta looked at him, bewildered. "When did you..."

    She paused, remembering the text he had sent her the night before.

    He had misunderstood a situation with Jerome, texting her about wanting to kiss her next time they met.

    Lizetta was furious, "Are you being a scoundrel? You..."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Before she could finish, Remington leaned in closer, their noses almost touching as he caught her gaze with his earnest look.

    "So, once again, I sincerely apologize. I''m sorry."

    He suddenly moved closer, their

    noses almost brushing, leaving Lizetta unsure if he was apologizing

    or looking for another chance to kiss her.

    Yet, seeing his genuinely apologetic demeanor made her anger seem petty and overblown.

    Especially considering that Thaddeus had just woken up thanks to Remington''s care.

    And through the ordeal with Shirley''s family, Remington had stood by her side from start to finish.

    Lizetta''s anger slowly subsided, but she couldn''t help suspecting that Remington was once again ying a strategic retreat.

    "Howe you''re so good at ying the weak card now?"

    She leaned her head back, "Apologize all you want, just keep your distance."

    "An apology should be given face to face. What are you afraid of? Me kissing you again? Or is it that you''re afraid you''ll stir up some physical memory and won''t be able to resist kissing me?"

    Lizetta was speechless, "Neither. You''re just too close, your face is huge!"

    She mocked him, but perhaps due to the closeness, the teasing warmth of his breath brushed her lips, making her heart skip a beat.

    She med that momentary flutter on difort, not a thrill.

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    Liz was visibly upset, and Remington could see he had gone too far. He quickly straightened up, his voice tinged with regret. "I''m sorry. Next time I''ll make sure to ask for your permission before kissing you." He paused, then added, "In person."

    Liz couldn''t help but blush at his words, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she retorted, "Don''t bother asking, because there won''t be a next time!"

    Just then, the elevator doors opened. She yanked her hand back and quickly exited the elevator, striding towards Thaddeus''s hospital room without looking back to see if Remington was following.

    Upon reaching the room and pushing the door open, Liz realized Remington was no longer behind her. She shrugged it off and closed the door.

    She walked briskly to the bedside, where Zora had tidied up the mess. Thaddeus was still, and Zora mentioned, "Thaddeus tried to wake up when he heard themotion earlier, but he couldn''t manage it." Liz gently took Thaddeus''s hand, reassuring him, "Bro, I''m fine. Just focus on getting better, take it slow."

    The doctor had said Thaddeus was like an old machine slowly cranking back to life, so there was no immediate cause for worry now that he was awake.

    Suddenly, the door opened again. Liz turned to see Remington reappear, this time holding a tube of ointment. He approached Liz, grabbing her hand. "Didn''t you hurt your head? Let me apply some ointment."N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    He pulled her towards a couch by the window. Liz had forgotten about her injury until he mentioned it, feeling the pain anew.

    "I can apply it myself," she said, reaching for the ointment.

    Remington pressed on her shoulders, gently pushing her to sit down, and asked, "You got eyes on top of your head?"

    Liz thought about asking Zora for help, but before she could speak up, Zora had already slipped out the door, eager to avoid being roped into the situation.

    Remington''s fingers gently parted

    her hair, and Liz stopped resisting,

    pointing to the sore spot. He carefully moved her hair aside, revealing the reddened scalp. "''s

    swollen. Don''t move! I need to apply

    this, or it might get infected."

    As he applied the ointment, a cool sensation spread across her scalp, soothing her tense nerves.

    The room fell into afortable silence, and Liz found herself looking at Remington''s broad chest, the outline of his muscles visible beneath his fitted silk shirt.

    Trying to distract herself, she began,

    "You know, you don''t have to pick fights with Ethan and the others for me. Mrs. Dashiell was right; mm an outsider now... Ow!"

    Remington''s application became momentarily firmer, causing Liz to wince in pain. She looked up at him with a mix of usation and pain in her eyes.

    Indeed, Liz and Remington were no

    longer married, making her an

    outsider to his family. She was determined to stand up for herself if Shirley or anyone else tried to bother her again. But she worried that Remington''s involvement mightplicate things further, making her feel indebted to him once more.

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    Remington''s jaw clenched tight as he gazed deeply into the foggy depths of Lizetta''s eyes.

    He gritted his teeth, "You''re never an outsider to me, not before, and definitely not in the future!"

    Lizetta''s breath hitched, and she quickly looked away, flustered.

    After applying some ointment, Remington sat down beside her, wiping his fingers with a tissue, and said, "Mind helping me with this?"

    Lizetta turned to him, puzzled, "Help with what?"

    He tilted his chin, revealing a slender scratch on his neck, barely breaking the skin.

    "It''s just a small scratch; it doesn''t need any ointment," Lizetta tried to brush it off.

    But Remington gave her a wounded, reproachful look, "How can you be so heartless? I got this because of you. It''s only fair you help me since I''ve helped you."

    The scratch hade about during a scuffle between Ethan and Wendy, who had started wing wildly. Amidst the chaos, Remington had pulled Lizetta to safety, likely getting scratched in the process. Lizetta felt a twinge of guilt.

    Standing up, she fetched a cotton swab and some iodine, leaning in to carefully treat his wound.

    She was quick, finishing in seconds and about to stand up when Remington frowned.

    "Did you do it properly? Wendy''s got those fancy manicures and lovers all over town; I don''t want to catch anything."

    Considering his germophobia and Wendy''s notorious lifestyle, Lizetta felt a bit disgusted herself.

    She took another cotton swab and started cleaning the wound more thoroughly.

    Remington watched her closely, a small smile ying on his lips.

    "Liz, you do care about me after all."

    His voice, filled with satisfaction, suddenly echoed near her ear, making Lizetta pause and then, irritated, she tried to pull away.

    Unexpectedly, her hair got tangled in Remington''s watch, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

    In the next moment, his arms encircled her waist, gently pulling her onto hisp. Lizetta flushed with annoyance.

    "Remington!"

    "Stay still, it''ll be over soon," he assured her, carefully untangling her hair from his watch.

    He seemed unflustered, in contrast to Lizetta''s panicky demeanor, making her seem overly dramatic.

    Lizetta urged, "Hurry up."

    "I can''t, you''ve wrapped it too tightly."

    "Then let me do it!"

    As she turned her head, her eyes suddenly met with a pair of familiar ones staring straight at her. It took Lizetta a moment to realize that Thaddeus, who had been lying in the hospital bed, had woken up.

    And for how long he had been watching, she couldn''t tell.

    The realization that she was still sitting on Remington''sp, thinking about their recent interactions,

    made her cheeks burn. She pushed Remington away almost bouncing up

    "Ah!"

    Caught off guard, Remington grunted as she identally hit his chin.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Standing there, face red, Lizetta stammered, "B-brother, you''re awake! I''m sorry, we were just applying some ointment, nothing else!"

    Her instinctive exnation only made the situation more awkward.

    But Remington was unfazed.

    Rubbing his sore chin, he stood, wrapped an arm around Lizetta''s shoulder, and walked her to the hospital bed.

    "He won''t mind. He''s just woken up and seeing us together, he''ll only be happy for us."

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    What''s all this lovey-dovey business?

    Lizetta turned her head to re at Remington, who looked down at her with a tender, affectionate gaze. He gently stroked her hair before leaning in to whisper in her ear.

    "Your brother just woke up, and the doctor advised against stressing him out. Are you sure you want to tell him about our divorce now?"

    He spoke swiftly, nting a soft kiss amidst her locks before turning his gaze back to Thaddeus.

    Lizetta stiffened slightly, her nervous eyes fixed on Thaddeus.

    Yet, the look in Thaddeus''s eyes slowly filled with a relieved and joyful smile. He struggled to open his mouth, saying in a hoarse, barely discernible voice, "Good, happy."

    It had been over two years since hest spoke, his voice strained and difficult to understand, but he managed to squeeze out a few words with all his might.

    But Lizetta understood, she read the emotion in Thaddeus''s eyes.

    He was saying that waking up to see her and Remington getting along made him very happy.

    Lizetta knew Thaddeus had been worried about her, and seeing him like this, her nose tingled, eyes warming with tears.

    At that moment, the feeling of having her caring, protective brother finally back felt suddenly real, no longer distant.

    She quickly bent down to tightly grasp Thaddeus''s hand, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

    "Yeah, bro, I''m so happy you''re awake. You''ve made it through this hurdle, from now on, it''s all going to be blessings!"

    Remington also leaned in with a smile, patting Lizetta on the shoulder.

    "Let''s have the doctor do another check-up first."

    He had already pressed the call button, and the doctor arrived quickly.

    Lizetta, with Remington''s arm around her waist, was led away from the bedside as the doctor and nurses approached. Stepping back, Lizetta felt the firm hand still on her waist and subtly stepped aside.

    But Remington tightened his arm, pulling her securely back into his embrace.

    "He''s been watching us."

    Lizetta looked towards Thaddeus, indeed meeting his gaze again, and quickly offered a reassuring, bright smile. Remington also nodded at Thaddeus, then the doctor blocked their view, and Lizetta red at Remington.

    However, Remington looked

    innocently back and whispered,

    "Before bro fell into aa, we

    weren''t exactly on good terms. While he was out, he must''ve been

    worrying about you. His organs, vessels, and nerves are all weak now. If he finds out we''re divorced, it could shock his system and worsen his condition. Besides, he seems to have misunderstood our rtionship just now."

    Lizetta, persuaded by his reasoning, began to worry as well.

    Remington nodded, "I''m willing to y the part of a loving husband, no need to thank me."

    Frustration welled up in her-Remington could be insufferable-but she couldn''t bring herself to resist further.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Remington held Lizetta close, his eyes alight with amusement.

    He had taken advice from Timothy Temple, who said if a woman''s body stops rejecting a man''s closeness, her emotional defenses would gradually melt away.

    He should seize every opportunity to be near her, to tease her.

    It seemed Timothy, with his vast experience, indeed knew something.

    After the doctors confirmed Thaddeus''s condition was stable, with his mental rity and memory intact, they left.

    Thaddeus had been bedridden for

    over two years, and despite being well-cared for, he had lost a lot of weight. Yet, those eyes remained as Lizetta remembered - clear and warm.

    Lizetta moved forward again, wanting to hold Thaddeus''s hand, but Remington was quicker, gripping Thaddeus''s hand firmly.

    "Bro, would you like some water?"

    Thaddeus looked at Remington, puzzled and somewhat ttered.

    He was two years younger than Remington. Before thea, Remington had never called him "bro."

    How had one sleep changed Mr. Dashiell so profoundly?

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    Thaddeus felt a wave of relief wash over him as he looked at Lizetta, his eyes sparkling with amusement. The fact that Remington called him ''bro'' indicated that during his period of unconsciousness, their bond had grown stronger. With Remington looking out for her, his sister must have had a rtively easy time these past couple of years.

    "Thank... you." Thaddeus turned his gaze towards Remington, his words slow and deliberate. His gratitude was sincere. After speaking, he nced at Lizetta by his side. Remington understood that this thank you was not only for taking care of him during these past two years but also as a brother, thanking him for his kindness towards his sister. However, the harmony and affection he and Lizetta disyed were just for Thaddeus''s benefit.

    Thinking of what Lizetta had been through these past years, Remington felt a pang of guilt, finding it hard to meet Thaddeus''s clear, grateful gaze. He cleared his throat, his lips curving into a small smile as he smoothly changed the subject, his voice soft. "The doctor has given bro a thorough check-up, everything seems fine. I''ll arrange for the best rehabilitation team. Don''t worry, bro, you''ll be back on your feet in no time."

    Lizetta, who had just poured a ss of water, looked at Remington upon hearing this. She was still in a daze from Thaddeus''s awakening and hadn''t thought about arranging for a rehabilitation team. But Remington had already considered it. Lizetta''s grip on the ss tightened. She wasn''t heartless. Facing Remington, she reminded herself to stay calm, yet his gradual, frog-in-boiling-water approach and gestures of goodwill were hard to ignore.

    "Bro, take a sip of water," Lizetta said, bending down. But Remington took the ss from her, "Let me." Lizetta looked at him, and the man signaled, "Just adjust the bed for him." Remington''s tone was calm, yet firm. Given that Lizetta and Thaddeus weren''t actually rted by blood, how could Remington let her care for Thaddeus as intimately as before?

    Understanding his point, and with the Gardenias facing tough times, Lizetta wasn''t sure how to convey this to Thaddeus. With a heavy heart, she didn''t insist further and left Thaddeus in Remington''s care. But Thaddeus, drained of energy, fell asleep again shortly after drinking some water.

    As Lizetta and Remington stepped out of the hospital room, she told him, "I appreciate your kindness, but we really don''t need to bother you with the rehabilitation team." Before she could finish, Remington raised an eyebrow to cut her off. "Eager to kick me out just as your brother wakes up, huh? Talk about biting the hand that feeds you."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta was at a loss for words. Hisment made it sound like arranging medical care was a coveted task. She pressed her lips together, "I just don''t want to trouble you." "Whether it''s a trouble or not, that''s for me to decide. If I''m willing, it''s no bother at all."

    By now, they had reached the

    elevator, which opened to reveal a

    ???

    family member carrying a food tray. Remington instinctively pulled Lizetta in front of him, shielding her with his back. Lizetta, catching the familiar woody scent of his cologne, looked up into his deep, endless eyes that seemed to reflect only her, her heart skipping a beat.

    "Whatever you say." She let out a soft chuckle, stepping into the elevator ahead of Remington. If he insisted on arranging it, she couldn''t stop him. Remington watched her slightly agitated yet irresistible exit, feeling a light feather touch his heart, stirring something deep within.

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    As Lizetta and Remington stepped out of the hospital building, they were about to go their separate ways when his phone rang. "Hey, Grandma," he answered.

    It was Fiona Dashiell.

    Lizetta paused instinctively, not wanting to eavesdrop, but Remington turned to look at her.

    "Yeah, she''s here. We''re still together."

    It was clear Fiona was asking about her.

    "Hold on a sec, Grandma. Let me check with her."

    Lizetta looked puzzled, and Remington exined.

    "Ethan and his wife had a fight, and it got back to Grandma. She heard you''re back in Zion City and wants you over for dinner."

    Lizetta had kept in touch with Fiona during her four months in Tranquil Meadows, but she hadn''t told Fiona about her return this time, not wanting to worry the elderlydy.

    She had nned to visit her in a couple of days, after settling down, but she hadn''t expected the news of Shirley''s family''s troubles to reach her first.

    She wondered if Fiona would read too much into it.

    Seeing Lizetta''s hesitation, Remington softly said, "It''s okay if you don''t want to go. I can tell Grandma."

    He thought she might be reluctant to return to the Dashiell family estate, considering the memories it held for them both.

    Lizetta smiled lightly, "I was just thinking, the gift I prepared for Fiona is still at Maple Cottage. I need to pick it up."

    Relieved at her agreement, Remington''s expression softened.

    "I''ll go with you."

    After a quick trip to Maple Cottage, they arrived at the Dashiell family estate an hourter.

    The car slowly entered through the grand gates, the estate looking as timeless as ever.

    Lizetta found the familiar setting bittersweet.

    She remembered the day she left; Jerome holding her, her

    grandmother gripping her hand, on the verge of tears, filled

    sorrow.

    en.sws

    Now, the emotions stirred by Remington over the past few days froze over instantly.

    Yet, Lizetta noticed several cars in the courtyard, suggesting guests at the estate?

    But knowing she wasing, Fiona, who always considered her feelings, wouldn''t normally invite others.

    With curiosity, Lizetta followed Remington into the foyer.

    The chatter in the vast living room ceased abruptly.

    All eyes turned their way, and Lizetta was surprised to see the room filled with Dashiell family members.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Not guests, but her own family, including Ethan and his family. Except for the two younger members abroad, everyone was present.

    Including Nathan, Ethan with scratch

    marks on

    his face, Wendy with

    swollen, bruised eyes, and Shiel

    g exceptionally sour.

    Fiona sat in the center of the sofa, her face lighting up with joy as she saw Lizetta, standing up immediately.

    "Liz! My dear heart, you finally came to see me, I''ve missed you so, you heartless girl!"

    Despite her age, the silver-haireddy moved swiftly, waving off attempts to help her as she reached out to Lizetta.

    Fearing Fiona might stumble in her haste, and feeling emotional herself, Lizetta quickly stepped forward to embrace her. "Fiona, I''ve missed you too."

    "Oh, you little liar. You definitely

    haven''t missed me as much as I''ve missed you. Without my Liz, my little ray of sunshine, nothing tastes good anymore. Look, even my haichas gone whiter missing you."

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    Fiona pointed to her head, now full of silver strands.

    Lizetta looked over, her eyes warming with tears. When she had left, Fiona''s hair still sported a few ck strands, but now, it was a challenge to find even one.

    "Silver hair like Fiona''s is all the rage this year. Many folks try to dye their hair to get this effect but can''t quite nail it. And Fiona, with such a full head of hair, looks even more regal and elegant. Many a girl with thinning hair would be green with envy."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta teased Fiona, who responded with a heartyugh, clearly pleased with thepliment.

    As Fiona stood up, the younger ones couldn''t remain seated any longer.

    Nathan and the others quickly got to their feet, and Shirley, despite her swollen, aching knees, reluctantly followed suit.

    At that moment, she watched Fiona and Lizetta chatting away happily, Fiona enthusiastically bigging up Lizetta, and felt a bitter mix of sourness and jealousy.

    "What''s the big deal with her? Just a widow who lost a child, acting as if the whole world owes her something. To the uninitiated, you''d think she was some kind of princess, demanding the entire family get up to greet her!"

    Shirley was seething, having only badmouthed Lizetta a bit in a private room one day, which led to her practically being on her knees, and even caused a rift with her parents.

    Lizetta, that wretch, even dared to threaten her with an abortion receipt.

    Despite being the real victims, they were now summoned to the old family home, all to wait for Lizetta''s arrival.

    She was even forcibly brought here from the hospital. For what reason?

    But Shirley only dared to mutter under her breath,ining to her mother Wendy next to her.

    Wendy nced at her and hissed, "Shut up, behave yourself!"

    Wendy was a bit smarter than Shirley.

    How could Lizetta, that wretch, get her hands on their dark secrets and dare to threaten them?

    It must have been Remington digging up dirt to support Lizetta.

    Looking at the situation now, it hardly seemed like the matriarch had called Lizetta back to make amends on their behalf. Wendy guessed it was more likely that Lizetta was being weed back into the Dashiell family.

    It was as if she was a piece of gum stuck to the Dashiell family, and Remington, going back for seconds, picking up his old, worn-out shoe. Mrs. Dashiell was powerless, it seemed. "Mom, everyone''s here. Let''s sit and talk this out slowly," Nathan interjected, halting Fiona and Lizetta''s lively chat.

    Fiona shot him an impatient nce, "What, I can''t chat with Liz for a bit without you getting impatient?"

    Nathan''s brows furrowed, but having no leverage over his mother, his authoritative gaze fell on Lizetta.

    Lizetta, realizing everyone had stood up, kept herposure and smiled, aiding Fiona and pretending not to notice Nathan''s dark look.

    "Fiona, is today a family gathering? Maybe my timing is off, I shoulde back another day..."

    Before she could finish, Lucian

    Dashiell stepped forward, smiling and affectionately ruffling Lizetta''s hair, saying, "Litchi, you''ve be even more beautiful. Luc''s dazzled. Being single really is the best makeup."

    Remington''s icy gaze shot over, but Lucian not only kept his hand on Lizetta''s head, but he also draped an arm over her shoulder, adding, "Can''t just hug grandma, right? Luc''s

    missed you too."

    Lizetta turned slightly, her eyes twinkling as she reached to embrace Lucian.

    But before she could fully turn, Remington had grabbed Lucian by the cor and pulled him a few steps away.

    "Act with some dignity in front of the elders," he said with a deep, stern voice.

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    Lucian nced at Rex, his tone dripping with mock concern, "A simple hug between siblings, and you''re losing your cool? Are you sure it''s not just your age-old jealousy making aeback?" Lucian really wanted to rib Rex some more, but the timing wasn''t right. He knew better than to stir the pot at such a moment. Instead, he turned to Liz and said, "Don''t think of postponing, Liz. Grandma and Rex went out of their way to invite us over just for you. You''re the star of the show today, the guest of honor."Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Liz, confused by the unfolding events, looked at Rex for some rity.

    Rex, with a reassuring smile and a voice as smooth as velvet, said, "There are a few things we need to clear up."

    Liz had no idea what he was up to, but it was clear she was already caught in his ns.

    Helplessly, she walked over to the couch with Fiona, who then pulled her down to sit beside her.

    "Rex, you''re not thinking of getting back with Liz, are you? Why haven''t we heard a whisper about this?" Mr. Dashiell, sipping his tea, was the first to break the silence.

    Bringing Liz back home and gathering the whole family certainly looked like Rex was introducing her to the family again.

    Liz immediately shot Rex a cold look. Her expression turned icy, clearly displeased. If Rex was being this presumptuous and thought he could just announce they were getting back together, she wouldn''t hesitate to call him out on it right there.

    Rex also looked at Liz, noticing her visibly chilling demeanor. His lips pressed together, a bitter taste spreading through his mouth. Yet, his expression remained unchanged as he addressed Mr. Dashiell.

    "Reuniting with her is indeed my heart''s desire, but the time isn''t right. I''m still trying to make amends, hoping to first earn her forgiveness and a fair chance to win her back. Today, I wanted to discuss something else with everyone here."

    Liz didn''t expect him to be so upfront about wanting to win her back. A collective gasp filled the

    room, and all eyes tu

    no

    Liz. She was unprepared for spotlight, feeling as if Rex had dragged her into an utterly embarrassing scene. Her cool demeanor quickly flushed with a thin veil of red.

    het

    The room was genuinely taken aback. Everyone knew Rex as aloof, reserved, and emotionally distant. No one expected him to publicly humble himself before a woman, was openly disying his deep feelings, striving to salvage their rtionship, clearly putting himself in a vulnerable position, waiting for her to turn back.

    Even Lucian, who knew the intricacies of Rex and Liz''s tangled love story, was stunned, his mouth agape. And Shirley, seething with jealousy, scratched the leather couch, leaving visible marks.

    After a long silence, Mr. Dashiell finally spoke, "Well, this is quite unexpected from our very own Mr. Rex Dashiell of the Dashiell family."

    Mrs. Dashiell chuckled, turning to Nathan with a sly remark, "Brother, who would''ve thought our Dashiell family had a romantic in its ranks?"

    After Rex''s divorce, Mrs. Dashiell

    had been quite keen on setting him

    up with her niece. She had even orchestrated a couple of idental meetings, but Rex''s cold response had put an end to her ns. Seeing Rex-bringing Liz back and making such a public deration, she realized this path was nowpletely blocked. Her difort was palpable.

    Nathan, with a slight frown, said, "Rex, your aunt and uncle, along with your cousins, are all very busy. Save these irrelevant talks for a private moment with Liz, will you? This isn''t the ce for it!"

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    Lizetta couldn''t help but feel that Nathan might have a point, despite the chaos that seemed to be swirling around Remington today. With folks like Camille and Lucian, who always treated her kindly, to the likes of Shirley''s family, who never missed a chance to throw a jab her way, and others who remained indifferent, the gathering was a mixed bag. These were people who had watched her grow up, and she felt that airing her and Remington''s private matters in such a setting was unnecessary. Moreover, she didn''t see a future where she and Remington would rekindle their past romance.

    As she made a move to try and stop Remington from making a scene, Fiona held her hand and said, "Why all the fuss? The wife of Remington is to be the future matriarch of the Dashiell family. It''s his personal business as well as a family matter for the Dashiells. If Remington doesn''t mind sharing, why shouldn''t we, as his elders, listen to what he has to say about his marriage?"

    Fiona''s words were followed by a frown directed at Nathan. "Nathan, Remington is your son. Aren''t you the least bit concerned about his emotional and marital well-being? Your way of fathering is what''s truly haphazard!"

    Nathan was anything but indifferent to Remington''s romantic endeavors. His dissatisfactiony with his daughter-inw, which was why he had reprimanded Remington.

    "Mom, how could I not care about my son? But when a leader of a corporation behaves with such ack of steadiness, treating his feelings and marriage like child''s y... First, he rushes into a wedding, then embarrasses himself by not showing up, turning the Dashiell family into aughingstock. One day he''s divorcing, the next he''s talking about remarriage without any solid ns. His actions are utterly ridiculous. As his father, am I not allowed to criticize him?"

    Lizetta was well aware of this, a touch of self-derision shing across her lips.

    Nathan, openly scolded by the matriarch in front of the younger family members, struggled to maintain his dignity, his words growing more stern.

    Lizetta, sitting back, decided to simply enjoy her tea and the unfolding drama. She had to admit.

    Nathan''s criticisms of Remington weren''t entirely without merit.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Fiona, visibly upset, remarked, "Do you not understand why Remington and Liz ended up in divorce? If you had properly managed your..."

    She believed that Remington and

    Lizetta, having grown up together, shared a deep bond. Despite misunderstandings, they had been working through their issues, potentially heading towards a lifelongmitment, had it not been for Hanna''s outrageous actions causing Daisy''s tragic death, leading to the divorce.

    And Hanna, being Nathan''s wife, had turned so extreme partially due to Nathan''s earlier infidelities.

    Nathan bore a significant share of the me, so how could he stand there and lecture?

    However, considering Nathan''s reputation and the fact that Lizetta was unaware of Hanna''s role, Fiona bit her tongue.

    Lizetta nced at Fiona, wondering

    §Ö

    who Nathan needed to manage better and why Fiona suddenly stopped short. She noticed Hanna''s absence, which was odd considering even Shirley, who had been hospitalized, was present. Initially, Lizetta thought Hanna simply didn''t want to see her, but now, something didn''t add up.

    Especially when Mrs. Dashiell hinted at something happening to Hanna because of her... With a furrowed brow, Lizetta looked at Nathan, whose expression was darker than ever.

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    In stark contrast to his previously unyielding demeanor, he now seemed struck down, silent as a stone.

    Seeing Lizetta''s furrowed brow and worried she might overthink things, Remington raised his voice, saying, "Let''s not get worked up, Dad. I didn''te here to talk about my remarriage. That only came up because they asked, and I was just being honest." "Remington, your concerns involve the Dashiell family, right?" Camille interjected timely, breaking the tense atmosphere.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Ethan and Wendy''s faces slightly shifted, with Wendy''s eyes immediately welling up with tears. "What, Remington? You''re turning a blind eye to Lizetta''s aggression towards us, and now you''re here to kick us when we''re down, to mock us?" Shirley immediately started sobbing too.

    Lucian scoffed, "My mom hasn''t said a word, and you already feel mocked. Sounds like you know you''re the joke here."

    Wendy''s face turned beet red with anger as she red at Lucian. Wendy was known for her relentless nagging, while Camille, a widow for many years raising Lucian, always kept a low profile.

    Lizetta, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke up, not wanting Wendy to direct her fury towards them. "Mrs. Dashiell, all I did was recount the actions you and Shirley took. Then you both start throwing me around like a family feud. How is that Remington encouraging me to bully you? Maybe I should go over the details again, let everyone here judge for themselves?"

    Wendy and Shirley''s faces turned pale. The embarrassing deeds they''d done were not something they could openly discuss.

    Suddenly, they lost their fight, and Ethan, embarrassed, shot his wife and daughter a look. "Be quiet and let Remington speak. Haven''t we been embarrassed enough?"

    Remington''s gaze briefly lingered

    between Lizetta and Lucian, a sour feeling in his heart. When Nathan

    had scolded him earlier, Lizetta seemed to enjoy the show, casually sipping her tea. But the moment Wendy red at Lucian, Lizetta immediately defended him, fearing Wendy would make things difficult for him. The difference in treatment couldn''t be more clear.

    ???

    He suppressed his feelings, gesturing to Cedric, who stepped forward and handed Remington a document. Remington opened it, "This document summarizes the treatment costs for Thaddeus Over the years and the monthly payment records from the Dashiell Hospital. These records show that tiz has been covering Thaddeus''s treatment costs by herself, without ever using a dime of the Dashiell family''s medical fund."

    The Dashiell family had a special medical fund at the Dashiell Hospital, meaning any family member''s treatment would be directly deducted from this fund without out-of-pocket expenses.

    Hanna and Shirley had always used Lizetta of being a leech, thinking that since Thaddeus was staying at the Dashiell Hospital, he was using the Dashiell family''s resources.

    Remington first handed the documents to Wendy and her daughter, "You better look closely, Wendy."

    Wendy and Shirley were especially skeptical, but the records were clear as day, each payment like a p to their faces. Their expressions were a mix of shock and confusion. How could this be? Such a massive medical bill, and Lizetta had indeed paid it all by herself, without touching a penny of the Dashiell family''s medical fund.

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    Remington seemed to revel in the difort he was causing, grabbing a folder from Cedric and waving it in the air.

    "Here, take a look at this. It''s a record of Wendy''s family''s visits and expenses at Dashiell Memorial over the years. Just her two brothers, parading an array of girlfriends for abortions, spending tens of thousands a year, and all under false names, using Ethan''s ID. And that''s not even touching on the rest of Wendy''s family, who seem to find themselves in need of medical attention for every little headache or fever. Wendy, who exactly is leeching off the Dashiell family''s resources?"

    Wendy''s face turned beet red, Ethan even more so, his grip on her tightening in fury.

    "What''s this about your brothers using my name for their escapades? This is nder! To anyone not in the know, it''d look like I''m the viin here! Your brothers gallivanting around town, and I''m left holding the bag? Wendy, you call yourselves respectable? You make the Gardenia family look saintly byparison, and you''ve got the nerve to criticize others?"

    Ethan''s words left Mrs. Dashiell unable to raise her head in pride, her mouth opening and closing in a failed attempt at defense. The truth was in to see, leaving her with no room to argue, only to respond in frustration,

    "It''s not just us, your family is no different..."

    Mrs. Dashiell indeed had her fair share of these incidents over the years, especially given the Dashiell Group owned the hospital, naturally facilitating her own family''s use. Fiona, always forgiving, and both Nathan and Remington had never made a fuss about it. But now, with Remington bringing it all to light, it was a moment of acute embarrassment, especially with Wendy dragging her into it.

    She immediately dered her stance, "Liz grew up in the Dashiell family, she''s one of us. Even if Liz''s brother was treated at Dashiell Memorial, it''s entirely justified. I''m not like you, ying favorites."

    Wendy looked even more mortified, as if sitting on pins and needles.

    Remington didn''t dwell further on the hospital issue; instead, he pulled out a credit card.

    "This card is familiar to all of us; every member of the Dashiell family has one. Every month, a certain amount is deposited into it from family trust. This one is Liz''s. She

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    rtook ok it with her, and the bnce has only gone up over the years. Since she was fourteen, she''s been adding money to it herself, anything from a few hundred to a few thousand, even tens of thousands."

    Laying the card and the bank statements on the table, his voice deepened,

    "In our divorce, I was at fault, but Liz left with nothing. While this might not concern everyone here, I still think it''s important you all know."

    Remington''s gaze swept the room, finally resting on Lizetta. His eyes dimmed slightly as he continued,

    "Even though Liz was raised as a Dashiell, she owes the family nothing. I don''t want to hear any more derogatory remarks about her or see anyone looking down on her, using so-called favors to manipte her."

    His voice, deep and firm, carried a warning look towards Shirley. Shirley felt a chill run down her spine, fully, aware that Remington''s admonition was directed mostly at her. Biting her lip until it bled, her sense of superiority as Ms. Shirley Dashiell of the Dashiell family, all her pride, felt utterly shattered. Her taste was

    metallic, her face pale.

    Her eyes teary, she looked at Fiona, but Fiona wasn''t looking at her granddaughter. Instead, she was holding Lizetta''s hand tightly.

    "Remington speaks for me as well.

    Liz doesn''t just owe nothing to the

    Dashiell family; it''s the Dashiell family that owes her a great deal. Let''s not forget, Liz saved my life as a childOver the years, she''s looked after me and kept mepany more than any of you, showing true filial piety. From now on, anyone who dares speak ill of my lifesaver will face family discipline!"

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    Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered as the warmth from the olddy''s gentle grasp reached her heart, blurring her vision with unshed tears. She hadn''t anticipated that when Remington gathered the entire Dashiell family, it was to make such a public deration. Taken in by the Dashiell family since she was a child, Lizetta had always felt a deep sense of inferiority and timidity in their presence, never able to lift her head high. She always believed that the Dashiell family had given her life, nurturing her into adulthood-a debt of

    Remington had often reminded her of this. "Lizetta, the Dashiell family raised you. Your life, your very being, belongs to the Dashiell family. You have no right to defy us, no right to leave." Yet now, he was openly stating that she no longer owed anything to the Dashiell family. No one in the family had the right to use past favors to control her anymore.

    gratitude she felt she could never fully repay.

    Her lips trembled as she tried to speak to Fiona Dashiell, but the lump in her throat grew heavier, leaving her at a loss for words. Her heart was a tangled mix of bitterness and relief, aplex array of emotions. Sensing her turmoil, Fiona gently patted her hand in reassurance and spoke, "Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said. Tonight, I just want a quiet dinner with Liz. Everyone else, head home. There''s no need to stay."

    With that, Fiona stood, pulling Lizetta up with her. "Liz, help me back to my room to rest for a bit. Remington, see them out."

    "Of course, Grandma," Remington replied, his gaze lingering on Lizetta, who, unfortunately, never looked back at him. It was as if she was avoiding his eyes.

    The Shirley family felt particrly embarrassed today. Watching Lizetta and Fiona leave, chatting andughing, Shirley couldn''t help but storm out, her eyes red and ignoring her sore legs.

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    Mr. Dashiell settled into the car, turning to Mrs, Dashiell beside him. "Mom and Remington went through all this trouble, calling the whole family over just for Lizetta... It looks like Remington is determined to reconcile. From now on, drop the idea of pushing your niece towards

    him."

    Mrs. Dashiell frowned and responded sourly, "I get it. I don''t see what''s so special about that girl, managing to wrap Mom and Remington around her finger."

    "Enough. If you don''t want to make a scene, keep those thoughts to yourself!"

    After spending some time with Fiona, Lizetta left the room as dinner was still a while away. Fiona wanted to rest a bit, and just as Lizetta opened the door, she bumped into Tina, who was carrying a tray.

    The medicine on Tina''s tray spilled,

    staining Lizetta''s cream sweater dress. "Oh dear, are you burned? My goodness, I was so careless... What to do now..." Tina was frantic.

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    highly absorbent, and instantly stained at the chest, though fortunately, the medicine wasn''t hot

    enough to burn her.

    More concerned about the medicine than her dress, Lizetta asked, "What''s wrong with Fiona? Why is she taking medicine?"

    "It''s nothing serious, just that the old

    With the scent of medicine strong on her dress, Lizetta had no other option. Seeing Tina''s apologetic and sincere expression, she hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

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    Liz turned on her heel, took a couple of steps, then paused and looked back.

    Tina, assuming Liz was worried about not having clothes, quickly reassured her. "Don''t worry, there are clothes for you in the master bedroom..."

    Liz interrupted, "Tina, just call me Liz from now on, okay?"

    Tina blushed slightly, "Oops, sorry, old habits die hard. Don''t be mad, Miss Liz."

    Liz smiled, then asked, "Tina, where are Mrs. Hanna Dashiell and Joseph today? I haven''t seen them around."

    Tina''s eyes flickered. Hanna had been taken to a psychiatric hospital by Remington for treatment and hadn''t returned since. Joseph Dashiell, after undergoing a stem cell transnt, had recovered quickly. Two months ago, he was discharged and resumed normal life. However, knowing the truth about his recovery, Joseph hid upon hearing of Liz''s visit.

    "Joseph hasn''t been feeling well, so Mrs. Hanna Dashiell took him abroad for treatment," Tina fibbed.

    Did Mrs. Dashiell imply that Remington had sent Hanna, along with Joseph, abroad for treatment? And why did she say it was for her?

    Liz''s suspicions deepened, but she didn''t press further. Instead, she requested, "Tina, I''ll just refresh myself in the guest room. Could you please fetch me some clean clothes?"

    Tina shook her head, "I''m sorry, Miss Liz, but the pipes broke yesterday, and the whole floor with the guest rooms has no hot water right now."N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Liz found it too coincidental, yet knowing Tina''s loyalty and honesty, she didn''t suspect her of lying. Feeling ufortable where the medicine had stained her shirt, she decided not to fuss and headed toward her and Remington''s old bedroom instead.

    As Liz disappeared, Tina entered the room where Fiona was resting on a recliner with her eyes closed. Upon Tina''s approach, Fiona opened her eyes.

    "Oh my, Miss Liz is not easy to fool anymore. The way she looked at me, my heart was pounding," Tina confessed.

    Fiona chuckled, "I know it''s tough on you, so I sent you a bonus in the group chat."

    Tinaughed, handing over a medicine bowl, "Don''t think you can bribe me. Even with a bonus, you''re still drinking this. It''s already spilled halfway; no discounts."

    The n to lure Liz back to her old room to give her grandson a chance was genuine, as was Fiona''s need for medicine due to recent health issues.

    In the adjacent room.

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    Liz pushed open the door to therge bedroom, instantly enveloped by its familiar scent. Everything, from the furnishings to the lingering scent of aged wood, even the white gardenias in the pink ceramic vase by the window, reminded her of the past.

    It was as if she had never left, still living there, still Mrs. Dashiell.

    Memories with Remington flooded her mind, causing her heart to race. She quickly averted her eyes, heading to the walk-in closet.

    Her old clothes were still there,

    along with some recent additions. The only difference was that

    previously, her and Remington''s

    clothes were hung separately. Now, they were intertwined, like those of a deeply in love couple.

    Liz found Remington''s actions ridiculous, a form of self-deception.

    Yet, her breathing was erratic, her emotions tangled as if continuously being pulled at. She quickly grabbed a sweater dress and dashed into the bathroom, washing up swiftly.

    But when it was time to dress, she was realized in her rush and confusion, she had only grabbed the dress, forgetting underwear. Her original undergarments, stained with

    medicine, were now discarded in the trash. .

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    Lizetta frowned and pressed her ear against the bathroom door, straining to hear any sounds. Outside, it was eerily quiet-not a single noise.

    Recalling Tina mentioning that Remington had been called away by Nathan for a conversation and that no one woulde in, Lizetta quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel and opened the door, hurrying towards the walk-in closet. Fortunately, the bedroom was empty.

    Lizetta pulled open a drawer, grabbed some lingerie, and breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to head back to the bathroom. But as she turned around, she heard footsteps and the sound of a man talking on the phone outside the dressing room. "Send me the project files again after you''ve rpiled them. Bye."

    It was Remington''s deep and familiar voice,ing closer.

    Lizetta nced down at herself, wrapped only in a towel, and felt a wave of panic.

    Her mind went nk, but her body reacted faster than her thoughts. She opened a wardrobe and dove inside, closing the door behind her.

    The footsteps quickly approached the wardrobe, and Lizetta heard two thuds.

    It must have been Remington cing his phone and watch on the disy shelf in the middle.

    Then came the rustling sound of clothing being removed.

    Lizetta, tucked inside the wardrobe, dared not breathe. She thought she must have lost her mind to hide like this.

    If she were found now, it would be even more embarrassing.

    She closed her eyes and prayed for Remington to leave quickly, but it seemed her prayers went unanswered.

    Instead of leaving, the footsteps stopped right outside her wardrobe door and stood still.

    With only a door between them, Lizetta held her breath nervously. Her cheeks flushed red from theck of air, and she felt suffocated.

    She was on the verge of tears from her own stupidity when Remington moved, his foot kicking the wardrobe door.

    In a panic, Lizetta raised her hand to cover her mouth, but the movement was too sudden, causing her elbow to thud against the door. "Who''s there?!"

    As Remington''s stern voice sounded, the wardrobe door swung open.

    Light poured in, revealing Lizetta

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    curled up inside. Her skin was damp, her fingers pressed to her lips, and her eyes wide with panic, like a startled rabbit. ¨¦n.swnovels

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    cowel she was wrapped in

    cariously close to falling off,

    curly hair sticking to her

    pale neck and corbent

    Remington, standing in front of the wardrobe, was also surprised to find such a sight by following the trail of wet footprints.

    He stood frozen, unable to take his eyes off her, his gaze growing darker.

    "Get out!" Lizetta red at Remington, finally regaining her senses, her embarrassment turning to anger.

    But Remington just raised an eyebrow, leisurely taking in the sight of her slowly blushing body.

    His gaze finally settled on her nervously curled, petite, pale toes, his breathing deepening uncontrobly.

    "This is my room. Seems like the one who should leave isn''t me."

    For Remington, the scene was like a feastid out before a hungry traveler.

    How could he easily pass it up?

    He spoke in a hoarse voice, leaning in slightly.

    By now, Remington''s shirt was untucked from his ck dress pants, the belt undone.

    ret

    As he leaned closer, sunlight filtered through his thin shirt, casting light and shadows across the defined muscles of his chest and a

    His familiar scent of deep wood enveloped her, sending Lizetta into a panic. She instinctively pushed him away.

    "Stay back! We''re divorced!"

    She wanted to push him away, to escape.

    The next second, he didn''t make it difficult for her, letting her push him away.

    But as Lizetta rushed out, her right foot tingled, her legs gave way, and she screamed, tumbling forward.

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    "Ah!"

    Lizetta gasped, closing her eyes tight.

    Remington, already prepared, spread his arms wide and caught the woman tumbling out of the closet into his embrace. He stepped back, and both he and Lizetta fell to the ground together.

    Lizetta''s chin hit Remington''s corbone, causing a sharp pain that made her nose tingle. When she opened her eyes, she was met with Remington''s deep, dark gaze, swirling with a familiar yet dangerous desire. Following his gaze downward, Lizetta''s mind buzzed as a wave of heat engulfed her. Her towel hade undone.

    "Let go! You jerk!"

    She struggled, her voiceced with indignation, but Remington''s arms were tightly wrapped around her slender, smooth waist, refusing to release her, not willing to let her get up and leave. Lizetta''s face turned a bright shade of red, and Remington, with a pained expression, said, "Don''t move, I think I''ve hurt my back. I can''t move."

    How could he even believe what he was saying? But before she could argue, Remington added, in a tone of self-pity, "Besides, how can you call me a jerk in this situation? After all, this is my room, and Ms. Madden, you''re the one who threw yourself at me and... in a very suggestive state."

    Lizetta, without letting him finish, angrily ced a hand over his mouth and another over his eyes. "Even if you''ve hurt your back, your arms are fine, right? Let go, I want to get up."

    With him holding her like this, she

    had no way to stand. Lizetta tried to wriggle free, only to identally touch something she shouldn''t have. Remington let out a groan that was embarrassingly arousing, bringing back vivid memories of their past intimacies. Lizetta felt her body weaken.

    Feeling the change in her, Remington''s hot hand slid up her waist, his lips pressing against her fingers that covered his mouth, whispering temptingly, "Liz, darling..."

    Lizetta''s heart pounded in her chest, but his hot breath made her shiver in panic. "Remington! If you don''t let go now, I''ll really get angry!"Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.

    Remington stopped, his forehead vein throbbing with the effort of restraint. Sweat trickled down his sharp jawline, but he finally released his grip. Lizetta, face flushed, wrapped herself up and, with trembling legs, managed to get up and run out.

    Remingtony on the floor of the

    changing room, his chest heaving. The room was empty, but her sweet scent lingered. He looked down at himself and let out a wry smile. Covering his eyes with a hand, he tried to calm himself but couldn''t help remembering a simr incident when he came home to find Lizetta bending over to change ber skirt in the changing room. She always teased him unintentionally, yet never allowed him closer, torturing him with desire. If he didn''t know her so well, he might have thought she was doing it on purpose.

    In the bathroom, Lizetta locked the door behind her, leaning against it and almost sliding to the floor in relief. Her face was burning with ?

    embarrassment, feeling uttithet

    humiliated. Even though they had been through everything together, even having a child, this situation now...

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    This was more awkward than a one-night stand with a stranger.

    She was flustered and at a loss when there was a knock on the door, causing Lizetta to freeze.

    Remington''s voice came from the other side. "Are you looking for your lingerie? It fell into the closet."

    ncing around, Lizetta realized she had hurried too quickly, wrapping herself in a towel but indeed leaving her underwear behind.

    She bit her lip, her voice tight. "Just hang it on the doorknob outside, please."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    "Alright, take your time. I''ll use another room to shower."

    His footsteps faded quickly, but Lizetta didn''t dare open the bathroom door until the sounds werepletely gone. She then swiftly grabbed the thin pieces of clothing and got dressed.

    Exiting the bathroom, Remington was nowhere in sight in the bedroom. Lizetta headed towards the bedside table. The hairdryer wasn''t in the bathroom, and with her thick, long hair, it always took ages to dry.

    She preferred sitting in front of the vanity mirror to blow-dry her hair, so the hairdryer was always kept in the drawer beneath the nightstand.

    As she approached, she paused, not to grab the hairdryer but captivated by arge oil painting hanging above the bed.

    Her gaze was locked, filled with shock andplexity.

    It depicted a couple''s wedding, the woman in a flowing white dress, standing on tiptoe, wrapped around the neck of a man in a ck tuxedo. The woman''s eyshes quivered, a look of blissful shyness on her face, as if she was about to kiss the man.

    The man, looking down with a tender gaze, slowly leaned in towards her.

    The woman''s long veil fluttered in the breeze, hiding a little boy in a matching ck tuxedo, his yful innocence radiating from the painting. The backdrop was adorned with roses in full bloom, under perfect sunshine.

    Naturally, Lizetta recognized the figures: the woman was her, the

    man was Remington, and the

    boy was their son, Daisyy

    The bridal gown and the groom''s suit were exact replicas of what they wore on their wedding day.

    Even the design of the wedding ring on the woman''s finger was detailed to match theirs.

    Daisyy had her eyes but Remington''s nose and mouth.

    In this painting, they were the picture of a happy family.

    Every stroke of the painting was infused with the artist''s emotions, so full of happiness and detail. Lizetta knew it was Remington''s work.

    Remington had a natural talent for painting, having studied under the renowned artist Rhine as a child. A piece he made in high school once sold for a staggering hundred thousand dors.

    As a child, Lizetta had once pestered her brother to paint her portrait, but it never materialized.

    Remington rarely painted people,

    iming it required understanding their deepest emotions and pouring in much more feeling.

    He was naturally detached and cold, iming he couldn''t do it justice.

    Then, entering the business world, he became too busy to even think about picking up a brush again.

    Lizetta never expected to be caught off guard by such a painting.

    But what was he trying to preserve with this painting?

    Staring at it, her eyes gradually moistened, forgetting what she stood there for.

    Until she felt someone close behind her, Remington''s arms encircling her waist, pulling her gently into his embrace.

    His voice was soft by her ear. "Why are you crying? Don''t you like it?"

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    Lizetta suddenly snapped back to reality, only then noticing the cool sensation on her cheeks. She raised her hand, clumsily trying to wipe away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes. But Remington''s warm fingers were already gently brushing her face, slowly tracing away the moisture.

    Lizetta''s emotions were tumultuous as she brushed Remington''s hand aside, yet her gaze remained fixed on the painting.

    "When did you paint this?" she asked.

    Remington rubbed his thumb over the dampness on the canvas, a look of tenderness and pity surfacing in his eyes.

    "After you left, Grandma''s health has been deteriorating, so I''ve been spending more time at the family estate. I painted this during my idle moments."Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Lizetta knew he wasn''t telling the whole truth. Such arge painting couldn''t have beenpleted overnight. Remington was always busy; he must have squeezed out time from his rest to paint it.

    "Why did you paint this piece?" Lizetta''s voice was soft, and Remington struggled to discern whether she was happy or sad.

    He lowered his gaze, subconsciously tightening his embrace. "I..."

    Before he could finish, Lizetta slightly curved her lips and said, "Are you trying to make up for past regrets with this painting? But a painting will always remain just a painting; it can''t be reality. The happiness depicted can only remind us of how broken reality is." Lizetta''s voice choked up, and she forced herself to look away from the painting. She lowered her head to pull on Remington''s arms wrapped around her waist, but he tightened his grip instead.

    Remington, fresh from a shower in

    another room was only wearing a bathrobe. The bathrobe''s sleeves were too wide, and as Lizetta tried to pull away, her tugging left red marks on his arms. Yet, Remington still refused to let go. He remained silent, l¨¦tting her struggle more fiercely and scratch more desperately.

    Only when Lizetta''s emotions subsided, bing somewhat limp, did Remington rest his head against her shoulder, his voice hoarse. "Liz we have a long life ahead of us. Five years, ten years, twenty... I believe that one day, this painting will be reality. We''ll remarry, have another child. You can teach them to sing, y instruments, and dance, while I''ll teach them to paint and do

    business..."

    His voice grew more hoarse, filled with hope. Lizetta felt her heart stirring painfully, tears blurring her vision once again. Her voice trembled, yet it was ice-cold as she interrupted his vision of a perfect future. "But even if we have another child, it won''t be Daisy."

    She had told him this before, but it

    seemed like he could never understand, Remington stiffened momentarily, then, gripping Lizetta''s shoulders, he made her face him His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her, "Liz, we can''t stay trapped in the past forever. Daisy wouldn''t want you to be stuck because of her. Let''s start over, give me a chance to make things right, okay?"

    Lizetta looked into his eyes, filled with hope and obsession, her heart squeezed tight. She widened her tear-filled eyes, "You''re not Daisy. How would you know if Daisy would forgive us for being such parents? Don''t you think it''s selfish to say that?" Lizetta pushed the moisture back from her eyes, her gaze bing sharper and colder after being cleansed. Remington''s jaw tensed, his hand on her shoulder turning from burning hot to tremulously cold.

    Just moments ago, in the changing room, he had held her so close. He could feel it; she hadn''t forgotten him. She had feelings for him.

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    Even as she fled in embarrassment, a part of him couldn''t help but hope against hope that her actions were a sign of lingering love for him. But now, as he faced her usual resolute and cold demeanor, Remington couldn''t help but offer a silent eulogy to his own arrogance. He had hoped for too much. The passionate light in his eyes dimmed to a quiet depth as Lizetta spoke, her voice growing softer. "Thank you for looking after my brother all this time, for helping Yoli, and for standing up for me in front of the Dashiell family. If all these were your way of making amends, then I ept them. Remington, I don''t hold a grudge against you anymore, truly."

    Lizetta wasn''t heartless. After oveing her postpartum depression, she had done a lot of thinking. Theplications on that fateful night weren''t entirely Remington''s fault; she had her share of the me too. Her resentment had stemmed from believing that he was protecting the West family, defending Ste West. But now, it didn''t seem that way at all.

    With her brother awake and Remington''s recent actions, Lizetta found it in herself to let go of her hatred. But that was as far as it went.

    However, hearing her say she no longer resented him brought a flicker of life back to Remington''s icy heart. A spark of light returned to his eyes. He was about to tell Lizetta that his actions were not about atonement but because of his undying love for her when she continued.

    "You also said in front of the grandparents that from now on, I owe nothing to the Dashiell family and have no ties with them whatsoever. So, let''s just maintain this rtionship of mutual indifference, shall we?"

    The flicker of hope in Remington''s heart was doused as if with a bucket of ice water, especially at herstment, which felt like a dagger to his heart. His handsome face turned cold. "Mutual indifference? Who do you want to be happy with? Jerome? Just how far have you two gone?"

    His questions wereced with barely concealed anger and jealousy, as if using her of betrayal.

    Lizetta sighed, feeling helpless. "Even if I were to be with him, it''s none of your business!"

    "So, you''re actually considering it?" Remington''s voice was dark with turmoil, makingmunication seem impossible.

    She pushed past him, took a

    hairdryer from the bedside, and sat

    down in front of the vanity mirror, starting to blow-dry her hair. If they couldn''tmunicate, then perhaps it was best not to try. He could think whatever he wanted.

    But Remington saw her silence as a form of acquiescence. The thought of her possibly epting Jerome and being with another man, sharing intimate moments or even starting a family made his head throb and filled him with uncontroble dark thoughts. However, catching sight of Lizetta calmly drying her hair at the vanity, just as she used to, brought him back to a semnce of the past. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Four months ago, she wouldn''t have been able to sit so peacefully in front of him. He didn''t want her to hate him again. Suppressing his anger, Remington moved behind Lizetta, taking over the task of holding the hairdryer. "I''ll do it."

    Lizetta caught his earnest, deep

    gaze in the mirror and, not wanting to start another argument, let go. Her hair was thick and voluminous;

    drying it was always ang

    wrist-aching chore. If he was willing

    to help, she might as well think of him as Tony for the moment.

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    Remington was clueless about the turmoil inside Lizetta''s heart. Seeing her relent and let go, a faint smile yed on his lips, adding a touch of warmth to his usually reserved demeanor. He was gentle and meticulous in his movements, filling the room with nothing but the soft hum of the hairdryer.

    Lizetta felt his fingertips gently weaving through her hair, asionally massaging her scalp. It wasforting, familiar.

    It brought back memories.

    As a child, when Remington was in a good mood, a bit of pouting from her would have him drying her hair just like this.

    But she did it for him more often than he did for her. He was always too impatient to dry his hair after a shower, and fearing he''d catch a cold, she would insist on drying it for him. Those warm, sweet memories felt both like honey and poison.

    Catching a glimpse of him in the mirror, d in a bathrobe, Lizetta realized she had overestimated herself.

    She couldn''t just pretend he was some random guy named Tony.

    This kind of intimate atmosphere didn''t suit them at all.

    Her breathing grew uneven, and when Remington''s fingertips identally brushed the skin behind her ear, she couldn''t help but flinch.

    The next second, the hairdryer was turned off.

    The world seemed to fall silent, and Lizetta could hear her own heartbeat.

    "Are we done here? I''ll go check if dinner''s ready."

    As Lizetta tried to stand, Remington''s hand pressed gently on her shoulder.

    "Why are you blushing?"

    There was a depth in Remington''s gaze as he spoke, his hand moving as if to touch her flushed cheek.

    Lizetta stood up abruptly. "Remington! That''s enough!"

    His lips curved slightly, amused by her obviously flustered and annoyed expression.

    "Liz, you can''t even treat me as

    someone without a history. How can we move on separately? Don''t deceive yourself. We''re only happy together." ¨¦n.swnovels

    His voice was deep, almost seductive.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Lizetta felt a wave of panic, ring at him.

    "Who says I can''t? Do I need to start dating someone else and get

    married tomorrow for you to stop assuming things about me? I admit, maybe I haven''t fully moved on from you. After all, it''s been years of dove and hate. But that doesn''t mean we can rekindle our rtionship, nor does it mean my decision to leave you is any less real! Remington, let me make this clear once more, it''s over between us!"

    With that, Lizetta turned and walked away.

    Remington watched her leave. "Liz, if I truly move on, marry someone else, and have children, can you honestly wish me happiness?"

    Lizetta paused for a moment but didn''t look back or hesitate before nodding.

    "Yes, I will wish you happiness."

    Her words hit him like a thousand arrows, almost crushing the hairdryer in his hand.

    The mere thought of her with another man was unbearable.

    Yet, she said she could wish him happiness.

    She knew exactly how to hurt him, how to cut deep with her words.

    When Lizetta went downstairs, dinner was ready.

    She helped Fiona to the dining room, where Remington was already waiting.

    He had changed into a casual grey outfit, looking effortlessly rxed and subdued.

    He hadn''t dried his hair, and although it was partially dry, the tips were still damp.

    Lizetta pretended not to notice, but Fiona gave him a nce and couldn''t resist teasing.

    "Some people just don''t know how to appreciate the good days, always

    stirring up trouble. Lost Wife

    care

    and now there''s no one to of him, huh?"

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    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."

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    Remington nced at Fiona, his lips pressed into a thin line. Grandma had clearly intended to help him win back Liz. Now that Liz was still here, why stir the pot by inviting Ste over? "Grandma, we finally have Liz back for a quiet dinner. Why spoil it by inviting someone unrted over?"

    Remington''s tone was disapproving, while Fiona looked at him with a half-smile. "Guests are guests; it''s only polite to greet them."

    Remington couldn''t grasp Fiona''s logic, casting a worried look towards Lizetta. Lizetta caught his gaze and lifted the corners of her lips.

    "Mr. Dashiell, you seem so anxious; it makes you look guilty. What, are you afraid I''ll make things hard for Ms. West?"

    Lizetta actually didn''t mind seeing Ste; they had old scores yet to settle. Misinterpreting his concern, Remington''s expression darkened slightly as he retorted, "As long as you''re happy."

    At that moment, the butler ushered Ste in. Ste was dressed in an elegant cream-colored French dress paired with a light purple cashmere cardigan, ented with a slim ck belt cinching her waist. Her hair was loosely tied back into a bun, adorned only with a pair of pearl earrings. She also carried a thermal food container, presenting a modest and gentle appearance that would instantly endear her to the older generation.

    Upon entering, her gaze lingered on Remington for a few seconds, her eyes curving into a smile before she turned to Fiona. "Fiona, with the weather being so unpredictable, I''ve made some bird''s nest soup, a cure-all that''s great for the spirit. Please, have some." Ste approached with the container, only then seeming to notice Lizetta, her face turning a shade paler. "Liz, you''re here too? Is this a bad time? I hope I''m not intruding."

    Lizetta didn''t bother with pleasantries, nodding bluntly, "If I say you''re intruding, would you leave now?"

    Ste hadn''t expected such

    boldness from Lizetta, especially in front of Fiona Lizetta must be crazy. Remington might tolerate Lizetta'' behavior, but Fiona, with her emphasis on propriety and appearance, would surely

    disapprove. Yet, this might veline

    Ste''s favor, showcasing her as more gracious and understanding byparison.

    Caught off guard but still managing restraint, Ste apologized. "I''m sorry, if that''s the case, I''ll take my leave now and visit Fiona another time."

    Having been brought in, Ste

    must''ve been expected by Fiona.

    et el

    Now that Lizetta wasn''t Mrs. Dashiell anymore, what right did she have to dismiss one of the grandmother''s guests? Wouldn''t that be an affront to Fiona?

    Just as Ste turned to leave, Fiona''s voice stopped her. "Wait a moment."

    Ste turned back, hopeful, waiting for Fiona tofort her, perhaps even send Lizetta away. Instead, Fiona chided, "Ste, you''re being too sensitive."

    Ste was bbergasted, unable to follow Fiona''s logic. Fiona continued sternly, "Lizetta was just joking, and here you are making a scene. Isn''t that making everyone ufortable?"

    Ste was speechless, feeling utterly nauseated. Was Fiona blind? How could Lizetta''s remarks be taken as a joke?Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Biting back her frustration, Ste

    managed a forced smile. "Oh, Lizetta was joking? My mistake then. I know she has many misunderstandings about me and hasn''t liked me much. After ourst encounter at the club, where I drank a whole bottle of brandy to apologize to Lizetta and ended up sick, I hoped she would see my sincerity and we could move past our differences. I''d do anything for that."

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    Ste endured the humiliation with remarkable grace, which only deepened Lizetta''s admiration for her.

    After all, it''s not easy to have both a thick skin and the talent of a first-rate actor, but Ste seemed to possess both qualities.

    Ste''s intention was clear: she wanted to remind Fiona of that time she had forced her to chug a bottle of wine at the country club. Yet, Ste conveniently left out why she had done it in the first ce.

    Just as Lizetta was about to expose Ste''s real motives, Remington cut in with a tone full of disdain.

    "We''re about to have dinner, and your nagging is really killing my appetite!"

    His voice was deep, and his choice of words carried a double meaning, seemingly aimed at Ste herself.

    Ste''s eyes welled up with tears, utterly embarrassed and at a loss for words.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    "Remington, what did I do wrong? Why are you humiliating me like this?"

    She hadn''t been nagging incessantly; she had merely mentioned it once, yet he used her of being a nuisance.

    Was it that, in his eyes, her mere presence was now a source of disgust?

    As Ste pondered, tears rolled down her cheeks.

    Remington, with his lips pressed tightly, retorted, "You know exactly what you did wrong."

    The atmosphere turned awkward until Fiona tried to smooth things over.

    "Oh, Ste, don''t stoop to Remington''s level."

    Ste looked at Fiona with a faint sense of gratitude, thinking she was being sympathetic. But then Fiona continued.

    "Remington here got dumped by his wife. What''s the phrase? Oh yes, ''chasing after a lost cause.'' He''s

    been taking it out on Liz becausen et

    he''s too shy to confront her, so he''s

    sour to everyone. Don''t take it personally."

    Remington couldn''t help but offer a bitter smile, unsure if his grandmother was supporting him or mocking him.

    After a moment, Ste managed a weak smile towards Fiona, trying to convince her.

    "Fiona, you know, in our country, the chances of getting back together after a divorce are pretty slim. If the love''s already gone, it''s hard to mend, let alone a marriage. Liz has obviously moved on." Fiona frowned, clearly displeased.

    "It all depends on the situation! For those abusive, cheating types with bad habits, no chance. But if there''s still love, Just misunderstandingscor someone else''s interference, then why not? It''s like they say, ''True love conquers all, through thick and thin.'' Right, Miss West?"

    Fiona''s smile was sweet, but her words were a clear jab at Ste.

    Fiona wasn''t blind or naive. She knew the West family''s intentions and how much they owed to Remington.

    Over the years, Fiona had seen how much Remington had done for the West family, even missing his own wedding to help Ste.

    And now, the stark difference in his behavior towards Ste?

    There had to be a reason. If the Wests had done nothing wrong, Fiona wouldn''t believe it.

    She had let Ste in today to make her stance clear in front of them all. She hoped for Remington and Lizetta to reconcile and didn''t want Ste harboring any unrealisti hopes or lingering around their

    family home.

    Fiona hoped her blunt words would make Ste back off.

    But after a moment of stiffness, Ste asked in surprise.

    "Fiona, do Remington and Liz still love each other? You might be mistaken. Liz, do you still love Remington?"

    Ste turned to Lizetta, posing the question in front of everyone.

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    Lizetta met Ste''s challenging gaze with a slight curl of her lips.

    She knew Ste wanted her to publicly admit she no longer loved Remington. It would embarrass him, hurt his feelings, and dampen Fiona''s spirits. Why not?

    Although Lizetta didn''t want Remington to misunderstand, she was even less inclined to let Ste have her moment of triumph, and she certainly didn''t want to disrespect the family matriarch. She chuckled lightly, "Ms. West, why are you so curious about my love life? Who I love or don''t seems to be none of your business."

    Ste, not achieving her goal, pushed further.

    "Liz, why won''t you answer the question directly?"

    Lizetta, growing impatient with her persistence, was about to retort when Remington, with a frown, interjected.

    "Whether she loves me or not, I know best. We don''t need an outsider to ask on my behalf. Grandma, let''s eat."

    Ste bit her lip, nced at Remington with a hurt look, but ultimately didn''t dare to say more and bowed her head.

    Remington stood up to serve both Fiona and Lizetta a bowl of soup.

    Out of politeness, Fiona asked Ste, "Ste, have you had dinner yet?"

    Ste was about to say no, intending to inform Fiona that she hadn''t eaten because she was busy bringing over the freshly made bird''s nest soup. But before she could speak, Remington cut in. "Grandma, it''s dinner time. If she hasn''t eaten, wouldn''t that mean she''s here to freeload? Ms. West wouldn''t do something so impolite."

    Ste''s eyes reddened even more, but she could only nod with a forced smile.

    "Fiona, I''ve eaten. I mainly came to bring you some bird''s nest soup. Let me serve you a bowl to try?"

    Saying this, Ste opened her thermos and, still smiling, reached for a soup bowl.

    Despite feeling unwee, she refused to leave.

    Standing there was her way of aggravating Lizetta. If she left, who knows if the olddy might manage to reconcile them?

    Ste, with a subservient smile, served the bird''s nest soup to Fiona, bending slightly as she offered it.

    "Fiona, please try this. Let Remington and Liz enjoy their meal. I''ll take care of you. Just tell me if there''s anything you''d like." Her face was the picture of docility, bending slightly, a ssic image of a devoted young wife attending to an elder.

    However, Fiora felt more annoyed

    asThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    than ttered by Ste''s attempts to ingratiate herself. Rather than feeling charmed, she saw Stecking tact, wondering what schemes she had been up to behind the scenes.

    ve

    Considering the long-standing rtionship between their families and the hardships Ste had endured over the years, Fiona had felt sympathy for her and did not want to be too harsh. But Ste''s insistence on displeasure was too much.

    Fiona nced at the bird''s nest soup Ste had ced before her, "I''m on a herbal diettely, there are many things can''t eat. This bird''s nest is nourishing, but Liz would benefit from it more."

    Fiona then passed the bowl of bird''s nest soup to Lizetta.

    "Liz, try this."

    Ste clenched her fists, her face a mask of barely concealed displeasure.

    Fiona''s actions relegated her to the role of a servant attending to a young mistress.

    Without hesitation, Lizetta stirred the soup with a spoon and took a sipmenting, "It''s alright, but it might have too much sugar, a bit too

    sweet for me, I''m afraid it''ll spoil my appetite."

    Dropping the spoon, Ste was visibly shaking with anger.

    Yet, Remington just smiled indulgently at Lizetta, suggesting, "Then don''t have any more. You''ve developed a taste for spicy foodtely, haven''t you? Try this dish first."

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    Fiona''s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned to look at Lizetta.

    "Liz has developed a taste for spicy food? That exins it. Remington usually doesn''t fuss over the small stuff, but he specifically requested to add a few spicy dishes this time."

    Their conversation flowed seamlessly, as if they hadpletely forgotten about the presence of another person. Ste, no matter how thick-skinned, couldn''t stand being ignored any longer. She pinched her hand and managed a strained smile at Fiona, "I''ll leave you guys to your meal then. I''ll wait outside; I have a few things to discuss with Remingtonter."

    Without waiting for Remington to object, she quickly turned and made her way out. Fiona was still in high spirits, seemingly undisturbed. Whether it was to make Ste wait deliberately or he genuinely missed Lizetta, dinner stretched on for an hour.

    After the meal, Lizetta apanied Fiona for a leisurely stroll in the garden. Ste, who had been waiting in the living room, also followed them out, walking beside Remington. Remington, not wanting her to follow, deliberately slowed down and stopped to confront Ste. "Speak," he said, his voice cold and impatient, eager for her to finish and leave.

    Ste bit her lip, her left hand tightly gripping her right, where a few fingers were missing. "Remington, why are you treating me like this? Just because I called you away on the night Liz hadplications, you me everything on me? But what did I do wrong? I had no idea something like that would happen that night. If I had known, I wouldn''t have dared to disturb you, no matter how desperate I was. This isn''t fair to me!"

    Her voice was filled with sorrow and injustice, tears stubbornly clinging to her eyshes, refusing to fall. Yet, Remington''s gaze remained unmoved. "Ste, was Evelina Hawthorne''s miscarriage really just a coincidence?"

    Ste''s heart tightened as she looked up at him in shock, her tears finally falling. "What do you mean? Of course, it was an ident."

    "Why then did Evelina im someone had tampered with her slippers, causing her to slip in the bathroom?"

    Evelina was already in prison, but Ste knew that Remington had sent people to see Evelina twice. Yet, Evelina''s child was still with the West family, and they had warned Evelina. It didn''t make se for

    Evelina to lie.

    "How could that be? Remington, you might not know, but Evelina was confined during that time, and she wasn''t in her right mind. She was paranoid, thinking someone was out to get her. She must have been mistaken." Remington chuckled, "So, the fact that April, the maid who took care of Evelina, died in a car ident immediately is also a coincidence?"

    Ste was shocked, "April died in a car ident? I wasn''t aware of that. April was hired specifically to take care of Evelina, and after Evelina gave birth, she had already ended her contract with the West family."

    Ste''s expression was the picture of innocence, not missing a beat. Remington scoffed coldly. The West family had indeed handled the situation surrounding Lizetta''splication with clean efficiency.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    He suddenly changed the subject. "Then exin to me, the night I went to pick you up, what was the purpose of you running outside to get caught in the rain?"

    That day, had Ste not suddenly<pe down with a high fever, he could have made it back in time for the wedding. He had always thought Ste''s fever was an unfortunate ident, but after Lizetta''s incident, he had everything re-examined and found out Ste had intentionally made herself sick to dy him.

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    "Remington... What are you talking about? Why would I intentionally get caught in the rain?"

    Ste''s eyes flickered with panic for a moment before she feigned innocence and surprise, shaking her head.

    Remington''s lips curled into a mocking smile as he pulled up a photo on his phone to show her.

    That night, he had brought Ste from a small countryside vige to stay temporarily at a local''s house in town. The photo was taken by the woman of the house, who found Ste''s behavior odd. In the photo, Ste''s slender figure stood under the pouring rain, leaving her no room for denial.

    "Remember now?" Remington said coldly.

    Thinking back to how he missed the wedding just to bring Ste back, and realizing all of this was a deliberate act by her, Remington could barely contain his anger.

    His gaze was sharp as a de, making Ste''s face turn pale as she tried to exin.

    "No, no, that''s not it, Remington. I just couldn''t believe I was actually being rescued. I was afraid it was all a dream, so I ran out into the rain to feel the reality of it... You have to believe me!" Ste stepped forward, earnestly looking at Remington and reaching out to touch his arm.

    However, Remington stepped aside, scoffing.

    "You''re quite the talker. Just a moment ago, you couldn''t remember anything, and now you recall every single feeling vividly."

    Ste wiped away her tears forcefully, the smooth scar from a severed finger mingling with her tears, making her look even more pitiful.

    "Remington, does it mean whatever I say now, you won''t believe? In your eyes, have I be that loathsome?"

    "What do you think?" His voice remained icy.

    Ste choked up, bit her lip, and managed a bitter smile.

    "I thought the deep bond we shared as kids, the trust and dependence we had on each other when we were kidnapped and fighting for survival... I thought that would never change."

    Remington''s lips were tightly

    pressed together. "I didn''t want it to

    change either, but you''ve betrayed my trust from the start. The Wests have plotted too much."

    He had given a lot to the Wests. Every time the Wests faced a crisis, wasn''t he the first to help?

    If Ste had just stayed quiet or only sought small gains, that would have been enough for him to owe her for a lifetime.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    But the Wests wanted him to marry Ste, and likely, they wouldn''t stop there but aim to take over the Dashiell Group as well.

    "The Wests plotted what?! Remington, you can''t just pin baseless suspicions on the Wests because I love you!"

    Ste suddenly became agitated, crying out in indignation at Remington.

    His expression remained unmoved, his cold gaze judging.

    "You better hope I never find the evidence..."

    Ste''s back broke out in cold sweat from his chilling tone, her lips trembling as she forced out a sarcastic smile.

    "Fine, I''ll wait. But there won''t be such a day! Because it truly has nothing to do with the Wests. The Starlight Group has expanded so fast, and the Dashiell family has stood unshaken in Zion City for a century.

    Remington, whether it''s the Dashiell family or you yourself, you''ve made quite a few enemies over the years, haven''t you? If one day you realize you''ve misunderstood me, will you regret it?"

    Ste stubbornly stared at him.

    Remington, however, didn''t return her gaze. His indifferent demeanor grew impatient as he looked towards Lizetta helping Fiona leave.

    He didn''t answer, not because he agreed with Ste.

    Rather, he found the questionughable.

    Just the fact that Evelina''s miscarriage wasn''t an ident, and Ste used it to lure him out of Zion City, meant the Wests couldn''t possibly be innocent.

    After searching for Ste for years, risking his own life, if he had known he''d find a curse, he would only regret not giving up sooner.

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    Ste''s shoulders slumped as Remington remained silent, a profound sadness washing over her. It took her a moment to remember why she hade in the first ce. "Remington, about the Starlight Group''s 10th anniversary g... do you think we could have Glory Media handle it?" she finally said.

    Glory Media wasrgely controlled by the Miller family, but the Wests held a significant stake as well. Ste, having returned with a newfound fascination for the glitz and mor of the entertainment industry, was brought into Glory Media by Martin West. It was there that she became fast friends with Margaret Miller. However, Glory Media''s reputation had recently taken a hit when Lizetta orchestrated a smear campaign against Ynda, leading to a significant drop in stock prices and affecting their artists. The situation was only salvaged when Glory Media held a press conference, with President Miller himself dering Ynda''s actions as her own, promising to dismiss Margaret from her position and publicly apologizing to Ynda and the public.

    The scandal had been overshadowed by the revtion of a seasoned actor''s affair, but the damage to Glory Media''s reputation was done. The Starlight Group''s anniversary g, an event guaranteed to be filled with industry titans and celebrities, could be a golden opportunity for Glory Media to redeem itself and for Ste to secure her position within thepany.

    Ste looked at Remington earnestly, hoping he would see the benefit in letting Glory Media handle the event. However, he merely nced at her and said, "Go through the properpany channels. If there''s nothing else, you should leave. And try not to visit too often; Grandma needs her rest."

    Feeling a mix of anger and disappointment, Ste bit her lip and turned to leave, only to run into Lizetta around the corner. Her face, still stained with tears, was clearly visible under the bright lights.

    Thest thing Ste wanted was for Lizetta to see her in such a state. She quicklyposed herself and approached Lizetta with a sneer. "DO you think you''ve won? ThatThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington loves you? Ha, you ned

    naive. He''s only with you out of guilt, just like he felt guilty about me. He couldn''t even focus on your wedding because he was too busy rescuing me."

    Ste hoped to see Lizetta hurt, but Lizetta didn''t even blink. After a moment, Lizetta smiled mockingly "At least you''re aware that all he feels for you is guilt. Too bad guilt wasn''t enough for him to marry you. I''ve been gone four months and you''ve made no progress. Oh wait, there is progress. He seems to be starting to despise you."

    Ste, stung by Lizetta''s words, retorted, "Don''t get too cocky! Without the Dashiell family, without Remington, you''re nothing! If you were really so high and mighty, you''d stay far away from Remington and the Dashiells. Don''t rely on a man''s protection and help after divorce, and certainly don''te crawling back."

    Leaning in, Ste whispered venomously, "And if you''re not careful, you might want to spend some time thinking about whether the grass over your child''s grave has grown three feet tall by now."

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    Ste''s voice wasced with malice, and she knew that nothing else could unsettle Lizetta Gardenia quite like bringing up her most vulnerable spot. When Ste mentioned the baby, it was the final straw for Lizetta, who reacted by pping Ste across the face. "Ah!" Ste cried out, covering her face and ring at Lizetta in fury. "How dare you hit me!"

    Lizetta smirked, "You were asking for it! Keep pushing, and you''ll get a couple more!"

    Ste, fists clenched, shot Lizetta a venomous look but ultimately left without saying anything. She knew that even if sheined to Remington Dashiell and Fiona Dashiell, it wouldn''t change a thing.

    "What did she say to you?" Remington''s tall,manding figure appeared around the corner just as Lizetta was about to leave. It was clear he had witnessed the altercation.

    Ste''s words had soured Lizetta''s mood, erasing the warmth and harmony of their earlier dinner together. Lizetta thought, Ste was willing to take a p just to deliver those hurtful words-it must have been her intention all along. With a cold voice, Lizetta said, "Oh, are you feeling sorry for her?"

    Remington stepped closer and firmly grasped Lizetta''s wrist, his handsome face showing anger. "Are you out of your mind? If I felt sorry for her, I''d be asking why you hit her, not what she said to you!"

    He was only concerned about what Ste might have said to provoke such a strong reaction from Lizetta, but his obvious concern led her to misinterpret his intentions.

    His anger was reced by exasperation as Remington inspected Lizetta''s delicate palm under the light, asking, "Does it hurt?"

    Noticing the slight redness, he

    unconsciously stroked the lines of

    her palm, causing a tingling sensation that made Lizetta withdraw her hand abruptly. "It''s getting chilly; grandma might need a nket," Lizetta said before walking away, leaving Remington standing there, his hand outstretched,

    ultimately not reaching for her again.

    In the car, Ste red at her swollen face and eyes in the mirror, tossing it aside in frustration. The driver, trying to stay out of her wrath, narrowly avoided the flying mirror, causing the car to swerve slightly. "Idiot! Take me to the Miller''s."

    "Sorry, miss, right away."

    Half an hourter, Ste arrived at the Miller''s. She found Margaret Miller locked in her room, with Mrs. Miller and two servants outside, trying to coax her out with food. Mrs. Miller pleaded with Margaret to open the door, but only the sound of things being thrown around came from inside.

    "Auntie, let me try," Ste offered, taking a tray from one of the servants. Seeing Ste as a lifeline, Mrs. Miller eagerly nodded.

    "Margaret has been locked in there ever since her dad made her publicly apologize in the media. She hasn''te out or eaten anything. This can''t go on. Ste, you''re her best friend; please help me talk to her,fort her."

    Ste nodded and waited for Mrs. Miller to leave before knocking on the door, her voice soft. "Margaret, it''s me. Can you open the door? I just want to see how you''re doing."

    There was no response at first, but then Ste''s voice broke slightly. "Margaret, I got a serious talking-to from my dad too. I''ve juste from the Dashiell''s..."

    The door opened. Margaret lookedThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    terrible, much thinner, and upon

    seeing Stelfa, equally puffy-eyed and bearing the marks of a p, she stepped aside to let her in. Ste entered,forting Margaret and eventually convincing her to eat something, then holding her hand.

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    Lizetta and Ynda, what are they but products of the slums, daring to stand against the Millers and the Wests? It''s all because they''ve got Remington backing them. You''re the Miller family''s cherished daughter, your uncle''s pride and joy. His strictness with you is all due to his consideration of Remington. I went over to the Dashiells hoping to smooth things over for you. If Starlight Group and Glory Media could just coborate, Martin West would be thrilled. He''d surely let go of any grudges, and all this drama would eventually blow over... Margaret was moved, especially in these past few days. She''d be the target of scorn, shunned by everyone. Those fair-weather friends had vanished, but only Ste remained by her side. "Ste, I always knew you were different from the others, thank you." But Ste appeared guilty, apologizing, "Don''t say that. Unfortunately, my timing was off. Lizetta was at the Dashiells, and when she heard I was there to plead your case, she kept it from Fiona Dashiell and Remington and refused to let me in. Worse yet, she had the audacity to p me."

    Margaret was furious at Lizetta. She thought she had Ynda cornered. Because of Lizetta, the tables had turned, and now she was the one exposed online. Even her engagement to Cassius Sterling was at risk. Mrs. Sterling wouldn''t even take her calls, fearing the scandal would affect the marriage. Thinking of all this, Margaret was filled with burning hatred. "How dare Lizetta! Ste, you''re Mr. Dashiell''s lifesaver! What kind of rtionship do the Wests and the Dashiells have that she, a divorced woman, dares to deceive Mr. Dashiell and Fiona Dashiell and p you!"

    Ste managed a wry smile, "Well, she did grow up in the Dashiell family home. It''s no surprise the staff obey her. Let''s just swallow our pride this time. Remington, feeling guilty over herplications and loss of the child, haspensated her plenty. We should avoid her sharp edges for now."

    Margaret mmed her soup bowl onto the table, fuming. "What is she, puffing herself up like that? Why should we have to put up with this from her!"

    "What can we do, though? Remington, feeling guilty, won''t even consider being with me now..."

    Ste''s tears began to fall. Margaret, however, saw an opportunity. Her eyes lit up as she firmly grasped Ste''s hand. "Ste, stop crying. What''s the use? The priority is to remind Mr. Dashiell of your worth, to show everyone you''re the woman he should truly cherish!"

    Margaret had it all figured out. She

    needed to help Ste. As long as Ste got back with Remington soon, without Remington''s support, Lizetta and Ynda wouldn''t stand a chance. Once Ste became Mrs. Dashiell, just a whisper in Mr Dashiell''s ear would be enough, and the Millers would be connected to the Dashiells. Even her father would have to see her in a new light.

    "What do you mean by that?" Ste feigned ignorance. She nervously clutched Margaret''s hand, "Please, don''t cause more trouble. If it angers your uncle again, that won''t be good."This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Margaret looked at Ste''s timid demeanor with contempt, further solidifying her resolve. Ste had been scared into submission by two slum-dwellers. But Margaret wasn''t raised to be frightened. The pain she endured, she''d pay back tenfold, a hundredfold. Besides, Ste''s meek nature could work in her favor. Once she became Mrs. Dashiell, she''d surely follow Margaret''s lead.

    Margaret tightened her grip on Ste''s hand Don''t worry, just wait for the good news." Ste lowered her head a sly smile tugging at her lips. Margaret, naive as she might be, sometimes it''s the naive ones who can pull off the most

    in ook

    unexpected moves. She better not disappoint.

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    Ste had just returned from the Miller family''s ce when she walked into the living room to find Martin West on the phone, a smile ying at the corners of his mouth. Upon seeing Ste, he quickly wrapped up the call and hung up, eyeing her with a furrowed brow. "Weren''t you over at the Dashiell''s? What happened to you; you look like you''ve been through a wringer?"

    Her swollen eyes and bruised cheek were painfully evident. Ste made no attempt to hide them as she slumped onto the couch.

    "Dad, Remington is now ming me for Lizetta''splications during childbirth. He wouldn''t listen to a word I say, showing absolutely nopassion. And Mrs. Dashiell, she''s beenpletely charmed by Lizetta, gave me a thorough tongueshing, and this," she gestured to her cheek, "was courtesy of Lizetta herself!"

    Martin''s expression darkened. "Useless, how can you not hold a candle to a divorcee with no one in her corner?"

    Tears welled up in Ste''s eyes. "How is this my fault? I''ve only been back a short while. Lizetta, on the other hand, has been with the Dashiell family for nearly fifteen years."

    "You even sacrificed a finger for Remington. You need to leverage your strengths."

    Martin frowned, prompting a thoughtful nod from Ste. "Dad, I know what I need to do, don''t worry. But it looks like there''s no getting through to Fiona and Remington for now. Aren''t you hitting the golf course in a couple of days? Mr. Dashiell will be there; take me with you."

    Earlier that day, Ste had arrived at the Dashiell estate and noticed Nathan Dashiell and Remington seemed to be at odds. Nathan''s departure from the estate was marked by a sour expression, leading Ste to suspect the father and son were at loggerheads over Lizetta, likely due to Nathan''s disapproval of her.

    "Alright, get yourself ready toe with me," Martin agreed.

    Ste stood up, grateful. "Thanks, Dad. I''ll arrange for a coach toe over tomorrow for somest-minute lessons."

    Despite her efforts to cram knowledge on etiquette and high-society skills since her return, she felt her grasp was superficial, fearing she might embarrass herself at a crucial moment.

    Martin waved her off, and as she headed upstairs, the door to the neighboring room burst open, letting out the wails of a baby. The nursery was next door, and the nanny emerged in a fluster.

    Ste red at her. "Anna, what''s going on with Ron? Why is he always crying?"

    Anna replied in a timid voice: "Miss, it''s not my fault, you know Mr. Ron is frail by nature. I''ve been very careful, but he seems to have a fever again."N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Ron was the premature baby born to

    Evelina Hawthorne, who was now in prison, leaving the child fatherless. With Martin aging andcking the patience for childcare, Ste had

    been left in charge. Initially, Sto

    had hoped Remington would show interest in the child, even showing patience at first. However, after her attempts to engage Remington using the child as a pretext were ignored, her patience wore thin, leaving the bulk of the care to the nanny.

    "I don''t care how you do it, just stop his crying! Does anyone here want some peace?"

    Frustrated, she was about to enter

    her room when Martin came upstairs, inquiring about the

    situation from Anna. Hearing about the child''s fever, Martin''s concern was evident as he entered the nursery. Seeing the child red-faced, either from crying or the fever, in the crib, Martin frowned deeply at Anna.

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    "Get her to the hospital now! And you, follow them!" he snapped at Ste again.

    Anna hurriedly scooped up the child, while Ste, with a disdainful nce at the trouble-causing infant, quickly followed.

    Meanwhile...

    Lizetta didn''t leave the Dashiell family''s old mansion until after she had put Fiona to bed.

    Remington was standing in the hallway, smoking a cigarette. The ember flickered in the night air, casting a solitary silhouette.

    He seemed to recognize her footsteps. As soon as Lizetta stepped out, he turned, extinguished his cigarette, and approached her. "It''ste. Let me drive you home."

    Lizetta shook her head, "No need, I''ve called for the Madden family''s driver."

    As she moved towards the entrance, Remington walked leisurely beside her, saying, "Then, at least let me walk you to the door."

    Lizetta didn''t object, but when they reached the Madden family''s car, she was taken aback.

    Indeed, the Madden family''s driver hade, but he looked utterly miserable as he approached Lizetta.

    "Miss, I''m so sorry. I didn''t mean to drink. It was just..."

    He was clearly flushed from alcohol, his face a picture of drunkenness.

    A security guard from the Dashiell family approached, equally apologetic.

    "My fault, all my fault. I saw the guy sitting in the car looking bored, so I went to chat. Got carried away and handed him a bottle of water..."

    "But when I took a big gulp, it was booze in the water bottle!" The Madden family''s drivermented, worried Lizetta might me him.

    The Dashiell family''s security guard looked sheepish and guilty, "I mixed them up. My wife banned me from drinking, so I swapped the water bottle with alcohol to sneak a drinkter. I''m so sorry, Miss Liz, it''s all my mistake. Please don''t me the driver." What a mix-up indeed.

    Lizetta nced at Remington, a smirk ying on her lips.

    Remington, serious as ever, said, "See, it''s fate insisting I should drive you."

    Lizetta just shook her head.

    She walked towards her car, instructing the driver, "You take the passenger seat."

    After the driver apologized again, he got in the car.

    Lizetta opened the driver''s door, turning to Remington, "Or maybe fate''s telling me to drive myself."

    But as she bent to get in, she felt a firm grip on her arm. Turning, she saw it was Remington holding her back.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "Ever heard of trafficws? How can you drive in high heels?"

    Lizetta had indeed dressed to impress on her first day, wearing quite a statement pair of high heels.

    Caught off guard, she found herself being escorted by Remington to his Bentley parked nearby.

    He insisted on her sitting in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and then slid into the driver''s seat himself.

    Meanwhile, the Madden family''s car slowly pulled away with the Dashiell family''s driver behind the wheel. Remington started the car, catching Lizetta giving him a sidelong nce.

    "You really don''t mind the trouble, do you?"

    He turned

    on his her, a soft smile ying

    "Raising you was no

    Waomi.ne

    small feat. This is nothingpared to that." .

    Lizetta felt a twinge at his words, her gaze shifting to the car window.

    Yet, Remington took another nce at her, sittingfortably next to him, leaning against the plush pillow, a smile spreading across his face.

    He had been somewhat miffed

    before, when she refused to ride et

    with him, opting instead for Jerome Madden''spany. Now, he had his

    wish.

    The car was quiet, a rare moment of solitude for Lizetta and Remington.

    As he spoke up, Lizetta couldn''t help but feel a flutter of nervousness.

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    Lizetta didn''t know what Remington was about to say, but she was already on high alert for his antics. He had been so insistent on getting her into his car, and it left her feeling uneasy. She immediately cut him off, "No!" Remington chuckled softly and nced at her. "No? Does riding in my car make you nervous? I was just going to ask if you wanted me to y some music."

    Lizetta realized she might have overreacted a bit; a flush of annoyance and embarrassment colored her cheeks as she nodded. "Sure." She figured some music might actually make the car ride better.

    Remington reached out, turning on the car''s stereo, and when the soothing piano notes filled the air, Lizetta froze. It was the song she hadposed specifically for Remington, yed by him. She hadn''t heard this piece in such a long time. Evelina had performed it at a violin recital once, and afterward, Lizetta had licensed the copyright out. Other songs were avable online, and she could stumble upon them now and then, but this particr piece seemed to have vanished overnight.

    Hearing it now, Lizetta realized how unfamiliar yet familiar it was, having not heard this melody in so long. "This song..." Lizetta had her suspicions and furrowed her brow at Remington.

    Knowing what she was thinking, Remington didn''t hide it. "Wasn''t it made for me? Then it belongs to me."

    With that, Lizetta understood; he had bought the copyright to the song. As Remington turned to look at her, Lizetta quickly closed her eyes. "I''m tired, wake me when we get there."

    Watching her eyshes tremble slightly, Remington curved his lips into a slight smile and raised the temperature in the car. Lizetta had feigned sleep to avoid confronting Remington, but unexpectedly, she genuinely fell asleep.

    When she was half-awake, she felt

    something tickling her cheek, Remington''s breath on her nose. Warm and familiar. It was Remington. What was he doing?! Lizetta stiffened, unsure whether to keep

    open her eyes. "If you whether to

    pretending to sleep, I''ll kiss you." N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Remington had leaned in to

    unbuckle her seatbelt, intending to carry her inside. But as he got close he noticed Lizetta, even in sleep, seemed alert; her breathing pattern changed, and her eyelids flickered, like a cute little animal ying dead t¨¦ avoid danger. He couldn''t help but tease her.

    Lizetta immediately opened her eyes, only to be met with Remington''s handsome face up close. Without any regard for decorum, Remington pressed his lips firmly against hers. "Mmph!"

    Lizetta, infuriated, raised her fists to

    hit him. Remington caught her wrist with one hand, while with the other he clicked open her seatbelt. He firm

    didn''t deepen the kiss, just a

    peck before pulling away from her

    flushed lips. But in the quiet car, a loud smack echoed.

    Lizetta didn''t know whether to be angry or embarrassed, her face heating up as she red at him. "You''re a liar!"

    "I never said I wouldn''t kiss you if you stopped pretending to sleep, did I?"

    Lizetta was fuming. Remington let go of her hand, ruffling her hair. "Consider it a goodnight kiss. See you tomorrow."

    Lizetta red at Remington, wiping her mouth. "That''s not a goodnight kiss, it''s like being bitten by a dog!" She opened the car door, stepping out, and with a loud m, she closed the door behind her.

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    Lizzy stormed into Maple Cottage, her figure brimming with frustration as she disappeared into the house. Remington exited the car, watching her until she vanished from view, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips, though his deep eyes were turbulent with concern. He didn''t relish being seen as the antagonist, but he couldn''t ignore the fact that Jerome was inside Maple Cottage, poised to swoop in at any moment. Remington was genuinely uneasy about Jerome''s proximity to Lizzy.

    As Remington mulled over his thoughts, he unexpectedly saw Lizzy, who had just entered, supporting a tall figure as they both emerged from the cottage. It was none other than Jerome, leaning heavily on Lizzy, looking as if he might copse at any moment. Remington''s He strode over briskly. "What''s going on?" he demanded.

    handsome face darkened at the sight.

    "My stomach''s acting up. I need to go to the hospital," Jerome replied.

    Lizzy hadn''t anticipated running into Jerome feeling unwell just as she walked in. "I''ll handle it; you get in the car," she instructed.

    Before Lizzy could respond, Remington had already taken Jerome from her and was guiding him toward his Bentley. The Dashiell family chauffeur was already prepared, having turned the car around. Concerned for Jerome, Lizzy epted Remington''s assistance and slipped into the back seat without protest. Remington had no intention of letting Jerome sit too close to Lizzy. He nned to enter the car first and then help Jerome in.

    However, as Remington was about to get in, Lizzy leaned out, "Bro, watch your head."

    Momentarily caught off guard by Lizzy''s concerned expression, Remington hesitated just long enough for Jerome to slip into the car first, holding his stomach and reassuring Lizzy, "Don''t worry too much, I can manage..."

    Despite his words, Jerome stretched his legs out without concern, leaving no room for Remington to sit beside him. "There''s no space back here, and if I get sick, it''ll be a problem for Mr. Dashiell. Perhaps Mr. Dashiell should take the front seat."

    Jerome''s face was pale, but heThis content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    maintained a polite demeanor and offered Remington an apologetic smile. Standing by the door,

    Remington felt a pang of jealou

    seeing Jerome and Lizzy sitting

    close together in his car. Lizzy, noticing his hesitation, urged him impatiently, "Come on, hurry up! We can''t waste time!"

    Ine

    Remington clenched his fists, mming the car door with such force that the entire vehicle seemed to shake During the drive to the hospital, a cold tension emanated from the front seat, chilling the atmosphere. The chauffeur dared

    not utter a sound.

    In the back seat, Lizzy tenderly dabbed at the sweat on Jerome''s forehead with a tissue, her concern never waning. "Just hold on, we''re almost there."

    "Did you drink at dinner? I''ve told you to cut back on alcohol with your stomach condition. Why don''t you ever listen?"

    "Does it hurt a lot? Is there any warm water in the car?"

    "Can we go a bit faster, please?"

    "Maybe you should lie down; it might be morefortable..."

    When Lizzy suggested Jerome lie down, Remington, who had been brooding with an intense re, twitched slightly at the corner of his eyes. The back seat was only sorge; where on earth did she expect Jerome to lie down? On herp? Without waiting for a reply, Remington abruptlymanded, "Stop the car!"

    The chauffeur, employed by the Dashiell family, immediately pulled over to the curb, anxious that even a moment''s dy might result in serious repercussions. The sudden halt caused both Lizzy and Jerome, who had been resting on her shoulder, to lurch forward. Lizzy, being alert, managed to steady herself, but Jerome, with his eyes closed and weakened state, bumped his head. Lizzy''s beautiful brows furrowed in concern.

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    Lizzy was staring ahead, not even having the chance to ask what was going on with Remington before he hopped out of the car. Then, the door swung open, and Lizzy felt a gentle grip on her arm.

    "It looks like he''s suffering from acute gastroenteritis. I know a massage technique that can alleviate the pain. You go up front, and I''ll take care of him," Remington said with a serious expression, convincing Lizzy to believe him. She began to step out of the car, but Jerome stopped her, "No need to trouble Mr. Dashiell, we''re almost at the hospital..."

    "It''s no trouble!" Remington interrupted, pulling Lizzy out and taking her ce beside Jerome.

    "Liz, call Mr. Madden ''brother.'' We''re all family here, no need for formalities," Remington said, his deep gaze fixed on Jerome. Lizzy, in her innocence, might not have noticed, but Remington was not easily fooled by Jerome.

    Even if Jerome was genuinely unwell, how could a man who had weathered so many storms be brought down by this minor ailment? Jerome met Remington''s intense stare with an icy glint in his eyes.

    "Mr. Dashiell, you''re mistaken. You''re a Foster, we''re Maddens; we can''t possibly be family," Jerome retorted.

    Remington''s lips curled slightly, "As long as Mr. Madden knows that Liz and he share the Madden name, that''s what counts."

    Their verbal duel filled the back seat with a palpable tension.

    As the car started moving again, Lizzy turned from the passenger seat to shoot a frown at Remington, her tone slightly cold.

    "I thought you said you were going to do a massage? Go ahead then."

    She realized she had been tricked by Remington again. This man, always quick to jealousy, was one thing, but being so dismissive of someone''s health in such a situation was just too much. Remington met Lizzy''s cool gaze, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration.

    Pretending wasn''t just his forte.

    Why was she so biased, so double-standard! Remington felt wronged, but he didn''t dare voice it.

    Suppressing his distaste, heThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    grabbed derome''s hand and pressed hard on the spot between the thumb and forefinger, sneering as he asked Jerome, "Mr. Madden, does help?"

    Jerome''s handsome face turned slightly pale. It did help; the pain seemed to shift to his hand.

    He managed a weak smile, "Quite effective. It seems the pain is lessening."

    After saying that, he couldn''t bear it any longer and shook off Remington''s hand.

    The rest of the ride was silent, and thankfully, they soon arrived at the hospital.

    After a quick examination, it was confirmed that Jerome had gastroenteritis triggered by alcohol.

    As the nurse hooked Jerome up to an IV, Lizzy stood by the bed, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, her disapproval clear.

    "What kind of business meeting

    makes you drink when you know you

    shouldn''t? You just got your

    stomach back in shape, and nowet

    you''ve gone and ruined it again" Lizzy said with a slight frown, her concern and worry evident.

    In the past few months at Tranquil Meadows, Jerome had shown her a lot of care and warmth, and with her grandparents acting as mediators, Lizzy and Jerome had moved past their previous distant rtionship.

    She genuinely regarded Jerome as family, showing him unconditional kindness and warmth, just like her grandparents.

    But seeing her like this, Jerome felt aplex mix of emotions.

    On one hand, he was happy for her care and concern, but on the other, he felt a sense of loss and helplessness.

    Because he couldn''t find any hint of romantic affection in her clear, bright eyes-her concern was purely familial. Just like how she treated Thaddeus Gardenia.

    If things continued like this, he feared she might begin to see him as nothing more than a brother, leaving him with no chance at all.

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    Jerome casually reached out, gently taking Lizetta''s hand without making a scene.

    "It wasn''t exactly a social visit. It was at Mr. Daisynes''s ce. Grandpa''s migraines still haven''t found a cure. Mr. Daisynes doesn''t have many hobbies, just a unique love for wine tasting. I ended up having a couple of drinks with him, and well, here we are." Nelson Madden has always struggled with migraines. Hisst visit to Zion City was specifically to see a renowned healer for acupuncture. However, Mr. Daisynes had long since stopped practicing, and it was his top apprentice who treated Nelsonst time. The acupuncture did work, but Nelson still suffered from asional outbreaks, and they seemed to be getting more frequent with time. This month has seen more episodes than thest.

    Upon arriving in Zion City, Lizetta also tried to track down the healer, but to no avail. Hearing that Jerome was in this state because of such a situation made her feel even more guilty and concerned. She felt she was failing in her duties as a granddaughter. "You actually met Mr. Daisynes? Why didn''t you tell me? You should''ve asked me toe along. I could have kept the old healerpany with a couple of drinks. I''m pretty good at it!"

    "Really? Since when does Liz have the talent to drink anyone under the table?" Jerome''s eyes twinkled with affection as he smiled.

    Lizetta tilted her chin up slightly, appearing a bit haughty. "Well, I''m definitely better at it than you! You''re not allowed to touch alcohol for a while, and you should also cut back on spicy and stimting foods. And next time you visit the old healer, you have to take me with you! I''m also very devoted, you know. Wow, Mr. Madden, were you trying to outdo me and keep all the glory for yourself? How cunning!"

    Jerome could easily tell she was just teasing him. His chest rose gently withughter, not holding back his smile, as if a spring breeze had broken through the ice. "I just happened to run into him today. I''ll definitely take you next time."

    They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn''t notice the man standing at the door, his presence radiating a cold fury.

    "Tsk, tsk, Remi, don''t do anything

    rash! You don''t want Liz to run away from you again," Timothy Temple,

    said as he grabbed Remington''s et

    arm, noticing the veins popping on his hand as he reached for the door handle, engulfed in a murderous aura.

    Timothy''s new girlfriend hade for a check-up, and he had run into Remington by chance, deciding to apany him. Remington had stepped out to make a phone call and arrange for a hospital room. But in the short time he was gone, he returned to find Jerome holding Lizetta''s hand. They wereughing and talking, and crucially, Lizetta hadn''t pulled her hand away.

    "Let go!" Remington said through clenched teeth, his voice low and harsh. Timothy felt that if he let go, Remington would barge in there and literally twist Jerome''s arm. It did seem like Remington was being cuckolded at the moment.

    "Remi, you might want to cool down before you go in there, or your rival might just knock you out," Timothy advised.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Fortunately, by then, Lizetta had already withdrawn her hand from Jerome''s. Remington took a deep breath and released his grip on the door handle. Turning back to Timothy, he said, "I remember your grandfather and Mr. Daisynes have been close for years. Your grandfather''s eightieth birthday ising up soon. Mr. Daisynes will be there, right?"

    It seemed Remington had overheard Jerome and Lizetta''s conversation from within the room and was now plotting to use Timothy''s connection to help Lizetta get in good with Mr. Daisynes.

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    Timothy shook his head, "I''m afraid it''s not that simple. As far as I know, Dr. Daisynes really isn''t seeing patients anymore. After his strokest year, his recovery hasn''t been great. Even the renowned Dr. Daisye couldn''t convince him toe out of retirement, and they''ve Remington replied in a determined tone, "Where there''s a will, there''s a way. We''ve got to at least try."

    been friends for years."

    Timothy nodded, "Alright, I''ll check with my grandfather. Then you can bring Liz over, and I''ll set up a meeting for you."This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington gave Timothy a pat on the shoulder before turning to open the hospital room door.

    Jerome, lying in the hospital bed, looked over with a distant smile. "Thanks for your help tonight, Mr. Dashiell. I''m alright now, and I know you''re busy, so I won''t take up any more of your time."

    Remington approached and nodded at Jerome before turning to Lizetta. "I asked around, and Mr. Madden''s IV won''t be finished until after midnight. It''s best if he stays overnight for observation. I''ve arranged a room for him; the emergency ward is too noisy, and he won''t be able to rest properly."

    They were currently in a temporary room in the emergency department. If Jerome didn''t stay overnight, would Lizetta have to stay and take care of him? And when the IV finished in the early hours, would they both go home, with Jerome pretending to be weak, making Lizetta-kind-hearted and easily swayed-stay up all night caring for him?

    Remington wanted to eliminate that possibility.

    "No need to stay overnight..." Jerome began to protest, but Timothy, who had followed Remington in, interrupted.

    "Mr. Madden, you should listen to the doctor. Come on, everything''s set. Don''t be shy; I''ll help you to your room. It''s not far, we''ll be there in no time."

    Timothy greeted Lizetta and then started pushing the IV stand, helping Jerome up from the bed. As Lizetta moved to follow, Remington gently took her hand.

    "We still need to handle the admission paperwork. Come with me to take care of it."

    Lizetta looked at Remington, suspicion in her eyes. He had already arranged a room, yet the admission paperwork wasn''t done?

    Remington appeared innocent and sincere as he exined, "This isn''t the Dashiell hospital. I don''t have any special privileges here. We still need to go through the admission process."

    Lizetta epted his exnation and nodded, following him in another direction.

    However, when they reached the billing window, they saw a woman holding a crying child at the front of the line. The baby was wailing loudly, and the woman seemed to be struggling with the billing staff, causing a backlog of other patients'' families waiting to pay.

    Some people were urging her to hurry, white others criticized her, and the child''s mother, both anxious and frustrated, snapped at the child, "Stop crying! All this crying is driving me nuts."

    With that, she smacked the child on the back a couple more times. The people in line frowned at her actions.

    "How can you hit your child like that? Are you even his mother?"

    "The kid is sick and ufortable; if you''re not going tofort him, at least don''t be harsh. He''s practically gasping for air from crying."

    "It''s freezing, and the child has a fever. Why haven''t you dressed him warmer?"

    Seeing those who had been rushing her now criticizing her for being rough with the child, the woman became angrily embarrassed, her face turning red as she retorted, "My child, my business!" She smacked the child again, "Told you to stop crying!"

    The baby''s little body shook with the

    impact, looking like he could fall

    from the woman''s arms at any moment. Lizetta instinctively stepped forward, steadying the baby''s head. To her shock, the baby feft burning hot with fever.

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    Liz was momentarily stunned, her gaze sharpening as she focused intently on the scene before her. The baby''s face was flushed and scrunched up in difort, tears streaming down his cheeks, yet Liz instantly recognized him. It was the same baby she had seen earlier in the restaurant.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    As she stood there in shock, the baby seemed to recognize her too, reaching out with his tiny hand to grab a strand of Liz''s hair.

    "What are you doing?!" The woman holding the baby turned around and red at Liz, evidently recognizing her as well. After all, a woman as striking as Liz was hard to forget.

    "Why is it you again, meddling in other people''s business!" Anna huffed as she took a couple of steps to the side, the baby still clutching a strand of Liz''s hair. By now, the baby had stopped crying, his little body trembling slightly as if in a seizure.

    A sharp pain shot through Liz''s scalp, and her heart mirrored the same intensity of ache. Due to the woman''s sudden movement, Liz''s long hair was being pulled, making it difficult for her to lift her head.

    Remington''s expression darkened, and he quickly stepped forward, reaching out to free Liz''s hair from the baby''s grasp. Catching sight of him out of the corner of her eye, Liz urgently said, "Don''t hurt the baby, just check what''s wrong with him!" Remington''s piercing gaze settled on the woman holding the baby. "Stay put!" hemanded. The woman paled under his intimidating stare and recognized the man as Remington, a figure of significant authority.

    This woman was none other than

    Anna, the nanny employed by the West family, She had brought Ron to the clinic because Ste, who was supposed to apany them, was in a fout mood and had no patience for a hospital visit with a child. After leaving the West household, Ste had instructed the driver to stop and left the car, telling Anna to take the child to the clinic on her own.

    Anna recognized Remington from pictures she had seen on Ste''s phone. However, Remington didn''t know Anna. Hismanding presence instantly quieted the surroundings.

    Remington attempted to untangle

    Liz''s hair from the baby''s grip, but the baby was holding on tightly. He could have easily pried the baby''s hand open, but Remington was

    surprised by the softn

    strength of the baby''s grip.

    yet

    ? ?

    no

    Concerned about hurting the child,

    he found himself momentarily at a

    loss.

    The baby clearly wasn''t in a good state, appearing almost catatonic. "Let go!" Remington finallymanded Anna decisively. He gently supported the baby, and Anna, intimidated, immediately released her hold.

    Remington carefully handed the baby over to Liz, who instinctively coordinated with him. As Remington passed the baby to her, she held him securely in her arms. Remington then swiftly escorted them toward the emergency room, calling for a doctor in a firm voice.

    Meanwhile, Anna stood there,

    dumbfounded, unable to process what had just happened. "Isn''t that the kid''s mother? How could she just hand her child over to strangers like that?" That baby must belong to that young couple. I mean, look at him, he doesn''t look anything like her." "But didn''t she tell them to mind their own business? It seemed like she didn''t know them."

    The crowd around them buzzed with spection, and someone nudged Anna. "Your kid''s been taken, and you''re not going after them?" Only then did Anna snap out of her daze, hurriedly reaching for her phone to contact Ste.

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    Lizetta rushed her baby into the emergency room while Remington had already called ahead, ensuring that two pediatric doctors were quickly on hand to provide care. Half an hourter, Lizetta was settling down in the pediatric ward with the baby in her arms. The little one had an IV needle taped to his head, receiving fluids. Though his cheeks were still flushed, his breathing had eased, and the frightening convulsions had stopped.

    "The little guy should be fine once his fever goes down. Mr. and Mrs. Dashiell, you can help by wiping down his palms, armpits, and the back of his neck to help reduce his fever. There''s no need to worry too much," the doctor reassured Remington and Lizetta with a humble demeanor. He had not only misunderstood Remington and Lizetta''s rtionship but also mistakenly assumed the baby was theirs.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Remington paused, his brow furrowing slightly as his heart clenched with worry. He feared the doctor''s words might touch on Lizetta''s deepest wound, bringing back her pain. However, when Remington turned to Lizetta, worried, he saw her sitting on the hospital bed, cradling the baby carefully in her arms. She looked down at the baby with a worried yet focused expression, as if she hadn''t heard the doctor at all. The dim light from the bedsidemp cast a quiet, gentle glow over them, creating a scene as beautiful as a movie frame. Remington''s voice caught in his throat, his breathing a bit unsteady. "We''ll take good care of him, thank you," he said, his gaze lingering on the scene in front of him, responding warmly to the doctor beside him. Seeing his evident concern for his wife and child, the doctor tactfully made a gesture and quietly left the room with everyone else, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

    "Don''t worry, the baby just has amon viral infection that led to the emergency. He''ll wake up once his feveres down," Lizetta said, her attention fully on the baby, as if she had blocked out everything else around her. It wasn''t until Remington''s soothing, deep voice sounded above her that Lizetta looked up to find him standing in front of her, his gaze tender and soft. His silhouette was blurred by the soft light, making his features seem even more profound.

    Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered, her lips parting slightly. "If our Daisy were still here..." Her voice was so light, like a barely perceptible breeze. The words were barely finished before they faded away, as if whispered into the pale air. But how could Remington not understand her feelings at that moment? Just like him, he was thinking how wonderful it would be if their Daisy were still with them. If Daisy had grown up healthy, she probably would have been just like this baby, a tiny bundle of energy, crying out loud yet utterly dependent on her mother...

    Thinking this, Remington leaned in, wrapping his arms around Lizetta and the baby she held. Lizetta''s head bowed, perhaps because the moment felt like a dream, or maybe because she craved this fleeting sweetness. She didn''t resist, allowing him to hold them. The baby''s softness, the scent of milk mingling with the familiar musky fragrance of the man, wafted to Lizetta''s nose. Her eyes started to burn, and she closed them, feeling a sour rain falling in her heart, bit by bit eroding her with pain.

    "Where''s the baby''s mom?" Reality always has a way of intruding on such moments. The baby stirred in her arms, and Lizetta opened her eyes, suddenly realizing that the baby''s mother hadn''t followed them into the room. Remington had noticed this too but didn''t seem to mind. In fact, seeing Lizetta care so much for the little one, he wasn''t keen on having the moment disturbed by the baby''s actual mother.

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    At that moment, when Lizetta inquired, the man finally spoke up.

    "She might be outside, I''ll go have a look."

    Lizetta nodded but frowned slightly.

    She recalled the irresponsible mother they had encountered earlier at the restaurant, who had brought her baby to the hospital without any identification. And now, with the baby taken away, the mother had simply vanished? This was beyond absurd.

    As Remington turned to leave, Lizetta thought for a moment and then said, "Could you ask someone to bring some clean clothes for the baby, along with small towels, diapers, a little nket, and some toys?"

    It seemed the baby''s mother hadepletely unprepared.

    Remington paused, his voice deep and reassuring.

    "Don''t worry, I''ve already asked Cedric to bring them over."

    Lizetta was surprised he had thought of everything, even before she had, her clear eyes reflecting a ripple of gratitude.

    "Thank you," she said.

    She knew Remington wasn''t usually one to meddle, yet he had helped find a doctor, arranged for a room, and had things sent over, all because she cared for this baby and perhaps because he felt a simr concern. "What''s there to thank? But, do you know this little one?"

    "Not really, but it feels like fate. We ran into each other at the restaurant earlier..." Lizetta exined.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington almost instantly thought of the crushed velvet flower under Lizetta''s foot.

    Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "So, your mood at the restaurant was because of this baby?"

    He had noticed Lizetta''s mood shift earlier.

    "Yes, at that time... I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to ruin what you gave me, and I didn''t know you made that flower by hand."

    Meeting Remington''s gaze, perhaps it was the atmosphere, but Lizetta found it easier to express her apologies now than before.

    Remington''s dark, deep eyes seemed to sparkle as he smiled slightly, gently tousling Lizetta''s hair with a light touch.

    "Silly, you never have to apologize to me, especially not for showing your temper. It''s not a mistake."

    He saw her temper as a quirky form of affection towards him.

    In his eyes, she was allowed to make and learn from her mistakes without worry.

    Perhaps it was the warmth in his gaze or the gentle touch on her head

    that made Lizetta''s heart flutter

    audibly, her cheeks flushing with a spread of crimson. She tilted her head away, fearing Remington would hear her racing heart.

    Remington''s gaze lingered on her ear, glowing ruby under the light, his lips curling slightly.

    He withdrew his hand, noting she had been holding the baby for a while and suggested, "The baby''s asleep now, you shouldy him down on the bed."

    Reminded by him, Lizetta realized the ache in her arms and back.

    She nodded, "I understand. Please go find the baby''s mother."

    Lizetta believed such an adorable baby deserved all the love and attention.

    Perhaps their actions were too overbearing, or Remington''s

    presence too intimidating, whirl

    might have scared the baby''s mother froming in.

    She urged Remington to find the child''s mother as she gently ced the baby on the bed.

    Just as Remington reached the door, it suddenly burst open from the outside.

    At the same time, the baby Lizetta had just settled began to fuss, letting out a wail with a pout.

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    Lizzy gasped, pulling the baby back into her arms and gently patting his little bottom.

    "Ron! What''s wrong with Ron?"

    As the hospital room door swung open, the person who rushed in caused Remington to furrow his brow in surprise.

    It was Ste.

    Her face was a mask of anxious worry as she hurried towards Lizzy.

    Bending over, Ste tried to snatch the baby from Lizzy''s arms.

    Instinctively, Lizzy tightened her hold, and as the two tugged back and forth, the baby, already awake, began to cry loudly, clutching at Lizzy''s shirt and burrowing into her embrace.

    Lizzy''s eyes turned icy. "Ste, what are you doing! Let go of the child!"

    Startled, Lizzy pushed Ste away.

    Ste stumbled backward, towards Remington.

    She clearly intended to fall into Remington''s arms, but he swiftly sidestepped, avoiding her.

    Ste, missing her mark, twisted her ankle in her high heels, "Ouch!"

    Anna, who had followed in, hurriedly supported Ste. Ste, looking at Remington, had eyes filled with vulnerability and grievance.

    "Remington, can you ask Liz to give Ron back to me? I know Lizzy resents Evelina, and even more so hates the unfortunate timing of Ron''s birth. Remington, you were there for Ron''s birth but couldn''t make it to take Liz into the delivery room. And then, indirectly, it led to your own child''s stillbirth. But Ron is innocent, he..."

    "Enough! Ste, shut your mouth!"

    Every word from Ste was like a dagger to the ear, and Remington sharply cut her off.

    His brows knitted together, his gaze icy as it swept over Ste and Anna standing behind her, still taken aback by the child''s identity.

    Lizzy was even more stunned, her arms stiffening as she held the baby, her gaze shifting to Remington.

    "This child is... the one Evelina Hawthorne gave birth to that night?"

    Her eyes wereplicated, a vulnerability hidden within.

    Remington clenched his fist at his side, saying gravely, "Liz, I just found out too."

    He was worried Lizzy would overthink.

    Indeed, Lizzy had a flurry of thoughts in that moment, but seeing Remington''s surprise and urgency now,

    And

    Anna

    Ser encounter with

    Remington''s

    lobby and reaction, she believed he

    to her. hadn''t lied

    SWI

    no

    But what she hadn''t expected was how much Remington had cared for the child before its birth.

    In these four months, had Remington not once visited the West family to see this baby?

    Not even once? Otherwise, how could he not recognize the West family''s nanny and this baby? Lizzy''s heart was a mix of emotions.

    She truly hadn''t expected this baby to be the surviving infant of the West family from that night. Because of this child, Remington had left Zion City.

    Daisy was gone, but this child had survived.

    Though the child was innocent, Lizzy couldn''t help but feel a thorn in her heart, Ker earlier tenderness mixed with the sting of salt, rough and

    fortable.

    "Waaah... Waaah!"

    But the baby, in Lizzy''s arms, opened his eyes.

    As if sensing Lizzy''s change in emotion, knowing he was being rejected, the baby looked heartbroken.

    His big, clear eyes, like ck grapes, were teary, reflecting Lizzy''s figure.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    Pouting his rosy little mouth, he cooed at her, even reaching out his soft little hand to touch Lizzy''s face.

    Lizzy held the baby''s hand, soft as a cotton ball, and let out a gentle sigh.

    She didn''t understand why fate loved to y such jokes on her.

    This baby, with whom she felt such a connection, turned out to be that child.

    Lizzy''s stiff hand gently patted the aby, who, wanting to p

    crying

    her,

    t out a tiny, adorable hiase

    and stopped crying. FindNovel

    Instead, he stared at Lizzy with his watery grape-like eyes, gurgling, full of curiosity.

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    Lizzie felt a wave of tenderness wash over her as she instinctively lifted her hand to touch the back of her hand to the baby''s forehead. The fever had broken.

    "Liz, let me take Ron, will you?" Ste, as if fearing Lizzie might harm the child, stepped forward again, bending over to take him into her arms. "Ron, do you want toe to auntie?" But as she approached, the little one''s mouth puckered, and he looked as if he was about to cry again. Remington intervened, blocking Ste''s attempt to reach for the baby. "Remington? Ron is a member of the West family, the sole heir of our bloodline. I''ve always treated Ron as my own. I''m worried sick about him being ill. Liz has been holding him tight and won''t even let me get close. What''s the reason for this?" Ste frowned, her voice full of usation.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Remington''s voice was stern, "You''ve brought the smell of alcohol over to the child!" Ste''s expression changed slightly; she indeed had been at a bar, drinking and dancing. If it hadn''t been for Anna''s call, informing her that Remington and Lizzie were at the hospital, Ste wouldn''t havee tonight at all.

    "I... The smell of alcohol must have identally transferred from someone else. I rushed over as soon as I heard Ron was sick at a friend''s birthday party tonight!" Ste defended herself.

    Lizzie, holding Ron, stood up, her gaze fixed on Ste. "Ste, the doctor said Ron was premature, has a weak constitution, and is more prone to illnesses. He needs extra care. If you truly care about him, you wouldn''t leave everything to the nanny." If Ste genuinely cherished the baby, there wouldn''t be ack of attachment from him towards her. Clearly, the baby didn''t like Ste, showing even more dependency on Lizzie, a stranger he had only met twice.

    "Lizzie, what are you implying? Ron

    is a child the West family was fortunate to have. Being premature, he was so tiny at birth, you can''t possibly imagine. If I hadn''t been careful, how could Ron have grown this adorable?" Ste tried to take Ron from Lizzie''s arms, her lips curving into a smirk. "I forgot you''ve never cared for a baby. You can''t possibly understand how

    challenging and exhausting it is. I can''t be with Ron at every moment. A little negligence is normal; otherwise, what''s the point of having a nanny?" Ste''s words, a mix of not having cared for a baby and

    being unable to imagine, were thinly

    veiled jabs at Lizzie.

    Lizzie''s eyes sharpened, "Ste, if you were truly attentive, the nanny wouldn''t be neglecting the child to such an extent!" Lizzie was inexplicably infuriated by Ste''s superficial efforts, clearly just a facade. She shouldn''t have felt any pity for this child, yet she couldn''t ignore the negligence he was subjected to.

    Ste seemed somewhat surprised

    by Lizzie''s attitude, her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she said, "It seems Lizzie is quite fond of Ron." Turning to Remington, her mind working, she suggested,

    "Remington, speaking of which yet

    and share the same birthday, which is why your mother always treated me as her own daughter Ron and Daisy were also born on the same day. If Lizzie really likes our Ron, why not let him recognize Lizzie as his godmother? It would be afort."

    Lizzie had been trying her best to ignore the baby''s identity, to forget the tragic night where one child lived and another didn''t. Yet Ste kept bringing it up, her proposal, feigning understanding, was just to provoke Lizzie A sting in her heart, Lizzie instinctively loosened her grip on Ron, intending to hand him back to Ste. But who would have thought Ste''s attempt to take the child was so clumsy, the baby nearly slipped from her grasp, tumbling towards the ground.

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    "Ah! Ron!"

    Ste screamed at the top of her lungs.

    Lizetta also cried out in shock, "Oh, my baby!"

    Feeling her child slip from her grasp was like her heart had stopped beating for a moment.

    She closed her eyes, bracing for the sound of tears, but it never came.

    Upon opening her eyes, Lizetta saw Remington bending over, kneeling on one knee, catching the baby in his arms just in time.

    Completely oblivious to the danger, the baby seemed to find the whole ordeal amusing, bursting intoughter in Remington''s embrace.

    The innocentughter grounded Lizetta, her heart dropping back into ce, yet it also ignited a furious rage within her.

    And there was Ste,cking any self-awareness, pointing fingers at Lizetta.

    "Liz, I know you''re not fond of Ron, but that doesn''t mean you can just throw him to the ground. If it weren''t for Remington''s quick reflexes, Ron could''ve been... Ah!" Before Ste could finish, Lizetta suddenly grabbed her by the hair and shoved her against the wall.

    Ste''s face was pressed against the wall as she screamed and struggled.

    "Let go! Lizetta, what are you doing?"

    "This is a hospital! Remington! Save me! Ah!"T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Seeing Ste still putting up a fight, Lizetta mmed her head against the wall with more force.

    "Miss!"

    Anna, seeing herdy in distress, reached out to pull Lizetta away, but she barely moved before Remington''s icy stare made her retract her hand.

    Lizetta released a pained Ste, who immediately clutched her head, leaning weakly against the wall.

    Lizetta red at her, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

    "Ste, you do realize this is a hospital, not Broadway, right? I don''t mind your little dramas, but don''t joke around with a child''s safety!"

    Ste''s forehead was bruised, her face pale, eyes teary, and utterly shocked and wronged.

    "Remington, you know how

    important Ron is to our family. I''m his aunt, why would I intentionally harm him? How can Liz use me of such a thing..."

    Tears fell from Ste''s eyes as she subtly signaled Anna.

    Biting her lip, Anna pointed at Lizetta.

    "Mr. Dashiell, she adores Mr. Ron. I saw everything clearly; it was she who deliberately let go, causing Mr. Ron to fall." Ste shot Anna a look.

    "Anna, stop! It wasn''t intentional on Liz''s part, thankfully Ron''s okay."

    Ste, ying the understanding part, moved closer to Remington to check on Ron nestled in his arms.

    Lizetta felt a sting watching the two stand together, resembling a perfect little family.

    It was unbearably irritating.

    Furthermore, Ste and Anna were insistent that she had intentionally tried to harm the baby, making her the one with a motive.

    Lizetta sensed Remington''s silence as a sign of his belief in their words.

    Her heart sank, yet she couldn''t bring herself to argue.

    Silently, she turned to leave, but the next moment, her wrist was caught in a familiar, strong grip.

    Turning back, Lizetta met

    Remington''s gaze, focused yet

    tender as he said, "Sweetheart

    fetch the doctor. The baby''s V out."

    Stunned by his words, Lizetta realized his stance.

    He believed her.

    And there, in front of Ste, he had tenderly called her "sweetheart."

    Her heart skipped a beat, but there wasn''t time to dwell on it.

    came

    Worried, she nced at the baby''s head, only then noticing the missing

    due to the baby''sughter.

    IV needle,pletely at

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    Liz felt a sudden pang of guilt and immediately turned to press the call button. Meanwhile, Remington was already cradling the baby, his cold gaze fixed on Ste. "Is this what you call caring for the child? Since you''ve been here, have you even once asked about the baby''s condition?"

    Ste was taken aback, her lips parting as she tried to defend herself. But confronted with Remington''s sharp, cutting gaze, she found herself speechless. Taking a step toward Liz, Remington put some distance between him and Ste, his voice cold once more. "I''m not blind or heartless. Save your pitiful tricks!" "It''s not like that, Remington, I really..." Ste''s panic rose, and she took a step forward, trying to get closer.

    Remington''s eyes hardened. "Stay back! Your smell is overwhelming us."

    Ste had only been to the bar, having a single drink before receiving Anna''s call. She instinctively sniffed at herself, and though there was a hint of alcohol, it wasn''t overwhelming. However, Remington''s disdainful look and his step back made her feel like an outright drunkard.

    The baby in Remington''s arms seemed to understand his words, giving Ste a nce before turning his little head to bury it in Remington''s chest.

    Remington tensed up. It was his first time holding such a small, delicate baby. When he first caught the baby and the baby smiled at him, he felt inexplicably stunned. This also caused a slight dy in his reaction, nearly leading Liz to misinterpret his attitude and leave. "Nurse, the baby''s IV needle has fallen out. Can you please check on it?" Just as Ste was about to crumble under Remington''s piercing gaze, the nurse hurried over, and Liz urgently exined the situation.

    Ste breathed a sigh of relief,

    quietly stepping aside. The baby was well-behaved, not crying or fussing as the nurse reinserted the needle his dark eyes shifting back and forth between Liz and Remington. He even waved his little hands at Liz, babbling as if calling out to be held. So adorable. But Liz ultimately didn''t

    step forward to hold him again.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    After the nurse left, Liz also picked up her bag. Remington, clearly not keen on staying alone with Ste, ced the baby back in the hospital bed and stood up as well.

    Seeing this, Ste, her eyes reddening, said, "Remington, although Ron''s fever has subsided, I''m worried it mighte back. Could you stay with us?"

    Remington frowned, but before he could refuse, Liz looked at him. "You stay and take care of the child." She didn''t trust Ste with the child. She felt an inexplicable softness for the little one. After a moment''s hesitation, Remington nodded, "Alright, go get some rest."

    Without another word, Liz turned and left. Behind her, the baby on the hospital bed seemed to be pleading for her to stay, suddenly kicking his legs and starting to cry again. Liz paused momentarily but didn''t turn back.

    She had indeed formed a bond with the baby, but he was a member of the West family. If her Daisy was indeed harmed by the West family, even though the infant was

    innocent, Liz couldn''t afford to invest too much emotion.

    Remington gently patted the baby, watching Liz''s disappearing figure. Oddly, he felt a sense of destion, as if he had been abandoned by that heartless woman.

    "Remington, look, Ron stops crying the moment you pat him. He really seems to like you a lot," Ste''s soft, surprised voice broke through Remington''s thoughts.

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    Remington shifted his gaze downward, noticing the baby immediately gripping his finger tightly after a gentle pat. Those tear-filled eyes were locked onto him, as though fearing he might leave as well. It was a peculiar feeling, but the baby''s clear and dependent eyes

    reminded Remington of Lizetta when she first arrived at the Dashiell household. The resemnce in their gazes and eye shapes was striking.

    He turned to Ste, his voice serious. "What time was Ron born?"

    Ste, assuming he was just showing concern for Ron, smiled softly and sat down by the hospital bed, leaning in closer to Ron. "Ron was born around 10:30 p.m. Evelina was rushed into surgery for a C-section as soon as we got to the hospital. Luckily, even though he was premature, Ron''s a resilient little fighter..."

    As Ste continued, moving subtly closer to Remington, he did the mental math. At that time, Lizetta was still en route to the hospital, and the two hospitals were over an hour''s drive apart. The memory ofying Daisy to rest shed in his mind-the small, bruised, and lifeless form.

    Remington abruptly withdrew his hand from the baby''s grasp, discarding the unrealistic thoughts. Only then did he realize how close Ste had gotten, practically seated beside him, her skirt touching his ck dress pants.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

    With a faint frown, he stood up sharply. "Remington?" Ste looked up, surprised and hurt by his sudden action.

    The baby, feeling neglected, began to cry again. Remington''s stern gaze focused on Ste, his voice warning. "Ste, this child is your brother''s legacy. He died searching for you. If you have any conscience, you should take good care of this child!" Ste bit her lip. "Remington, you misunderstand me..."

    "He''s crying!" Remington interrupted her, his tone firm.

    Ste''s face turned pale as she hurriedly picked up the baby, trying tofort him. However, the baby was having none of it, iling and scratching at Ste, making a mess of her hair. Normally, she would have lost her temper and handed the child off to Anna, but with Remington watching, she forced herself to calm the baby.

    Thankfully, the sick and exhausted baby eventually fell asleep with tear-streaked cheeks. Ste sighed in relief, her back aching from the effort. Just as she was about toy the baby down, Remington spoke sternly. "He''s feeling insecure. He might wake up if you put him down."

    Ste froze, and Anna quickly offered to take over. However, noticing Remington''s stern profile, Ste forced a smile towards Anna. "It''s okay, I''ll hold him. We don''t want to wake him by passing him around."

    Eager to prove herself, Ste

    adjusted her posture, trying to bnce elegance with tenderness.lt was exhausting. She gently patted the baby and kissed his forehead; then nced at Remington, expecting to see a look of approval. Instead, her hopeful smile froze as she met his unyielding gaze.

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    Remington was clearly no longer paying attention to her. He sat on the couch, legs crossed, engrossed in texting on his phone, a slight smile ying on his lips. The faint glow from his phone illuminated his deep, dark eyes, which seemed to light up solely for one person. Ste was filled with jealousy, quickly masking it by looking down. Lizetta! Even if she couldn''t have everything, she wouldn''t let Lizetta have it easily either.

    Indeed, Remington was in contact with Lizetta. Half an hour earlier, Lizetta had hurried out of the hospital. The chilly night air greeted her as she left. She had arrived in Remington''s car and was about to hail a cab when a shy blue Aston Martin pulled up in front of her. Timothy got out from the driver''s seat, walked around the car, and opened the passenger door for Lizetta.

    "Hop in, Litchi. Remi ordered me to take you home," he said. Lizetta was surprised, "Weren''t you supposed to be dropping your girlfriend off at the hospital?" Timothy chuckled, "My girlfriend''s needs don''tpare to Remi''s orders. He''d have my hide if I didn''t get you home safely. It''s cold, get in."

    Timothy gave Lizetta a wink. Lizetta hesitated, "No need. I can take a cab. You shouldn''t leave your girlfriend at the hospital; it must be hard on her." Timothy sighed, "Or maybe you want me to call her and break up right now?"

    Lizetta was speechless. Without further hesitation, Lizetta quickly got into the car. Even if Timothy was known for his fleeting rtionships, she didn''t want to inadvertently be the reason for another breakup.

    As Timothy drove away from the

    hospital, his phone beeped with a WhatsApp notification. ncing at the screen, he raised an eyebrow at Lizetta. ¡°See, Litchi? Remi''s really worried about you. He''s asking if I''ve picked you up." Timothy sent-a couple of voice messages back to Remington. Remington quickly replied with a voice message, which Timothy yed. Remington''s familiar, deep voice filled the car.

    "Alright, drive safe, make sure she gets home safely!"

    Timothy chuckled before responding yfully. "Yeah, yeah, don''t worry. I''ll make sure Remi''s precious treasure gets home safe and sound." Lizetta felt a bit ufortable with the teasing and looked at Timothy "Timothy, you know I divorced him. There''s no chance of getting back together. Maybe let''s not joke about this."

    Timothy smiled softly, "Come on, Litchi. Are you really not considering giving Remi another chance? You have no idea how he''s been these past four months, wandering around like a zombie. Just after you left Zion City he, who''s always so

    alcohol every night. One time, he got alcohol poisoning. If the maid hadn''t found him in time and rushed him to the hospital, he might have ended up in Oakridge Heights for good. He stayed in the hospital for a couple of days, stopped drinking, but then turned into a workaholic, spending mornings and nights at the office. His only break was his weekly visits to the cemetery, where he''d sit for hours. I haven''t seen him smile once in these months, Litchi..."

    Timothy, being Remington''s close friend, was clearly trying his best to speak well of him. Lizetta didn''t want to listen, but his words still pierced her heart. However... "Timothy, what do you mean he spends hours at the cemetery?"T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

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    Timothy was taken aback. "You don''t know?"

    "What am I supposed to know?" Lizetta asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

    The Dashiell family hadn''t had any recent deaths, but seeing Timothy''s tense expression, Lizetta suddenly remembered Daisy, who was reportedly taken abroad by Hanna Evert Dashiell.

    Lizetta had tried to contact Daisy as well, but for some reason, the little guy had sent her a WhatsApp message three months ago, saying he needed to focus on his studies and cut down on phone use. After that, she hadn''t heard back from him. Could it be...

    "Did something happen to Daisy?" Lizetta asked, her voice trembling as she thought of Daisy''s past health issues.

    Timothy quickly shook his head. "No, no, Daisy''s doing great. I saw him a few days ago, and he''s almost as tall as me now. Don''t worry."

    Lizetta''s frown deepened. "Isn''t Daisy supposed to be abroad?"

    Timothy paused for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I was on a business trip recently and took the opportunity to visit Daisy and Mrs. Dashiell." So, who was Remington visiting at the cemetery?

    A bted thought crossed Lizetta''s mind, and she clenched her hands in herp, her nails digging painfully into her palms.

    Noticing her expression, Timothy bit his cheek, regretting his earlier words.

    "Litchi, Remi didn''t tell you because he wanted to spare you the grief..."

    Lizetta gazed out the car window, her slender neck tense, but she couldn''t hide the redness in her eyes.

    After a moment, she turned back to Timothy. "Do you know the exact location of the cemetery?"

    Timothy looked at her. "Maybe... you should let Remi take you."

    Seeing Lizetta''s tearful eyes fixed on him, Timothy''s expression was one of helplessness and apology.

    "It''s not that I don''t want to tell you. I genuinely don''t know! Remi never invited us to visit."

    Even if he knew, Timothy couldn''t take Lizetta there. If she broke down and cried, wouldn''t Remi have him hunted down across the city? Understanding that Timothy wouldn''t say more, Lizetta didn''t press further.

    She took out her phone, opened WhatsApp, hesitated for a moment, and then found Remington''s number in her block list.

    After adding him back, Lizetta opened the chat but wasn''t sure what to write.

    After typing and deleting several messages, she didn''t directly ask in the end. "Are you free tomorrow?"

    Lizetta thought it best to ask in person and have Remington take her there directly.

    Mean When Remington

    received

    the WhatsApp

    almost thought he was im

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    His long fingers scrolled up the chat history.

    "Babe, goodnight."

    "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient."

    "Babe,

    today and thought it was you.

    Chas someone on the street them quite a distance el

    funny, right?"

    "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient."

    "Babe, dreamed about you."

    "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient."

    ...

    After months of being blocked, the chat suddenly came alive with a new message.

    Even Remington struggled to stayposed.

    When Lizetta noticed Remington typing, she clutched her phone, feeling unexpectedly nervous.

    But after waiting a long time, there

    was no message from him.

    when Lizetta began to wo

    finally replied.

    But it was...

    "RJ: Babe, did someone hack your ount?"

    Lizetta blinked, feeling a mix of amusement and relief.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    The dull ache in her heart seemed to ease.

    Unsure how to respond, she stared at the nickname he used, lost in thought.

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    Sure, here is the revised version of the trantion:

    Why did he still address her like that?

    At that moment, she noticed the line of text she''d been staring at suddenly vanish.

    A message popped up on her screen:

    [The sender has withdrawn a message.]

    Lizetta, "..."

    But this time, she didn''t have to wait long before he replied again.

    Just two words:

    [Avable.]

    It seemed he had stopped being erratic and returned to his usual reserved andconic self, Mr. Dashiell.

    Acting as if she had seen nothing, she replied to him.

    [Let''s meet tomorrow afternoon, I have something to ask you.]

    [Okay.]

    In the hospital room, Remington had uncrossed his legs. The man, who had been loungingzily against the sofa back, straightened up, resting his arms on his widespread legs, leaning forward with his phone in hand. After agreeing, he feared he might seem too aloof, so he quickly added two more messages.

    [What time?]

    [Do you need me to pick you up?]

    Lizetta thought about her schedule for the next day; she was already nning to visit the Starlight Group on behalf of Madden Media to submit a letter of intent for cooperation.

    It would be a good opportunity to meet Remington, maybe around four or five in the afternoon?

    Just as she was about to reply, another message from Remington popped up on her WhatsApp.

    [I checked tomorrow''s schedule with Cedric, and I''ll only be free for dinner. I''ll book a restaurant, and we can discuss it over the meal.]N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Lizetta thought for a moment, then sighed lightly, deleting the time she had typed out and replying simply with,

    [Okay.]

    Meanwhile, Remington, looking at her brief response, had a sparkle in his deep eyes, a slight smile on his lips. "Boss, did something good happen?"

    Cedric, after delivering a bunch of baby items, saw Remington''s rare smile and was so moved he almost cried. He leaned in and asked softly.

    Only then did Remington turn off his phone screen, twirling it between his fingers before ncing at Cedric. "Book a restaurant for tomorrow night."

    Cedric almost instantly understood who Remington intended to dine with.

    Apart from his wife, no one else could make the boss smile like that.

    Cedric immediately gave a thumbs-up, excitedly saying,

    "Don''t worry, boss. I''llpile a list of the hottest romantic restaurants in Zion City and provide you with some options to choose from."

    In the past six months, the boss had be a workaholic iceberg due to

    his troubled love life, and

    he had lost his own ability to enjoy life.

    Poor guy, he hadn''t flirted or gone on a date in half a year; he needed to catch up on where couples were dining out these days. Remington nodded in approval at Cedric.

    Ste sat on the hospital bed, holding the baby. The room was quiet, but even though Cedric and Remington spoke in hushed tones, Ste could hear everything clearly.

    She bit her lip hard, bowing her head to hide the frustration and jealousy on her face.

    She tried not to listen or look, but

    the

    image of Remington looking down at his WhatsApp, his handsome face smiling tenderly and indulgently, was seared into her mind.

    This couldn''t go on.

    A man like Remington was irresistible to any woman.

    Moreover, such a man was now devoted to just one woman.

    Lizetta was just putting on an act, her heart still set on Remington. With Remington pursuing her like this, how long could she hold out?

    If the two of them reconciled, Ste would have no chance at all.

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    The next morning dawned bright and early, and Lizetta rose with the sun. Her first destination was the Dashiell Memorial Hospital to check on her elder brother, Thaddeus.

    Thaddeus had woken up, and to everyone''s relief, his recovery was progressing swiftly. By morning, he was already able to speak inplete sentences, using the hospital bed for support. When he saw Lizetta, his gaze shifted to the space behind her. "Where''s your brother-inw? Didn''t hee with you?"

    Lizetta, busy arranging a variety of vitamins and health supplements on the table, nearly let her smile slip. "Big brother, since when did you start calling Remington my brother-inw? You always used to call him Mr. Dashiell."

    Indeed, Thaddeus had always maintained a formal distance with Remington, addressing him with the respect due to his aloof and dignified demeanor. Now, with her and Remington''s rtionship having shifted, Thaddeus''s sudden familiarity seemed out of ce to Lizetta. She was about to suggest he revert to the formal address when Thaddeus''s expression turned slightly anxious. "Did you two have a fight?"

    Lizetta quickly shook her head, "No, nothing like that... We''re good. It''s just...you never called him that before, so it feels a bit odd."

    Thaddeus''sughter broke the brief

    tension. His reluctance in the past was because, before his ident, Lizetta and Remington weren''t married. Back then, Remington''s icy demeanor had made him wary entrusting his sister to him. But waking up to find that over the past couple of years, not only had

    Remington fulfilled his prob

    marrying Lizetta but had also taken care of him, changed Thaddeus''s perspective. The high and mighty Mr. Dashiell had shown an unexpected side, lowering his guard to care for his sister''s family.

    Before Thaddeus could share these thoughts, the room was filled with a familiar, deep voice, "What''s so odd about it?"

    With those words, a tall and imposing figure stepped into the room, heading straight for Lizetta. Dressed in a ssic British suit, its brown tweed fabric catching the. warm sunlight pouring through the window, Remington exuded an innate charm and stability softened today by the choice of warmer hues.

    Lizetta found herself momentarily dazed as he approached, and by the time she snapped back to reality, Remington was at her side, his arm naturally finding its ce around her waist. "I told you to wait for me. You couldn''t have been that impatient in the time it took me to park, could you?" Meeting his gaze, a soft blush crept over Lizetta''s cheeks. He had imed to be too busy for a visit just the day before, yet here he was, first thing in the morning. And how did he always seem to know exactly where she was?

    Her thoughts must have been transparent, for Remington''s gaze lingered on her, his smile deepening as if to say, "Aren''t you even a little bit surprised to see me?" and, "I''m ying along for your brother''s sake, you ungrateful little thing."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Their silent exchange didn''t go

    unnoticed by Thaddeus, who could

    only interpret it as a disy of affection His face lit up with a reassured smile. "Liz, why don''t you and your brother-inw take a seat? I''ve got plenty of doctors, nurses, and caregivers here. You don''t need toe every day."

    Reluctantly, Lizetta led Remington to sit by the bed. No sooner had they settled than Thaddeus added, "It''s early; you two should catch up on some rest. That way, I might get to be an uncle sooner rather thanter."

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    Lizzy''s expression stiffened slightly, and seeing this, Thad noticed something was off and nced towards Remington.

    "What''s up? You two haven''t thought about it yet?"

    Thad figured his sister was happily married, so having a child seemed like the next logical step, especially since Lizzy had been out of college for a while now.

    Remington''s hand found its way back to Lizzy''s waist, pulling her closer into his embrace as he addressed Thad.

    "Of course, we''ve talked about it. I couldn''t be more thrilled at the idea, but I also deeply respect Liz''s wishes."

    Thad nodded in approval, his gaze softening even more as he looked at Remington.

    Then Remington, lowering his voice, whispered in Lizzy''s ear, "What do you think about having one?"

    But Lizzy tensed up, shooting Remington a look that clearly said ''back off."

    Then she turned to Thad, "Big brother, my career hasn''t even taken off yet. There''s no rush for babies."

    After a bit more conversation with Thad, the couple left the hospital room together. Remington kept his arm around Lizzy the entire time, not once letting go even as they walked far away from the room.

    "Have you had your fill?" Lizzy quipped, feeling the warmth from Remington''s hand through her sweater, an unusual heat creeping up her skin.

    As they reached the elevator and the doors slid open, Remington didn''t release her but instead pulled her closer, backing her into a corner of the elevator.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    "What are you doing? There are cameras, be mindful of the impression you''re making!"

    Even though the elevator was empty, anyone could enter at any moment.

    Surrounded by Remington''s woody cologne and feeling the tension in his chest, Lizzy couldn''t help the flutter in her heart.

    With one hand against the elevator rail behind her, Remington''s intense gaze locked onto her soft face, his voice husky, "Have you taken me off your cklist yet? Am I, maybe, off that list in your heart too?"

    He was eager to know if he had to escape the dreaded

    cklist in her heart, the list of those she found annoying and refused to deal with.

    Bending slightly, his voice resonated in her ear, but his eyes were fixed on her blushing cheeks.

    Lizzy''s breathing was light, but it couldn''t mask the rapid beating of her heart.

    With her lips tightly pressed, she managed a firm tone, "Not at all, told you, I only reached out to you because I had something to ask. Don''t tter yourself, move!

    Yet, her voice trembled at the end, her ears to her cheeks flushed with a beautiful crimson, far removed from her once icy disdain. "What if I want to be presumptuous? Lizzy, I was so happyst night, I barely slept. I couldn''t wait to see you, that''s why I came here..." Remington watched her tremble, his Adam''s apple moving as he slowly leaned in.

    "I want to kiss you, may I?"

    A tiny initiative from her, and he was lost in wild thoughts, longing to kiss her, wanting more.

    And to fiercely silence those heartless and contradictory words of hers.

    His voice was low, filled with emotion and temptation. He moved closer slowly, his deep gaze locking onto her like a hawk.

    He didn''t want to force her, giving her a chance to ept or reject.

    Their breaths mingled, lips inching closer and closer.

    Just as they were about to merge, Lizzy suddenly turned her head away.

    His warm lips brushed past the corner of her mouth,nding just at the tip of her ear, red as a drop of blood.

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    In the confined space of the elevator, Remington whispered into Lizetta''s ear, his sigh a mix of frustration and desire, "Rejected again, huh?"

    Pressed against the cold, unyielding elevator wall, Lizetta tried to find sce in its chill, but it did little to calm the storm of emotions inside her. Her voice came out tense, "Yes, now step back...ugh."

    Her attempt to scold him was abruptly cut short as Remington''s lips captured her earlobe in a gentle bite, sending a tingling sensation down her spine that made her knees weak.

    Flustered, Lizetta''s eyes reddened as she red at Remington, torn between embarrassment and anger.

    "Don''t look at me with that mix of shyness and annoyance. It''s hard to resist," Remington''s voice was husky, his Adam''s apple bobbing as he spoke. The night before, he had been as giddy as a teenager on his first date because of her invitation, working through the night until dawn, restless, with thoughts of her invading his dreams.

    Those dreams were vivid and left him in a mess upon waking. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to make those dreams a reality.

    His gaze darkened, his intentions clear and unmasked, filled with raw desire.

    "Shut up!" Lizetta''s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she cut him off, her indignation clear.

    She was like a kitten with its fur standing on end, adorable rather than intimidating.

    "Alright, I''ll be quiet," Remington couldn''t help but smile, miming zipping his lips in a gesture of obedience, but his eyes still zed with possessiveness and desire, his body inching closer to hers.

    His words were those of a gentleman, but his physical reaction told a different story.

    "Then back off!" Lizetta was fuming, finding him utterly unreasonable.

    They were in a hospital elevator, for heaven''s sake. What was he thinking? Had some strange hormone been injected into him?

    Why was he reacting so oddly just because she had unblocked his number on WhatsApp? Had his usual calm and collected demeanor, expected of the CEO of Starlight Group, vanished into thin air?

    "Is there a reward if I do?" Remington was clearly pushing his luck.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Lizetta was beyond words.

    Fortunately, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

    "No, there isn''t!" Lizetta pushed past him in a hurry, her escape clumsy and rushed.

    Remington watched her flee, adjusting his slightly tight tie and taking a moment to catch his breath before following her out.

    As he strolled out of the hospital building, he saw Lizetta hadn''t gone far. They walked towards the parking lot together, and Lizetta turned to him.

    "How''s the kid fromst night?"

    Despite leaving the hospital early, Lizetta couldn''t stop worrying about the child.

    vein

    "The fever spiked again in the middle of the night, but it broke after that He''ll be observed for a couple of days, then he can go home," Remington exined, noticing her concern. en FindNovel

    "Did you stay till morning?" Lizetta asked, realizing the significance. They had visited Tulip Hospital near Maple Cottage, and now they were at Dashiell Hospital. If Remington had stayed with the child all night, it meant he hadn''t slept.

    Remington looked at Lizetta, a yful smile in his eyes, "Are you asking if I spent the night with Ste? Are you jealous?"

    Lizetta was taken aback. She hadn''t considered that angle, but Remington''s suggestion stirred something within her. It wasn''t exactly difort, but it was far from pleasant.

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    "Mr. Dashiell is really getting ahead of himself. I was just concerned about the child."

    When she denied it, Remington raised an eyebrow with mild amusement and remarked, "So, if you''re not jealous, it means you fully trust that nothing would happen between Ste and me, even if we spent the night together." His lips curled into a slight smile. "Liz, do you trust me that much now?"

    Lizetta felt that Remington wasn''t just being presumptuous; he had mastered the art of charming his way through situations. She rolled her eyes at him without hesitation and responded with a sarcastic smile, "As long as you''re happy." Now, as Remington watched Lizetta, he found her feisty attitude both lively and endearing. His smile remained as he chose to exin, "Last night, around 2 AM, I stayed to make sure the baby''s fever went down. The nurse assured me it wasn''t serious, so I left Cedric there and headed back to Oakridge Heights to get some rest..."

    He provided a detailed ount, almost as if he were reporting his schedule to her. Lizetta felt aplex mix of emotions. If he had always been this transparent, perhaps they wouldn''t have had so many misunderstandings, leading to their current predicament. Suppressing her feelings of regret, she interrupted him, "You don''t need to tell me all this."

    Remington, however, replied, "Are you heading to work? I can give you a ride."

    By this time, his driver had already pulled up with his car. Lizetta stood her ground, shaking her head, "I drove myself, no need. Since we''ve run into each other, there''s no need to meet up again tonight..."

    She wanted to get her questions answered now to avoid meeting up for dinnerter. But Remington seemed to anticipate her thoughts. Without waiting for the driver to help, he opened the door himself, slid into the car with a swift movement.

    As the car window rolled down slowly, his clear and indifferent profile returned to its usual cool demeanor. He nodded slightly at her, nced at his watch, and said, "I have a meeting soon and I''m runningte, see you this afternoon." Lizetta was left speechless...N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Just moments ago, he had asked if she wanted a ride. But before she could question him, he signaled the driver, and the car sped off, vanishing from Lizetta''s sight almost instantly.

    Lizetta drove back to her office,

    where the receptionists, Snow and Jessica, were whispering about something. Upon seeing Lizetta, theirughter ceased abruptly. Ever since the unpleasant encounter in the break room, they had been subtly ostracizing her. Lizetta didn''t mind much and walked past them.

    As she passed, Snow and Jessica resumed their lively conversation. Lizetta caught a snippet about a neer in the finance

    department next door. She didn''t

    pay it much attention and ret met

    to her desk to continue working on the proposal. She nned to submit the partnership proposal to the Starlight Group in the afternoon and needed to hurry.

    The office suddenly buzzed with excitement towards the end of the day-it seemed the new colleague next door was treating everyone to milk tea. Lizetta was still busy with some parts of her document and kept her head down, continuing her work.

    Then, a hand ced a hot cup of milk tea on Lizetta''s desk, apanied by a sweet voice, "I wasn''t sure which vor you''d like, so I just picked one for you. Try it, and if you don''t like it, I''ll get you another." Lizetta suddenly looked up, her expression changing upon seeing who it was. "What are you doing here?!"

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    Standing before Lizetta wasn''t just anyone; it was Andrea Madden, the same Andrea who had been sent abroad months ago. She was dressed in a sleek, understated ck and white business suit, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, exuding a newfound aura of peace

    and friendliness-a notable departure from the haughty demeanor she once wore like armor.

    But when Lizetta returned to the Madden family, Nelson had taken the decision to officially remove Andrea''s name from the family records and revert her surname to Gardenia. She was then sent abroad to continue her studies. So, what brought her back so unexpectedly? "Are you unhappy to see me? I just joined the finance department today. We''re colleagues now, and I genuinely hope we can get along well..." Andrea extended her hand to Lizetta, her smile radiant and sincere.

    Lizetta eyed the offered hand but leaned back in her office chair, making no move to ept it. "You didn''t answer my question," she noted.

    Andrea''s expression faltered, a look of bewilderment crossing her face. "I, I am..."

    "Lizetta Madden, little Chloe was so kind to bring you atte, and this is how you respond?" Jessica, having noticed the interaction, approached with a couple of colleagues in tow.

    Rumors had already spread about the new finance department hire who arrived at thepany in Eartha Porter Madden''s car. On her first day, she had treated entire departments tottes from Zion City''s priciest caf¨¦, each costing nearly ten dors. Clearly, a gesture only a Madden princess could afford.

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow, turning to Andrea. "Little Chloe? Andrea Porter?"

    Her gazended on Andrea''s name tag, and indeed, the name was there: "Andrea."

    Nodding at Lizetta, Andrea picked up thette again, offering it. "Yes, let''s start over. I''m Andrea. Can I call you Liz? We''re both new here, and I feel a special connection. I''d really love to be friends and get along. What do you say?"

    The colleagues around them were clueless about the history between Lizetta and Andrea, watching the exchange with interest.

    Andrea''s gesture was far from friendly. She was hoping Lizetta would lose her temper, revealing her true colors to everyone and making her own path in thepany more difficult. But Lizetta didn''t take the bait.

    She epted thette and, with a smile, also took Andrea''s arm. "Of course, if you''re so keen on being friends, let''s go outside and really get to know each other."

    Leading Andrea to a secluded patio, Lizetta finally released her grip. Crossing her arms, she demanded, "Alright, what''s going on?"

    Rubbing her wrist, Andrea bit her lip.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    "Liz, why are you so hostile towards me? You''ve already got everything you wanted, and I''ve been ousted from the Madden family. You don''t need to be so wary of me. Or do you not rest until I''mpletely destroyed?"

    Lizetta couldn''t help but chuckle, arms still crossed. "I''m just wondering how you got into thepany. You''re making it sound

    like I''ve wronged you, ying the victim. Who''s targeting whom here?"

    Biting her lip again, Andrea finally admitted, "It was my mother who allowed me into thepany. If you have any objections, you''re wee to take them up with her."

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    Lizetta understood that when Andrea mentioned "mom," she was indeed referring to Eartha. She had suspected as much, especially since she had video chatted with her grandpa earlier that morning while stretching for her dance practice. He was up early practicing Tai Chi and hadn''t mentioned Andrea at all, clearly unaware of her return. With Jerome hospitalizedst night due to illness and still under medical care, it obviously wasn''t him who had arranged for Andrea''s return. And since Andrea had changed herst name, it was clear she was following Eartha''s lead. Lizetta nodded at Andrea and immediately pulled out her phone to call Eartha.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Within ten minutes, she and Eartha had arrived at the CEO''s office. Eartha rose from behind her desk as soon as she saw them enter. Even in her fifties, she had maintained her elegance, a testament to a life offort and joy. Her vibrant beauty, entuated with meticulous makeup, hinted at a content life, though fine lines around her eyes revealed her age, making her seem younger than she actually was.

    "Liz, Andrea, I was just about to ask my secretary to book a table for us. Thought we could have lunch together. I''m pleasantly surprised you came to me first," Eartha said as she led Lizetta and Andrea to the sitting area, holding each by the hand. Letting go, Andrea affectionately clung to Eartha''s arm again.

    "Mom, can we have sushi for lunch? I heard from a colleague that there''s an authentic Japanese restaurant right across from the office," Andrea suggested, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and mischief.

    "You''re too spoiled, little miss," Eartha chided gently, then turned to Lizetta. "How about you, Liz? What would you like to eat?"

    They seemed so close, just like a real mother and daughter. Indeed, Eartha had raised Andrea after her own mother passed away. The Porters and the Maddens were old family friends. Mr. Porter had been a business partner with Nelson Madden, sharing a brotherly bond. Eartha, being the daughter of the Porter family, grew up closely with the Maddens, holding significant shares in the Madden Group alongside her brothers who now held executive positions within thepany.

    This connection meant Eartha and Elsa Madden, Nelson''s daughter, were as close as sisters. When Elsa''s health declined post-childbirth, Eartha didn''t hesitate to donate one of her kidneys to her, further deepening the bond between the families. After Elsa passed away, Eartha, having been divorced for two years, eventually developed a rtionship with Conrad West, Elsa''s widower. Their love led them to seek the blessing of Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden, despite the initial difort it caused.

    Even Andrea, the granddaughter, had tearfully insisted on Eartha bing her mother, going as far as staging a hunger strike to get her way. Given the circumstances and the elder Maddens'' eventual consent, Eartha officially became part of Andrea''s life in every sense. Lizetta might not know how her grandparents felt about all this at the time, but seeing Eartha and Andrea together, so affectionately close, certainly stirred some difort in her.

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    Lizetta tugged slightly at the corner of her lips, "Mrs. Madden, let''s put dinner aside for now. Shouldn''t you first exin why Andrea is here?"

    Eartha faced the question without a hint of displeasure. Instead, she gently took Lizetta''s hand and spoke softly, "Well, I was nning to discuss this during dinner, but you''ve brought it up first. Liz, your impatience is just like your mother''s when she was alive." A wistful expression crossed Eartha''s face as she patted Lizetta''s hand. "Back to the matter at hand. Andrea was indeed sent abroad by your father and me, but she ended up offending a noble girl at school, which led to severe bullying. She was driven to desperation and nearly got hit by a car on the streets. Fortunately, my sister-inw happened to save her. Andrea has been watched over by my sister-inw since she was young, and seeing her in such a state, she couldn''t bear to leave her overseas. She contacted your father and me, and it was we who asked my sister-inw to bring Andrea back home."

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow, "When did all this happen? So my father agreed to this as well?"

    "Liz, I agreed to it."

    At that moment, a voice came from the doorway. Lizetta and the others turned to see a middle-aged man entering-it was Conrad. His temples showed signs of grey, yet his demeanor remained refined andposed, hinting at regr exercise with a physique that might cause young women to secretly swoon over the charming ''uncle'' type.

    Eartha and Andrea immediately

    stood up, greeting him like the man of the house returning home. "Honey, what brings you to Zion City without letting us know?" Eartha''s face lit up with a girlish excitement. Andrea too, rushed forward as f to embrace him, only to stop abruptly, seemingly mindful of something. "Dad... I mean, Uncle..." sheT¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    hesitated, her face a mix of shyness and admiration, which softened Conrad''s expression into one of tender affection as he patted her shoulder.

    "Andrea had a hard time abroad and has lost a lot of weight. Now that you''re back, there''s nothing to fear. Just focus on getting better." Tears filled Andrea''s eyes as she nodded vigorously.

    Lizetta remained seated on the couch, sipping her tea before setting it down and beginning to p sarcastically. All eyes turned to her. Lizetta smiled, "What a pity. If you had told me sooner, I could have ordered a bouquet to congratte this heartwarming family reunion."

    The warm atmosphere was abruptly interrupted. Eartha anxiously said, "Liz, what are you saying, dear? You''re misunderstanding Mrs. Madden and Andrea''s rtionship. Talking like this will only upset your father."

    Andrea stepped forward, sobbing,

    "Liz, are you upset about meing back? But I really couldn''t stay abroad any longer; it was too terrifying. Don''t worry, I won''t

    know my ce and won''t dare vie for Uncle and Grandfather''s

    affection, truly."

    Conrad, frowning, stepped forward to exin, "Liz, Andrea was brought back home because she was suffering from depression due to bullying at school. Mrs. Madden and I agreed to let Andrea take on the

    Madden name, essentially making her Mrs. Madden''s goddaughter. She won''t interfere with anything concerning you. Even if it''s about being a family of three, it should be your father, Mrs. Madden, and you. I''ve been very busytely, and my trip to Zion City was also in hopes of spending more time with you."

 Chapter 828

    Conrad''s demeanor was gentle, his eyes filled with hope and affection.

    Yet, how could a father, who truly cared for his daughter and longed to connect with the child he had been separated from for so many years, insist on keeping the daughter of his nemesis-someone responsible for switching his child and even causing her difficult childbirth-close by,vishing her with affection?

    Lizetta found the situation utterly absurd, feeling not the slightest stir of emotion.

    She raised an eyebrow and turned to Andrea. "Bullying at school? If she didn''t misstep, she''s twenty-three, not thirteen, right?"

    Andrea''s tears fell immediately, her face turning pale as her lips trembled.

    "Liz, don''t you believe me? Fine, I''ll show you the proof."

    With that, Andrea forcefully rolled up her sleeves.

    Lizetta saw several scars crisscrossing Andrea''s fair arms, with a few cigarette burns still ringly obvious.

    Andrea''s emotions surged suddenly. "Isn''t this enough for you? Well, there''s more!"

    As Andrea began to tear at the cor of her shirt, Eartha was instantly filled with distress, hastily embracing Andrea and restraining her hands. "That''s enough, Andrea, it''s okay now, you''re home..."

    Conrad''s eyes were also full of concern and worry as he tried to soothe her. "Andrea, don''t be afraid. With mom and dad around, no one can bully you, I..."

    He stopped, suddenly realizing the impropriety in his words, and turned awkwardly towards Lizetta, only to meet her mocking, scornful gaze.

    He stiffened, feeling as though he had been pped in the face.

    "Liz, Dad was just... in a moment of panic..."

    Lizetta interrupted him, standing up from the couch.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    "I get it, I understand. After all, she''s the daughter you raised with your own hands. If it''s so hard to let go, then just the three of you live well. I won''t intrude."

    She picked up her purse and was about to leave, bypassing the couch when Eartha blocked her way, anxiety written all over her face.

    "Liz, please don''t be mad. Mrs.

    Madden will apologize, okay? If you don''t want Andrea working at Madden Media, Mrs. Madden can arrange for her to go to anotherpany..."

    Lizetta let out a lightugh. "And where could Mrs. Madden possibly arrange for her to go? It''s just moving to another branch of the Madden family''s businesses." Eartha attempted to exin further, but Conrad stopped her, frowning at Lizetta.

    "Liz, Dad knows you''re upset, but we have to be reasonable. Andrea hasn''t done anything wrong; it''s the Gardenia family thatmitted the crimes.

    They''ve received their due

    punishment. Dad''s heard how you

    treat the Gardenia family''s son almost like a real brother. Dad believes you and Andrea can also slowlye to understand each other, just like sisters..."

    Lizetta was almost amused by Conrad''s twisted logic.

    Seeing the couple protect Andrea like this, she didn''t even have the energy to argue. She nodded at Conrad, saying,

    "Right, if I can''t treat her like a sister, then I''m the unreasonable one. Well, I really don''t want to be ''reasonable'' then. See who wants to be reasonable and recognize them as your daughter."

    With that, Lizetta didn''t give them another chance to speak, quickly leaving the office.

    She feared if she stayed any longer, she might actuallysh out at them.

    Lizetta told herself not to let these unworthy people affect her mood, yet her spirits failed to lift.

    As she left the office, her phone rang. Answering the call, her voice was slightly strained.

    "What''s up?"

    There was a moment of silence on the other end before someone spoke, their voice tinged with concern and anxiety. "Did something happen?"

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    It was a man''s familiar, deep voice that resonated on the line. Lizetta paused for a moment, pulling the phone away to nce at the screen, only to realize it was an unknown number. She brought the phone back to her ear, "What do you want?"

    At that moment, Remington, phone in hand, was lounging on his office sofa. His work desk was adorned with a simple lunch, which he had no appetite for. Instead, he was eagerly anticipating the dinner he had nned with Lizetta. His iPad, resting on hisp, disyed a collection of reviews and photos of the hottest couple''s restaurants in Zion City, curated by his friend Cedric. As Remington''s slender fingers swiped through the options, he found an excuse to discuss their dinner ns with Lizetta, his fingertip momentarily hesitating. "Why are you upset? Did I identally make you angry again?" His voice conveyed a mix of worry and care, as if her happiness and sadness were of paramount importance to him. Lizetta felt a sudden pang in her heart, as if the profound disappointment she felt towards her biological father had been gently soothed by a warm hand. Without realizing it, her voice softened, "It''s not you, it''s nothing really."T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Seeing that she still wasn''t sharing her troubles with him, Remington''s expression darkened for a moment, but he didn''t press further. Instead, he quickly searched online for something to lighten the mood, suddenly saying, "I heard a pretty funny joke today, want to hear it?" Lizetta was taken aback by the abrupt change in subject. Before she could decline, Remington had already started, "So, the number 0 and 8 run into each other on the street. O looks at 8 disdainfully and says, ''So you''re a bit chubby, but why wear a belt?"""

    Lizetta was silent... Remington frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction not with Lizetta but with the search engine''s joke selection crossing his face. What was this? It wasn''t even funny! He had searched for the funniest jokes, but all he got was this rubbish. He scrolled down quickly, then tried again, "A wife searches her husband thoroughly every day for any strands of another woman''s hair. One day, after finding nothing, she still scolds him, ''Now you''re even going after nuns!""

    Silence fell on both ends of the phone once more. Remington''s brow was deeply furrowed, his eyes scanning rapidly for something better. However, he was met with Lizetta''s lightughter instead. His frown eased immediately, his fingers stopping their frantic search. But then, Lizetta''s teasing voice came through, "Maybe you should stop looking up jokes online, they''re really bad."

    Caught in his attempt, Remington no longer searched, instead replying with a slight smile in his voice, "True, but they''re still not as bad as your jokes." His voice,ced withughter, brought back memories for Lizetta.

    It reminded her of the early days of The Starlight Group, when Remington, young and often underestimated, faced constant challenges. Seeing him stressed and tired, Lizetta would try to cheer him up with jokes she had found. But Remington, typically reserved and emotionally distant, was hard to amuse. Her attempts often ended with herughing alone, appearing foolish in her efforts to lift his spirits, receiving no more than a courtesy smile in return. Eventually, frustrated and near tears, her defeated expression managed to coax a genuineugh from him. He had teased her by pinching her face, trying to soothe her frustration.

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    "Alright, alright, next time Liz tells a joke, I''ll be the first one tough, alright? If Liz gives a big smile, I''ll match it, tooth for tooth, okay?" Her cheeks flushed at his indulgent tone, and she shot him a yful re.

    "Then show me a big, eight-tooth grin right now."

    Remington? Laugh that openly? That was a rare sight. He immediately frowned and stood up, pretending to chase after her.

    "I''ll see when you''ve got the guts to tease me again, you cheeky little thing!"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Startled, she took off running.

    "Liz?"

    Remington called out, thinking she might have hung up on him again. He nced at his phone to check the call.

    Liz, jolted back to reality by his call, felt her heart flutter, perhaps due to the fondness of the memory.

    "If you''re not busy, I was just about to head out for lunch..."

    She said hurriedly, but Remington interrupted her.

    "I''ve unblocked you on WhatsApp. No need to keep my number blocked, right?"

    Liz pursed her lips, "Maybe when I''m in a better mood!"

    With that, she hung up without waiting for a response.

    But as she looked up, she saw her reflection in the elevator mirror, her face surprisingly full of smiles.

    Liz was taken aback.

    The ping of a WhatsApp message caught her attention, her eyshes fluttering in anticipation.

    She nced down, and sure enough, it was from Remington.

    He had sent her the location of a restaurant and a time for dinner.

    Thinking about dining with Remington and the questions she wanted to ask, the smile on Liz''s face slowly faded.

    She sighed softly, closing the chat without replying.

    In the afternoon, Liz and her

    colleagu

    for

    Lilian headed to the

    Group to submit a proposal

    oration.

    Unexpectedly, as soon as they got out of the car in the underground parking lot, they ran into Ste.

    Ste walked over to Liz with a smile, acting as if they were close friends.

    Liz couldn''t help but admire Ste''s nerve; not everyone could act as if they had memory loss.

    "Ms. West, I''m guessing the p mark hasn''t faded yet? Eager for a couple more?"

    Liz flicked her wrist dismissively.

    Ste''s face was caked in makeup attempting to cover the still visible p mark. Seeing Liz raise her hand, Ste instinctively stepped back.

    Facing Liz''s mocking gaze, Ste''s expression stiffened, her cheeks throbbing anew.

    But as Liz tried to walk past, Ste followed, frowning.

    "What are you doing at the Starlight Group?"

    Liz was annoyed, "None of your business."

    Ste grabbed Liz, signaling her assistant.

    "You go on up."

    Then, to Lilian, she said, "We have something to discuss, if you don''t mind."

    Dressed in designerbels and sporting an expensive watch, Ste''s demeanor was haughty.

    Lilian nced at Liz, not wanting any trouble, and turned towards the elevator.

    Liz, impatient, shook off Ste''s hand, coldly saying, "Ste, you''re really something. Go chase after any man you like, use whatever tricks you want. Why keep bothering me? Anyone would think you''re interested in me."

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    The room was empty except for the two of them, and it was clear that Ste no longer wished to y her usual role as the wise older sister.

    With a mocking gaze, she dered, "Yes, you''re absolutely right. I''ve fallen for Remington. I''m madly in love with him!"

    Ste lifted her chin slightly, her eyes filled with defiance and challenge as she stared down Lizetta. She knew Lizetta hadn''t moved on from Remington and wanted to provoke her into anger. However, Lizetta''s expression remained calm, even rolling her eyes at Ste''s deration. It was obvious to anyone what Ste was trying to do.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    "Are you done?" Lizetta said, attempting to walk away as if Ste''s words were nothing more than a minor annoyance.

    Feeling disregarded, Ste blocked Lizetta''s path once again, her face twisted in anger. "Lizetta, why are you even here?"

    "That''s none of your business." Lizetta replied.

    Ste reached out to grab Lizetta again, "You''re divorced and still clinging to Remington. Of course, I have a say! Because I''m the one who''s going to be the future Mrs. Dashiell!" Lizetta chuckled, "Self-proimed? Do Fiona and Remington know about this?"

    Their attitudes at the Dashiell family mansion had been quite clear, not showing Ste any favor in front of Lizetta. Listening to Ste''s confident ims, Lizetta might have been confused if not for that day''s clear rejection.

    Lizetta sighed at Ste''s delusional confidence, but Ste''s face grew cold. "I''ve grown up with Remington, I''ve dedicated my life to him, even bing disabled, enduring so much pain, and I''ve done it all willingly!

    Lizetta, what have you done for

    Remington? You''ve enjoyed years of luxury in the Dashiell family without giving anything back. What right do you have topete with me? If you had any decency, you''d stay away from Remington and return what rightfully belongs to me!"

    Lizetta was astounded by her absurd logic. She had already had enough of dealing with Andrea''s family today and didn''t want to engage in a verbal battle with Ste. Moreover, she was here for business, not to argue with Ste. "I''ll say it again, talk to Remington about it," Lizetta said, pulling her hand away with an indifferent expression. If Ste thought she could provoke Lizetta with these words, she was sorely mistaken.

    The day Lizetta divorced Remington, she had already relinquished her position as Mrs. Dashiell. If Ste

    could take that ce, it would be

    due to her own efforts. But thehet

    more indifferent Lizetta seemed, the more Ste was filled with anger and jealousy.

    They struggled, with Ste bitterly mocking, "Lizetta, drop the act. You keep parading in front of Remington even after the divorce. Isn''t that just ying hard to get? Hypocrisy at its finest!"

    Lizetta thought Ste was delusional. If she were ying hard to get, why on earth would she have insisted on the divorce? It seemed utterly pointless.

    As Lizetta tried to pull away again,

    Ste pressed something into her hand, saying, "Don''t think Remington''s gentle attitude means he stil loves you. He''s just guilty over your lost child. Take a good look at what this is!"

    Lizetta looked down to find a cufflink in her palm. It was quite exquisite, with a sapphire in the center surrounded by a ring of tinum, and it bore the glowing initials FJC & LZ - the initials of Lizetta and Remington''s names. This cufflink was a present Lizetta had given to Remington on his eighteenth birthday, a gift costing her $280, a sum she had saved over half a year by tutoring ssmates to afford a custom design.

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    Butpared to Remington''s other cufflinks, these were rather modest.

    Lizetta wanted to celebrate her brother''sing of age, not expecting him to wear them often. If he wore them just asionally, she would be thrilled.

    Little did she know that upon receiving them and discovering she had taken up tutoring to afford the custom design, sacrificing much of her rest, Remington reprimanded her.

    Lizetta felt quite wronged at the time, sulking through the night until the next morning. Emerging from the kitchen, she looked up to see Remington descending the stairs, fastening the very cufflinks.

    For a time, Remington wore those cufflinks to many significant events.

    Despite being the cheapest pair he owned, their rtionshipter grew strained, and Lizetta never saw those cufflinks again.

    She thought Remington had long disposed of them.

    "How did these end up with you?"

    Suddenly thrust back into memories, Lizetta''s fingertips trembled as she coldly stared at Ste.

    Ste, seeing her guard down, smirked.

    Leaning in, she teased Lizetta, "What scenario do you imagine would lead a man to leave something so personal with another woman? Lizetta, don''t tell me you actually believed that after you left for four months, Remington just sat around waiting for you?" Ste''s voice was sultry,ced with innuendo.

    It was almost as if she was tantly suggesting she''d been intimate with Remington.

    Lizetta looked at Ste coldly, scoffing.

    "So what? You''re proud to pick up a man I''m tired of? Moreover, you think I''ll believe anything you say?"

    Ste chuckled, attempting to take the cufflinks back, saying, "iming not to care, yet you should see how upset you look now."

    But Lizetta swiftly closed her hand, leaving Ste grabbing at air.

    She raised an eyebrow, amused, "I was the original owner of these cufflinks. What is there to return?"

    "But they''re not yours now!" Ste reached out to snatch them.

    Lizetta, smirking, retorted, "Why the sudden frustration, Ste? Knowing the origin of these cufflinks, why keep a pair I gave to Remington? Do you take them out to spite yourself?"

    Ste scoffed, "Of course, I n to return them to Remington. It''s basic courtesy." Lizetta pocketed the cufflinks.

    "Perhaps I should return them for you?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Ste was taken aback, expecting someone as principled as Lizetta to lose her cool upon seeing such a personal item with her, and to believe without verifying.

    Was Lizetta actually nning to confront Remington with the cufflinks?

    That couldn''t happen.

    As Ste reached out, the two struggled fiercely. Ste,

    V

    exasperated, said, "This was left to

    me, so of course, I should personally

    return it to him! You... ah!"

    In the midst of their tug-of-war, Ste suddenly screamed, stumbling back a few steps and falling to the ground.

    The glove she had been wearing, specially designed to conceal her missing fingers with padding, was torn off andnded beside her.

    Exposed and on the ground, her injured hand started to bleed.

    Echoes of Ste''s screams filled the underground parking lot.

    Lizetta, unmoved, looked down at her from above.

    "Ste, don''t always be so eager to demean yourself!"

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    Lizetta had just finished speaking when she turned and left without giving Ste another nce. Ste watched her go, a dark storm brewing in her eyes. Once Lizetta and Lilian entered the elevator, Lilian cast a quick nce at Lizetta. "Hey, wasn''t that guy from Glory Media, Mr. Smith? Do you know him?" Lizetta gave her a fleeting look, choosing not to reply.

    Feeling slightly uneasy, Lilian wrinkled her forehead. "I heard she''s also the eldest daughter of the West family. They''re a big deal here in Zion City, ranking high in social circles. Please don''t stir up trouble and drag me into it." Lizetta just smiled at her. "Don''t worry, you dashed off so quickly, she probably didn''t even catch your face."

    The sarcasm wasn''t lost on Lilian, and her expression turned awkward. "I really can''t afford to offend Ms. West." Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is human nature. Lizetta didn''t seem bothered and shifted her gaze away.

    They arrived at the HR department responsible for the annual event. The assistant took their proposal and asked them to wait in a small office, saying Deputy Director Tan would review their proposal shortly and discuss it in detail soon. However, Lizetta and Lilian ended up waiting for over an hour,pletely neglected. Checking the time and seeing the end of the workday approaching, Lizetta stepped out of the rest area.

    She was about to inquire with the assistant about the status of their proposal submission when she saw the door to the director''s office open across the hall. President Winters, all smiles, was seeing two women out-Ste and her assistant. "Rest assured, Ms. West. Once I have the contract ready, we''ll sign it straight away."

    "I''ll be waiting for your call then, President Winters. I''lle over..."

    "Hey, no need for Ms. West to make another trip. I''ll have my assistant deliver the contract to you."

    Hearing this, Lizetta''s brows furrowed, and she stepped forward. "President Winters, I''m Lizetta from Madden Media. We had an appointment..."

    Before she could finish, Ste''s assistant, visibly annoyed, pointed at Lizetta. "You hurt Ste and didn''t even apologize. How dare you show up in front of us!"

    Hearing this, President Winters turned a sharp gaze toward Lizetta, his voice bing stern. "You''re the one who injured Ms. West?"

    Lizetta nced at Ste, who was holding her wrist with her other hand, a thick bandage wrapped around it. To the uninformed, it might look as though she had been seriously injured.

    Ste, avoiding Lizetta''s gaze, turned to President Winters. "Let''s not dwell on it, President Winters. The wound''s been treated, and I don''t wish to make a fuss. Thanks for having your assistant call thepany doctor to bandage it."

    President Winters, now looking moreContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    rxed, nodded at Ste. "Of course, of course. It''s the least we could do especially since Ms. West is so

    forgiving. After all, the incidentel

    happened in ourpany parking

    lot, we can''t just ignore it."

    Turning back to Lizetta with a stern expression, he continued, "Lizetta, right? I''ve reviewed your proposal for the annual event, and frankly, itcks creativity. I''ve decided to go with Glory Media. No need to say more. Just apologize to Ms. West, and you can leave."

    Lately, President Winters had heard some rumors about his CEO and Ms. West, seemingly originating

    §ï§ä

    from Zion City''s socialite circles. The talk was that Ste and the CEO were childhood sweethearts, with Ste having once saved the CEO''s life, even suffering injuries at the hands of kidnappers. The CEO''s affection for Ms. West was well-known, and it was said that the "Star" in Starlight Group was named after Ms. West herself.

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    Ms. West was poised to be the future leadingdy in their business world. President Winters had initially been skeptical about the rumors until he met Ste today. To his surprise, Ms. West indeed was missing a finger, a detail unexpected for someone who had grown up in luxury. How could she have suffered such an injury? Earlier, while Ste was tending to a wound on her hand, he subtly inquired about it. It turned out she had been injured protecting her childhood friend. That confirmed his suspicions!N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Lizetta nced again at Ste, who responded with a bold, carefree chuckle. Remembering how Ste had just emerged from President Winters'' office, unfazed by her presence, Lizetta quickly understood. Ste must have done her homework, knowing that Lizetta wasing to the Starlight Group to deliver a proposal. She was even aware of Lizetta''s meeting with President Winters and had deliberately injured her hand in the parking lot. The goal was clear: to elicit sympathy, ensuring President Winters got a poor impression of Lizetta, thus derailing any potential coboration.

    "President Winters, I think there''s been a misunderstanding..." Lizetta began, trying to exin. But before she could finish, President Winters, clearly impatient, interrupted her. "It seems you''re not interested in making a sincere apology. In that case, Alex, notify security to escort the troublemaker out of the Starlight Group premises immediately!"

    Lizetta couldn''t believe that the VP of HR at the Starlight Group would jump to conclusions so hastily. She wanted to argue her case, but President Winters didn''t give her a chance, signaling his assistant to block Lizetta while he cheerfully escorted Ste away. As Ste walked away, she turned back to Lizetta, raising her eyebrows slightly, and called out to President Winters. "President Winters, I''m really okay. Don''t be too hard on them; just asking them to leave will suffice." "Of course, Ms. West. You''re as kind as you are beautiful." The two proceeded towards the elevator, with President Winters apanying Ste, likely intending to walk her to the parking lot. "Aren''t you going to see Mr. Dashiell while you''re here?" Ste was asked with a gentle smile. "No, business and personal matters should remain separate. I wouldn''t want to disturb Remington during working hours. You know how much of a workaholic he is. And, I''d prefer if this visit stays between us, President Winters. After all, our potential coboration with Glory Media should be based on mutual benefits, not personal connections, right?" "Absolutely! You have my word, Ms. West," President Winters quickly agreed, nodding. Ste gave a satisfied smile.

    Meanwhile, the HR department had already called security, who arrived promptly. Lizetta, of course, wasn''t going to wait to be escorted out, but as she and Lilian headed for the elevator, the security guards watched them closely, as if they were troublemakers, drawing curious looks from other employees. Inside the elevator, Lilian, her face flushed with embarrassment, whispered angrily at Lizetta. "This is all your fault! You said it wouldn''t affect me, and now I''ve never been so humiliated! Why did you have to mess with Ms. West?" Then, with a ding, the elevator reached the lobby. As the doors opened, Lilian raised her hand to cover her face, rushing out in a hurry. Lizetta, pushed by the sudden movement, stumbled out of the elevator, colliding into what felt like a wall of muscle.

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    Lizetta''s nose collided with a solid and broad chest, sending a sharp pain through her sinuses. Reflexively, she blinked and sniffed, ready to apologize, but then she recognized the familiar, pleasant scent of cedar and musk. She realized she knew Remington all too well.

    After fourteen or fifteen years ofpanionship, his essence was ingrained in her, identifiable by scent alone even after time apart.

    What Lizetta didn''t know was that Remington felt much the same way. His initial reaction was to push away the reckless figure crashing into him. However, the moment hisrge hand touched her petite, rounded shoulders, a familiar sense of connection stopped him. Without even looking, he knew it was the girl he''d been longing for.

    Remington''s eyes softened, his hand naturally sliding down to her lower back, gently pulling her closer into his embrace. A rare smile crossed his usually aloof face as he asked, "Liz? Is today some kind of special day that you''ve decided to crash into me like this?" Normally, she avoided him like the gue, and now here she was, seeking refuge in his arms.

    The employees in the lobby and those near the elevator, who had braced themselves for their cold CEO to dismiss this unfortunate soul, were now collectively holding their breath in shock. What was happening? Had their notoriously standoffish CEO been possessed? Especially the security guards who had been instructed to escort Lizetta out; they were ready to step forward and confess their negligence to the CEO and quickly separate Lizetta from him. But this development... It was utterly baffling.

    Lizetta lifted her head from his embrace, her pert nose red from the impact, her eyes watery, making them appear even more captivating. "Um, let go." Remington didn''t release her. Instead, he gently caressed her reddened nose with his finger, asking, "Did it hurt? I''m not going anywhere, why the rush? Let me see."

    Completely taken aback by the unexpected encounter with Remington, and the awkwardness of being pushed into him, Lizetta was at a loss. Cedric, following behind Remington, hadn''t anticipated such a dramatic scene unfolding in mere seconds. Noticing that everyone, though trying not to stare openly, was indeed watching, he felt obliged to remind his love-struck CEO, "Mr. Dashiell, perhaps you should take yourdy upstairs to your office to talk?" Cedric suggested quietly, essentially hinting at being mindful of the optics.

    The transition from work mode to love-struck CEO was seamless for Remington, but Cedric worried about the staff''s ability to handle such disys. Lizetta, regaining herposure and aware of their surroundings, gently pushed Remington away, touching her slightly itchy nose where he had caressed it, and said, "I''m fine." With Lizetta stepping back, Remington felt an emptiness. He nced at Cedric, who immediately fell silent and stepped aside.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    The security guards by the elevator felt as if the world was ending, their shock evident even though Cedric had spoken softly. But being so close, they had heard everything.

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    Cedric was taken aback when he heard himself call this stunning woman "ma''am." The two security guards exchanged a knowing nce and quietly slipped away from behind Cedric, as if trying to disappear before the CEO could metaphorically boot them all the way to Timbuktu. Cedric shot them a brief look but quickly returned his attention to more pressing matters, assuming the guards had merely shared an elevator ride with Lizetta. After all, with his vivid imagination, it was beyond him to fathom that the CEO''s favorite could be subjected to such an outrageous attempt at expulsion right in their ownpany.

    "Are you here for me? Let''s head up..." Remington''s lips curved into a subtle smile as he extended his hand towards Lizetta. She nced at her watch-it was already the end of the workday, and their dinner appointment wasn''t far off. Clearly, Remington mistook her early arrival for eagerness to meet for their date. Noticing the attention from those around them, Lizetta responded, "I''d rather not go up."

    Having worked as an office clerk in the CEO''s office before, she was more well-known there than in other departments. Most people in the CEO''s office recognized her, and going up now would inevitably lead to awkward encounters and exnations to her former colleagues. Remington nodded understandingly at her reluctance. "Alright, then wait for me in the lobby. I''ll just grab something upstairs and be right back."T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    He turned to instruct Cedric to ensure Lizetta wasfortable in the lobby, perhaps offering her some coffee or snacks. But Lizetta tugged at Remington''s sleeve, "No need to bother, I''ll just wait outside." After the scene that had just unfolded, Lizetta had no desire to stay in the lobby and be the center of attention. With that, she let go of Remington and started walking out.

    Remington, in high spirits and eager to dine with his beloved, didn''t think much of it. Cedric, understanding his boss''s mood, immediately pressed the elevator button. Just then, the private elevator doors slowly opened. Remington stepped inside, where he found President Winters, who had just escorted Ste to the underground parking lot and watched her leave. Upon seeing Remington, President Winters quickly greeted him and was about to step out. This was the CEO''s private elevator, but Remington allowed top executives to use it. Normally, they would step aside when encountering Remington, but today he seemed in an exceptionally good mood. He nodded slightly towards President Winters, signaling him to stay.

    President Winters was momentarily taken aback, realizing the CEO was allowing him to remain in the elevator, which ted him. He thought it must be because he had facilitated things for thepany''s future "firstdy," earning Remington''s favorable view. But everything was happening so quickly. He had just escorted Ms. West to the parking lot minutes ago; had the news already reached the CEO''s ears? Perhaps Ms. West had called Remington right after getting into her car? Seizing the opportunity, President Winters boldly moved closer to Remington and cheerfully said, "Don''t worry, CEO. The injury on Ms. West''s hand was treated right in front of me. It''s just a minor scratch and will heal quickly. The two individuals responsible for Ms. West''s injury have been dealt with ordingly. I assure you they won''t be allowed near Starlight Group again, preventing any unpleasant encounters for Ms. West."

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    no reply. Concerned that the elevator''s signal might be interfering, Remington exited the chat and reopened it. Still nothing.

    Remington was tapping away on his phone, texting Lizetta through WhatsApp. He was a bit worried she might get impatient and leave without him. "I''ll be down in five, tops," he typed. Whether Lizetta hadn''t seen the message or was busy with something else, there was Theck of response subtly soured Remington''s mood, to the point where he wasn''t even paying attention to what President Winters was prattling about. He shot him a cold nce and snapped, "Enough!"

    President Winters, startled, shrank back a little, his face a mix of confusion and surprise. The boss''s reaction seemedpletely out of the blue.

    Just then, a notification sound from a phone echoed in the elevator, prompting Remington to immediately turn his attention back to his device. His icy demeanor melted away as he checked his screen. President Winters discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a step back.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    He nced over at Cedric with a newfound respect. He used to think Cedric, being young and just a high-level assistant, wasn''t particrly impressive. But now, seeing how unpredictable and moody the boss could be, he realized Cedric must genuinely have some special skills to have held onto his role for so long.

    President Winters offered Cedric an awkward smile, to which Cedric simply nodded and said lightly, "The boss was just chatting with his future wife. He doesn''t like to be disturbed. No need to be so tense, President Winters..."

    Hearing this, President Winters rxed a bit. So that was it. But in the next moment, Cedric asked, "What did you say about Ms. West? Which Ms. West, exactly?"

    The task of organizing the corporate annual g hadnded on President Winters. Not that Cedric, let alone Remington, would bother with the specifics of whichpany they had partnered with for the event. Nor were they aware that Ste was representing Glory Media for the coboration talks.

    Stumped by Cedric''s question,

    President Winters hesitated. He had just been informed that the boss was chatting with Ms. West. So why the sudden question about which Ms. West? Something didn''t add up. Was this a hint that he should refer techer not as Ms. West but as the future Mrs. Remington?

    Yes, that must be it! The vice president suddenly felt foolish for his slow reaction. To win over the futuredy of the house, Cedric clearly had the knack.

    By then, the elevator had reached his floor, and President Winters quickly turned to Cedric with a grin. "Got it, got it. Thanks for the hint, Cedric."

    He then bowed slightly towards Remington, his portly figure exiting the elevator.

    "What hint did you give him?" Remington asked as the elevator doors closed. He had just finished his WhatsApp chat with Lizetta. She said she''d be waiting for him by the roadside outside thepany. Remington''s mood visibly lifted, clearly enjoying their conversation.

    Cedric looked puzzled, "I have no idea." This President Winters, having been promoted from a branch office earlier in the year, was proving quite the enigma. Remington had zero interest in what was going on with President Winters. He turned to Cedric, seeking affirmation. "How do I look? Should I change?"

    Remington casually stretched his

    arms. This was the first time Lizetta

    had initiated a meetup since her return, and he naturally wanted everything to be perfect. Cedric observed his boss and thought he couldn''t possibly look any better. If he stuck a few feathers in his back, he could easily pass for a peacock strutting in the park.

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    He immediately gave a thumbs up, "Boss, you''re looking as sharp and dashing as ever. Your wife is waiting for you, so it''s best not to keep her waiting."

    Remington was quite pleased with his assistant''s response. As soon as the elevator doors slid open, he strode out confidently.

    Meanwhile,

    Lizetta hurried out of the Starlight Group building with Lillian trailing behind her, eager to ask questions.

    "Lizetta, sorry about bumping into you back there at the elevator. It wasn''t intentional. But do you know that guy we just saw? He looked exceptional, not your average person. Is he one of the executives at Starlight Group? What''s your connection with him?" Lillian had dashed out of the elevator first and only realized Lizetta had bumped into someone when she turned back. That man, with his striking appearance and aura, was indeed unforgettable. Lillian couldn''t shake off the feeling that she had seen him somewhere before.

    "Just someone I know," Lizetta replied coolly, not keen on borating.

    But Lillian wasn''t satisfied and continued to probe.

    "Our trip here seems pointless without even a chance to discuss business. We''ll be theughingstock when we return. If that man is an executive at Starlight Group, Lizetta, maybe you could ask him for a favor? It might just change things for us..." Lizetta was replying to Remington''s WhatsApp message when she finally looked up at Lillian.

    "I''ll find a way to pursue the partnership."

    Yet, Lillian snorted at her response.

    However, she didn''t want to bother Remington directly. She was determined to handle her own affairs without relying on him. She didn''t believe in rejecting Remington on one hand and then seeking his help on the other.

    "What can you possibly do? Didn''t you see President Winters'' attitude? It''s obvious they''ve already chosen Glory Media. Our proposal probably went straight to the trash. If you hadn''t upset Ms. West, we wouldn''t have wasted our trip!"

    Lillian felt slighted. Lizetta had only been in the department for two days, yet Laura had put her in charge of this project and had Lillian assist her. As a senior employee, Lillian felt Lizetta should have been more deferential. Instead, Lizetta had managed to offend Ms. West, causing both of them

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    embarrassment.

    Lizetta recalled how Ste had deliberately targeted her, leading to their being escorted out by security.

    "I''m sorry about what happened earlier. I''ll try to talk to President Winters again," Lizetta reassured Lillian.

    Lillian rolled her eyes. "I''ll believe it when I see it. It''s quitting time, and I''m off. You seem capable enough, so you probably don''t need my help with this little issue." When they hade to the Starlight Group earlier, it was Lillian who had offered to drive Lizetta over.

    After saying her piece, Lillian didn''t wait for a response and left.

    Lizetta wasn''t bothered. She walked to the roadside to wait for Remington, and during the wait, she made another call to give further instructions. Elsewhere,

    Remington had just signed two

    urgent documents and was making his way to the parking lot with Cedric. Just as they reached his designated parking spot, they heard the rapid clicking of high heels approaching.

    Remington paused, his hand on the car door, and his lips curved into a slight smile.

    "Weren''t we supposed to meet by the roadside? Howe..."

    He turned around with a smile, but before he could see clearly, the figure of the approaching woman stumbled towards him.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

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    Remington instinctively raised his hand to steady the woman who had stumbled into him. However, the scent that enveloped him wasn''t the familiar fragrance he was used to, and the figure in his arms felt broader andrger than the petite woman he was ustomed to. "Remington, I''m so sorry, I tripped over something. Thank goodness you were there to catch me, thank you..." The woman brushed her long hair behind her ear, revealing her face. It was Ste.

    The smile vanished from Remington''s deep-set eyes as he gently pushed the woman away.

    A realization struck Remington; the Ms. West that President Winters had mentioned in the elevator must have been Ste. With a cool lift of his eyebrows, he replied, "No need for thanks."

    Ste''s eyes initially brightened, only to dim again as Remington added, "I mistook you for someone else." The implication was clear: had he known it was her, he would have avoided her. Ste''s smile froze, and her eyes began to well up with tears.

    "Remington, I''m here to discuss a partnership with the Starlight Group for their annual g. I just wanted to say hi since I ran into you. Is there a need for such sarcasm?" Hurt and indignant, Ste voiced her feelings.

    Remington remained unfazed. "Well, you''ve said your hello." Time to disappear. With that, he turned to leave, remembering someone was waiting for him.

    But just as he was about to walk away, a thought stopped him in his tracks. Turning back to Ste, he asked, "I lost a cufflinkst night. Have you seen it?" The cufflinks were a gift from Lizetta, and he noticed one was missing when he He

    returned hometest nigh

    had searched everywhere to no avail, suspecting he might have lost it at the hospital. His team had nearly turned the ce upside down looking for it.

    Ste''s heart skipped a beat, remembering that Lizetta had taken the cufflink. Expecting Lizetta to confront Remington about it, Ste forced a smile. "That cufflink was from Liz, wasn''t it? I recognized the initials engraved on it." Remington''s gaze darkened as he extended his hand. "Give it to me!"

    Ste smiled tightly, "The cufflink probably got torn off by Ron during the scufflest night. I picked it up immediately but don''t have it on me anymore..." Seeing Remington''s brows furrow further, Ste curled her fingers nervously by her side.

    Jealousy and resentment filled her.

    Why did a small item Lizetta gave matter so much to Remington, yet her clearly injured hand wrapped in bandages went unnoticed by him? Trying to suppress her frustration Ste exined, "Remington, don''t get me wrong. I didn''t throw the cufflink away. I intended to return it to you, but I ran into Liz at the parking lot. Since the cufflink was hers to begin with, I gave it back to her. Liz seemed to misunderstand something; she got angry, pushed me to the ground, and that''s how I got hurt."

    The cufflink had been snatched away by Lizetta. To prevent Lizetta fromining to Remington, Ste decided to exin her side of the story first. After all, only she and Lizetta were present during the incident. Even if Remington decided to check the surveince footage, it wouldn''t capture their conversation, only Lizetta pushing her to the ground.

    Having said her piece, Ste stepped forward, raising her bandaged hand, hoping this time Remington would show some concern.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

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    As soon as Remington felt a twinge of guilt, she would subtly make her small requests, and Remington would usually agree. However, when Remington heard that the cufflinks were with Lizetta, his expression softened slightly, but he still chose to feign ignorance. "What did she misunderstand?" he asked.

    Ste felt like she was choking on her own frustration, barely managing to keep a neutral face. She withdrew her hand, exining, "Liz probably saw such personal items with me and assumed we were close. She got really angry, snatched the cufflinks away, and pushed me to the ground..."

    Before she could finish, Remington interrupted, "She got angry?" His lips curled into a suspicious hint of a smile.

    Ste was taken aback. Why was there a smile on his face?

    The smile on Remington''s lips grew more pronounced. "So, do you think she was jealous?" he asked.

    Ste felt as if her heart was being pierced, her nails digging into her palm. Remington clearly wasn''t looking for an answer; he was pleased, convinced that Lizetta was indeed jealous. She still cares about him.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Thinking this, he turned and got into the car. Ste was anxious; she hadn''t yet discussed what she had waited here for. She took a few hurried steps and grabbed the door before it could close.

    "Remington, Mr. Temple''s birthday banquet is in a few days. Can we go together? You know I haven''t attended such events since I returned. If you could be my date, I..."

    Her eyes were bright with hope and trust as she looked at the man inside the car. Her already delicate appearance made her look even

    instinct in any man. But Remington

    cut her off, his voice cold.

    more vulnerable, stirring

    "I''ll be going with Liz that day." His gaze fell on Ste''s hand holding the door, impatiently signaling her to let go.

    Ste bit her lip, "Remington, did Liz agree? Knowing her, she might not want to go with you..."

    Remington was not pleased to hear this. His eyes turned cold and sharp, "She won''t refuse me!" With that, he moved to close the door.

    Ste was frustrated, tears welling up as she clung to the door, trembling. She took out her phone and said,

    "Remington, Lizetta doesn''t love you!

    She told me to go ahead and win you over, saying she wishes me to be Mrs. Dashiell soon. She said she''s tired of you and hopes to get rid of you so you won''t bother her anymore. Remington, I''m the one who truly loves you. I''ve loved you since we were kids and I''m willing to do anything for you. Why won''t you turn around and see me, instead of choosing to be Lizetta''spdog?"

    Tears streamed down Ste''s cheeks as she spoke passionately, a sight difficult for any man to remain indifferent to. Especially since Ste and Remington shared such a dramatic childhood together.

    Cedric, sitting in the driver''s seat, felt

    his heart race at Ste''s emotional confession, He thought the boss must feel differently about Ms. West, wondering if he could actually be swayed by her. After all, which man doesn''t want to be adored? It''s too easy to satisfy a man''s ego. Andpared to Ms. West''s passionate unrequited love, the wife seemed far too indifferent.

    Remington''s handsome face darkened with anger. Seeing him visibly upset, Ste felt a surge of hope and reached out to caress his well-defined thigh constrained by his suit pants.

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    Sophie''s hand hadn''t even reached the man before a strong, well-defined hand forcefully gripped her wrist.

    "Ah!"

    The man''s grip was clearly a warning. Sophie felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if it were about to snap. Before she could react, she was flung aside.

    Stumbling, Sophie fell to the ground, her face turning pale as she looked up. The man in the car exuded an icy demeanor, his legs crossed, both dignified and aloof.

    He epted an alcohol wipe from Cedric and wiped his right hand that had just touched her, then casually tossed the wipe aside, dering coldly, "Sophie, even if she rejects me, it doesn''t mean I''ll settle for second best."

    With that, Remington coldly shut the car door. The ck Maybach vanished from Sophie''s view in an instant, the discarded wipe blowing against her.

    Sophie felt just like that casually discarded wipe, not worthy of a second nce from the man, despite all her efforts. Biting her lip, she let out a scoff, stood up, and wiped away her tears.

    Lilly hadn''t been waiting long by the roadside when the ck Maybach pulled up in front of her. The rear door opened, revealing Remington''s dignified andposed figure. The man stepped out, his long legs making his exit from the car seem effortless.

    He raised his hand to shield his head from the car roof, his deep gaze inviting Lilly inside. Cedric, holding the steering wheel, was initially worried that their boss might be affected by Sophie''s words and take it out on his wife.

    Seeing Remington being so attentive and gentlemanly now put him at ease. Lilly slightly bowed as she got into the car, "Thank you."

    Once seated, she nced down and noticed Remington bending over to gently lift the corner of her light blue skirt that had fallen outside the car, cing it inside. His movements were smooth and elegant, making such a gesture seem neither awkward nor demeaning, but rather incredibly charming.

    Especially as the fabric of her skirt brushed against the expensive watch on his wrist, it was only a moment, but it seemed to linger in Lilly''s mind. Lilly pinched the tip of her finger.

    Damn, where did Remington learn to be such a gentleman? She could never have imagined him stooping to perform such acts before. Remington closed the door and walked around to the other side to get into the car. "Let''s go."

    Cedric immediately drove off smoothly. "The rehabilitation team I hired for my brother has all arrived today. Don also conducted a physical examination on him. He

    said that the caregivers have t

    a

    great job over the past few years, and the muscle atrophy isn''t too severe. With proper treatment, my brother could make a full recovery in three months."

    Remington clearly knew what would please Lilly and chose a topic that would cheer her up. Lilly''s mood visibly lifted, her eyes brightening with joy.

    "That''s fantastic!"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    She turned to look at him, but her gaze fell on a spot near his shirt cor. There, on the light grey shirt, was a distinct red mark. A lipstick stain. And the shade was an orange-red.

    It was the color Sophie had worn today. Lilly''s smile faded slightly as she leaned closer to Remington, detecting a familiar scent of perfume on him and in the car.

    So, he had seen Sophie not long ago, and there had obviously been some physical contact between them. Lilly knew she shouldn''t care, but her mood still sank a bit. She then remembered the cufflink she had in her pocket.

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    The words Ste had said in the garage echoed in Lizetta''s ears once again. At the time, Lizetta hadn''t believed her, but now, she was starting to have doubts. Still, even if Ste and Remington were indeed having a secret affair, it was none of her business! Lizetta thought to herself that she was just worried Remington might be swayed by Ste''s charm and, even if it turned out that Daisy''s death was connected to Ste, he would protect her. It wasn''t because she still loved him and couldn''t stand the thought of him being with another woman. "What''s wrong?" Remington was quick to notice the fluctuation in Lizetta''s mood. He leaned in slightly, asking with a hint of concern.

    Lizetta forced a smile, "Nothing." But as she tried to y it cool, Remington''s handsome face darkened in an instant. He had noticed her troubled expression and followed her gaze to his chest. And there it was, a stain on his shirt.

    It must have been when Ste had fallen, and he thought Lizetta was reaching out to catch her, leading Ste to deliberately smear something on him. He thought Lizetta would surely ask about it, but when he asked her what was wrong, she acted as if she hadn''t seen the stain andughed it off. Did she really not care? Was she not jealous at all?

    Remington thought back to what Ste had said earlier, about how Lizetta would be d if he slept with another woman so she wouldn''t have to deal with him anymore. Feeling a tightness in his chest, Remington''s voice was tense as he looked at Lizetta, unwilling to let it go. "Is there really nothing you want to ask me?"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Lizetta nced out the car window, then turned back to him and nodded. "Of course, there is." She hadn''t forgotten that her dinner with Remington tonight was to ask about Daisy.

    Upon hearing her say that, a spark of hope lit up in Remington''s eyes. He even adjusted his posture to face

    Lizetta directly, his eyes filled with

    anticipation, almost imagining, Lizetta getting furious with jealousy, maybe even grabbing his tie and demanding to know where the lipstick mark came from.

    But Lizetta bit her lip, her eyes suddenly filled with sadness. Before

    she could even speak, her eyes began to water. Remington, however, waspletely taken aback He had wanted her to show jealousy, to prove she still cared for him. But seeing her genuinely upset, his heart ached unbearably.  Panic-stricken, he quickly grasped her neck, speaking hastily before she could say anything. "Please don''t get the wrong idea, and don''t overthink it. There''s nothing going on between Ste and me. The cufflink you gave me was

    identally pulled off by Ron in the hospital yesterday, and I

    guys looking for it all dal

    knowing Ste had foundPit. Just

    now in the parking lot, she suddenly rushed out and fell towards me. I thought it was you waiting for me there, so I reached out to catch her, and that''s how the stain got there. That''s the truth, Liz, you have to believe me."

    Lizetta was taken aback; she hadn''t intended to ask about any of that. His sudden rush of exnations made it seem as if she was deeply concerned, and it also felt like her hidden worries had been exposed and magnified. Her ears turned red, a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

    But before she could protest, Remington pulled her into a tight embrace. His low, chuckling voice warmed her ear. "Baby, I only want to be with you, and I only ept being with you."

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    Before Lizetta could even process what was happening, she found herself engulfed in a tight embrace, the man''s scent overwhelming her senses. His voice, low andced with amusement, tickled her ear. Out of context, his words might have seemed cheesy. Buting from a man like Remington, they carried an air of authority. The undeniable warmth and sincerity in his voice made Lizetta''s heart race uncontrobly, pounding against her chest. The silence in the car was profound, allowing them to hear each other''s breathing. Worried he might hear her heart''s tumultuous beating, Lizetta pushed against his chest, her voice urgent. "You''ve got it all wrong, that''s not what I meant!" she insisted. However, Remington seemed convinced she was simply too shy to admit it, gently stroking her back as he chuckled softly in her ear. "Liz, you''re such a bad liar. I can hear your heartbeat."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Lizetta was speechless, her embarrassment growing, prompting her to push against Remington with more force. Concerned about hurting her, Remington finally let go. Observing the flush of mixed emotions on her face, his lips curled into a slight smirk. "If you don''t believe me, I can have someone pull up the parking lot''s surveince footage right now." He reached for his phone, but Lizetta didn''t want to cause a stir over such a trivial matter, especially not to rm the security department of the Starlight Group, making her the subject of gossip. She had already embarrassed herself enough at the Starlight Group today. She grabbed Remington''s hand, stopping him. "No need."

    "So, you believe me then?" Remington raised an eyebrow. Seeing his determination, Lizetta reluctantly nodded. Thinking the topic was closed, Remington suddenly took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it. "Thank you for trusting me, Liz." His gratitude was evident, his warm breath caressing her fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through her. He was ying unfair. Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand, "Ahem, you''re wee." Her automatic response was followed by Cedric''s muffledughter, making Lizetta realize the nonsense she had just uttered. She frowned slightly, annoyed, and turned her gaze to the window.

    Just when she thought the topic was behind them, Remington leaned in again. "What about the cufflink? Shouldn''t it be returned to its rightful owner?" He opened his palm towards her, asking for the cufflink. Frustrated and confused, Lizetta remembered the cufflink was actually with Ste. Feeling somewhat irritated, she replied, "I''ve lost it."

    A moment of silence passed before Lizetta felt her wrist being gripped tightly. Forced to look back, she met Remington''s intense gaze. "Say that again!" His handsome face turned cold, the previous warmth reced by barely suppressed anger. Lizetta hadn''t anticipated such a strong reaction, leaving her momentarily stunned and somewhat guilty. But the words were already out, and she couldn''t take them back now. Frowning, she said, "The cufflink was a gift from me to you. I have the right to do with it as I please. Even if it''s lost, it''s none of your business. Moreover, we''re divorced now, and I don''t like seeing the cufflinks and ties I gave you on you anymore."

    Who was he showing his bted affection to? Every time they met, he left her feeling unsettled and frustrated, a sensation she found unbearable. Struggling with her feelings, she med herself for not being firmer. Remington''s expression darkened, a storm brewing. He used every ounce of his strength to restrain himself from pulling her into hisp and reprimanding her as he used to, longing to reassert his dominance in the way only he knew how. Closing his eyes briefly, he finally spoke in a low voice.

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    "You gave it to me, so it''s mine! Do you need me to exin ownership rights to you?"

    Lizetta Gardenia felt a jolt of fear from his cold demeanor, sensing his anger and urgency. She couldn''t help but regret the cufflink she''d tossed into her pocket.

    ""Turn around!"

    Suddenly, Remington Dashiell barked an order at Cedric.

    This couple was either lovey-dovey or at each other''s throats in an instant. Cedric felt a knot in his stomach as he drove; at the sound of Remington''smand, he immediately turned the car around. Lizetta froze, grabbing Remington''s arm. "Weren''t we heading to the restaurant? What are you doing?!"

    "Going back to find the cufflink," Remington replied coolly.

    That cufflink was given to Lizetta by Ste West in the parking lot of the Starlight Group. Even if she lost it, it had to be somewhere around there.

    He fixed his gaze on Lizetta. "Where did you lose it? In the trash? What''s the location?"

    Lizetta went silent.

    Cedric was about to make a turn, really heading back now. Lizetta didn''t want to end up trending for dumpster diving with the CEO of the Starlight Group.

    She shut her eyes. "Stop looking! I didn''t lose it!"

    Cedric''s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

    Remington narrowed his eyes, staring at Lizetta. "I don''t believe you, little liar."

    Lizetta was about to say she had given it to him, but he didn''t give her a chance. Suddenly, he pushed her down, one hand pressing on her shoulder while the other gripped her calf and pulled her sideways. Lizetta let out a startled gasp as Remingtonid her back against the seat. At the same time, his weight pressed down on her.

    Cedric expertly raised the divider and cranked up the music to the max.

    In the cramped backseat, Lizetta shot an angry re at Remington. "Don''t mess around! I''ll find it for you..."

    "I told you, I don''t believe you anymore. Don''t trouble Ms. Madden; I''ll search myself."

    With Remington''s teasing voice, he pinned both of Lizetta''s wrists above her head and started searching her.

    But he wasn''t really looking for the cufflink; it was clearly just a way to bully her.

    His hand slid from her cor down, intentionally tracing the curves of her body.

    Lizetta, embarrassed and furious, snapped, "It''s in the right pocket of my coat!"

    He ignored her, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. "Still trying to trick me? I can''t help but think it''s... here? No, wait, maybe it''s here?" His hand slipped past her soft waist and moved toward her legs.

    Lizetta felt like crying; it reminded her of the time she lost the earrings he had given her, and he had pinned her down in the car searching for them even undressing hero N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

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    The painful memory made her fear he might go off like that again. She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I''m sorryl shouldn''t have joked like that. I didn''t throw the cufflink away; it''s really in my pocket. Can you let go''ll help you put it on, okay?"

    Her voice was soft and a little pitiful, clearly pleading.

    Remington paused, a flicker of happiness crossing his face; she was finally sweet-talking him. But he also felt a twinge of annoyance at missing the chance to punish her.

    His gaze darkened. "Who are you asking for permission, little liar?"

    The car hit a bump, and their bodies swayed together.

    Lizetta felt the hard pressure against her. "Remington."

    "Nope, who exactly are you asking?" He clearly wasn''t satisfied with the emotionless name she''d just called him.

    Lizetta bit her lip, taking a moment before softly calling out his name.

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    "Remi..."Her voice was a soft whisper, yet to Remington, it reverberated with a thrilling shiver straight to his core.

    Even though she didn''t call him ''brother,'' the familiar ''Remi'' was far better than the cold formality of ''Mr. Dashiell.'' At least it showed Lizzy hadn''tpletely rejected their shared past.

    Remington observed the woman beneath him, her eyshes fluttering with nervous anticipation, deepening the intensity in his gaze.

    Despite the temptation, he summoned all his self-control to pull away from her soft, enticing body before he lost himselfpletely.

    He sat up and helped Lizzy sit up as well.

    Breathing heavily, Lizzy attempted to smooth her disheveled hair and tucked a stray lock behind her ear. Catching a glimpse of his rxed posture, her cheeks flushed with heat, prompting her to quickly avert her gaze. Inwardly, she silently cursed him, calling him a "jerk, sleazebag, shameless."n"What are you cursing me for?"

    His deep voice filled the space beside her, startling her.

    Lizzy jumped, "Nothing!"

    She denied quickly, but Remington chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.n"I''m a normal man, Lizzy. It''s been months since... you know. You can do the math-four months without... well, you get it."

    As he spoke, his tone almost whiny, Lizzy felt the heat spread from her cheeks down her neck.

    Flustered and annoyed, she interrupted him, "Shut up! If you can''t handle it, go find someone else, you..."

    What did it have to do with her?

    Besides, wasn''t this all his own fault? She wasn''t going to feel sorry for him.

    However, her words seemed to stir something within him.

    In a swift motion, he pulled her into his arms,ying her across hisp.

    Before she could finish her sentence, his kiss descended like a storm, sealing her lips and silencing any further protests.

    The kiss was fervent, and Lizzy

    Ene

    instinctively struggled. But in doing so, she inadvertently triggered an even deeper response from him, marked by the deep, muffled groan escaping between their entwined lips.

    When the kiss finally broke, it was only to deepen further, more insistent.

    Lizzy dared not move, forced to endure his passionate fervor.

    She felt like a fish on a sizzling grill, surrounded by heat, her gasps for air only intensifying the mes.

    It wasn''t until she genuinely struggled for breath, her eyes misted with tears, that Remington finally released her.

    For a moment, the enclosed car was filled with their mingled breaths, charged with an unspeakable tension.

    With her hair in disarray, Lizzyy softly on Remington''sp, pinned beneath him.

    As she tried to rise, a wave of shame washing over her, Remington suddenly grasped her chin.

    Gazing down at her, he issued a warning, Lizzy, listen to me. I can ept you not forgiving me or epting me for now, but I can''t ept you pushing me towards other women!"  en

    Her words were like daggers, piercing him with a pain so intense it felt as if they were tearing his insides apart.

    Especially after what Ste had said back in the parking lot.

    And he didn''t even dare to ask Lizzy directly if she really said those things to Ste.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    What did he even mean to her now?

    Lizzy was genuinely frightened by him now, and inexplicably, she felt a twinge of guilt. She nodded at him, "I understand."

    Remington''s hand, which had been firm on her chin, rxed, moving gently to wipe away the tear at the corner of her swollen lips before leaning back, giving her space.

    Lizzy immediately propped herself up on the seat and moved towards the car window, opening it for some fresh air.

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    between us was palpable and, honestly, quite ufortable.

    A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, cooling the warmth that had enveloped us. The rest of the drive was shrouded in silence. When the car finally stopped at the restaurant, Remington had managed to regain hisposure, though the unspoken tension Keith''s restaurant was unmistakably a haven for couples. The tranquil setting, private booths, and an abundance of mood lighting and romantic flowers created an intimate atmosphere. The sofa in front of the dining table was particrly noteworthy-plush, adorned with vibrant throw pillows, and spacious enough to suggest it was designed for couples to loungefortably during their meal.

    As Lizetta entered the booth, she couldn''t shake the feeling that this restaurant was trying a bit too hard to be charming. She caught Remington''s equally surprised expression as he took in the surroundings before turning to her. "If you''re not fond of Keith''s ce, we can go somewhere else?" Remington suggested.

    Lizetta, however, didn''t want to waste time. After discussing Daisy''s situation, if her suspicions were confirmed, she intended to visit Daisy herself. She shook her head. "No need to trouble ourselves. Let''s just stay here."

    Remington nodded, helping her remove her cashmere cardigan and hanging it up before they both settled into their seats. Interestingly, there were no waiters in sight. Instead, a small white robot with a heart-shaped headband waddled over to their table as soon as they sat down. Its eyes lit up, and it approached them with a cheerful bounce.

    "I''m Cupid Bot, and I''ve got two questions for you. Answer them correctly, and you get to eat. Get them wrong, and your reservation gets canceled," it announced in an adorably high-pitched voice.

    Lizetta was taken aback but amused. "Go ahead, ask away," she replied.

    Cupid Bot tilted its head. "Lovelydy, do you fancy the handsome gentleman sitting before you?"

    Lizetta was at a loss for words.

    What kind of question was that? She was about to dismiss the robot''sContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    question when Remington leaned in. whispering, "This is a couples'' restaurant. We might genuinely end up hungry if we get this wrong."

    Slightly annoyed, Lizetta pushed Remington away and firmly told Cupid Bot, "No, I don''t!"

    "Wrong answer. Please ept your punishment."

    Pop! A balloon nearby suddenly burst, startling Lizetta. She couldn''t help butugh, even as Cupid Bot turned its gaze to Remington. "Unfavored sir, do you adore the beautifuldy before you?"

    Remington looked at Lizetta, who

    felt as if she was caught in a bizarre wedding scene, being asked if she vowed to remain faithful. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment, and she tried to hide it by reaching for a ss of water, only to realize that

    even water was off-limit the

    questions were answered.

    "I adore her. Very much so," Remington admitted in a deep, resonant voice, prompting Lizetta to awkwardly set her ss down.

    "Yay, correct answer! Now you can

    have your meat," Cupid Bot cheered,

    in

    its head spinning with joy before turning back to Lizetta with its eyes shaped like hearts. "Lovelydy the quiet of the night, when loneliness creeps in, do you find yourself thinking of the handsome and deeply affectionate gentleman beside you?"

    Lizetta was taken aback. Even robots were getting cheeky now! Biting her lip in frustration, she dered, "I''d like to change my answer to the previous question!"

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    Lizetta was practically vibrating with anticipation as she gazed at the little robot, whose heart-shaped eyes actually twinkled. Adorably yet firmly, it declined. "Sorry, lovelydy, but you have only one more chance to answer the question, please respond."

    Lizetta, "..."

    Remington leaned in slightly, "Is the question that tough? I''m quite curious about the answer myself."

    Already embarrassed, Lizetta felt even more flustered by his proximity. The robot, growing impatient, urged again.

    "Did the beautifuldy forget the question? Let me remind you: in the still of the night, feeling lonely and empty..."

    Lizetta definitely didn''t want to hear that awkward question again. Nor did she want to be the one kicked out of a couple''s diner for getting a weird question wrong. She cut the robot off with a grit of her teeth, "I do! I''ll think of him."

    "Wow, congrattions to you both, verified as a couple true and steadfast, with love stronger than gold. I wish you both a lifetime of weathering storms together and sweetpanionship."

    The robot blinked its heart-shaped eyes, its screen flickered, and it moved on to the menu selection. With the mischievous little thing finally quiet, Lizetta let out a sigh of relief. Her tense back rxed, and she leaned back.

    Unexpectedly, Remington''s long arm was casually resting on the back of her chair all this time. As Lizetta leaned back, she ended up in his embrace. She instinctively tried to sit up straight, but hisrge hand was already on her shoulder, fully drawing her in. Lizetta stiffened, while Remington, with a smile, whispered in her ear. "Answering a question got you blushing?"

    Was she blushing? Lizetta moved her fingers slightly but quickly regained herposure. Touching her face was like admitting guilt, she steadied herself, so he wouldn''t see her panic.

    "It''s your fault for picking such an inappropriate restaurant!"

    Remington watched her eyshes flutter, trying to maintainposure yet avoiding his gaze, his lips curving into a pleased smile.

    "Cedric made the reservation, I''ll have a word with him."

    Lizetta took him at his word, immediately looking at Remington, "That won''t be necessary." Cedric had it tough too. Seeing her concern for Cedric over him instantly brought a frown to Remington''s face.

    "But his random restaurant pick made you embarrassed and uneasy during our meal."

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    Sitting in the car at the parking lot, waiting on standby, Cedric felt a sudden urge to cry. The restaurant was Remington''s choice, known for its ordering process. Even the robot''s question was part of their customized service. Cedric thought, he had no idea what sort of question his boss had set up.

    "I told you, I wasn''t embarrassed! Nor awkward!"N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.

    Lizetta argued back in frustration, Remington nodded. "Alright, you shouldn''t be embarrassed, because there''s no need. When you''re lying awake thinking of me, rest assured I''m also lying awake thinking of you. If anyone should be embarrassed, it''a be me."

    Lizetta, "..." Her ears turned hot, convinced Remington must''ve been possessed by some smooth-talking Casanova. It used to be hard to get him to say anything remotely personal, and now he was spouting romantic lines effortlessly. It was hard to defend against. "Let''s just order already! Before this little robot starts acting up again!"

    As Lizetta said this, she leaned forward under the guise of checking the menu, subtly putting distance between herself and Remington. Thankfully, despite the ordering ordeal, there were no more strange procedures to follow.

    The food arrived quickly, presented

    elegantly and tasted quite good.

    However, when a server, dressed in

    a cocktail dress, brought over the shrimp cocktail with a smile, she said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a little shrimp peeling contest tonight. Would you like to join? There''s a surprise for the winners."

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    Lizzy already had a slight aversion to this restaurant, only wanting to quickly finish her meal and get down to business. She waved her hand, about to decline, but Rem had already put down his fork, asking for more details. "Let''s hear it."

    "The event involves gentlemen peeling shrimp for thedies. The quantity and quality of the peeled shrimp will be photographed and then posted on our restaurant''s official website for live voting. The couple with the most votes after three days wins a grand prize. Just for participating, we''ll also prepare a small gift for yourdy today. Sir, our grand prize is truly exquisite; I guarantee your girlfriend will love it. Would you like to take on the challenge for her?"

    After the waiter finished exining, he looked at Rem with anticipation. Seeing such a handsome, distinguished man, even if they''d never have someone peel shrimp for them in their lifetime, watching him do it for his girlfriend was a treat. "We don''t need..."

    Lizzy hadn''t finished her sentence when Rem cut her off.

    "Who says we don''t need? The restaurant business is tough; don''t knock their enthusiasm for hosting events."

    Rem said to Lizzy, then instructed the waiter, "Could you bring us two more pairs of disposable gloves, please?" The man began to unfasten his watch, clearly ready to get serious about the task.

    "Of course, sir," the waiter responded with a smile, immediately making arrangements.

    Lizzy was left speechless.

    After that, Rem barely touched his meal, focusing instead on peeling shrimp. His actions were calm and graceful, not at all clumsy. The shrimp heads and shells were neatly ced on a separate te. He was meticulous, aiming to peel each shrimppletely, and even arranged the peeled shrimp into a heart shape before pushing the te towards Lizzy.

    "Madam, your boyfriend truly loves you. Not many men have the patience to peel a whole te of shrimp for their girlfriend, and his skill shows it''s not his first time doing this for you. You''re really lucky to have such a perfect and loving partner."

    The waiter took a picture and

    praised Rem to Lizzy. Lizzy

    suspected Rem had secretly tipped him. But she also hadn''t expected Rem''s shrimp peeling skills to be so

    proficient. Back at the Dash bene

    family mansion, his peeling hadn''t been nearly as smooth, nor the shrimp as perfect. The te of shrimp in front of Lizzy now was full, plump, and clean, looking very appetizing.

    Could Rem have secretly practiced? Lizzy thought, quickly dismissing the absurd idea, How could he? With Rem''s busy schedule, why would practice this? Little did she

    Rem had indeed practiced in secret.

    Because his "winning back the e

    consultant, Timothy, had said, to win back his wife, he had to put in the effort behind the scenes and dazzle her with his skills when she least expected it.

    "Try it, see if it''s good."T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Rem took off his disposable gloves and wiped his hands with a warm towel next to him. Seeing Lizzy staring nkly at the te of shrimp, he personally picked one up and brought it to her lips. Lizzy unconsciously opened her mouth to bite, chewing under Rem''s attentive gaze.

    "It''s delicious. You eat too; I can''t finish all this by myself."

    The waiter, standing nearby, said with a smile, "Madam, it''s only fair to reciprocate. Why don''t you feed your loved one as well, give him a bit of encouragement?"

    Rem immediately looked hopeful. Lizzy was speechless again. She finally understood why the restaurant''s little robots were called "matchmaker reds"; the whole ce was full of little matchmakers.

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    Lizetta couldn''t even recall how she managed to finish her meal. The whole dining experience was oddly tense, leaving her no good opportunity to question Remington. As they left the private dining room, the hostess at the front desk handed Lizetta a constion prize: a giant white teddy bear. Lizetta struggled to hold it, but Remington easily took it from her. Next to his tall and imposing figure, the teddy bear looked more like a cute essory, despite the stark contrast it created with his refined aura and sharp suit. This unusual sight drew curious nces from passersby. Being with him always felt like being under a magnifying ss. Lizetta quickened her pace, eager to leave, but Remington stood still, turning to the hostess to ask, "Has our photo been uploaded for the contest yet?"

    "Yes, yes, it has. Maybe some people have already started voting for you."

    "Where can I see the voting results?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Remington''s detailed inquiry caught the hostess off guard. Their restaurant catered to the affluent, where clients were usually not concerned about the oue of promotional activities or prizes. Especially not someone like Remington, whosemanding presence set him apart from the average customer. It was surprising to see him take an interest in such matters. Tapping the counter gently, Remington prompted the hostess, who quickly fetched her phone to show him how to follow the contest updates.

    Lizetta, having moved a few steps away, turned back to see Remington still engaged in conversation. Hesitantly, she approached and tugged at his arm. "Let''s go. It''s not worth it."

    She was skeptical about the

    promotional gimmicks, often

    believing the grand prizes were just

    for show and likely rigged. Acknowledging the hostess with a nod, Remington followed Lizetta, his tone serious. "If we''ve entered, I intend to win the prize for you! Their prizes can''tpare to what I can offer, both in quantity and quality. Besides, I even arranged the presentation."

    Lizetta nced at him, amused by hispetitive spirit, which oddly made him more endearing, especially with a teddy bear under his arm To her, he resembled a heartthrob straight out of a romance novel. Quickly diverting her gaze, she yfully conceded, "Yes, yes, you''re the best. I''m sure you''ll win. Go for it!"

    Remington''s lips curved into a smirk, confident in his victory. He nned to monitor the voting closely and even have Cedric rally the troops at Starlight Group to cast secret votes. He wasn''t just aiming to win; he intended to crush thepetition and demonstrate his influence.

    Unbeknownst to him, activating the Starlight Group''s vast employeework might just crash the small restaurant''s website-a concern forter. Upon leaving the restaurant, Remington turned to Lizetta. "Didn''t you say you had something to ask me?" Lizetta paused, wondering if she should juste out with it.

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    Daisy''s situation always threw Liz off bnce, a challenge she never seemed to conquer with grace. She took a deep breath, finally lifting her gaze to Remington. "Last night, after Tim dropped me off, he mentioned you visit the cemetery every week. Who are you visiting there?" Remington was caught off guard by her question. Tim had called him after ensuring Liz was safely home, but he hadn''t mentioned letting anything slip. After a moment''s silence, Remington admitted, "It''s exactly what you''re thinking. I go there to visit our Daisy." Liz choked up instantly, herplexion turning pale as tears welled up in her eyes. "Why wouldn''t you tell me? You can''t do this..."

    She was Daisy''s mother. Yet, she hadn''t visited her baby even once, believing Daisy had been stillborn and dealt with ordingly. Upon waking up back then, Remington hadn''t mentioned visiting Daisy at all. Liz had asked about her, but Remington only urged her to rest and not dwell on it, leaving her in the dark.

    Overwhelmed, Liz''s emotions spiraled, catching Remington off guard. He stepped forward, intending to embrace her, but realized he was still holding an inconvenientlyrge teddy bear. Managing with one arm, he pulled her close, his voice deep with apology and exnation.

    "I''m sorry, I was wrong for not telling you. You were so grief-stricken then; I wanted you to move past it as quickly as possible..."

    epting the reality of Daisy, so small and lifeless, was something he struggled with himself, let alone expecting Liz to cope. He had kept the burial a secret, not wanting to expose her to further anguish. As Liz battled postpartum depression and physical health issues, he felt it wasn''t the right time to tell her.

    "What right do you have to keep this from me! I don''t even know where Daisy is... you''re making me look like a fool! Daisy... Daisy will me me too, for never visiting her!"

    Buried in Remington''s embrace, Liz gripped his shirt as her tears stained it. Remington soothed her, "She won''t me you. I''ve talked to Daisy, and she understands. If anyone''s to me, it''s me." "Take me to her, take me now!"

    "We can go tomorrow..."

    "No, I want to go now!"

    Liz pulled away from Remington, wiping her tears as she regainedposure. Remington, meeting her

    grief-stricken yet resolute gaze, found no reason to refuse her. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    "Alright, we''ll go now. But please, no more tears. I don''t want Daisy to think I''ve been making her mom cry."

    Liz felt a sudden pang of emotion, worried he might change his mind, and quickly nodded.

    "I won''t cry anymore." Only then did she realize they were still at the entrance of a restaurant.

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    Located in the bustling heart of Zion City, the restaurant attracted a lot of foot traffic, and many passersby had turned their attention toward them Embarrassed by her earlier breakdown, Liz felt awkward. Remington, sensing her difort, pushed the giant teddy bear into her arms, "Don''t worry, the bear''s got you covered."

    Liz buried her tear-streaked face in the plush fur, feeling aforting warmth as if Remington had

    managed to soothe her achivels

    heart.

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    On the way to the cemetery, Lizetta Gardenia was in a somber mood, silent throughout the journey.

    Remington Dashiell reached out, drawing her cold hand into his warm,rge palm, enveloping it securely, and never let go.

    Perhaps it was the warmth of his hand, or maybe she was grateful to him for giving their little Daisy the dignity in her final resting ce, and a spot for Lizetta to visit when she missed their child. The cemetery was located on the outskirts of Zion City. As they arrived, thest traces of the sunset faded into darkness.

    The wind picked up, and despite being the most prestigious cemetery in Zion City, with its scenic hillside and well-maintained grounds, it couldn''t shake off a sense of solitude.

    Remington kept holding Lizetta''s hand, guiding her up the steps, passing rows of tombstones.

    A cemetery caretaker descending from the hill didn''t shy away upon seeing Remington; instead, he greeted him with a smile.

    "Mr. Dashiell, visiting the little master again, I see. Looks like we might have a change in the weather soon."

    "Mr. Jackson, I''ll be leaving shortly," Remington replied, nodding at the older man as he continued to lead Lizetta up the hill.

    It was unusual for Remington to bring a woman along, and as they passed, Mr. Jackson couldn''t help but scrutinize Lizetta.

    Surprised by Remington''s politeness towards this man, Lizetta met Mr. Jackson''s gaze and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

    Mr. Jackson, however, turned back to watch their departing figures, sighing to himself, realizing this beautiful woman must be the child''s mother.

    They seemed like a well-matched pair, a pity about their loss.

    Daisy''s grave was located at the highest, most scenic part of the cemetery. As Remington brought Lizetta to the grave, she saw the inscription on the tombstone: "Beloved child, Daisy," with their names listed below. Instead of a photo, there was an image of a cherubic baby smiling with chubby cheeks - innocent and adorable, just as Lizetta had imagined their Daisy would look.

    Her eyes instantly blurred with tears as she crouched down, touching the image of the child''s face, her voice trembling, "This is?"

    Remington crouched beside her,

    exining, "I used a 4D ultrasound

    image to generate what Daisy would''ve looked like at about 100 days old usingputer

    technology."

    If their Daisy were still here, she would probably look just like this - a beautiful baby.

    "Daisy, so this is what you looked. like. Mommy''s so sorry for only getting to know now... for onlying to see you now," Lizetta caressed the image, her visionThis belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    blurring more.

    Whether it was a mother''s intuition or something else, Lizetta felt an overwhelming familiarity with the generated image of Daisy.

    Before she could ponder the source of this familiarity, Remington, worried she might be ovee with grief, pulled her from the gravestone to embrace her.

    "Alright, no more tears. You promised me, remember? Daisy wouldn''t want to see mommy crying."

    Lizetta leaned on him, lost in sorrow, momentarily forgetting to pull away.

    "I never did anything for Daisy..."

    Her voice was filled with low, guilt-ridden tones.

    Remington gently patted her back, his voice soft and soothing, "Who says you didn''t?"

    Lizetta looked up from his embrace, her eyes filled with shattered hope.

    Remington touched

    the corner of

    her eye, "When Daisy left us, she was wearing the little clothes and

    wrapped in the nket you prepared

    for her. She was holding the little

    airne model you bought for her."

    Surprised, Lizetta''s lips parted, and after a moment, she managed to say, "Thank you."

    A look of pity and helplessness shed through Remington''s eyes. What he had done, after all, was minimal in the grand scheme of their loss.

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    He knew he hadn''t protected them well enough, and everything he did, it was just a meagerfort to her.

    "I''m Daisy''s dad, and doing all this is my duty, not something that deserves your thanks. I''ve never expected these actions to make you forgive me. If it eases your pain, even just a little, that''s all I need." Remington''s gentle voice blended with the night breeze as hisrge hand brushed through Lizetta''s long hair, over and over again, trying to smooth out the tangled knots of sorrow in her heart.

    Lizetta''s voice caught in her throat, her feelings aplicated mess.

    She pushed away from him, her gaze resting on Daisy''s gravestone.

    Several bunches of flowers surrounded the grave, some dried, some wilted, and some fresh, alongside many baby toys, making this site uniquely lively and special.

    Lizetta now believed Timothy Temple''s words; Remington must have been visiting every week.

    She clenched her fists, touching the gravestone and whispering in her heart.

    Daisy, both your mom and dad love you.

    But, please don''t forgive us, forget about us. That way, you won''t feel lonely over there.

    "What are you thinking about?"

    Seeing her silent and downcast, Remington stepped in to shield her from the wind and loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

    "Wishing for Daisy to forget us, thinking maybe that way she can find a happier, warmer home sooner, be reborn, and find better parents..." Lizetta''s voice was soft, but it pierced Remington''s heart.

    The man''s loosely ced hand on her shoulder tightened, and he turned her to face him, bending slightly to lock eyes with her.

    "Why can''t we be those better

    parents, that happier, warmer home

    for her? Maybe Daisy doesn''t want

    to leave and is waiting for us to reconcile, to return to us in another way."

    His gaze was intense and persuasive,pelling her to believe.

    Lizetta froze, the wind blowing her hair into her face, which she forgot to brush away.

    Remington kept his gaze fixed on her, unblinking, until Lizetta''s lips moved slightly, her eyes clearing.

    He seemed to find his answer in her eyes and stepped back.

    Then, suddenly, he knelt down.

    His suit, crisp and without a crease, touched the ground.

    Lizetta, startled, reached out to pull him up.

    "Brother!"

    Her anxious cry came out, but it was toote.

    Thud.

    His knees hit the marble floor heavily, kneeling before her in a gesture of deep earnestness.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Their eyes met, the shift in perspective bringing a subtle emotional shift. Lizetta looked down at him, shocked.

    As thest light vanished from the

    sky and the clouds thickened,

    leaving not a sliver of brightness, the cemetery lights, one after another, suddenly lit up around them He

    looked up at her.

    His usually proud andposed face, now stripped of its usual arrogance, was lit by the cold light, casting a lonely shadow.

    Mr. Remington Dashiell, a man who

    had never kneeled before anyone

    was now kneeling at his child''s

    grave, and before the woman he loved, in sincere supplication

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    "What are you doing!" Lizetta snapped out of her daze, instinctively stepping back in shock.

    But Remington reached out, grabbing her slender wrist as if she were the only lifeline he had left.

    His voice was hoarse and low, "Liz, I''m sorry."

    "Get up! I don''t need your apology like this, brother you..."

    Lizetta''s voice trembled slightly as she tugged at Remington with all her might.

    Maybe deep down she had already forgiven him, or perhaps after reflecting on the ups and downs of their fifteen-year history, she realized she owed him more. She couldn''t bear his apology.

    Yet, her strength was no match for Remington.

    Her back was covered in a light sweat from her efforts, akin to a beetle trying to shake a tree, with the man''s figure remaining unmoved.

    He looked up at her, his eyes filled with remorse.

    "Liz, let me finish."

    Hisrge hand slid down from her slender wrist to hold her fingers.

    As their fingers intertwined, Lizetta felt her heart tremble.

    She stopped struggling and just looked at him intently.

    "It was my utter foolishness, trapped by childhood memories, trusting the wrong people, that led to our current misery. I''ve been regretting it deeply.

    I know some wounds are too deep and may never heal, but I want you not to easily give up on me, on our love.

    The wound that has grown over your heart, tearing and festering day by day, is also here with me. Even small animals lick each other''s wounds when hurt. Let''se back together, heal each other, because no one understands your pain more than I do."

    His words were like a boulder thrown into theke of her heart, stirring up ripples of chaos.

    Lizetta watched him, her eyes gradually reddening and tears burning down her cheeks.

    Remington, seeing a glimmer of hope, gripped her hand tightly, leaning his forehead against her soft belly with reverence.

    He continued, "Liz, love me again,

    let''s over. Let''s bring Daisy

    O us in another way, oka

    belongs to

    swno

    Lizetta''s eyshes trembled, now

    wet with tears, blurring her t

    she

    looked down at his dark

    Her tears dropped one by one into his thick hair as he bowed deeper into her belly. Releasing her fingers, he hugged her tightly, as if she was his redemption.

    For a moment, Lizetta''s lips quivered, genuinely considering nodding in agreement.

    But then she remembered the night

    of despair when she fled the care

    seeking his help, only to hear him assisting Evelina Hawthorne in childbirth. This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    The helplessness of losing a child despite her best efforts, the imprisonment against her will...

    Those scenes flickered before her eyes like a movie.

    Even now, Mr. and Ms. West, responsible for Daisy''s plight, still roamed free around Remington.

    How could she agree to his request?

    How could she forgive him in front of Daisy?

    She couldn''t even forgive herself.

    Her neck felt as if it weighed a ton, and her lips seemed sewn shut.

    Lizetta choked, unable to proceed.

    She reached out, gently touching Remington''s hair in aforting gesture.

    "I''m sorry, I can''t do it."

    From the moment Daisy was gone, their fate was sealed.

    Remington shuddered, his arms around her waist stiffeningpletely.

    With a bitter feeling in her heart, Lizetta slowly pulled away his arms and stepped back.

    This time, Remington didn''t stop her.

    As Lizetta moved a step away from him, he watched her with a serene gaze filled with sorrow.

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    "Liz, you''ve always been the tougher one!"

    Was she really heartless?

    Maybe, in a way, she had always been the kind to hold grudges, ever since she was a child.

    Sensitive and fragile, hurt easily and, knowing pain all too well, she feared it and remembered it. Forgiving him time after time was her choice.

    Because he never crossed her line, but losing their child, a child who could have lived and grown up... How could she face him or herself?

    Often, she wondered, if she hadn''t followed Remington back to the States, if they hadn''t tried to start over.

    Maybe Mr. and Mrs. West wouldn''t have gone to such extremes, maybe her Daisy could have grown up well.

    "Say what you will. You''re not Daisy. How do you know she wouldn''t want us as her parents or wish to return in another way?" It was all self-deception.

    Liz''s lips curled in a self-mocking smile as she took a step back.

    Turning around, she didn''t expect Remington to remain seated, his deep gaze fixed on her retreating figure, his voice heavy. "You''re not Daisy either. How can you be sure she wouldn''t?"

    His stubbornness and insistence exhausted Liz.

    She spun around, ring at him.

    "Remington, can you just stop it!"

    Remington''s handsome face paled further, a sh of memory striking him. He had said something simr to Liz before. Was it when he wouldn''te home after their wedding, and she would call, cooing and checking on him repeatedly?

    Or when he had brought pregnant Evelina back and she wanted a divorce, yet he begged her not to make a fuss?

    To realize there''s no way out, to have given your all, only to be told you''re making a fuss-it felt like offering up all your dignity for trampling, the cold seeping into every bone.

    Yet, Remington clenched his fists, veins popping on his neck and hands from the effort to hold back.

    He didn''t stand up, his voice deep.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    "Fine, neither of us has the right. Let''s let Daisy tell us!"

    Liz frowned, not understanding Remington''s point.

    But the man slightly shifted his knees, facing the tombstone, gazing up at the darkening sky.

    "The weather forecast predicts rain. tonight. I''ll stay here. If it rains,

    means Daisy can''t forgive m

    I''ll have nothing to say.

    But if tomorrow is clear, and the rain doesn''te, then Daisy doesn''t me us. Come back! Give me another chance!"

    He turned his determined eyes

    locking with Liz''s incredulous wide ones. "Are you crazy? The rain''s about to start, how can you be so childish! How old are you to believe in this? Get up!"

    Liz rushed forward, trying to pull him up forcefully.

    Ignoring the fact that she didn''t believe it herself, she had checked the weather forecast.

    A storm wasing tonight. The wind howled, the sky was devoid of stars, a storm was brewing.

    Was he blind to it, or was this all just an act?

    Failing to lift him, Liz let go in frustration.

    "Remington, don''t think a cold from the rain will soften me. It won''t happen!"

    Her voice was almost a scream, trembling with emotion.

    But the man simply looked at her calmly.

    "It doesn''t concern you. I said, this is between Daisy and me, her father. Maybe the rain won''te. Maybe Daisy can''t bear to let it."

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    Lizzie couldn''t persuade the man, growing both frantic and furious. Eventually, she let go, her voice tinged with shame and annoyance.

    "Suit yourself! Kneel if you want, get soaked if you want, I don''t care anymore!"

    With those harsh words, she turned around, forcing herself to stride down the hill.

    A gust of night wind blew past, followed by the distant rumble of thunder.

    Lizzie wrapped her arms around herself, turning back to nce at him.

    The man stood unmoving, his posture straight and dignified, not at all disheveled. It was as if he was standing in solemn vigil, ready to transform into another headstone to protect his child. Feeling uneasy, Lizzie bit her lip and averted her gaze, descending the steps.

    She thought to herself that Remington wasn''t foolish. Once she was gone, without anyone watching over him, he''d eventually get up and leave before the rain started pouring down.

    At that moment, Remington nced back at her retreating figure, his brow furrowing slightly. Watching her disappear, he turned back to the headstone adorned with Daisy''s photograph. "Your mom was scared of the dark and ghosts, I wonder if she''d be scared now, being away."

    He sighed, knowing once he''d spoken those words, he wouldn''t rise to escort her down the hill.

    Looking at Daisy again, his lips curved into a small smile.

    "Son, your mom called me ''brother'' again just now, you heard that, right? I knew she couldn''t let go of the past."

    "Little buddy, it''s really up to you this time..."

    Before Remington could finish, another p of thunder lit up half the sky, illuminating Daisy''s toothless, radiant smile on the headstone.

    Leaning forward, Remington gently tapped the cheek of the child on the headstone.

    "Mischief-maker!"

    Meanwhile, Lizzie, with her head bowed, quickened her pace.

    It waste, and the cemetery was deserted.

    Approaching the exit, she finally saw someone.

    It was Mr. Jackson, the cemetery caretaker she''d met earlier. He approached her, surprised to see her alone.

    "It looks like it''s going to rain soon. Why are you by yourself, Mrs. Dashiell? Where''s Mr. Dashiell?"

    Seeing someone eased Lizzie''s anxiety, but a different kind of worry took over.

    She forced a smile at Mr. Jackson, pleading, "He''s still up there, refusing toe down. Do you have an umbre or a raincoat I could take to him?"This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Mr. Jackson''s demeanor remained calm, as if it was not surprising to hear Remington was still up there.

    "Of course, of course, follow me. I''ll get one for you."

    Grateful, Lizzie followed him.

    Mr. Jackson mumbled along the way, "Mr. Dashiell visits the young master every week, regardless of the weather, sometimes staying veryte. He personally takes care of the weeds around the young master''s grave. Such devotion to a child is rafe..."

    "Are you close with him?" Lizzie asked.

    "Oh, Mrs. Dashiell, that''s funny. What position do hold, and what position does Mr. Dashiell hold? It''s

    In the middle of winter, he caught a severe fever at midnight without even realizing. I found him and, with a buddy, helped him down the hill to the hospital.

    Since then, Mr. Dashiell has been

    giving me a little extra every month, asking me to talk to the young

    master at his grave every day, so he wouldn''t be lonely. That''s why Mr. Dashiell is a bit more polite to me, that''s all."

    Hearing all this, Lizzie felt her heart being tugged and torn even more.

    Four months ago, that was right after she had left.

    Back then, she had just returned to her family, under the meticulous care of her grandparents and Jerome Madden, away from the ce of sorrow, and she was recovering quickly.

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    Could Remington...

    Her breathing was heavy, "Does he often get drunk?"

    "Not really, just twice, but that one time was particrly frightening. You''re the young master''s mom, right?" Mr. Jackson suddenly asked.

    Lizetta nodded, "I am."

    Her voice was strained, unlike the first time she came here,paring to Remington.

    She thought Mr. Jackson might judge or find it odd, but Mr. Jackson just smiled at her.

    "Ma''am, my condolences. The little guy was lucky to have parents who loved him."

    Lizetta tasted bitterness in her mouth, "Lucky? He never even had the chance to open his eyes and see the world..."

    Mr. Jackson was surprised, looking at the photo on the gravestone, he had thought the child had passed away as an infant, not realizing it was right at birth...

    He said to Lizetta, "Ma''am, that''s not quite right. I''ve worked here my entire life, and I can tell you, people who are remembered and cherished by their loved ones are truly fortunate!

    You wouldn''t believe how many get buried and then are never visited again,pletely forgotten. That''s what real death looks like.

    And there are so many who are inconsble at first but then don''te back after six months.

    It''s rare, like Mr. Dashiell, whoes once a week and has kept it up for quite some time. That''s truly rare.

    Even though you haven''t visited before, it''s clear you care deeply about the young master.

    With parents who remember and love him like that, how can it not be considered a blessing?

    You and Mr. Dashiell are still young, maybe if you have another child, the little guy coulde back."

    Lizetta was at Tranquil Meadows, and her grandparents would never bring up Daisy ahead of time.

    Back in Zion City, there was no one she could talk about this with. She never thought that now, facing a stranger, it would somehow be easier.

    She just hadn''t expected Mr. Jackson to share this belief.

    She even wondered if Remington had somehow convinced Mr. Jackson to say these things to her.

    "Mr. Jackson is joking, how could such things be true!"

    "Why not? I''ve worked here my whole life, seen plenty of strange things. Let me tell you, there was this couple, their only son, seventeen or eighteen, died in a car ident.

    en

    They just couldn''t move on, crying here every few days. Then the wife dreamt their son told them he would return to them.

    The very next day, they rushed here

    to visit their son, followed by a magpie all the way. From the cemetery back home, the woman found out she was pregnant and guess what?"  en

    Mr. Jackson spoke vividly, and Lizetta couldn''t help but be captivated.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    "What then?"

    "That newborn, looked exactly like their first son when he was a baby, even had a birthmark in the same spot. Isn''t that like heaven sent their son back to them?"

    Lizetta listened, stunned, as Mr. Jackson went into the duty room to fetch two umbres for her.

    "It''s gettingte, and it''s cold up there, looks like it''s going to rain. You better go up and persuade Mr. Dashiell toe down."

    Lizetta took the umbre almost reflexively but didn''t move.

    "Mr. Jackson, what you just said, is it true?"

    "What true?"

    "About the dream and the baby looking the same."

    "Of course, it''s true. That family''s young master is about ten years old now. Sometimes the parents bring him along to visit his brother. He looks just like the photo on the gravestone, even has the same personality traits. Ma''am, don''t doubt it. Those remembered by their family, who still have ties to this world, they might find a way back..."

    The phone in the duty room rang, and Mr. Jackson excused himself to answer it.

    Lizetta stood under the dimly lit eaves, frozen in thought.

    She looked up at the sky, where dark clouds were gathering thicker by the minute, and the mountain wind howled with abandon. But still, the rain didn''t fall.

 Chapter 857

    Lizetta''s heart was a tangled mess of emotions, caught between hoping the rain would hold off for the night, offering a flimsy excuse for relief and self-deception, and wishing for a torrential downpour to end this destined agony. Another peal of thunder lit up her pale face, sending shivers down her spine as she clutched her umbre tighter.

    She used to dread the stormy nights, for they meant that Hans Gardenia wouldn''t step out, choosing instead to drown his sorrows in alcohol and take his anger out on her.

    But living with Remington Dashiell had changed that, easing her fears over the two years they shared a home. Until that fateful night of hardship returned her old fears. Quickening her pace up the hill, Lizetta barely made a few steps before another lightning strike rendered the solemn gravestones even more ghostly and isted.

    Her legs gave way, almost sending her to the ground in defeat.

    Meanwhile, Cedric was lounging in his car, humming a tune while showering his favorite streamer with donations, securing his top donor status. The sudden knock on his window made him turn, just as a sh of lightning revealed a woman''s dark, thick hair and her bloodlessly pale face outside.

    "Holy mother!" he eximed as his phone slipped from his grasp, hitting him in the eye and eliciting a double dose of yelps.

    It took another round of knocking and a familiar voice for Cedric to recognize the figure not as some specter but as Mrs. Dashiell herself.

    But something was off. Shouldn''t Mrs. Dashiell be with the CEO?

    Cedric hastily opened the door, stepping out, "Mrs. Dashiell, where''s the boss? It''s getting windy, please, get in the car."

    Handing her umbre to Cedric, Lizetta said, "Remi''s still up there; it''s about to rain. Take this to him and urge him toe down." Cedric, puzzled but aware of the urgency, nodded, instructing Lizetta to get in the car while he made his way to the cemetery.

    Watching him go, Lizetta hesitated before her worry got the better of her, prompting her to follow.

    "Mrs. Dashiell? I can go alone, please head back..."T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    Cedric tried to dissuade her, fearing the CEO''s wrath if Lizetta got caught in the rain.

    But Lizetta urged, "I''m scared on my own, Cedric, let''s hurry."

    Seeing her genuine fear, Cedric couldn''t object.

    To lighten the mood, he switched topics. "Mrs. Dashiell, did you and the boss enjoy your meal today? Was the restaurant to your satisfaction?"

    "It was fine, Lizetta replied, about to

    .neo

    express her preference for not arranging such outings again when Cedric eagerly credited Remington for the restaurant choice.

    ''e

    "d you liked it! The boss personally picked it out from a dozen hotspots for couples. Even had those cute ordering robots that can tailor questions for customers. Heard it''s got the highest proposal sess ratetely."

    Curious, Cedric nced at Lizetta. "So, what did that little robot ask you and the boss?"

    Recalling the robot''s awkwardly intimate question amidst the silence of the night, Lizetta clenched her teeth in annoyance.

    She thought to herself how such an adorable robot ended up being so cringeworthy-all thanks to the schemes of men.

    And tonight, her simple wish to visit

    Daisy had turned into an

    novel.ne

    inescapable predicament, all

    orchestrated by Remington, the man she couldn''t figure out.

 Chapter 858

    He couldn''t stand it anymore!

    She shouldn''t have given in to her soft heart, bringing Cedric up here to deliver an umbre.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    Let him kneel there at the grave, atoning to Daisy!

    Despite thinking this way, Lizetta quickly caught up with Cedric''s pace.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, you should walk ahead of me."

    Cedric stepped aside, gently suggesting, and Lizetta nodded, moving to walk in front of Cedric.

    Then, Cedric suddenly added, "Mrs. Dashiell, actually, on the night the little master was born... it was because Ms. West said that if the boss agreed to apany her to face everything together, she would agree to leave the country honestly, and that''s why he went." Lizetta stopped in her tracks, turning her head as the wind whipped her hair around, her eyes stinging.

    "How do you know that?" her voice was tight.

    "Of course, I know! On his way to the countryside that night, the boss even instructed me to book a flight for Ms. West immediately, mentioning this matter.

    The boss sounded so casual, saying that with the birth of the West family''s child, he could finally make amends to thete Mr. Quentin.

    Ms. West also agreed to go abroad, so she could be properly with Mrs. Dashiell, waiting for the birth of the young master. The boss hadn''t anticipated such an ident..."

    Cedric hurriedly exined, afraid Lizetta wouldn''t believe him, thinking it was all made up.

    He busily took out his phone, saying, "Oh, I even booked the flight for Ms. West, I have the booking info here, let me find it..."

    Lizetta, however, raised her hand to stop Cedric.

    Cedric looked up in surprise, Lizetta letting go, "No need to check, I believe you."

    Cedric wasn''t a man without principles, and Lizetta believed he wouldn''t fabricate such lies for Remington''s sake.

    Suddenly, Lizetta felt even more conflicted.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, about the young master''s situation, both you and the boss are victims. Can''t you really forgive the boss?"

    Cedric looked at Lizetta, genuinely

    hoping the boss and the boss''sdy

    could reconcile soon, as the

    evel

    pressure on him from all sides

    immense.

    Lizetta turned back without a word, and continued walking up.

    Cedric sighed and followed.

    was

    As they neared the top, Cedric could vaguely see Remington''s figure, when Lizetta turned and took the umbre from Cedric, saying,

    "There are only two umbres, I''ll

    take it over. Maybe you should head back

    Thann before it starts raining.

    Thanks foring up with me."

    After all, Lizetta was considering Remington''s dignity and pride, not wanting Cedric to witness his boss in a state of despair.

    Thinking that the boss definitely wouldn''t want to see him at this time, Cedric immediately stopped.

    "Alright, Mrs. Dashiell, go ahead."

    Lizetta hurried off, Cedric walked down, just as another rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.

    Cedric nced back towards Remington and almost stumbled down the steps.

    What had he just seen?

    Was the boss really kneeling there, or were his eyes deceiving him?

    Cedric rubbed his eyes, not in a

    §Ý§à

    hurry to leave anymore. Crouching down, he found a tombstone to hide behind, waiting for the next thunderp.

    Sure enough, with thunder rolling, the cemetery lit up.

    Cedric clearly saw his usually aloof boss genuinely kneeling there, Mrs. Dashiell quickly approaching.

    The boss didn''t even stand up, but instead, when Mrs. Dashiell came closer, he moved forward on his knees and embraced her like a child. My God!

    Oh, Earth, Cedric prayed in his heart, hoping the thunder wouldn''t stop.

    He loved the drama, wanting to watch a bit longer.

    He just wondered, with the boss pulling out all the stops, could Mrs. Dashiell ever forgive him...

 Chapter 859

    Lizzy hurried past, her footsteps catching his attention, making the man slowly lift his head.

    A slight smile yed at the corners of his thin lips. He knew deep down she couldn''t bear to be too harsh on him. As he watched her approach swiftly, a p of thunder boomed overhead.

    Boom!

    As if the earth itself was trembling, Remington could clearly see the shock on Lizzy''s face, her body swaying slightly. His expression tightened, "Liz!"

    In a moment of panic, he crawled forward a couple of steps, wrapping his arms firmly around her slender waist.

    "Ah!"

    Simultaneously, the umbre Lizzy was holding slipped from her grasp, and she covered her ears with a startled cry.

    The thunder continued, each boom more ferocious than thest.

    Lizzy felt as if she was reliving that thunderous night, lying in the back of a car, being rushed to the hospital by her grandfather, with thunder rolling outside the window. She was bleeding profusely, beyond saving.

    At that moment, she had wished for nothing more than Remington to be by her side, but he never showed up until she was taken into the surgery room.

    She woke up to Remington''s cold, harsh news that Daisy was gone.

    She had never hated him more.

    Yet now, nestled in his arms, hearing him desperately calling her name, Lizzy felt a sharp pain in her heart.

    Slowly opening her eyes and lowering her hands from her ears, her legs gave out beneath her.

    But she didn''t hit the ground; Remington steadied her.

    Bending one knee, he helped her sit on his raised leg.

    "Liz, are you scared of the thunder? I thought you were over that fear..."

    Remington asked gently, his fingers lightly brushing her wind-tossed hair behind her ear.

    He looked tenderly at her pale face, even under the cover of night.

    He stopped mid-sentence, realizing the significance of the stormy night, and held her tighter, apologizing.

    "I''m sorry, I shouldn''t have brought you here in this weather."

    Lizzy had calmed down, turning to look at him.

    "Now that you know, get up and let''s go. Stop doing this pointless stuff. ha work tomorrow, I

    time here with

    belongs to en.kikist

    She tried to stand, and Remington let her.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Lizzy stood up, expecting him to follow.

    However, he slowly lowered his other knee to the ground, saying solemnly. "I''ll call Cedric toe up and escort you down the hill and take you home."

    Lizzy watched him reach for his phone, both shocked and irritated.

    Just as Remington was about to make the call, she snatched the phone away.

    velet

    "Cedric''s phone isn''t working for some reason, and he wasn''t in the car. I came up here because I couldn''t find him. Just get upand take me home... Ah!"

    Before she could finish, another p of thunder cut her off.

    Already feeling guilty for lying, the sudden thunder scared her into crouching down, covering her ears again, curling up into a ball. Remington looked down at her, his eyes filled with amusement.

    He once again pulled her into his embrace, creating a haven of peace in the midst of the chaotic storm.

    He whispered in her ear, "Still dare to lie to me?"

    She hade up because she was worried and cared for him, even

    trying to trick him down the ven

    hillto

    prevent him from hurting himself, yet she refused to admit it.

    He hadn''t realized before how stubborn and hard to coax she could be.

    Lizzy, "..."

    Truly frightened, she was too stubborn to admit it, fearing her defiance might summon another bolt of lightning.

    She clung to the edge of his shirt, softening her voice.

 Chapter 860

    "Bro, can we just head back down the mountain, pretty please?"

    Liz tugged at the man''s midsection, causing Remington to tense up at her sudden coquettish behavior. His lips parted slightly, almost ready to agree without a second thought.

    Coming back to his senses, he wrapped his arms around her.

    "Sweetie, I''ll have Cedric drive you home to rest, okay?"

    Liz lifted her head from his embrace, "And what about you?"

    "I''ll see you in the morning," Remington said, his deep eyes shining with determination.

    In essence, he was unwilling to leave, preferring to stay until morning to prove his point to her.

    Liz sighed in resignation, furrowing her brows.

    Remington caressed her cheeks, "You''ve already been here for over an hour, and though the sky is filled with the sound of thunder without a drop of rain, don''t you want to know Daisy''s true feelings?" Looking into his eyes, clear and filled with unwavering belief, Liz felt herself being swayed bit by bit.

    Is this really what you wanted, Daisy?

    Do you really not hold any grudge against mom and dad?

    With these thoughts, she fell silent.

    "You''re crazy..." Liz murmured, yet she snuggled closer to him without another word.

    As time slowly passed, the rumbling of thunder faded away.

    The fierce mountain wind seemed to lessen gradually until suddenly, there appeared a change in the light before them.

    Remington''s eyshes fluttered, and he opened his eyes.

    A stream of light poured before him, causing his pupils to dte, and he abruptly looked up.

    Sure enough, the previously dark, cloud-covered sky was now silently bathed in a hint of daylight. The moon, half-hidden.

    "Liz, look..."

    Said excitedly, only to

    the woman in his arm

    realize

    up and fallen asleep on

    the ground at some point.

    The next day.

    Liz woke up to the sound of cheerful bird chirping.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Blinking her eyes in confusion, struggled to figure out where she

    was. She moved her still fact

    realizing she was lying in a

    covered with a nket.

    Outside the window, under a dark blue sky, the mountains and green trees looked like a painting shrouded in mist. A new day had dawned.

    Memories of the previous night flooded back, startling Liz. She quickly sat up, opened the car door, and jumped out. She noticed the car was still parked at the cemetery entrance, but Remington and Cedric were nowhere in sight. Instinctively, Liz looked up at the sky, guessing it to be around 5:30 AM.

    She hurried towards the cemetery entrance and soon heard Mr. Jackson and Cedric''s voices.

    "Last night was really odd. Thunder rumbled all night, but not a drop of rain fell." "Thankfully, or our CEO would''ve had a rough time."

    "I''ll make some ginger tea and whip up a simple breakfast. Mr. Cedric, if you don''t mind, you could have a bite here before heading down the mountain. Wouldn''t want you to start the day on an empty stomach."

    "That would be fantastic! Mind? We''d be grateful. Mr. Jackson, could you possibly make a bit extra? In a bit..."

    Cedric, noticing Liz approaching, quickly ended their chat and walked towards her.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, you''re up. Did you sleep okayst night?"

    Liz, feeling a bit awkward since she had slept in the car, knew Cedric wouldn''t have stayed in the car as well.

    "How did I end up in the carst night?"

    "Sometime after 2 AM, the boss carried you down the mountain and ced you in the car."

    Liz wasn''t surprised by the answer; she had no memory of how she fell asleep.

    To think she didn''t feel a thing while being carried down the mountain by Remington.

    "Where is he?" she asked hurriedly.

 Chapter 861

    "The CEO helped Mrs. Dashiell into the car and then got in himself," Cedric hadn''t finished his sentence when Lizetta, anxious, started running toward the hill. Cedric watched Lizetta''s retreating figure and chuckled under his breath, rubbing his hands together before he headed toward Mr. Jackson''s duty room in the back. There, Mr. Jackson had rigged up a small kitchen and was busy washing rice, preparing to make some porridge.

    Cedric approached, "Mr. Jackson, do you think our boss and his wife will make up this time?"

    ""Ah, young folks'' business, how would I know?"

    "I reckon it''s about time. Even if they don''t reconcile this time, they''re just one step away."

    ...

    Meanwhile, Lizetta sprinted up the hill as fast as she could.

    Reaching the top, she caught sight of that familiar figure. The man was in the same posture as the night before, kneeling rigidly in front of a gravestone.

    His figure was stoic, his back serene, motionless.

    The night''s frost and the morning''s mist had already soaked his hair and clothes.

    The darkened fabric of his neatly pressed suit bore witness to his vigil. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, his deep, clear eyes as if cleansed by the mist, sharp and profound.

    Just then, the first rays of morning sun finally leaped over the mountains, touching the man''s handsome face.

    Remington smiled at Lizetta, his lips curving into a genuinely happy arc.

    "Liz, look, the sky''s cleared up. Do you think Daisy has forgiven us?"

    Lizetta''s heart swelled, her emotions hard to keep in check. She ran to Remington''s side.

    "Yes, Daisy doesn''t me us. You won the bet, you fool! Now get up, do you want to lose your legs?"

    Lizetta thought of Shirley Dashiell who had been forced to kneel at the family chapel, spending hours in the hospital afterward.

    She hadn''t expected Remington to be so stubborn as to kneel the whole night through.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    She leaned down to help him up, but the man groaned in pain.

    "Ouch! Don''t move me!"

    "What''s wrong?"

    Lizetta was startled, quickly letting go.

    As soon as Remington was pulled up, his legs, without support, crashed back to the ground. Remington, "..."

    His legs were numb, the sensation of thousands of biting ants overwhelming as Lizetta''s pull seemed to reactivate his cirction. Unable to stand, he almost O copsed right at her feet.

    The pain was evident on his face, and Lizetta quickly realized her mistake.

    "I''m so sorry, I didn''t mean to. Your legs are numb, right?"

    As Lizetta knelt to massage

    f.n

    Remington''s stiff calves, her attempt was cut short when his strong hand pressed against her lower back pulling her forward, knees hitting the ground as he enveloped her in his embrace.

    Lizetta froze, Remington''s chin resting on her shoulder.

    "Liz, do you remember what I saidst night?"

    Lizetta could feel the cold

    emanating from his body, unusual for early spring. The spring chill was harsh, especially in the mountains where temperatures plunged at night.

    Touching his clothes, they felt like ayer of ice had formed.

    The chill contrasted sharply with the heat of his skin against her neck.

    Lizetta frowned, concerncing her voice.

    "Remington, are you running a fever? Let me go, I need to check."

    Lizetta tried to push him away, but Remington didn''t budge, keeping her firmly in his hold.

 Chapter 862

    "Answer me first!"

    Liz had no choice but to respond, her impatience growing.

    "You said so much yesterday, how am I supposed to know which part you''re talking about. You''re running a fever, now let go and get up. We need to head down the mountain. Otherwise, I''m calling Cedric to send a rescue team up here. The great Mr. Dashiell surely doesn''t want to be carried down the mountain by a rescue team first thing in the morning, right?"

    Remington pressed his forehead against Liz''s neck again, seekingfort in her cool, smooth skin as if he was suffering from a severe case of skin hunger.

    His voice was raspy, his breath hot.

    "Liz, you little liar, you definitely know what I''m talking about. This is Daisy''s doing, it''s fate. Don''t try to deny it..."

    He had said yesterday, if the night passed without rain until dawn.

    If the skies were clear, it meant even Daisy wanted them to be together, asking her to give him another chance.

    Yet here she was, refusing to admit it.

    Remington suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of injustice. Even Daisy seemed to have softened her heart towards him, yet she refused to even look back at him. Liz, "..."

    She found it hard tomunicate normally with a sick man, her voice tender, stroking his damp hair.

    "How about youe down the mountain with me first, and then give me a little time to think, okay?"

    "That means you have to seriously consider it," the man was obviously not so easily fooled.

    Liz couldn''t help but smile a bit, nodding her head.

    "Yeah, I will."

    "I don''t have the strength to get up, help me."

    That''s when Remington spoke.

    Liz hurriedly stood up to support Remington, hisrge body heavy as she helped him up, practically hanging off her.

    Liz trained in dance every day, never neglecting her basic skills. Her foundation was solid, her bnce strong, and her physical condition not bad.

    Even so, she staggered under his weight, almost causing them both to fall.

    Now she had no doubts Remington was really sick, and it seemed serious.

    "Remi, you have to hold on tight to me, hang in there, we''re going down the mountain."

    Liz was worried he wouldn''t be able to maintain his grip, causing them both to tumble down.

    But after taking a couple of steps, the man hadn''t moved.

    Turning back, Liz saw Remington''s gaze fixed on Daisy''s tombstone.

    She looked as well, her eyes flickering slightly.

    Daisy, thank you.

    Mom and Dad couldn''t protect you, but you protected them.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Next time, Mom will bring you something delicious she made herself, okay?

    She silently said in her heart.

    Whether she believed in fate or not, the rainless night had indeed changed Liz''s mindset somewhat. She slowly helped Remington down the mountain, where Cedric rushed up, anxious and concerned. "What happened to you, sir? Let me help..."

    As Cedric reached out to take Remington''s arm, intending to relieve Liz, he surprisingly couldn''t manage it. Confused, he tried again with more force, only to meet Remington''s dark, displeased eyes.

    Cedric shivered, quickly letting go.

    But inside, he was impressed.

    The boss

    yet he was burning up with f was still diligentlyvin ever

    bricks for his love pursuit. belongs to

    "Mrs. Dashiell, the boss''s fever is

    really bad, we need to get him to vet

    hospital right away. You hold him, I''ll go get the car..."

    With that, Cedric ran off.

 Chapter 863

    Cedric pulled the car up to the entrance of the cemetery, hopping out to open the rear door.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, please join the boss in the back."

    The front passenger seat was upied by the giant teddy bear they had won at the dinerst night.

    "Sure."

    Lizetta nced over before helping Remington into the backseat, then slid in beside him.

    No sooner had she closed the door than Remington wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, leaning heavily against her like an oversized, clingy ko. "Liz, I''m feeling really rough, just want to crash."

    His voice was raspier and more indistinct than before, heavy with exhaustion.

    Lizetta knew his fever must have worsened,pounded by the fact that he likely hadn''t slept a wink the previous night.

    She couldn''t help feeling a pang of regret and concern. What was she thinkingst night, letting things go as they did?

    But with his clothes all damp, how could he possibly sleep like this? It would only make his illness worse.

    "Cedric, does he have a change of clothes in the car?" Lizetta asked urgently.

    Cedric, who was just about to buckle his seatbelt, paused and responded.

    "Yes, yes, Mrs. Dashiell, one moment."

    He got out of the car, retrieved a set of spare clothes from the trunk, and handed them to her.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    "Mrs. Dashiell, could you help the boss change? There''s a clean towel in there too."

    Before Lizetta could respond, Cedric had closed the door and returned to the driver''s seat, turning on the heater without another word.

    Remington''s clothes, merely cold to the touch when they first got in the car, now felt damp and chilly from the indoor warmth melting the frost.

    Lizetta had no choice but to nudge Remington, "Remi, hold off on sleeping. We can''t head to the hospital like this. Let''s get you into some dry clothes first..."

    Though feverish, Remington

    seemed coherent enough. Roused

    by her nudge, he opened his dark eyes focusing intently on her

    "Help me change. I haven''t got the strength..."

    Seeing no alternative, Lizetta nodded agreement. "Alright, sit up for me."

    However, Remington continued to gaze at her as if to make sure she wasn''t deceiving him, that she wouldn''t vanish as soon as he let go, leaving him alone and uncared for.

    en

    Finally, he slowly released his grip from around her waist and rested his heavy head back against the seat.

    Lizetta exhaled in relief and leaned in to unbutton his suit jacket.

    "Lift your arms, lean forward a bit, let''s get this jacket off..."

    Lizetta was quick and efficient, asionally instructing Remington to assist.

    Although his eyes were shut tight, he cooperated well, allowing her to easily remove his jacket and thin cashmere sweater. Feeling the inside shirt was also damp, Lizetta proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

    As she reached for the tie, suddenly aware she hadn''t removed it yet, she inadvertently met Remington''s intense gaze.

    He had opened his eyes at some point, and despite the fever, those eyes were piercing, clearly reflecting her image back at her.

    cting

    Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat, her movements halting.

    "Liz, undressing me - what exactly are you nning?"

    Just as Lizetta thought he was fully alert, his gaze clouded over again, his voice hoarse but puzzled. Undressing him?

    She was merely trying to get him into some dry clothes, something he had agreed to moments ago.

    His sudden use of such suggestivenguage left Lizetta feeling somewhat embarrassed.

    As if she were indeed taking advantage of his illness in some way.

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    Especially now, Jackson''s shirt was practically bursting at the seams.

    His broad chest muscles heaved with each slightly heavy breath, his abs tight and well-defined, each one seemingly ready to pop.

    And because of the fever, his usually pale skin was flushed a delicate pink, adding a rather provocative and intense hue to his appearance. Yet, around his neck hung a ck tie, looking like a naughty essory that had somehow turned inappropriate.

    At this moment, Liz was pulling on it forcefully.

    Liz''s mind went nk, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

    "I... I..."

    Jackson''s Adam''s apple bobbed as he leaned in closer to her ear, his voice husky.

    "Whatever you want to do to me, I''m all in."

    All in my foot!

    Liz''s neck was as red as a beet, especially thinking about Cedric sitting right in front.

    Whatever was said now, Cedric could hear, Liz red fiercely at Jackson.

    She pulled a towel out of her bag and threw it over Jackson''s head, saying, "You seem pretty lively to me. Change by yourself!"

    With that, she moved closer to the car window, turning her head to look outside, ignoring Jackson.

    Cedric, driving the car, struggled to hold back hisughter, the effort making veins pop on the back of his hand holding the steering wheel. The CEO is really overdoing it, huh?

    It''s not like he''s drunk and forgetting what he''s doing. If he were Mrs. Dashiell, he''d be livid too.

    Jackson was momentarily engulfed in darkness as he didn''t rush to remove the towel. Instead, his Adam''s apple moved vigorously again.

    He licked his dry lips, his eyshes brushing over the towel, causing a slight itch.

    But it couldn''tpare to the tingling in his heart and the heat spreading throughout his body.

    If he let her continue to help him undress, things might spiral out of control.

    After a moment, Jackson pulled off the towel and started to undress himself.

    Liz heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of a belt buckle being undone. She breathed a sigh of relief.

    Thinking back to how Jackson''s clothes were half off just a moment ago, her ears turned red again.

    It''s not like she hadn''t seen it before. Why act like she''d never seen the world?

    She silently reassured herself.T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org.

    It''s just that.

    But then, another uncontroble thought shed through her mind.

    Despite his face looking a bit thinner, his body didn''t seem to have lost any muscle.

    Damn, his physique seemed even more perfect.

    No, no, it''s nothing special. Doesn''t everyone have abs and pecs these days?

    Stay calm.

    Just as Liz was convincing herself, she felt a heavy weight on her shoulder as Jackson leaned on her again.

    His hot breath once more wrapped around her sensitive ears.

    "Liz, help me with my belt."

    "Huh?"

    Liz adjusted her breathing and turned her head.

    Jackson had already changed his clothes, and Liz was confused about what he needed help with when his husky voice filled the air again.

    "I really don''t have the strength."

    JMS

    Liz lowered her gaze and saw that it wasn''t just the belt. He hadn''t even fastened his pants or zipped them up.

    Her cheeks, which had just cooled down, instantly med up again, and she quickly turned away, biting her lip. She was convinced he was doing it on purpose.

    Just as she was about to scold him for being an old pervert, Jackson''srge hand caught hers. "Please, I don''t want to be indecent..."

    His palm, usually warm and dry, was

    mmy with cold sweat. Despite e Ving a fever, his hand was colder

    hers.

    Liz instantly believed him, her heart tightening, and she silently turned to help him.

    Cedric, driving, saw how Mrs.

    Dashiell, who usually kept her

    distance and showed various of

    of disdain for the CEO, was doing

    such intimate tasks for him.

    Internally, he cheered, "The CEO truly is a capitalist." That night, the respect was real, and it was earned.

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    Cedric had this thought until they reached the hospital, but it quickly vanished when he saw Remington''s knee, swollen and bruised beneath the rolled-up leg of his jeans.

    Toothache.

    It was terrifying. Another kneel and his leg would be done for.

    Lizetta felt a tug in her heart at the sight, her gaze wavering.

    The doctor was treating it, frowning in confusion.

    "Family of the patient, how did he get this injury? It looks serious. Move it around for me, see if we need to take an X-ray..."

    The doctor looked up at Lizetta, who hesitated, unsure of what to say.

    She couldn''t possibly say it was from kneeling.

    "Ahem, just... bumped it, an ident."

    "Bumped into something to get this? Just to be cautious, I''d rmend an X-ray..."

    Before the doctor could finish, Remington, receiving IV fluids on the bed, interjected.

    "It''s not from a bump, no need for an X-ray."

    Saying so, the man flexibly bent his knee a few times, convincing the doctor to leave it at that given his mobility and nonchnt demeanor.

    But the doctor was still curious. If it wasn''t from a bump, then how did it happen?

    The middle-aged doctor wanted to ask more but met Remington''s cool gaze and instantly held his tongue.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.

    Yet, he thought he understood how it happened.

    Young folks these days, so easily embarrassed. What''s the big deal? He was young once too.

    Hadn''t he also "knelt before the keyboard" in his day?

    After applying some bruise ointment, the doctor left. Remington, now hooked to an IV, looked less flushed but more pale and tired.

    Lizetta told him to rest, and seeing him quickly fall asleep, she stepped out to talk to Cedric.

    "Cedric, could you please look after him? We''re not far from Maple Cottage. I''ve asked the staff to prepare a nutritious breakfast. 4''ll go fetch it and change my clothes."

    en

    Lizetta had spent the previous night in the car, staying up with Remington on the mountain.

    Her clothes were dirty.

    Cedric agreed, and Lizetta left the hospital.

    After a quick shower and a change of clothes at home, she hurried downstairs.

    The breakfast was already on the table, prepared by the staff. Lizetta ate quickly, finishing in about fifteen minutes.

    She grabbed the insted food container and was heading out when Ynda, stretchingzily, came down the stairs.

    Seeing her, Ynda quickly said, "Liz, where were youst night? You didn''te home!"

    She rushed down the stairs, reaching Lizetta in a few steps.

    Lizetta, thinking about the mess with

    Remington, didn''t know where to start. And with Ynda''s

    scrutinizing gaze, she felt

    overhe

    inexplicably guilty.

    If Ynda knew she had stayed with Remington all night...

    Ynda would probably be heading to the kitchen for a knife right now.

    "I dide back; it was justte, and you were already asleep."

    "Really? But I was back from the studiote at night after shooting an ad."

    Lizetta struggled to maintain herposure, quickly saying, "I came back around that time too, maybe just ten or twenty minutes after you."

    Ynda seemed convinced and then shifted the conversation.

    "Your brother... I mean, Mr. Madden, he actually set up a few dates for me! Should I go?"

    Lizetta, eager to leave, still cared about Ynda''s issues.

    "Of course, go! Why not? My brother''s rmendations are always spot-on. And it''s not like you''re only chasing fame;

    "gett Won''tet

    interfere with dating or getting married. Not just go, but dress up nicely. Who knows, your Mr Right might be among them."

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    Liz didn''t want to bring up the whole "make Cassius Sterling regret it" spiel anymore. To her, what a jerk did was irrelevant.

    She just hoped that Yoli could find the one truly meant for her. Despite having parents and a brother, Yoli''s family clearly favored sons over daughters, their bias as vast as the Pacific Ocean. The struggles Yoli faced growing up were all too clear to Liz.

    Now, Yoli was finally on her feet career-wise, tasting the sweet after the bitter.

    Love was just the icing on the cake, nice to have but not essential. So, of course, she should aim for someone truly worthy!

    "Wow, you really trust Mr. Madden, huh?" Yoli raised an eyebrow.

    Lizughed, "Of course, birds of a feather flock together. Why not skip the blind dates? How about my brother? Keep it in the family, you know?"

    Yoli quickly waved her off, Jerome was great.

    But she wasn''t blind; Jerome''s heart belonged to Liz.

    The Maddens had the same idea, wanting Liz and Jerome together, which is why they had Lize to Zion City to stay with Jerome.

    Yoli would meet any man, but she drew the line at getting involved with someone close to her sister from another mister.

    "I''m actually looking forward to blind dating, but would youe with me for the first time?"

    Liz shook her head, but Yoli clung to her arm, yfully pleading.

    This girl was straightforward, hardly the type to act coy.

    Liz couldn''t resist, nodding in agreement, as Yoli added, "By the way, I''m all sorted now. I''m thinking of having my assistante overter to help me move my stuff back.

    I won''t be staying here anymoreck.

    She wanted to let Liz know.

    With Jerome here and Nelson Madden ying matchmaker, staying was ast resort.

    It was time to move on, especially since Yoli respected Jerome, a genuinely kind and faithful man who would undoubtedly treat Liz like a queen.

    She was eagerly anticipating Liz and Jerome''s wedding, hoping to see Remington, the ever-so aloof ice block, on his knees in regret.

    Little did Yoli know, that ice block was quietly about to make a move that could have changed everything.

    Liz drove to the hospital, carrying a breakfast basket, and bumped into Jerome''s assistant, Horace.

    Horace quickly came to greet her, taking the basket and saying, "M Madden, will be thrilled to know you came to see him this early. And you even brought him breakfast. was just about to order food."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Liz remembered Jerome''s hospitalization due to a stomach issue, amidst the whirlwind of events these past days.

    She hadpletely forgotten about it and didn''t even know Jerome was still admitted.

    And Remington was admitted to the same hospital near Maple Cottage today.

    Horace assumed Liz was there for Jerome, and seeing the basket now firmly in his grasp, she felt too

    ashamed to admit her actual reason for being there, having neglected Jerome''s situation entirely

    She smiled at Horace, inquiring warmly about Jerome''s recovery, and decided to follow him to Jerome''s room, embracing the misunderstanding.

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    Liz thought to herself that Remington was probably still catching up on sleep, so why not let Jerome have breakfast first? She could always prepare another one for Remingtonter.

    Little did she know, from the hospital room''s window on the third floor, Cedric was watching over the scene below. Catching a glimpse of Liz, he cheerfully turned to the anxious man beside him and said, "I see Mrs. Dashiell! She''ll be up in no time. Told you Mrs. Dashiell wouldn''t just leave and note back to check on you!" Remington, with a slight press of his lips, replied, "I never doubted that. She would never just leave me hanging."

    Cedric, puzzled, thought, "Then who''s the one who''s been so restless, asking about Mrs. Dashiell over and over again in just a short while?"

    But, just two minutester...

    "Where is she?"

    "Maybe the elevator''s too busy this morning."

    "We''re just on the third floor!"

    Even if Liz had taken the stairs, she should''ve been here by now.

    "Maybe Mrs. Dashiell didn''t think of taking the stairs."

    Five minutester...

    "Are you sure you saw her?"

    "It was Mrs. Dashiell, no doubt. Maybe I should go down and see what''s up."

    As Cedric made to leave, Remington frowned and asked, "When you saw her, was she alone or was there someone with her?"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    "Well... it seemed like there was a man in a suit with Mrs. Dashiell."

    Cedric, realizing something, saw Remington''s handsome face darken, his voice cold as he ordered, "Go check if Jerome has been discharged."

    Cedric left and returned shortly, visibly trembling, "Sir, Mrs. Dashiell... she went to visit Mr. Madden."

    Remington''s hand, resting by his side, clenched suddenly. Instinctively trying to get out of bed, he moved his legs too swiftly, a wave of pain washing over him.

    His face paled as he struggled to stand, leaning on the nightstand, an embarrassing sight.

    Cedric rushed to his aid, his face contorted as if in pain.

    He suddenly thought that the president''s n might not have been the best.

    However, Remington shook him off, standing on his own and stubbornly hanging the IV drip on a mobile stand, pushing it as he moved forward, an air of coldness

    surrounding him.

    en

    Cedric, knowing better than to provoke him further, retreated to a corner, sighing.

    But before Remington could leave the room, a surprised and displeased voice came from the door.

    "Where are you going? Why aren''t you resting properly?"

    Remington looked up to see Liz stepping in quickly.

    Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, yet tensed up again, thinking that after the president''s disy of jealousy, he was surely going tosh out at Mrs. Dashiell. But then, in the next second, Remington extended his hand towards Liz, "Liz, I thought you weren''ting."

    He looked just like a child who had been left behind.

    Cedric, speechless, thought there was nothing more to see here.

    Yet Liz quickly stepped forward, taking Remington''s outstretched hand, helping him, "Do you need to use the restroom? Or did you want toe out looking for me..

    "I need the restroom. Can you help me there?"

    Liz instinctively looked for Cedric, "Maybe Cedric could..."

    But Cedric not wanting to be in the way of their moment, quickly interrupted, "Mrs. Dashiell, weren''t you going to bring breakfast for the president and me? Where''s the breakfast?"

    Liz, speechless.

    The breakfast had already made its way into Jerome''s stomach.

    Liz suddenly felt her face heating up, caught between a rock and a hard ce, feeling as if she was navigating treacherous waters, guilt creeping up on her.

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    "Breakfast, um..."

    Liz had her speech all nned out, but standing under Remington''s intense gaze, her mind nked.

    Just then, Cedric''s stomach decided to join the conversation with a couple of loud, unmistakable grumbles.

    Liz turned beet red, utterly mortified. Before she could muster any words, Remington, ever so direct, cut to the chase. "Enough with the chit-chat. Just go grab some breakfast, will ya?"

    "Sure thing, boss." Cedric chuckled and hurried out.

    "I''m feeling all weak, probably from the hunger. Liz, could you help me to the bathroom?"

    Once Cedric was out, Remington turned to Liz with that request.

    Liz hesitated. Given their currentplicated rtionship, how could she possibly...

    But the moment Remington mentioned his hunger, guilt washed over her.

    She reluctantly nodded and supported him towards the bathroom.

    Inside the cramped space, Liz felt her whole body tense up. "You can manage on your own, right? I''ll wait outside..."

    Before she could finish, Remington''s tall figure swayed.

    Liz quickly steadied him, and he gave her a weak smile in return.

    "Must be the fever causing dizziness and leg pain... I can''t stand properly..."

    Biting her lip, Liz thought, there''s nothing I haven''t seen before. What''s the big deal?

    She slightly turned, allowing Remington to lean on her back, and urged, "Hurry up!"

    Remington''s lips curved into a slight, triumphant smile.

    He knew Liz all too well. She might appear soft but was actually quite reserved and valued her personal space.

    Unless she had already epted him in her heart, she wouldn''t go to such lengths to care for him.

    And he wouldn''t miss this

    opportunity to close the gap

    between them, whether driven

    her sense of guilt or a moment of vulnerability. This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    "Ouch..." He suddenly winced.

    Liz turned around in concern. "What''s wrong?"

    "My zipper seems stuck. I tugged at it and might have pricked myself, but it''s nothing..."

    Liz frowned. "Let me check. Don''t want it to be snagged."

    Worried, she checked his hand that was supposed to be on IV, relieved to find it intact, she sighed. "Forget it, stand still. I''ll do it."

    After all, it was her who zipped him up in the car earlier. Helping him now shouldn''t be...

    Too much of an issue, right?

    Unnoticed by Liz, her boundaries were gradually being eroded away by his excuses and reasons.

    Blushing, she quickly fixed his pants and turned her back to him.

    Remington longed for the days when their intimacy was seamless, intertwined with mutual understanding.

    He felt no pressure at all, quickly

    going about his business as Liz''s et

    cheeks grew even hotter, feeling things were spiraling out of control.

    After helping Remington back to his bed, Liz barely caught her breath

    about to grab a moment to herself

    while fetching him some water.

    Before she could turn away, her wrist was caught in his grasp once more.

    Liz turned back to meet Remington''s intensely hopeful gaze.

    "About that question earlier, you said you''d think it over. Have youe to a decision?"

    Liz was speechless.

    She felt like he was a charming siren, relentlessly pressing her without giving her a moment''s respite.

    "Liz, I''m not asking for much. Just give me a chance to pursue you. Is that too much to ask?"

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    Liz''s eyshes fluttered as she thought about all the moments with Remington these past days.

    His gentleness and care, his respect, and the cautious ways he tried to get close.

    And then, there was his vulnerability, his sadness, and the way he clung to strength...

    She remembered the words of Timothy and Cedric, the way they held each other in the graveyard the night before, licking each other''s wounds, and the ray of golden sunlight that shone on his pale face this morning, bringing life and hope to his eyes. Liz found herself choked up, finallypromising with herself.

    Deep down, she''d already softened towards him, no longer ming him, not knowing when her defenses had started to crumble bit by bit.

    But she turned to him, "Cedric said, that night you went to the outskirts because Ste West said she''d go abroad if you went, is that true?" Remington hadn''t expected Liz to suddenly ask this.

    He paused, a flicker of panic in his eyes, "Why would Cedric tell you that?"

    That night had be a taboo.

    Remington knew, to mention it was to relive the pain for Liz, and a regret for him.

    "Is it true?"

    Liz still fixed her gaze on Remington.

    He nodded, "Yeah, at that time, I had already left Evelina under the care of bodyguards, knowing you were uneasy and didn''t want to go.

    Ste was crying, saying she''d never faced such a situation, was too scared, and with Martin West bedridden, she said she''d feel at peace going abroad if Quinn''s baby was born safely, so I agreed."

    Remington took Liz''s cool hands in his, "I never expected what happened that night. It was still more than two months before your due date, and I thought I could settle things and send Ste abroad, to take good care of you and Daisy..." But things went awry.

    In, Ste''s insistence that

    night,

    go

    willingness to prot Just to get him to t e

    was a diversion.

    Unfortunately, the West family seemed well-prepared for this, leaving no concrete evidence behind.

    Liz took Remington''s hand in return, "Why didn''t you tell me then?"

    Remington''s thin lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

    "What difference would it have made if I told you? I didn''t want to make excuses for myself." Regardless, Daisy was gone. He wasn''t there when she needed him most.

    That was an unchangeable fact.

    Even if he had a million reasons, none could change what happened or lessen the hurt.

    And under those circumstances, even if he had told her, she would have thought he was just making excuses.

    "But Ste didn''t go abroad afterward, her leaving fell through," Liz stared at Remington, her gaze probing.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.

    Remington''s eyes narrowed slightly

    and he he suddenly pulled Liz

    making her unintentionally

    s

    ddenly pulled t

    around and fall into hisp

    "You''re not thinking I still have feelings for her, sparing her for old times'' sake?"

    it?

    Liz raised an eyebrow slightly, "Isn''t you two were childhood

    Su After all, hard to break old ties."

    Liz''s tone was light, her words airy.

    Remington couldn''t tell if she was purposely saying this to provoke him or if she genuinely thought so.

    He felt a mix of urgency and annoyance, tightening his arms around Liz''s waist.

    "Is that really what you think of me?"

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    Jack''s voice was filled with an endless sense of grievance and usation, yet it seemed to hold back anger, suddenly sounding beside Liz''s neck.

    It was as if he was about to bite her at any moment.

    Liz shivered slightly, tilting her head just a bit.

    Thinking about how Remington''s Starlight Enterprises and West Enterprises were still closely coborating, and how Ste was still appearing at Starlight Enterprises as the futuredy of the house. Even the top brass at Starlight Enterprises were rolling out the red carpet for Ste.

    Liz truly believed it was a possibility.

    Her lips curled into a cool smile, "What? Struck a nerve, so now you''re getting defensive?"

    Her gaze was cold yet captivating.

    Even though she was clearly upset with him, and purposely misinterpreting his intentions, Jack couldn''t find it in himself to be angry at her.

    He lifted her chin, his handsome face suddenly very close.

    So close their noses touched, their breath mingling.

    Liz held her breath, her eyes asking what he intended to do.

    Jack gazed at her intently, his lips barely moving, "Let''s see where I''m being defensive, shall we?"

    His lips brushed against hers, almost imperceptibly.

    Liz tilted her head back slightly, dodging his breath, "If you have something to say, say it. Don''t pull these moves."

    "Which moves?"

    Jack raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile ying in his eyes.

    Obviously, the charm offensive.

    But Liz didn''t want to say it outright, as if admitting she had no resistance to his charm.

    She red at him, and Jack chuckled softly, clearly amused.

    Before she could get more irritated, he sobered up, patiently exining.

    "When we were kidnapped together, I was a victim too. I didn''t owe her anything. My guilt was just my own conscience. Over the years, I''ve supported the Wests, looked after Mr. and Mrs. West, brought Ste back, helped stabilize the stock market for the West family, and ensured Quinn''s posthumous child was safely born... If there was any debt, I''ve long since repaid it."

    Jack''s eyes suddenly turned cold.

    "Actually, found something else. When Ste and I were kidnapped, there was a municipal project up for bidding. That project was practically in Dashiell Enterprises'' pocket, just waiting for formalities.

    But because of the kidnapping, the Dashiell family was distracted with the search, dying the project''s progress.

    Martin West, however, managed to pull some strings during this time. After I was found, Ste remained missing.

    The Dashiell family felt guilty towards the Wests, and my grandmother decided to give the project to the West family, withdrawing from the bid."

    At the time, he was too young to remember anything about the incident.

    He''d known about itter but had never delved deeper due to his trust in the Wests.

    It was only after Liz''s incident that he began to seriously doubt the Wests and re-investigated the past.

    And then he discovered that the West family had already been on the decline,

    It was the project conceded by Dashiell Enterprises that had revived the failing West family, making it crucial for their resurgence.

    Liz looked at Jack, her thoughts stirring, frowning.

    "But that doesn''t make sense. Weren''t Mr. and Mrs. West said to be deeply in love, treating Ste as their precious treasure from a young age?This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.

    If the Dashiell family was dyed by the kidnapping, Martin should have been desperate to find his daughter, grieving deeply. How could he have instead focused on pulling strings, busy withpeting for the project?"

    The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and

    continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

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    Remington looked at Lizetta with an approving gaze, clearly impressed by her keen insight.

    He nodded. "Yeah, Martin imed he was out of the loop about the project details, saying it was all handled by his team. He yed his part too well; back then, no one in the Dashiell family suspected a thing. But ultimately, the West family came out on top, benefiting from the whole ordeal. With Ste gone and only a severed finger found, the Wests were seen as the biggest victims. That angle somehow got overlooked."

    A chill ran down Lizetta''s spine as she grasped the underlying meaning of Remington''s words, contemting a horrifying possibility.

    "You''re not suggesting that Martin had something to do with that kidnapping, are you?"

    The mere thought was terrifying.

    Yet, Remington''s expression didn''t change in the slightest, indicating he indeed harbored such suspicions.

    "The West family made their fortune through shady dealings; their methods were never clean. Even though Mr. West had ''cleaned up'' by the time he passed, Martin grew up in that environment. How could he possibly be as virtuous as he appears?"

    If Martin was indeed behind the kidnapping, it wasn''t entirely out of the question.

    Lizetta nervously fidgeted with the hem of Remington''s shirt. "He... He wouldn''t harm his own daughter, would he?"

    Remington raised an eyebrow. "Maybe Ste''s kidnapping was an ident."

    Lizetta caught on to what he was implying. Martin had orchestrated Remington''s kidnapping, but due to Ste wearing Remington''s jacket at the time, the kidnappers took her by mistake. To correct their error, they then abducted Remington, but by then, letting Ste go was not an option.

    If Martin discovered the mix-up toote, the situation could have spiraled beyond his control.

    It was a usible scenario.

    If that were the case, then Martin truly was a victim of his own making.

    No wonder Remington''s feelings towards Ste had shifted so dramatically.

    Such suspicions, even unconfirmed, were enough to send shivers down one''s spine and ruin any remnants of a past rtionship.

    "Even if Martin wasn''t behind the kidnapping, the West family''s repeated attempts to harm you and our children... The first time, I believed it was all Mrs. West''s doing. The second time, if the Wests and Ste still think they can y innocent, they''re really taking me for a fool."

    Remington gently caressed Lizetta''s cold cheek as he spoke.

    "How could I possibly show mercy to someone who''s repeatedly tried to harm me, someone with the heart of a serpent?"

    As he patiently exined, Lizetta realized she had indeed wronged him.

    Feeling a mix of guilt and embarrassment, she averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly.

    "Then why didn''t you make her keep her promise to leave Zion City?"

    Remington sighed, pinching her cheek gently before responding.

    "Liz, it''s precisely because the Wests are entangled with Daisy''s situation that I absolutely couldn''t let Ste leave the country."

    If Remington still harbored feelings

    for Ste, why would he allow her to be so harshly treated, leaving her bedridden for three months2

    AQUMS

    Lizetta paused, then it dawned on her.

    Abroad, the situation was tooplex, too full of loopholes.

    It was beyond Remington''s sphere of influence. Even with someone keeping an eye on Ste, there was no guarantee she wouldn''t try

    something or simply run away.

    With the Wests and Ste being problematic, it was safer to keep them where

    they could be closely monitored.

    "Oh."

    Her response came softly, yet the corners of her mouth couldn''t help but curl up slightly.

    Lifting her chin, Remington raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You''ve wronged me, and that''s all you have to say?"

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    The silhouette of the woman had long vanished from the doorway before

    Remington realized the significance of her words. She had, in a roundabout way, agreed to give him a chance.

    A smile, uncontroble and wide, spread across his lips as he lowered his gaze, his spirits visibly soaring despite his attempt to maintainposure.

    "Wow, Remi, you''re all lovesick this early in the morning. Seems like your quest to win your wife back has made some significant headway," came a teasing voice from the doorway.

    Lifting his eyes, Remington saw Timothy leaning casually against the doorframe, looking as dashing as ever in a casual white suit, fiddling with his sunsses.

    A step behind him, Cassius looked far less cheerful. Dressed in a dark, hooded tracksuit, his demeanor was cold as ice, as if he could pull a knife out of his pocket at any moment and give you a chill straight to the heart.

    Both men were tall and broad, nearly blocking the doorway, making it impossible for Cedric, who was carrying a food basket, to get through.

    "If you''re noting in, at least move aside. What kind of scene are you trying to set at the hospital door?" Cassius bumped into Timothy as he made his way into the room, only to be grabbed by Timothy and dragged along to the bedside.

    "Look at our great actor here, Cassius. He''s got that ''my heart''s been broken and now I''m hormonal'' look. Walking around with him, I''m afraid the security might think we''re here to cause trouble and kick us out," Timothy joked.

    Cassius''s expression turned even colder as he shrugged off Timothy''s arm and sat down on the couch, retorting, "Remi needs his rest. Are you here to visit or to disturb him?"

    Timothy clicked his tongue, "Oh, so he can''t even mention his breakup? Acting all secretive won''t restore his pride. At least Remi''s open about chasing his wife, bold and

    do, and that''s why he''s making progress. Aren''t you going to share with us, Remi? When can we celebrate you and Liz''s big day?"

    unashamed. That''s what met

    Cassius scoffed, clearly skeptical. He couldn''t believe it. A small mistake on his part and Ynda had cut him offpletely, avoiding him at all costs, refusing even to see him.

    And yet Remington, after all the drama, was supposedly making progress in winning his wife back? Timothy must be joking.

    Besides, even if there was progress, it wasn''t like Remington to share such personal details with Timothy.

    However, in the next moment, Cassius was proven wrong.

    Remington, with a rxed look that had reced his usual stern demeanor, actually patted Timothy''s shoulder and said, "There is

    progress. Although it''s a bit early for wedding bells, Liz has indeed agreed to let me pursue her."

    Timothy wasn''t surprised at all by this revtion; he hade prepared. After identally letting something slip to Lizetta before, he had been worried about any potential fallout between her and Remington. So, he made sure to keep an eye on Remington''s

    activities over the past few days.

    Learning that Remington and Lizetta had spent a night together in the cemetery,

    Timothy arrived first thing in the morning, ready to either take credit for any

    positive developments or apologize for any mishaps.

    Seeing Remington''s radiant smile at the hospital door, Timothy knew his visit was well-timed.

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    Remi''s fox-like grin widened, "Hey, congrats Remi! Surely, I yed a part in this victory, didn''t I?"

    Cassius couldn''t stand Timothy''s smug look and quickly chimed in.

    "Even if Remi''s making headway in wooing hisdy, what''s that got to do with you? Besides, what kind of progress is that? He''s still in the chase, isn''t he?"

    To Cassius, this didn''t seem like any progress at all.

    Remi shot him a look, "You wouldn''t understand."

    Why did Cassius feel that look was full of disdain?

    "How would I not understand? Ever since Remi got divorced, hasn''t he been on the chase? And here he is, still chasing."

    Timothy gave Cassius a look that was hard to decipher, bewildered at how the acimed actor could be so clueless.

    On set, the guy could empathize with any character, suggesting a high level of emotional intelligence.

    Yet, away from the cameras, Cassius''s EQ seemed to plummet.

    "Of course it''s different. It''s likeparing having a driver''s license to driving without one."

    "Chasing a woman and driving a car? What''s the connection?"

    Cassius clearly still didn''t get it.

    Timothy moved closer, trying again.

    "Let me put it this way, chasing a girl without her blessing is like being a relentless pest. But now, if she gives you the nod to court her, it means she''s epting your affection and intentions. As long as you don''t mess up, you''re practically the boyfriend-in-waiting."

    Cassius raised an eyebrow, "So, you''re saying all this time Remi''s been nothing but a relentless pest to Litchi?"

    Timothy, "..."

    Was that really the takeaway?

    And besides, were such brutal truths something you could just blurt out?

    Feeling the chill emanating from the hospital bed across the room, Timothy gritted his teeth and shot Cassius a re.

    "I''m talking about you! Your current pursuit of Ms. Ynda is nothing but relentless pestering."

    Cassius''s face darkened, and he let out a derisiveugh.

    "Me, pestering her? That''s rich. Which of your eyes saw that? Ha, she''ll be the one crying and begging toe back to me."

    Hollywood is no easy ride, and

    although Ynda has signed with the Madden Group''s entertainmentpany, her feud with Glory Media means trouble ahead.

    Ynda''s average talents and fiery temper make her an easy target in the industry without a strong backing.

    At Madden Media, Ynda thought she had Ms. Madden''s support, but thepany''s current head, Eartha Porter Madden, Lizetta''s

    stepmother, is preupied With her own challenges.

    He was waiting for Ynda, that naive girl, to hit rock bottom ande crawling back to him.

    Remi nced at Cassius, who seemed hell-bent on

    self-destruction, and chose to stay silent. Some lessons had to be.

    learned the hard way, with a

    advice

    BUMS

    from others falling on deaf ears.

    Turning to Timothy, he said, "Pick any car from my garage."

    Timothy''s eyes sparkled, though he hade hoping for a reward, he hadn''t expected it to be this generous.

    Despite Remi''sck of interest in cars, only using a few regrly, those in his garage were collectors'' items, each worth a fortune.

    Rubbing his hands together, Timothy hesitated, "This... seems a bit much, doesn''t it? I mean, all I did was offer a few words."

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    "Just some extra words with Litchi, I''m ttered, really."

    Remington raised an eyebrow, "Well then, forget it..."

    Timothy cut him off swiftly, "Even so, who can put a price on my golden words? So, I won''t be shy with you, Remi. Much appreciated. With that attitude, I bet this year we''ll be toasting to you and Litchi''s wedding."

    Cassius watched Timothy''s sycophantic disy with a feeling of suffocation, his irritation growing.

    He stood up, "I need some fresh air."

    He strode out quickly, while Cedric had just finished preparing breakfast, setting up the tray over the bed, before making his exit, leaving Timothy and Remington to their private conversation.

    "Now that things between you and Litchi are going so smoothly, should I maybe speed things up on my end?"

    The Starlight Group and the Temple Group had been coborating in secret over the past couple of months.

    This coboration was closely aligned with the three projects that the Starlight Group had previously worked on deeply with the West family.

    Timothy was well aware that this was all part of Remington''s n,id out over two months ago, to eventually push the West family out of the Starlight Group''s big picture.

    But the coboration with the Temple Group was still under wraps, and Martin waspletely in the dark about it.

    Just the other day, Martin had attended a finance summit, delivering the opening speech and sharing his visions for NovaTech Innovations'' future, blissfully unaware of the futile path ahead.

    "No need to rush; sticking to the original n is best."

    Hastiness could lead to mistakes, revealing our hand to Martin before we''re ready, which would onlyplicate matters.

    Timothy nodded in agreement, "Alright."

    Yet, he couldn''t help but feel a bit mncholic about how good the rtionship between Remington and the West family used to be. Who would have thought it woulde to this?

    Glory Media.

    First thing in the morning, Ste and Margaret Miller walked into the building arm in arm, both donned in limited edition designer outfits, their makeup impable, exuding an air of high society luxury.

    Ste was also holding arge bouquet of flowers, chatting andughing as they went.

    Their presence seemed to carry a fragrant breeze as they passed.

    After they entered the elevator, the receptionist and other employees waiting in the lobby began to gossip.

    "Howe you''re back at thepany after being trashed online and officially dismissed?"

    The subject of the gossip was, of course, Margaret.

    Another employee gave her a look as if she were clueless.

    "So what if she got a bit of bacsh? All publicity is good publicity. In a few days, no one will even

    remember this. With her familyon et

    status she''s still the envy of everyone-a true blue-blooded beauty."

    von

    "Yeah, whether she''s dismissed or not, it''s just for show. Glory Media is owned by the Miller family, so naturally, she cane and go as she pleases."

    "But I heard you managed to upset Mr. Dashiell from the Starlight Group. Even our Chairman Miller wouldn''t dare to cross him, that''s why it blew up so much."

    "What does that matter? Haven''t you seen how close you are with Ms. West?"

    Another tall employee joined the conversation.

    "What does Ms. West have to do with this?"

    The employees who were out of the loop were now fully puzzled.

    The tall employee straightened up, basking in a sense of superiority.

    "You don''t know? Ms. West is Mr. Dashiell''s childhood sweetheart and his lifesaver. She''s going to be the futuredy of the Starlight Group With Ms. West mediating your little disagreement with Mr. Dashiell, whispering sweet nothings. bound to have been resolved ages ago!"

    "Really?"

    The crowd, buzzing with the revtion of such significant insider information, was thoroughly shocked.

    The tall employee, feeling even more superior, nced around to ensure no senior management was present, then pulled out his phone.

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    "Of course it''s real, I''ll show you a video and you''ll see for yourself."

    "What video? Hurry up!"

    Soon, everyone huddled together and watched a blurry video.

    The video clearly depicted a high society party, with dazzling lights and a rxed atmosphere in the VIP lounge.

    Ste, who was obviously too drunk, was resting on Margaret''s shoulder on the sofa.

    Nearby, two heiresses were yfully fighting and suddenly knocked over a candlestick on the table.

    The candlestick fell, igniting Ste''s dress hem, and screams filled the air.

    Ste, reacting a beat too slow, raised her hand to pat out the mes on her dress, but her glove caught fire instead.

    "Oh no! The glove''s on fire!"

    "Quick, take off the glove!"

    "What... What happened? How did my little finger get... burned off?"

    As a few of the heiresses rushed over to help, everyone watched as the fire

    burned through where Ste''s little finger should have been.

    In a panic and attempting to leave, Ste was stopped by Margaret who pulled off

    her glove, revealing a grotesque and strange four-fingered hand.

    Instantly, there was another wave of screams and panic.

    "Oh my God! She''s missing her little finger!"

    Someone couldn''t help but exim aloud, causing Ste''s face to drastically change. Unable to bear the shock and everyone''s astonished gazes, she quickly hid her hand behind her back and said.

    "Sorry, I didn''t mean to scare everyone. I got a burn and need to take care of it."

    After mustering the courage to speak, she turned and hurried toward the restroom, her figure both defiant and fragile.

    Margaret shot a re at those present and quickly followed after her.

    The room fell silent for a moment before someone finally spoke, their voice filled with disbelief.

    "How could her little finger be missing..."

    "No wonder she wears gloves every day. We thought it was because of burn scars, but this is horrifying!"

    ...

    The video ended there.

    But the group of employees who had gathered to watch the video were stunned. Ste had been working at theirpany for half a month.

    They had all envied Ste''s background, but never imagined that beneath those gloves was a disfigured body.

    It was inconceivable and deeply sympathetic.

    "But, what does this have to do with Mr. Dashiell?"

    "Of course it''s rted. After that party, several of the heiresses went home and asked their parents. They then discovered that about a decade ago, Mr. Dashiell and Ms. West were kidnapped together.

    Ms. West''s little finger was cut off in an attempt to dy the kidnappers, giving Mr Dashiell a chance to escape. Over the years, Mr. Dashiell hasn''t stopped looking for Ms. West. When he founded the Starlight Group, the star was named Ste'' after her."

    As he finished speaking, the room erupted into a mixture of admiration for Ste''s bravery andpassion.

    They marveled at the deep bond and childhood friendship between Ste and Remington.

    Naturally, there were skeptics, but their doubts were quickly drowned out by louder voices of support and soon faded away amidst other discussions.

    The elevator arrived, and the group, still discussing, crowded inside.

    The tall man who had shared the video stepped back from the crowd and entered

    a nearby stairwell.

    He took out his phone and made a call, "It''s done, the video''s been spread. Give it a couple of days, and it''ll circte through all the

    employee groups in Zion City,, el.ne

    reaching small andrgepanies alike. Everyone will know about the story between Ms. West and Mr. Dashiell."

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    Upstairs, Margaret stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her smartphone in hand, idly drawing circles on the ss with her finger, a smirk ying on her lips.

    A sense of triumph was written all over her face. Swinging public opinion was child''s y for her, whether online or in real life.

    Even though Remington had been cold towards Ste at the club the other night, showing a baffling protectiveness towards Lizetta and that wretched Ynda instead, the fact that he and Ste were divorced meant their chapter was closed. To a sessful man like Remington, reputation and profit were paramount.

    Ste saving him was a fact, and the Dashiell and West families had been long- standing business partners.

    Spreading this story would mean Remington, for the sake of his reputation and public opinion, would surely choose Ste.

    The Starlight Group''s swift decision to coborate with Glory Media for their annual g was proof enough.

    What chance did someone like Lizetta, without significant family backing and already kicked to the curb, stand inparison?

    Even if Mr. Dashiell still harbored feelings for his ex-wife, keeping her as a secret affair was one thing.

    Helping Ste achieve her goal, thereby ensuring her ce as Mrs. Dashiell, would naturally make her more reliant on Margaret. The benefits were plentiful.

    With her ns swirling in her mind, Margaret pocketed her phone and turned to join the group of colleagues surrounding Ste.

    "Congrattions, Ms. West! Barely a month into the job and you''ve already set an example for us all, snagging the Starlight Group''s annual g project with such ease!"

    ¡°That''s nothing for Ms. West, heiress of the West family. Her connection with Mr. Dashiell is all it took. Didn''t you see Mr. Winters from the Starlight Group personally delivering the contract?"

    "That''s not fair to say. Ms. West must have secured this contract through her own exceptional capabilities, presenting an annual g proposal that satisfied the Starlight Group. It''s got nothing to do with Mr. Dashiell."

    "Exactly, my bad for speaking out of turn. Ms. West''spetence is there for us all to see."

    Ste stood among the crowd, a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

    They were a gift from Margaret, who had heard about the signing with the

    Starlight Group and hade over to celebrate.

    Ste responded with a graceful, modest smile, "You guys are too kind. It''s all

    thanks to Glory Media''s reputation and our collective efforts."

    Margaret stepped forward, linking her arm with Ste''s, and announced to everyone.

    "I''ve booked a private room for tonight. Let''s go karaoke all night to celebrate for Ms. West. You all bettere; it''ll be fun."

    Cheers erupted, and Ste, arm in arm with Margaret, headed towards her small office.

    She looked back, instructing, "Sibyl, could you check the meeting room again? Make sure the snacks and drinks are ready. We can''t neglect Mr. Winters from the Starlight Group when he arrives."  swnovel

    Just then, Ste''s phone rang.

    Margaret''s eyes lit up, urging, "Check it, it must be Mr. Winters. Didn''t he say he left the Starlight Group half an hour ago? He should be here by now."

    Margaret was plotting. The Starlight Group''s g, hosted by Glory Media, would be an event brimming with who''s who of Zion City.

    She had to make the most of this g. If she could orchestrate a moment for Remington to publicly acknowledge that the ''star'' in the Starlight Group was named after Ste, everything would fall into ce.  swnovel

    Ste was looking forward to it too. Signing the contract meant she''d have

    ore reasons to interact with

    Remington and the Starlight Group, under the guise of work.  swnovel

    Checking her phone, Ste''s face broke into a broader smile.

    Indeed, it was Mr. Winters calling. She quickly answered.

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    "Mr. Winters, have you made it to the parking lot yet? Or should Ie down and meet you myself?"

    However, the voice that came through the phone was Mr. Winters, panicked and desperate.

    "Ms. West! You''ve got to help me, please! It''s all a big misunderstanding, I swear. Could you possibly talk to Mr. Dashiell for me, get me a chance to exin things to him face to face? I..."

    Ste was puzzled and furrowed her brows as she interrupted Mr. Winters.

    "Mr. Winters, hold on a second. What are you talking about? Weren''t you on your way here with the contract? What''s all this about needing rescue and pleading for mercy? I can''t make heads or tails of it."

    Ste had a bad feeling about this. She lowered her voice and quickened her pace towards her office.

    But Margaret had been speaking so loudly, and Ste''s odd reaction upon picking up the phone didn''t go unnoticed by the ever-watchful employees.

    As Ste''s office door shut behind her, whispers spread like wildfire.

    "What''s going on? Could the deal have fallen through?"

    "No way! Have you guys seen the video that''s been going around in the group chat? My god, it turns out Ms. West isn''t just Mr. Dashiell''s childhood sweetheart; she''s also his lifesaver."

    They murmured among themselves.

    Inside the office, Ste''splexion had turned grim.

    Mr. Winters was still on the line, pleading like a man out of options.

    "Embezzling funds, pocketing bonuses, buying cars and designer bags for female staff, signing shady deals, snatching others''

    achievements through bribery and connections for promotions. These usations arepletely baseless, pure nder!  swnovel

    Ms. West, please, I''m begging you to speak to Mr. Dashiell on my behalf. I swear, if you help me out this time I''ll be eternally grateful. Once you''re Mrs. Dashiell, you''ll need your own allies and eyes within the Starlight Group, right?"  swnovel

    It took Ste a moment to process everything.

    Just five minutes ago, an anonymous letter using Mr. Winters of various misdeeds had spread like wildfire through the Starlight Group''s internalwork.

    Mr. Winters was in total panic.

    Ste was overwhelmed. Even if she had the influence to speak on Mr. Winters'' behalf in front of Remington, given Mr. Winters'' frantic state, it was clear he was guilty of something. It wasn''t simply a case of being falsely used.

    "Mr. Winters, where are you now? Do you have the contract with you? Look, if these are all false usations, let''s just sign the contract first, and then I''ll see what I can do..."

    Ste was only concerned about the contract. What happened to Mr. Winters was none of her business.

    She tried to appease him, hoping to get the contract signed. But Mr. Winters wasn''t fooled.

    He snapped back, "Ms. West, just yesterday you said that once I bring this deal to Glory Media, I''d be considered one of our own. You promised to put in a good word for me with Mr. Dashiell. Now, before we''ve even signed the contract, you''re backing out? If that''s how it is, then forget the contract. I''ll head back to the Starlight Group right now and sort out my own issues!"  swnovel

    Ste clenched her phone in frustration. Everything was set up on her end, the news had been spread, and even the all-night celebration had been arranged.

    If the deal fell through, she''d be the butt of the joke.

    Damn it, what rotten luck to be used at such a critical moment.

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    Ste was a bundle of nerves but quickly tried to offer somefort.

    "Okay, why don''t you bring the contract over, and I''ll give Remington a call right now to discuss your situation. Don''t worry, if it''s just a misunderstanding, we can clear it up. Let''s talk more when we meet, just try to calm down ande over as soon as you can."

    "You mean Ms. West is really willing to help me speak to Mr. Dashiell? You''re really going to call him now?"

    Mr. Winters sounded like he had just grabbed a lifeline.

    "I''m calling right now, why would I lie? Hurry up ande over," Ste responded immediately, wanting to reassure Mr. Winters until he brought over the contract.

    "Okay, okay, I''ll bring the contract and see Ms. West right away."

    Mr. Winters seemed somewhat pacified by her promise and agreed toe.

    After hanging up, Margaret approached Ste with concern.

    "What''s going on?"

    Ste briefly exined the situation, frowning as she spoke.

    "This is just too coincidental..."

    She remembered how Liz had been escorted out of Starlight Group''s building by security the day before. And now, Mr. Winters himself was facing the prospect of being ousted from Starlight Group. Could Liz be connected to all this?

    No, that seemed imusible. If Liz had that kind of influence, she wouldn''t have been so easily dismissed yesterday. Without the backing of the Dashiells, what was she? Just someone hoping for Remington''s favor.

    If Liz had indeed sought Remington''s intervention, getting rid of Mr. Winters would be a simple matter, not requiring any roundabout measures like an anonymous report. It was more likely that Mr. Winters had been careless in his dealings and had finally caught up with him.

    Closing the deal was a matter of minutes. Once the contract was signed, she could easily brush off Winters with a few words.

    Ste felt somewhat relieved, and Margaret didn''t seem too concerned either.

    "No worries, if he''s bringing the contract, what''s there to be afraid of? Let''s go wait for him together."

    They walked out arm in arm.

    Meanwhile, at Starlight Group, Liz had already arrived at the HR department with her proposal in hand.

    Her day was going smoothly. When she arrived, she ran into the same security guards who had escorted her out the day before. Liz didn''t pay them much mind and tried to walk past, but the guards rushed over, bending over backwards to apologize profusely.

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    "It''s okay, you were just doing your job. I understand," she assured them.

    Touched by her understanding, the guards were even more enthusiastic about escorting her to the HR department.

    Employees who had witnessed Liz being escorted out by these guards yesterday were now surprised to see them treating her with such respect today They quickly went back to gossiping about the deputy O director''s reported misconduct. C¨®ntent belongs to swnovel

    Liz didn''t have to wait long before being led into the director''s office.

    The HR director of Starlight Group, Mrs. ra, was a woman in her forties with a sharp, efficient look. Sporting a short haircut and dressed in a sleek, forest-green pantsuit, her presence was bothmanding and poised.  swnovel

    Hearing footsteps, she looked up to see Liz approaching with a smile.

    "Hello, Mrs. ra, I''m Lizetta Madden from Madden Media''s project team. Thank you for taking the time to see me."

    She extended her hand, which Mrs. ra shook before gesturing for Liz to sit with her in a morefortable seating area.

    Once they were seated and sipping coffee provided by an assistant, Mrs. ra studied Liz for a moment before speaking. "Leaving Starlight Group for Madden Media, you even changed yourst name?"

    It was clear Mrs. ra recognized Liz.

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    Lizzie had been a clerk in the executive suite, unlike Mr. Winters who had only

    been transferred this year,pletely unfamiliar with Lizzie. Mrs. ra, however, had met Lizzie before.

    After all, such a stunning beauty, even if just a lowly clerk, could hardly go unnoticed.

    Lizzie wasn''t surprised, offering a light smile, "This probably has nothing to do with our meeting today, Mrs. ra. Here''s our letter of intent. We''re very sincere, and I believe you might want to take a look."

    Seeing her reluctance to borate, Mrs. ra didn''t pry further, but she didn''t take the letter of intent from Lizzie, just raising an eyebrow.

    "Ms. Madden, I''ve already put Mr. Winters in charge of the annual g, and from what I''ve heard, he seemed to have finalized a deal with Glory Media just yesterday."

    Lizzie smiled too, "But, isn''t Mr. Winters about to be suspended for an investigation?"

    Mrs. ra''s eyebrow twitched.

    The news of the heiress of the Madden Group making her return had caught her attention.

    Lizzie leaving the Starlight Group, and now suddenly changing herst name to Madden, Mrs. ra had already guessed her identity.

    And with Mr. Winters''s incident happening just this morning, Lizzie knowing so quickly was no ident. It was clearly prearranged, meaning Mr. Winters''s troubles were indeed rted to Lizzie, and connected to yesterday''s incident when Mr. Winters had security remove someone.

    These thoughts shed through her mind as Mrs. ra sipped her coffee and smiled.

    "Ms. Madden is quite well-informed. I didn''t even know about Mr. Winters''s imminent suspension."

    Lizzie looked at Mrs. ra, blinked, and nodded.

    "I have great faith in Starlight Group''s efficiency. They definitely wouldn''t ignore such aint."

    Mrs. ra, who had married and conceivedter in life, now sported a slight baby bump. But as a career-driven woman, she wasn''t about to let pregnancy slow her down.

    Mr. Winters, of average ability, had been promoted during Mrs. ra''s maternity leave, through a connection with a shareholder of the Starlight Group.

    Upon returning from maternity leave, whether Mrs. ra would seize the opportunity to promote herself over Mr. Winters was uncertain, but his ambition was clear.

    Now, with Mr. Winters reported, Lizzie didn''t have the power to suspend him immediately.

    But Lizzie believed Mrs. ra wouldn''t miss such an excellent opportunity.

    Moreover, Lizzie believed that Mrs. ra must also know the issue with the deputy director was rted to her.

    Otherwise, Mrs. ra wouldn''t have agreed to meet so promptly.

    Their eyes met, with unspoken amusement flickering in both.

    Mrs. ra suddenlyughed, picking up the letter of intent Lizzie had ced on the desk, "Ms. Madden, please wait. I still need to review the proposals from otherpanies forparison before I can give you an answer."  swnovel

    "Of course I''m very confident because Madden Media indeed

    Mrs. ra stood, "I''ll be looking forward to it."

    Fifteen minutester, Lizzie left Mrs. ra''s office, escorted out personally by her.

    Their conversation had clearly been very pleasant, parting with a handshake. In Lizzie''s hand was now a contract.

    As for Glory Media...

    Ste and Margaret, along with a few others, were waiting at the elevator entrance for Mr. Winters to arrive.

    ??? ?

    Ste didn''t stop the crowd from following a collective wee seemed more formal, and besides, once Mr. Winters saw the scene, he wouldn''t have much to question.  swnovel

    With the atmosphere set, sealing the contract would be a done deal.

    Ding dong.

    With a chime, the elevator doors opened.

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    Winters was fuming, his voice raised as he tossed the contract at Ste with all his might.

    The pages hit Ste in the face before scattering around her.

    One of the edges even nicked Ste''s nose, leaving a small, stinging cut.

    She stumbled backwards, met with gasps of shock from those around.

    Winters made to advance, but an employee, sensing trouble, called security, and they dragged Winters away.

    Ste and Margaret retreated to their office under the curious and questioning gazes of their colleagues.

    As soon as the blinds were drawn, Ste let loose a torrent of curses.

    "What a mess! Serves him right for getting reported. Ruining himself and trying to drag others down with him, what an idiot!"

    She was in full rant mode when the office door opened.

    The intern came in holding the contract that had struck Ste.

    "Where should I put this?"

    Seeing the contract made Ste feel humiliated, as if the intern was there to rub salt in her wound. Her expression soured.

    "Who let you in? Get out!" she snapped.

    "It was me who asked him to bring it in. Calm down," Margaret interjected, taking the contract from him.

    The intern vanished in an instant.

    Ste grabbed a mirror to examine the small cut on her nose, irritated.

    "Why''d you make him pick up the contract?"

    "What if The Starlight Group had already signed it?"

    Margaret flipped through the contract quickly, Ste''s hopes lighting up momentarily.

    She leaned in eagerly, only to be disappointed.

    The contract was clean, without any signatures or stamps.

    Ste snatched the contract, intending to toss it in the trash, but Margaret stopped her.

    "Wait, don''t throw it away just yet. Take it back to The Starlight Groupter. Winters might be a lost cause, but maybe The Starlight Group''s director will be more reasonable."

    After all, her little video wasn''t meant to be spread for nothing.

    Ste considered it for a moment and then nodded. "I''ll contact The Starlight

    Group now and try to set up a meeting with Mrs. ra."

    She immediately called The Starlight Group''s HR department.

    The call connected quickly, and Ste expressed her desire to schedule a meeting with Mrs. ra to discuss the annual g

    ve

    coboration. To her surprise, the response was less than hopeful.

    "I''m sorry, but Mrs. ra''s schedule is full today. Moreover, regarding the annual g coboration, we''ve already signed a contract with anotherpany."

    Ste couldn''t believe it.

    Winters had just brought her the contract, nearly securing the deal, and now The Starlight Group had signed with someone else?

    "That can''t be right. Are you sure? Mr. Winters and I had just finalized everything yesterday. It was all set except for signing."

    "I''m sorry, I''m not aware of the specifics, but Mr. Winters is under suspension and investigation. All contracts handled by him are being reassessed. And yes, the g contract has indeed been signed."

    A bad feeling washed over Ste, and she pressed for more information.

    "Whichpany did you sign with?"

    There was no attempt to hide it, the voice on the other end cheerfully replied.

    "It was with Madden Media."

    In that moment, Ste gritted her teeth in rage, her hands trembling as she gripped her phone.

    Of course!

    It all had to be Lizetta''s doing, that backstabber!

    Damn Lizetta, even after leaving Zion City, why did she have toe back?

    Why did she have topete with Ste for everything?

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    Ste, in a fit of rage, hurled her phone across the room.

    It smashed into the floor, shattered into pieces.

    Margaret gasped in shock, frowning deeply. "What the heck are you doing?!"

    Ste''s eyes were red with tears. "Maggie, the Starlight Group''s annual project was snagged by Madden Media, all thanks to Lizetta''s scheming! She''s back and clearly hasn''t given up on Remington. He''s already feeling guilty over their past, and now Lizetta''s using work as an excuse to wrap him around her finger again... I might as well give up."

    As Ste''s head drooped, tears fell freely.

    Margaret''s eyes shed with disdain at Ste''s defeated posture. She stepped forward, taking Ste''s hand. "Why are you giving up so easily? If you back down, Lizetta, that little witch, will win. And let''s not forget about Ynda, loud and obnoxious as ever. They''ll be living it up, unting Mrs. Dashiell''s title while dancing on our heads. Are you okay with that?"

    Ste bit her lip. "Of course, I''m not okay with it, but... Remington''s falling under Lizetta''s spell, growing distant from me. Does he even remember our childhood bond? After all, men are all the same. Lizetta''s younger, prettier, and knows her way around a dance floor-not to mention the bedroom. She can satisfy him in ways I never could, especially with my disability."

    Ste''s despair grew, fueling Margaret''s frustration.

    "Your disability is your strongest weapon; you got hurt saving Remington! And Mr. Dashiell isn''t heartless. Why else would he keep doing business with the West family?"

    Ste''s spirits lifted momentarily. "Really?"

    But her hope quickly faded. "But how could Lizetta pull off getting Winters suspended? It must be Remington taking away the contract from Glory Media to appease Lizetta after yesterday''s incident. If he''s acting this way, maybe he''s considering remarriage. What if he doesn''t want to marry me?"

    Margaret, equally infuriated, saw the

    value in securing the Starlight

    Group''s event for Glory Media''s reputation. All ruined by Lizetta!

    Margaret vowed revenge. "If Mr. Dashiell won''t willingly marry you, we''ll make it

    so he has no choice. Trust me; I''ll handle it!"

    Lizetta''s allure? Her youth and innocence? Margaret nned to strip her of it all, forcing Remington into a corner.

    Ste leaned on Margaret, a slight

    smile breaking through her team one

    "Maggie, thank you. I''d be lost,

    without you. I''ll do anything you say. We''ll always be as close ass sisters."

    *

    Meanwhile, Lizetta, holding the fresh contract, couldn''t believe her luck as she got into her car.

    She had always found Winters to be a schemer, someone who disregarded the rules in favor of currying favor with the powerful.

    Suspecting his integrity, she had him thoroughly investigated, uncovering a slew of issues.

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    Early in the morning, when Liz found out that Mr. Winters had gone to Glory Media to deliver a contract, she quickly had all the information gathered and sent out a whistleblower email.

    Now, with Mr. Winters suspended and under investigation, she felt like she had sessfully rooted out a mole for the Starlight Group.

    Remington really owed her one.

    Sometimes, it''s like the universe is listening; just as Liz was thinking about Remington, her phone buzzed with a new message.

    She picked it up to see a WhatsApp message from Remington himself.

    Opening it, Liz was surprised to find a selfie from him.

    In the photo, he was in the backseat of a car, sunlight streaming through the window, his shirt slightly unbuttoned to reveal a distinct corbone.

    A ray of sunlight, carrying both light and shadow, brushed right past the edge of his sharp Adam''s apple, nestling in the hollow of his neck.

    The man''s handsome face was rxed and content, his eyebrows stretched, and his profile was resting against the big head of a creamy teddy bear.

    His deep eyes stared at the screen, perhaps influenced by the dark, dull eyes beside him, losing their usual deep and sharp look, and instead, there was a hint of a pitiful shine.

    And soon after, he texted her.

    [Just a heads-up, Ms. Madden, you''ve left me and it behind. Feeling wronged.jpg]

    He even attached a crying cat emoji.

    Liz couldn''t help but smile as she read his text and nced back at the photo, her lips curving up.

    She quickly typed a reply.

    [Mr. Dashiell, men in their thirties shouldn''t be acting cute.]

    His response came almost instantly, as if he had been waiting by his phone.

    [I''m not acting cute!]

    Liz raised an eyebrow, about to reply, when she saw his follow-up.

    [I''m just being affectionate.]

    If it weren''t for the fact that she had personally unblocked him on WhatsApp, she might have doubted this was really Remington.

    She fought to keep her smile in check.

    [Men in their thirties shouldn''t be whining either!]

    [I''m not yet thirty, and besides, Grandma taught me...]

    He left his sentence hanging, and Liz was curious.

    What had Fiona Dashiell taught him?

    Could it be some secret tips on wooing a wife?

    Driven by curiosity, even though she could I tell he was baiting her into

    askine

    she slowly typed a

    mark. noeine

    [Grandma said, a man who whines is a man who''s loved, and they lead the best lives.]

    Liz couldn''t help butugh softly; that did sound like something Fiona Dashiell would say.

    She pressed her lips together to suppress her smile before replying.

    [Such a good grandson.]

    In the

    Remingseat of a Bentley,

    teddy bear, the scattered documents on hisp no longer of any interest.

    His long fingers tapped on his phone,

    finding the typing indicator

    as ng for her reply, almost

    Seeing Liz''s intentionally brief praise, Remington let out a few amused huffs of dissatisfaction.

    The little brat was getting cheekier by the day, not taking her "big brother" seriously anymore.

    But this light and cheerful atmosphere was truly nostalgic. Remington silently noted this moment in his heart, replying with a smile.

    [I''ll pick you up for lunch, we can eat together, and I''ll bring it along.]

    He watched the chat eagerly, but Liz''s rejection was blunt.

    [I''m busy at noon. Keep the bear, it seems to match you quite well.] Remington turned to nce at the silly bear, his face full of distaste.

    A lunch he couldn''t secure, a bear of no use - how did it match him at all!

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    Remington threw a punch that sent the guy''s head banging against the car window before snapping back, identally nting a kiss on the man''s handsome face.

    With a click of his tongue, Remington went back to texting on WhatsApp.

    "Got any ns for your lunch break?"

    "Babe, let''s get the hierarchy straight here."

    Lizetta''s reply was a bright reminder for someone not to expect her to report her every move, especially when they weren''t even officially dating.

    Seeing her cold response, Remington gritted his teeth.

    "Alright, what about in the afternoon then?"

    Lizetta had never known Remington to be this clingy. It seemed like he was on a mission to book every single breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her for the next month.

    She was almost convinced that if she said the afternoon was no good, he''d start asking about breakfast the next day.

    Before she could even reply, the man called her.

    As soon as Lizetta answered, Remington''s deep voice filled her ear.

    "Mr. Temple''s birthday bash is in a couple of days. Let''s go together. There''s a small auction happening after dinner, mostly antiques and collectibles, which are right up the old man''s alley. It would be the perfect chance to pick up a birthday gift for Mr. Temple."

    Remington hadn''t mentioned bringing Lizetta to the Temple family''s gathering to meet Mr. Daisynes.

    He was worried about potentialplications and preferred to keep it under wraps for now.

    That way, if Mr. Daisynes didn''t show, there''d be no disappointment; and if he did,

    it would be a pleasant surprise for Lizetta.

    "Mr. Temple''s having a birthday, huh?"

    Lizetta recalled the times she''d visited the Temple household with Remington during her childhood.

    She remembered Mr. Temple as a kind and gentle elder, always treating the younger ones with warmth and fairness.

    She even got a Christmas bonus from him once, so she wasn''t opposed to attending Mr. Temple''s birthday bash.

    But...

    "I''ll just go with my brother," she declined.

    The Temples would likely send an invitation to Maple Cottage.

    It made more sense for her to attend with Jerome.

    Besides, Lizetta and Remington were divorced and not back together. Showing up with him would send the wrong message, suggesting a reconciliation that wasn''t on the cards.

    On the other end, Remington fell silent.

    His disappointment and sadness seemed to travel through the phone.

    "You did agree to give us another shot," he said, his voice low and heavy. Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat, feeling an unexpected pang of guilt.

    She bit her lip, reminding herself to stay clear-headed and not to be swayed by his words into agreeing to something she wasn''t ready for.

    If she went as Remington''s date, it would practically announce their reunion, and she wasn''t there yet.

    Before she could reassert her stance, Remington spoke again, softer this time.

    "I understand your concerns and respect your choice. I''ll go by myself."

    Lizetta was taken aback by his

    understanding response. Knowim et

    him as someone usually so

    determined and stubborn, it was a surprise to see him back down.

    Then, he added, "As for tonight''s auction, it''s just a casual event, nothing major. Just a stroll through, really. You can''t say no to that, can you?"

    His voice dipped at the end, as if another rejection would truly hurt him.

    Lizetta pondered for a moment then replied, "Okay, tonight it is. But I''m having dinner at home first."

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    Jerome''s illness hit harder this time, and the doctor rmended a full two days of IV therapy.

    He wasn''t getting discharged until this afternoon, and Liz had promised him first thing in the morning that she''d be there to pick him up and they''d head back to Maple Cottage for a homemade dinner.

    Upon hearing Liz agree to apany him to the auction, Remington didn''t push his luck any further and simply nodded.

    "Alright, the auction starts at 8:30, so I''ll pick you up from Maple Cottage at 8 sharp."

    Liz nodded, then added, "Park your car on River Road. I''ll walk over to meet you."

    There was a moment of silence from Remington''s end.

    "Liz, am I that much of an embarrassment to you?"

    After a brief pause, he sighed¡ªa sigh that seemed to carry a weight of disappointment.

    Liz started to feel guilty before she could even exin, Remington continued.

    "Are you falling for Jerome? Are you worried he''ll find out you''re going out with me? Liz, are you trying to y both sides? And to top it off, Jerome is the one in the clear."

    He implied he was the secret.

    Of course, that wasn''t her intention. It was just that if Jerome saw Remington picking her up, her grandfather might find out.

    After being hurt by Remington so deeply, and only having returned a few days ago, if her grandfather found out she had softened towards Remington...

    Her grandfather would be furious.

    Realizing this, Liz suddenly wondered if her romantic side was resurfacing. How else could she exin forgiving a man who had spent a whole night on his knees begging for her forgiveness?

    She was starting to regret even giving Remington the chance to pursue her.

    But then again, this situation wasn''t entirely her fault.

    He didn''t even try to understand her situation and had the audacity to use her of ying both sides?

    With that thought, Liz instantly became annoyed, huffing, "I only agreed to let you pursue me, that doesn''t mean I''ve epted your advances. Even if I decided to be with someone else right now it''s none of your business!

    If you''reing to pick me up, do it my way, or don''t bother at all! I can go to the auction on my own."

    Remington''s voice, tight with frustration, seemed to pierce through the phone, causing Liz''s heart to flutter uncontrobly.

    However, after a moment, he simply replied with a touch of annoyance, "Liz, men have breast tissue too. If I end up with breast cancer, it''d be all your fault."

    But from his words, it was clear he had given in.

    Liz couldn''t help feeling a secret thrill, a sense of him endlesslypromising,

    indulging, and spoiling her.

    Her voice softened as she finally said, "Then... see you tonight."

    With that, she hung up first.

    Just then, the taxi pulled up not far from Madden Media''s building.

    Liz made her way back to her department and was about to sit down when Lilian emerged from Laura''s office and approached Liz''s desk with a knock.

    "Mrs. Laura wants to see you."

    Liz looked at Lilian, who shot her a schadenfreude-filled nce before walking away.

    Standing up, Liz knocked on Laura''s office door, not expecting to find Andrea Porter inside as well.

    Andrea was sitting on the couch,

    enjoying a cupcake. Spotting Liz, she greeted her with a smile, "Liz, you''re just getting in? It''s nearly noon. the project department always thisid-back? If I had known, I would''ve

    Yon

    asked my godmother to ce me in the project department too."

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    Lizetta barely nced at Andrea before she whipped out her phone and snapped a picture.

    "What are you doing?!" Andrea frowned.

    Lizetta rolled her eyes and waved her phone. "Don''t be jealous. I wasn''t just loafing around this morning. But posting this pic on thepany intr? Your department manager might think you''re having a too easy, chatting over desserts during work hours."

    Since Andrea had taken a jab at her for not working diligently.

    Lizetta wasn''t about to be polite either. Andrea immediately stood up and said, "You''ve got it all wrong. I came to pick up the project budget report. Mrs. Laura just hasn''t finished organizing it and asked me to wait here for a moment.

    Liz, by your logic, are you implying Mrs. Laura isn''t working diligently either by chatting with me?"

    Andrea stepped forward, frowning at Lizetta and continued, "It''s one thing to use me, but you can''t nder Mrs. Laura like that. As far as I know, she''s always been very dedicated to her work."

    Laura''s attitude towards her was clearly influenced by Eartha.

    Lizetta wasn''t afraid of offending Laura since her stance towards Laura was always dictated by Eartha''s whims.

    Therefore, Lizetta didn''t care about Andrea''s insinuations and simplyughed, saying, "I didn''t say anything. You''re the one implying Mrs. Laura isn''t working diligently, and you''re also the one defending her."

    Lizetta pped for Andrea mockingly, "Nice performance. What does Mrs. Laura think?"

    Andrea was left speechless with frustration, and seeing this, Laura came around the desk and said to Lizetta, "Let''s not make a big deal out of nothing. Liz is Ms. Madden; it''s okay if shees inte or even if she skips a few days. We shouldn''t let this cause any unpleasantness."

    Lizetta looked at Laura, "What do you mean by that?"

    Laura quickly smiled at her and added, "Don''t get me wrong. What I mean is, if you''re busy and need a few days off, it''s no problem. I''ll make sure everything is covered here. After all, it''s the Madden family''spany, and your happiness andfort are what''s

    most important.

    Besides, if you want to make a mark and show everyone your aplishments, I can arrange for you to be added to a few important projects as a responsible party."

    Laura''s smile was warm and appeasing, and Andrea looked on enviously, "Liz, Mrs. Laura is really good to you."

    Lizetta chuckled lightly. Was this Laura being nice?

    It seemed more like Laura was afraid of her actuallymitting to her job at thepany.

    "Mrs. Laura, I came here to work. I''ve been diligently finishing the tasks you assigned over the past few days. Where have I fallen short to make you think I''m here to y? Or what have I done to give you the impression that I''dfortably take credit for others'' work?"

    Laura was taken aback by Lizetta''s directness, struggling to respond. Andrea intervened, "Liz, Mrs. Laura has been nothing but supportive. Why are you deliberately misunderstanding her?"

    Laura regained herposure and frowned, "You''ve got it wrong. I heard..." "Heard what?"

    "Liz, there''s no need to hide it. Lilian already came in to report her work. We all know you were escorted out by the security at the Starlight Group, and the project hasn''t progressed at all, not even adetter of intent, straight into the trash. If not for considering your reputation, why else would Mrs. Laura go out of her way to help you by taking over someone else''s project? And yet, you still misunderstand Mrs. Laura."

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    Andrea shook her head in disbelief, as if Lizetta had truly bitten the hand that fed her.

    Lizetta, with a mocking smile, retorted, "So, just because Lilian says there''s been no progress, it means there''s been no progress? Mrs. Laura sure seems awfully interested in my project. Calling Lilian in first thing in the morning to inquire about it, or was Lilian just nted by Mrs. Laura to keep tabs on me, reporting every little detail?"

    Laura''s face soured, her voice dropping low, "As a department manager, it''s only natural for me to be concerned about the progress of projects below me. Your baseless spections are really quite unpleasant."

    Andrea interjected with augh, "Mrs. Laura, Liz is justshing out because her project tanked. Don''t take it personally.

    You might not be aware, but Liz and the CEO of Starlight Group go way back. I thought this project would be a piece of cake for Liz, but it turns out Mr. Dashiell didn''t show any favoritism, handing the project over to Glory Media instead.

    If I''m not mistaken, Liz, you''ve got quite a history with Ms. West from Glory Media, right? Ah, I can understand why you''re upset and frustrated."

    Andrea''s face was the picture of sympathy as she reached out to Lizetta in a feigned attempt atfort, though her eyes gleamed with schadenfreude. Lizetta had taken everything that was hers.

    Her identity as Ms. Madden, over twenty years of glory, a life of privilege, the adoration of Nelson and Jerome.

    If it weren''t for Lizetta, all that would have remained hers forever.

    Thankfully, her parents still considered their years of upbringing, allowing her to return as an adopted daughter.

    But being an adopted daughter, recognized only by Eartha and Conrad West, paled inparison to her days as Ms. Madden.

    Watching Lizetta, Andrea couldn''t help but wish she had perished outside.

    If only Lizetta had died during childbirth along with that short-lived child, none of

    this would have happened, and she''d still be Ms. Madden.

    How could Lizetta not feel the hatred and hostility radiating from Andrea?

    They wanted to see her fail, but she was determined not to give them the satisfaction.

    Sheughed, dodging Andrea''s reaching hand, and brandished the document folder she was holding.

    "How absurd. I''m the lead on this project. Mrs. Laura doesn''t ask me about its progress, just goes by hearsay, and concludes I''ve botched everything. Isn''t that a bitcking in judgment?"

    Lizetta shot Laura a nce before tossing the folder at Andrea.

    "Take a good look, make sure you see it clearly, to spare me your drama. I can hardly bear to watch."

    Andrea caught the folder reflexively, scoffing, "What''s this supposed to be?"

    She was eager to see what Lizetta was trying to obfuscate, probably just trying to save face.

    However, as Andrea opened the folder and saw the signed contract for the Starlight Group''s annual g, her grip whitened, her handso trembling.

    How could this be?

    Lilian had just mentioned that they were turned away from the Starlight Group yesterday, and that Starlight had signed with Glory Media today. Mr. Winters from their team was even personally delivering the contract, leaving them no opportunity.

    But how could...

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    "Really? I secure the deal, and you guys look like you''ve just been served unsweetened lemonade."

    Lizetta eyed Laura and Andrea''s tight expressions with a mocking tone.

    Laura quickly forced a smile, "Of course not, Ms. Lizetta, you really are... quite the wonder."

    Andrea, too, managed a strained smile and dryly said, "Congrattions."

    Lizetta pulled back the contract, not bothering to look at their constipated expressions any longer, and asked, "Now that the contract is signed, I''m in full charge of this project, right, Mrs. Laura?"

    Laura nodded with a smile, "Absolutely, you''ll also get to pick your team."

    Lizetta continued, "When I took on this project, Mrs. Laura, you mentioned how crucial it is for thepany''s growth. So, does it get priority? Can I pick anyone I want?"

    "Of course."

    Laura had indeed said those words, leaving her no choice but to nod in agreement.

    Having rified everything, Lizetta wasted no more time, nodded, and turned to leave.

    As the office door closed behind her, Laura and Andrea''s facade fell, especially Andrea, whose features twisted in dismay.

    Lizetta returned to her desk and approached Logan and Mia, who were seated to the east of her.

    "Logan, Mia, I''ve justnded the Starlight Group''s 10th-anniversary g. I''d like to invite you both to join the project team. What do you say?"

    Logan and Mia turned around, clearly not expecting Lizetta to approach them, especially with an invite to such a prestigious project as the Starlight Group''s g.

    Meanwhile, Lilian, who had been filing her nails, kept an eye on Lizetta''s movements.

    She had half-expected Lizetta toe back in tears after a scolding from the manager, but things turned out quite differently.

    She immediately stood up and approached, "Lizetta. Did you just mention the Starlight Group''s project? Wasn''t that supposed to go to Glory Media?"

    Lilian''s face was a picture of surprise, having spread the word about the supposed failure to secure the contract earlier that day.

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow, "Do you need me to show you the contract?"

    Though surprised, Lilian knew being part of such a project would be beneficial for her as well.

    She quickly changed her tune, grabbing Lizetta''s arm, "Lizetta, you''re amazing. How did you pull it

    off? So, when''s our project meeting?

    I''ll start preparing."  fo

    Lizetta withdrew her arm, "Sorry, but we don''t want any distractions at our project meetings."

    Lilian was taken aback, "What do you mean? I''m part of the project team. I was with you yesterday..."

    Lizetta cut her off, "Mrs. Laura

    emphasized the importance of this

    project, instructing me to choose the most capable for the team. Unfortunately, I didn''t see any capability in you yesterday, unless spreading gossip counts."

    Lilian''s face turned beet red, especially as everyone was watching.

    Having indeed spread quite a bit of negativity that morning and pinning the me

    on Lizetta, she was now the center of unwanted attention.

    Huffing, she retorted, "Who cares," and stormed off to the break room.

    Turning back to Logan and Mia, Lizetta had observed her colleagues over the past few days. Both were quiet, focused on their work, and highly capable without causing drama.

    Just yesterday, when Lizetta was too engrossed in drafting a proposal to refill her water, Mia had silently filled it for her.

    Without much hesitation, Logan and Mia agreed to join the project team, with

    Lizetta nning to slowly expand the group.

    After a brief discussion, it was time to leave. Lizetta had ns to apany her friend Ynda to a blind date that afternoon.

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    Just as luck would have it, Ynda was also at the office that morning. Her agent had lined up two script meetings for her to sign contracts.

    The two women met in the parking lot, and Lizetta couldn''t help but ask as soon as she hopped into Ynda''s car, a grin on her face.

    "Did everything go smoothly? How are the scripts? And hey, how are things with your agent? If you two aren''t meshing well, you gotta let me know, okay?"

    She was already thinking about finding Ynda a new agent.

    Ynda''s agent was Amy from Madden Media, a top-notch agent known for her efficiency and knack fornding roles.

    She had quickly found Ynda two roles, but upon review, Ynda felt they weren''t quite right for her.

    One was a lead role in a romantic drama, and the other was a secondary role in a fantasy series.

    Both were high-budget productions, which spoke volumes of Amy''s ability given Ynda''s current standing in the industry.

    However, the lead role felt like a token part added just to passwork scrutiny, leaving Ynda less than impressed after reading the script.

    As for the fantasy series, not only did it ovep with a previous role that had gained Ynda some recognition, but it also risked typecasting her.

    The character was described as a stunningly beautiful, yet cold and distant beauty ¡ª a stark contrast to Ynda''s sweet, girl-next-door looks.

    Ynda declined both roles, and Amy didn''t make a fuss, instead suggesting they attend a dinner with a renowned director to discuss another part.

    Considering Ynda wasn''t keen on Amy''s recent suggestions, she felt obliged to ept the invitation.

    But she didn''t want to burden Lizetta with this, especially since Lizetta had already done so much for her.

    Lizetta''s stepmother currently ran Madden Media, and Ynda had her reservations about her.

    She didn''t want Lizetta asking favors from that woman on her behalf.

    "It''s all good, really. Remember, I''ve got a top-tier contract with Madden Media.

    I''ve got plenty of freedom, so don''t worry," Ynda reassured her.

    Hearing this, Lizetta felt a bit more at ease.

    "Just make sure to let me know if anythinges up, okay?"

    "Will do, will do."

    Their blind date was set at a cozy, private diner known for its intimate setting and Western-style garden design.

    They arrived a bit early, and their date hadn''t shown up yet.

    Ynda was makeup-free, prompting Lizetta to nudge her towards at least applying some light makeup. Ynda headed

    the

    restroom.

    restroom. Content blight

    Left alone by the window, Lizetta pulled out her phone to kill time and noticed an

    unread WhatsApp message from Remington.

    It was another photo.

    Opening it, she saw his familiar office space. Remington was apparently having a simple lunch alone at his desk.

    The table was set with a modest but nutritious meal, and across from him, a teddy bear sat quietly.

    The image was tinged with a sense of loneliness.

    "Just me and it," the caption read.

    A smile tugged at Lizetta''s lips as she was about to reply, when suddenly, a charming male voice interrupted.

    "Sorry I''mte. I wonder, would this rose have the honor of making amends to Ms. Ynda?"

    As the man spoke, a rose, dew still fresh on its petals, was presented before Lizetta.

    Startled, she looked up from her phone to see the man standing beside her.

    Meanwhile, Timothy and two

    men were about to

    ¨¤ private room when T

    scene.

    I over and caught th

    After excusing himself from his partners, signaling his secretary to lead them in first, hegged behind to snap a photo of Lizetta and the man, promptly sending it to Remington.

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    Remington was still in his office, munching on his lunch, when he got the WhatsApp message from Timothy.

    But unlike the simple meal he had snapped a photo of for Lizetta, off-camera, his table wasden with more borate dishes.

    Served on fine dinnerware, these made the cafeteria meal beside them look even more nd and uninspiring.

    Remington was under the weather, and Cedric, being the do-it-all assistant that he was, wouldn''t let his boss settle for a mere staff lunch.

    He had ordered a light and nutritious meal from a boutique kitchen to help his boss recover.

    But when Cedric proudly ced the gourmet meal on the table, Remington asked him to fetch a cafeteria meal instead.

    Cedric initially thought the boss had prepared it for him, only to realize it was all for a photo op.

    Cedric couldn''t help feeling a bit used.

    "Do you think Liz will reply and show some concern when she sees the photo?"

    Remington was idly flipping through his phone, legs crossed, fingers swiftly scrolling the screen.

    He remembered how Lizetta had shown such concern when Zora sent her a photo of Thaddeus''s sick meal, even going as far as adjusting the meal n and sending it back.

    Back when Lizetta worked at the Starlight Group, she used to look after his meals personally.

    A mere cough from him, and she would rush back to Oakridge Heights to whip up

    a concoction to soothe his throat, fearing he might fall ill.

    This morning his fever was quite high; surely, she was still worried about him and would reach out, right?

    "She has to! But why hasn''t she replied yet?"

    Before Cedric could respond, Remington concluded on his own.

    He wouldn''t ept any other answer.

    "Mrs. Dashiell must be busy and hasn''t seen your WhatsApp yet. Didn''t she tell

    you earlier she had ns and couldn''t join you for lunch?" Cedric tried to reassure him.

    Remington''s lips thinned, "But what could be so important that she can''t even reply to a message?"

    "Maybe Mrs. Dashiell is video-calling with her grandparents in Tranquil Meadows or visiting Thaddeus in the hospital? Or maybe she''s just caught up with work, trying to make a good impression by stayingte... There has to be a good reason."

    Cedricforted his boss, who

    seemed as deste as a consomet

    neglected in a pce, unable to eat, always waiting for Mrs. Dashiell''s favor. .

    UM

    "Video calls? Thaddeus? Work? You mean, those are more important than me?"

    Remington''s gaze lifted slightly, making Cedric gulp.

    "Sir, your meal is getting cold..."

    If Mrs. Dashiell kept not replying, was Remington nning to starve himself while waiting by the phone?

    Losing his appetite, Remington had just tossed his phone aside when the

    WhatsApp notification sound chimed.

    Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

    "See, Mrs. Dashiell does care after all..."

    But before he could finish, he noticed Remington''s expression darken after checking his phone.

    Cedric, curious but cautious, was about to sneak a peek when Remington stood up abruptly and stormed out.

    His stride was menacing.

    Cedric dared not ask questions, quickly following behind.

    Suddenly, Remington stopped and turned, almost causing Cedric to bump into him.

    Staggering back, Cedric managed, "Sir?"

    Without acknowledging him, Remington picked something up from the sofa and headed out again.

    "Just eat, don''t waste the food on the table," Remington

    Remington instructed

    office''s grand double doors.

    before disappearing to t

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    Cedric gazed at the untouched feast spread out on the table, the aroma wafting through the air, and thought to himself that he could easily put in another twenty years working for his boss if this was part of the job perks.

    As Remington slid into the driver''s seat and pulled away from the Starlight Group headquarters, he received another photo from Timothy, even more shocking than the first.

    The man who was merely standing beside Lizetta, offering her a single rose in the first picture, was now sitting across from her, engaged in what seemed like a delightful conversation.

    To add to Remington''s dismay, Lizetta''s hand had somehow found its way into the man''s grasp!

    **[Remi, it looks like Lizzy''s on a blind date, and things seem to be going pretty well. Lizzy promised to give you a chance, but could she be just leading you on?]** Timothy''s message was apanied by a meme of a dog with a shocked expression.

    Remington mmed his phone down on the dashboard, a cold chill settling in his eyes.

    Back at the restaurant, a few minutes earlier, Lizetta turned in surprise at the sight of a rose being presented to her.

    Standing by her side was a lean young man with charming, slightly lighter- colored, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with amber hues under the sunlight, smiling at her with amusement.

    Lizetta was taken aback, especially since Jerome, who was setting up his friend Ynda on blind dates, hadn''t shown the guy Ynda''s picture. Considering Ynda was a minor celebrity, any genuinely interested and reliable guy would have done his homework.

    Her brows furrowed slightly, but the man quickly apologized with a smile.

    "Sorry, miss, I mistook you for someone else," he said, nodding politely and then scanning the room with a hint of confusion in his gaze.

    Lizetta smiled gently and stood up.

    "You must be Mr. Shawn, right? I''m a friend of Ynda''s, just keeping herpany here. Yoli had to take a call and will be right back. Please, take a seat, Mr. Shawn."

    Shawn, a cosmetic surgeon who owned several clinics frequented by celebrities, was introduced to Ynda by Jerome, thinking their social circles might ovep well.

    Shawn was charming and well-dressed, his conversation polite and engaging, and he seemed to know quite a bit about the beauty concerns that most women have.

    Sitting across from Lizetta, he made the conversation easy and pleasant.

    "Cheekbones are a crucial aspect of facial structure, and many people suffer from premature aging due to high cheekbones, especially if they also steep on their sides. It''s a disaster, really. But Ms. Madden and Ms. Ynda, you both don''t have

    such worries. Your facial structures are exceptionally well-formed..."

    Lizetta nodded, then yfully asked, "So, Dr. Shawn, in your expert opinion, who

    has the facial structure that''s more resistant to aging, me or Yoli?"

    She clearly threw a curveball, aiming to test Shawn''s integrity. Since he was here for Ynda, ttering another woman in her absence would be a poor show of character, making further interest in him

    unwarranted from Lizett

    perspective.

    Shawn raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Honestly, Ms. Ynda already has a youthful, doll-like face that seems ageless. She could.

    probably y a high school stol not

    even ten years from now without it feeling off.

    As for Ms. Madden, your bone structure and skin are both excellent. Ten years down the line, you''ll likely be even more radiant. Twenty years on, both of you will surely be the epitome of ageless beauty."

    After his assessment, Shawn took a sip of water, then looked up with a feigned nervous expression.

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    "Am I passing the test with that answer, Ms. Madden?"

    Lizetta smiled and nodded, "Your answer was very objective."

    Shawn let out a sigh of relief.

    As Lizetta and he continued to chat, she learned that Shawn''s family also had a long history in medicine-his grandfather was a renowned surgeon.

    Suddenly, Lizetta remembered asking Mr. Daisynes for help with her grandfather''s acupuncture. Without hesitation, she probed Shawn for some information.

    Shawn indeed knew Mr. Daisynes and shared some of his likes, including his appreciation for young people knowledgeable in Western medicine. Grateful, Lizetta asked Shawn to rmend a couple of books. Then, the conversation turned to pulse diagnosis, something Shawn had picked up through exposure. He took Lizetta''s hand to demonstrate, inadvertently making it look as though they were holding hands.

    From a distance, Remington rushed toward the restaurant, his presence dominating as he entered. He caught sight of Lizetta and Shawn through the floor- to-ceiling windows, their hands still together, and his expression darkened further.

    "It''s really not that mystical," Shawn was exining. "The key is practice. Even the basic pulse types can be discerned with some experience..."

    Lizetta leaned in, absorbed in Shawn''s exnation, only to feel something soft brush against her cheek, obstructing her view.

    The sudden blockage created a moment of alienation and panic, prompting Lizetta to instinctively pull her hand back.

    Focusing on the object that had

    interrupted her view, she recogniset

    the familiar object-a creamy bear plush, carrying the

    iqueddy

    scent

    of a cologne she knew all too well.

    The teddy bear, snugly ced between Lizetta and Shawn, seemed to be greeting her with its nose nuzzling against her face.

    Without looking, Lizetta knew who it was.

    Following the line of the bear, she saw the broad shoulders of a man. Dressed in a crisp business suit, he exuded a sense of authority. The teddy bear he''d been carrying around now felt oddly fitting despite its contrast with his serious demeanor.

    "Excuse me, sir, could you please move a bit? You''re somewhat interrupting," Shawn''s voice chimed in smoothly.

    Yet Lizetta couldn''t help but feel amused, as Remington remained beside the table, seemingly oblivious to his intrusion.

    Shawn seemed unaware of the intentional nature of Remington''s actions.

    Turning to Shawn, Remington finally spoke, his tone cool, "Such a cute toy, why would you mind it?"

    Shawn and Lizetta were left speechless.

    At that moment, a server

    approached, her surprise at Remington''s mismatched appearance evident. Initially frozen at his entrance, she now regained herposure and asked respectfully, "Wee, sir How

    many in your party? Would you like a private dining room?"

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    Remington shifted his gaze from Shawn back to the waitress with a cool detachment.

    "It''s just me tonight. Oh, and my bear here, my onlypanion. So, there''s no need for a private booth. Sitting out here is just fine."

    With those words, he finally ced the teddy bear he had been holding under one arm onto the sofa chair next to their table.

    The teddy ended up sitting side by side with Lizetta, while Remington, with his long legs, took a seat across from her, facing her directly.

    Lizetta found herself torn betweenughter and difort, somewhat uneasy in her seat.

    She looked at Remington, her eyes filled with questions.

    Yet, Remington wasn''t looking at her. Instead, he asked the waitress, "What did they order?"

    Following his gaze, the waitress nced over at Lizetta and Shawn''s table before turning back and saying, "Sir, they''re having a fondue."

    But fondue, when eaten alone, seemed too mncholic a sight. The waitress, observing the man before her - distinguished yet solitary, apanied only by a bear - couldn''t help but imagine a sad drama unfolding.

    Such a handsome man shouldn''t be eating fondue alone, she thought.

    "Sir, to be honest, our fondue is quite average. Maybe you''d like to check the menu for something else..."

    Before she could finish, Remington cut her off, "Fondue sounds good. I''ll have that."

    The waitress hesitated, her gaze softening even more, as if afraid of saying something wrong and hurting the proud yet sorrowful man before her.

    Lizetta couldn''t stand it anymore, and suddenly remembered that Ynda had been gone to the restroom for quite a while now.

    Concerned, she quickly stood up and said to Shawn, "Dr. Shawn, I need to use the restroom."

    With that, she headed towards the restroom, her pace quickening.

    Before she reached the door, she heard familiar footsteps behind her.

    Lizetta stopped, about to turn around, when Remington

    an arm around her should Rebel

    pressing her into a corner.

    belongs to  W

    Her back against the cold wall, Remington''s hand behind her head cushioned her

    from any impact.

    Looking up, Lizetta asked, "Remington, what are you doing?"

    Remington, looking down, his eyes deep with a hint of hurt, said, "Seventeen minutes and fifty-three seconds."

    Confused, Lizetta asked, "What?"

    His lips pursed slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised displeasure and jealousy.

    "The time

    time took me to drive here

    from the Starlight Group, and u spent holding ha

    that pretty boy."

    Lizetta was taken aback, recalling the scene and realizing toote that Remington had misunderstood.

    It wasn''t a hand-hold; who holds hands at the wrist?

    She was at a loss for words, wanting to exin, when Remington took her hand.

    Suddenly, he produced a pack of alcohol wipes, pulled out a couple, and began vigorously cleaning her fingers.

    His actions were meticulous, cleaning between each finger thoroughly.

    Lizetta watched him, his brows furrowed in concentration, feeling an unspoken bitterness spreading in her heart.

    Finally, after he finished, Remington brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips. A tingling sensation spread, making Lizetta involuntarily curt her fingers.

    "Remington..."

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    Liz had just spoken his name when Remington suddenly looked up, his dark eyes revealing a depth of emotion that seemed almost fragile despite his stern voice.

    "If you''re not going to exin yourself, then maybe you shouldn''t speak at all. I might just get angry enough to take you back home with me!" he said, his voice tense with an underlying threat.

    The hint of darkness that shed in his eyes was something he blurted out in frustration, but he noticed the change in Liz''s expression immediately.

    Liz''s face paled slightly, as memories of past grievances surged uncontrobly back to her.

    She had intended to exin, but now her gaze softened.

    "Yeah, it''s not like you haven''t done that before," she said, her lips curving in a smile that was more a sharp dagger aimed straight at Remington''s heart.

    Remington''s expression shifted, panic and unease flitting across his eyes.

    He gripped Liz''s hand tighter, almost stammering in his haste to rify.

    "No, I didn''t mean it like that. I just said it without thinking, and I won''t do it again. Liz, you have to believe me!"

    He noticed her fingers were cold in his palm, rubbing them gently, his face showing remorse.

    He truly hadn''t meant to say it, how could he ever consider doing such a thing again?

    But he realized his words had triggered an unpleasant memory for her, possibly even frightening her.

    Their rtionship had just started to improve, why did he have to bring up the past?

    Seeing Liz''s stunned silence, Remington''s remorse deepened.

    He brought her hands to his lips, his expression earnest as he tried once more to exin.

    "I''m really sorry for what I said earlier. I couldn''t control my

    emotions. Seeing you dining with

    another man,ughing with him

    epting roses from him, and letting him hold your hand... was ovee with jealousy."

    His voice was hoarse, fraught with emotion.

    In the past, others envied Remington Dashiell, a man who could have anything he desired with ease.

    Even if something was momentarily out of reach, his patience and confidence assured him that in time, it would be his.

    But now, with her, he dared not be so presumptuous, tormented by insecurity.

    He had seen the text from Timothy on WhatsApp, the sight of her

    enjoying another man''spany as on a

    if they were perfectly line

    date filled him with dread.

    He worried that her agreement to give him a chance was merely to toy with him, a form of revenge.

    The fear that it was all just wishful thinking on his part made the journey there unbearable, resisting the urge to speed through red lights.

    With a swift tug, Liz fell into his arms.

    He wanted to hold her tight, to meld her into his very being, yet he feared causing her any more pain or displeasure.

    His arms trembled slightly as he spoke, his voice even raspier.

    "Liz, I''m scared you''re just ying with me, secretly nning something else, just to get my hopes up.

    The mere thought of it shatters my rationality. I was just speaking out of frustration. Please, don''t be afraid, okay?"

    Liz could feel the tension and worry in Remington''s voice, a mix of fear and concern.

    His words had indeed reminded her of the times he had forcefully tried to controther, a period when his §Ö obsession had refused to let her go, causing her already wounded Heart to feel as though it was being seared on hot coals, exacerbating her injuries and eventually leading to her struggle with postpartum

    depression.

    These memories made Liz feel as though old wounds were beginning to throb

    with pain once again.

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    Listening to her voice, tinged with a mix of careful consideration and palpable anxiety, he felt a sourness at the tip of his nose.

    "You were really out of line back then. I was so mad at you, thought I could never forgive you..."

    Hearing her voiceden with grievance, Remington''s heart clenched in pain.

    The regret and sorrow weighed heavier on his handsome face as it rested on her shoulder.

    If only he could, he''d travel back in time to give his stubborn, foolish past self a good thrashing.

    He had wanted to protect and take care of her, yet he always ended up being the one who hurt her the most.

    Holding Lizetta''s hand, hisrge palm enveloping her small fist, he pulled it towards his chest, gently saying,

    "I know, it''s all my fault. Grandma even told me to let go, but after Daisy passed, and you were so set on leaving, refusing to even nce at me, I was terrified. I feared that letting go meant losing you forever. I desperately wanted to return to those times when you relied on me, thinking that as long as I was there for you, day and night, taking care of you, being by your side, we could go back..."

    Remington''s voice was low, filled with repentance and apology. He lifted his gaze, looking into her slightly reddened eyes, earnest and serious.

    "Liz, I promise I won''t do anything against your wishes again. I''ll respect your decisions. You believe me, right? I misspoke earlier, it wasn''t what I really thought. If I ever restrict your freedom again, let me..."

    He was eager to clear any doubts she might have, reiterating his point tirelessly.

    The value and caution in his deep eyes were easily perceivable.

    As he spoke, seemingly worried she might still not believe him, he even raised his right hand, intending to swear an oath.

    Lizetta didn''t let him finish, cing her hand on his lips, slightly annoyed.

    "Enough, stop it. I didn''t say I didn''t believe you. And you''re making a vow? How childish can you be?"

    Her warm, soft fingertips barely touched his lips, like two petalsnding gently. Yet, it was as if they carried an electric charge, making Remington''s whole body shudder, rendering him speechless.

    He could feel his heart uncontrobly pounding inside his chest.

    The deep affection and concern in his eyes seemed to ignite, growing warmer and more brilliant.

    Lizetta felt her face heat under his intense gaze. She instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but

    Remington suddenl

    wrist. .

    her

    His lips curved into a pleased, gentle smile, and he let out a soft chuckle between

    his teeth.

    The warmth and breath on Lizetta''s fingertips made her ears turn red.

    "What are youughing at!"

    Hearing her slightly annoyed voice, Remington stoppedughing. He gently kissed her fingertips a few times before reluctantly letting go of her fingers. His long, strong fingers intertwined with hers, palm to palm, fingers locked, as he slightly raised his eyebrows and said,

    "Liz, are you worried about me, not wanting me to make any serious vows?"

    Lizetta felt a moment of panic, sensing her small thoughts and emotions were transparent to him.

    She feignedposure, not wanting

    him to

    xe

    so smug, about to retort,

    but then he suddenly leaned against

    her, his voice husky.

    her shoulder, his voice husky.

    "Liz, don''t argue, give me some reassurance."

    He tilted his head slightly, brushing gently against her tender neck, whispering as

    if begging.

    "Don''t make me anxious..."

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    Eli, always the rock, the fearless man, was now seeking reassurance from her.

    His voice carried a tone of helplessness and vulnerability she wasn''t used to hearing from him.

    Liz found herself softening towards him more easily than she thought possible. Without thinking, she reached out her empty hand to ruffle his hair gently and whispered, "I''m not ying games with you, and I''m certainly not out for revenge. Do you really see me as someone who ys with people''s feelings?"

    She couldn''t do that to anyone, least of all to him.

    Hearing her words, Eli finally felt a sense of calm, as if his heart had settled back into ce.

    He had been on edge ever since she agreed to give him a chance that morning, always afraid he had misunderstood or that it was all a dream, and she might change her mind.

    Seeing her at the coffee shop for what he thought was a blind date threw him into turmoil.

    Suppressing a smile, Eli looked up from where his head rested against Liz''s neck, shaking his head and yfully ming someone else, "Of course, you wouldn''t! My Liz is always sincere andmitted in her rtionships. How could she ever toy with someone''s feelings? It''s all Tim''s fault. He sent me a text, totally misleading me. I''ll have to have a word with himter!"

    Liz finally understood how Eli knew where to find her. Tim had been here too, tipping him off.

    "What was that with the smooth talker you were with? Weren''t you two on a date?"

    Although he trusted Liz, the sight of her with another man earlier still nagged at him.

    Liz then remembered Shawn was still waiting, and she was actually there looking for her friend, Ynda.

    "I wasn''t on a date, I was apanying Yoli. Dr. Shawn wasn''t holding my hand romantically; he was just taking my pulse. Now, let go of me; Yoli has been missing for a while, and I need to find her."

    As Liz tried to leave, her hand was caught in a firm grip, pulling her back into an embrace. Before she could react, Eli pressed a quick kiss to her lips, then stepped back with a cheeky grin.

    "A kiss to ward off any scare."

    Liz, "..."

    "Let''s go, I''ll help you look for Ynda."

    Holding Liz''s hand, Eli started walking towards the restroom area, and she nodded in agreement.

    "I think decent guy.

    He''s good-looking, patient, articte, and has a

    sense of humor..." Content t

    Liz was trying to gauge Eli''s opinion on whether Dr. Shawn was a good match for Ynda.

    However, her praise for another man made Eli''s mood darken instantly.

    "What kind of doctor is he?"

    "A stic surgeon. I think doctors are generally more patient and attentive than most men..."

    Eli cut her off, "Right, and plenty of

    high-IQ criminals are doctors,

    velo

    They''re better at hiding and maniption, even mastering psychological control, like Hogan."

    Liz, "..."

    After returning to Zion City, Liz hadn''t heard from or seen Hogan again.

    Eli''s sudden mention of him brought back unsettling memories.

    "Is Hogan not in Zion City anymore?"

    Eli narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why, do you want to see him?"

    Liz shook

    head, puzzled by the disappof someone who had

    once caused her so much distress.

    t belongs to sweet

    Yet, with Eli''s insinuation, her initial good impression of Shawn started to wane.

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    "That Dr. Shawn is a stic surgeon, and he himself looks like he''s straight out of a boy band. Wouldn''t surprise me if he''s had some work done too."

    Remington added, "And you know, doctors are always swamped. And with

    Ynda aiming for the spotlight, jetting from one film set to another, she''s no less busy. Two people that tied up, how''s that gonna work?"

    It kind of made sense.

    Lizetta pondered, yet something felt off. She turned, eyeing Remington with suspicion.

    "Why are you so bitter about Dr. Shawn?"

    Remington wouldn''t admit to it, his expression unflinching.

    "I''m justying out the facts. Didn''t you ask for my opinion just now?"

    Dr. Shawn clearly wasn''t the right match for Ynda.

    Because, the moment Lizetta had stepped away, he managed to scare off the pretty boy.

    Convinced by Remington, Lizetta turned back.

    "I''ll go check on Yoli."

    Reaching the restroom door, Remington let go.

    Lizetta hurried inside, with Remington finally breathing a sigh of relief.

    However, Lizetta didn''t find Ynda in the restroom.

    Not really a surprise, considering it had been almost half an hour since Ynda had left, way beyond the time needed for a makeup touch-up.

    Worried, Lizetta called Ynda, but got no answer.

    Emerging from the restroom, she found Remington leaning against the wall, idly scrolling through his phone.

    Seeing her furrowed brows, he straightened up. "Couldn''t find her? Don''t worry, she''s a grown woman, and we''re in a reputable diner. She couldn''t have just

    vanished into thin air."

    Lizetta also felt that if Ynda had to leave for some reason, she would have at least mentioned it.

    The sudden disappearance and radio silence could only mean one thing... perhaps...

    She ran into a mad dog?

    "Could you check with Cassius?"

    Lizetta urged, looking towards Remington.

    Without hesitation, Remington dialed Cassius.

    The phone c¨¤ng for what seemed like forever until Cassius''s

    voice finally came thre

    s to  wh

    "Remi, I''m on set, what''s up?"

    Just as he spoke, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor echoed in the background.

    Lizetta had a bad feeling about this. She tugged on Remington''s sleeve.

    "Are you not with Ynda?"

    Remington asked, his voice deep.

    "I''m honestly on set. How could I be with her? Gotta go, about to shoot a scene..." Thud, thud!

    The sound of something heavy falling was heard again.

    Lizetta instinctively felt it was Ynda.

    Too coincidental.

    Yoli was just about to go on a blind date, and now she''s unreachable.

    Lizetta snatched the phone, "Cassius, did you take Yoli? If

    you''ve

    forgive you, you-hey?"

    thing to her, I''ll never elet

    Before she could finish, the line went dead. Cassius had hung up.

    Clutching the phone, Lizetta was livid, her fingers rapidly redialing.

    This time, the phone went straight to voicemail.

    Lizetta''s heart was filled with worry and rage.

    "It has to be Cassius. Why else would he act so guilty, shutting off his phone like that?"

    Lizetta red at Remington, "It''s all

    your fa

    If you hadn''t been such a

    bad influence, maybe Cassius

    wouldn''t have thought to lock Yoli up too!"

    Remington, "..."

    Just when he thought he was in the clear, he finds himself with the me again.

    He felt so wronged, small, and helpless.

 Chapter 899

    "Are you trying to tell me you tipped off Cassius?"

    The moment Remington showed up, Ynda was whisked away by Cassius, and now Lizetta couldn''t help but suspect every man in sight.

    With a click of his tongue, Remington flicked Lizetta''s forehead lightly.

    "Have you lost your marbles? If I had known Ynda was here on a blind date, why would I have been in such a hurry earlier?"

    Right, he had no idea Ynda was here. How could he have possibly tipped off Cassius?

    Lizetta realized her thoughts were bing muddled in her panic.

    "Sorry..."

    She said, frowning almost instinctively.

    But before she could finish, the light dimmed as a gentle breeze passed by - it was Remington leaning in, his breath a whisper before his lips grazed hers, nibbling lightly in a fleeting kiss.

    Straightening up, Remington left Lizetta to snap out of her stunned state.

    Annoyed, she red at Remington. "Really? Now''s the time for this?"

    Remington just smirked, a smug look on his handsome face. "Afort kiss."

    Lizetta rolled her eyes. His excuses for kissing her were endless.

    "Don''t worry. Even if Cassius took Ynda, it''s nothing serious. Just some lovebirds'' affair. Why the fuss?"

    Remington, trying to avoid getting her more ruffled and secretly hoping for another kiss, tried to soothe her.

    But Lizetta''s worry lines deepened. "But what if it wasn''t Cassius who took Yoli?"

    Remington had a point. Even if Cassius was a bit of a yer, having been friends with Remington for years, he probably wouldn''t harm a woman.

    If Cassius had indeed taken Ynda, she was probably safe.

    But what if that wasn''t the case?

    Lizetta hadn''t forgotten their recent fallout with Margaret - a woman who seemed petty, vindictive, and cruel.

    Being friends with Ste, she was no angel either.

    "Broad daylight, in a busy restaurant, no one would dare seek revenge here. Calm down for now."

    Remington ruffled Lizetta''s hair, his heart going out to her anxious look, yet he couldn''t help but wonder would she worry about him the same way if he were in danger?

    Oblivious to Remington''s baseless jealousy, Lizetta spected.

    "Could it be that Timothy also saw Yoli and sent Cassius a photo? I should ask him."

    As Lizetta reached for her phone to call Timothy, Remington swiftly took it from

    her.

    "No need for that. Let''s check the surveince footage. It''ll be quicker."

    Lizetta nodded, trusting Remington''s presence would ensure they weren''t brushed

    off by the restaurant staff or denied ess to the footage.

    Sure enough, after a brief call from Remington, they were not only led to the surveince room but also offered warm tea. The footage from when they entered the restaurant was already queued up.

    On the screen, Ynda could be seen walking into the restroom and then re- emerging a few minutester, fixing her hair.

    Just as she neared the main hall, a door to one of the private rooms swung open, and a clearly masculine arm reached out, snatching Ynda by the waist and pulling her side in the blink of an eye.

    Lizetta gasped, but before she could say anything, Remington sternly asked the manager standing by.

    "Who was in that room? Are they still here?"

    "Mr. Dashiell, that room was booked by a film crew, and they left about ten minutes ago. There were quite a few of them, I''d need to check who exactly was there..."

    As the manager turned to leave, Remington asked.

    "Was Cassius among them?"

    "Yes, yes, Mr. Sterling did leave with ady in tow."

    Remington turned to Lizetta, raising an eyebrow. "Do we need to keep watching, or are you satisfied?"

 Chapter 900

    Clearly, Ynda had indeed been whisked away by Cassius.

    Lizetta nodded, "I saw it."

    She needed to see Ynda''s condition with her own eyes to fully ease her mind.

    Remington signaled, and the manager quickly scrolled back through the security footage.

    Sure enough, about ten minutester, Cassius emerged from the private room with two assistants in tow, a petite figure wrapped in his trench coat.

    But Ynda seemed drunk, leaning heavily on Cassius, her steps unsteady as if she was being propped up by him.

    After a few steps, she began to slip, and Cassius bent down to scoop Ynda into his arms, striding away briskly.

    They obviously didn''t take the main hall exit, which is why Lizetta hadn''t seen them.

    Lizetta turned to the manager, "There''s another door?"

    The manager nodded, "Yes, there''s a back exit, and a parking lot out there too."

    Leaving the security room, Lizetta, thinking about Ynda''s condition in the footage, said to Remington, "Do you know where Cassius might''ve taken Yoli? This isn''t right; I need to find her."

    Remington sighed, "Liz, maybe the lovebirds don''t want to be disturbed. You haven''t eaten yet, and Vivi is waiting for us. Let''s just go have some barbecue."

    He took Lizetta''s hand, leading her towards the main hall.

    Lizetta yanked her hand back, "What lovebirds? Yoli broke up with Cassius!" Could Cassius have drugged Ynda?

    The more Lizetta thought about it, the more usible it seemed. Ynda could hold her liquor; how had she be so weak after just a short while?

    And recalling the sound of something heavy dropping when she had called Cassius, Lizetta grew even more worried.

    "Lovers have their ups and downs, it''s not unusual. Cassius might not want to break up. Give Ynda a few days, and they''ll likely make up. You''re overstepping; you''ll end up being the bad guy."

    Remington gently squeezed Lizetta''s hand, "Come on, eating together is more important."

    It had been a while since they had a meal alone.

    Even if it was just a barbecue, Remington was looking forward to it.

    He had been adjusting his ptetely, getting used to spicy food.

    He was making progress and nned to use this meal to prove his efforts, to show her that he could change for her too.

    It wasn''t just Jerome who could share spicy meals with her.

    Lizetta was dissatisfied with his words, "Just a few days? Is it in you guys'' eyes that we women don''t deserve to have our own wills? That it''s not possible we''re genuinely done?

    As long as you men don''t let go,

    whether it''s breaking up or divorce, it

    doesn''t matter, because we''ll

    eventuallye back anyway?

    Everything under control."

    Remington''s earlier sense of superiority and indifference had inexplicably struck a nerve with Lizetta.

    Lizetta spoke, her expression cooling.

    Remington paused, clearly not having expected his casual remarks to hit a sore spot with Lizetta.

    He remembered how he hadn''t taken her seriously when she first mentioned divorce, thinking she was just making a fuss.

    For a long time after, he hadn''t acknowledged her feelings, leading to a growing rift between them.

    Remington''s lips tightened, his grip on Lizetta''s hand intensifying in an attempt to hold her closer.

    The man suddenly went silent, his grip tightening painfully.

    Was he angry, thinking she was being unreasonable again?

    Lizetta

    was why broken mirrors were hard to mend. Those cracks were always there, inadvertently touched upon.

    the mought bitterly, perhaps this

    For both of them, it was pain and torment.

    She suddenly felt lost and hesitant, questioning whether her earlier agreement

    had been too hasty.

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 Chapter 901

    "I''m sorry, I took it out on you. Maybe we should take some time to cool off."

    Lizetta lowered her gaze, her lips pressing together slightly before she looked up at Remington, who was unusually silent.

    Her voice was taut, her face a little pale, and her bright eyes seemed clouded with confusion and mncholy.

    Remington was lost in thought, reflecting on his past actions, a deep sense of regret gnawing at him. But when he snapped back to the present, all he heard was her almost indifferent words.

    Her hand, which he had been holding tightly, slowly slipped away.

    In an instant, Remington felt as though he had been cast into a wintry abyss, cold seeping into his bones, while a furious fire burned in his chest.

    His handsome face turned cold and hard, eyes fixed on the woman he both loved and resented.

    "What do you mean by ''cool off''?" His voice was calm, too calm¡ªcarrying a hint of a chilling smile.

    The pressure of his firm grip made Lizetta''s fingers ache, and she frowned, feeling a bit panicked.

    "It means exactly what it sounds like."

    Remington''s jawline was rigid.

    Exactly what it sounds like?

    They had just started over, and now she wanted to put everything on hold? It felt like hitting the brakes in the middle of a high-speed chase-not even a machine could stop like that without crashing.

    "Don''t overthink it. I just feel like whenever we start talking, we end up revisiting old wounds, and maybe neither of us is really ready for a fresh start."

    Lizetta tried to exin, hoping to soothe his fraying temper.

    But the more she talked, the more it sounded like she was backtracking, pouring cold water over everything, telling him she regretted it, that maybe they should just call it quits.

    Her voice dwindled under his increasingly icy re.

    "Heh."

    The tension hung in the air, and after a moment, Remington let out a

    short, mockingugh, part

    self-deprecating, part derivel.ne

    It was a brief sound, cut off abruptly.

    His voice, strained as if forced from his chest, said, "You really are something else!"

    She was quite the talent!

    In a

    maketter of seconds, she could

    feel on top of the

    world,

    m him back down into the

    dirt.

    How could she be so sure he''d

    everything, that he''d have et

    no

    pride, no limits, and just keep giving

    in to her?

    Didn''t he have any temper left at all?!

    His jaw clenched, meeting Lizetta''s clear, slightly bewildered eyes, and in the end,

    he said nothing.

    He simply let go of her hand and took a step back.

    "Fine, as you wish. We''ll cool off."

    With that, he averted his gaze, turned, and strode out, his retreating figure

    exuding a stern finality.

    When she tried to pull her hand away earlier, he wouldn''t let go.

    She stopped struggling, and then he suddenly did.

    She stood there, the back of her hand still warm from his touch, yet his presence

    was already gone.

    A mix of hurt and frustration welled up inside her.

    She hadn''t said anything that bad; she even apologized.

    And there he went, talking a good game, only to leave her alone again.

    Typical. Men like him never change.

    Cooling off was a good idea; she should really just go find Yoli.

 Chapter 902

    Lizetta clutched her purse and took a few steps towards the exit, but then something clicked in her mind. She spun around and headed back into the restaurant''s main hall.

    Five minutester, she emerged onto the street, hugging a gigantic teddy bear.

    What a mess.

    She had arrived in Ynda''s car, but now Ynda had vanished along with her purse and car keys.

    Lizetta needed a ride, so she pulled out her phone to open a ride-hailing app.

    It was rush hour, and more than thirty people were ahead of her in line.

    Just as she contemted calling the family driver, a Bentley rolled up slowly.

    Behind the wheel was none other than Shawn.

    Lizetta''s eyes lit up. She and Shawn were acquainted.

    Even though today''s matchmaking between Shawn and Ynda hadn''t panned out, Lizetta still thought highly of him. Maybe she could set them up again next time.

    Besides, Shawn was friends with Jerome Madden, so asking him for a ride wasn''t too much, right?

    Plus, Shawn was the epitome of a gentleman. He was probably alreadying over to offer her a lift.

    With that thought, Lizetta smiled, clutching the bear, and stepped off the curb to meet him halfway.

    But to her surprise, as soon as Shawn''s eyes met hers, he looked as if he''d seen a ghost.

    His gaze darted away, and in the blink of an eye, the Bentley roared past Lizetta, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

    Lizetta was in disbelief. She turned to watch the Bentley disappear down the road, and after a moment, she couldn''t help butugh at the absurdity.

    Just then, a car horn red behind her.

    Realizing she was blocking the road, Lizetta stepped back onto the sidewalk, still holding the teddy bear.

    But the car that honked didn''t drive past. Instead, she heard the m of a car door.

    She nced up from her phone, turning her head.

    A tall, imposing figure strode around the front of the car with long, confident strides, stopping right in front of her.

    The man had already loosened his

    tie, and his ck shirt was

    unbuttoned at the top. The

    afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing across his sharp features, giving him a rugged yetmanding presence.

    "Why didn''t you leave?" Lizetta asked, a bit startled, her face pale and her eyes wide with surprise and caution.

    Remington ignored her unnecessary question. He reached out and effortlessly took the cumbersome teddy bear from her arms.

    With her arms free, Lizetta could breathe easier.

    In the next moment, Remington grabbed her by the arm and led her off the sidewalk. He opened the car door, stuffed the teddy bear inside, and then lifted Lizetta, cing her in the back seat as well.

    "Whoa!"

    She hadn''t quite settled in yet and ended up sprawled across the seat, face-to-

    face with the teddy bear.

    Before she could gather herself and sit up, the seat beside her dipped.

    Remington had climbed in too.

    He was driving a sleek silver Maybach and while the back seat was spacious, it was a tight fit with the oversized bear. Once the man joined them, Lizetta felt like a squished sandwich filling.

    "Aren''t you driving? You didn''t bring a driver, whoa."

    Remington''s presence was overwhelming, and the tension was palpable.

    Lizetta, flustered, tried to make small talk, but before she could finish, her words were silenced as Remington leaned in, capturing her lips with his.

 Chapter 903

    Lizetta barely had time to gasp before the man''s tongue boldly invaded, sweeping through and iming hers with a fervor that left her breathless.

    His warm, firm hand cradled the back of her neck, leaving her no room to escape or even think of retreating. He held her close, demanding herplete surrender.

    Her body felt like a soft teddy bear, melting against his solid, iron-strong chest. It was like being caught between a cloud and a furnace, with every inch of her being aware of him.

    In that instant, Lizetta was lost, caught up in the heat of the kiss, unable to form a coherent thought. It wasn''t until he had thoroughly explored every inch of her mouth, leaving her breathless and teary-eyed from the sheer intensity, that he pulled back slightly and spoke in a deep, husky voice.

    "Consider this a warning kiss, Liz. Don''t you dare go back on your word."

    Lizetta was still catching her breath, her hair tousled from his fervent kisses. A stray lock clung to her lip, dark against her flushed, rosy skin, creating an intimate contrast.

    His eyes, deep and intense, flickered as he gently brushed the strand back behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver through her.

    Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue. "You were the one who said those things, don''t pin it on me."

    Her words seemed to ease the tension within Remington, but he didn''t let her go. If anything, her response only highlighted the contrast between his rxed mood and the tension simmering in his body.

    His breath was hot and heavy against her, pressing closer, his voice a low, gravelly usation. "You may not have said it, but that''s what you meant."

    Lizetta could feel the heat radiating from him, the air in the car thick with his presence and the unmistakable scent of his cologne.

    Outside, the city buzzed with life, cars passing by. He was utterly... relentless.

    Blushing to the tips of her ears, she pushed at him, flustered and embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I take it back. Just stop."

    Her concession brought a smirk to Remington''s lips. He hadn''t even needed to ask, and she was already withdrawing her words, which only served to lift his spirits further.

    His lips quirked into a soft smile, and he nudged her nose with his. "You know, the more youply, the more I want to tease you."

    His body was practically thrumming with energy, impossible to ignore Lizetta turned her head, trying to escape his scorching proximity, only to inadvertently offer her blushing ear to his lips.

    Remington''s lips brushed over her earlobe, nibbling lightly, his voice a dark whisper. "Liz, don''t even think about backing out. Or else, I might just..."

    He let the sentence hang, unfinished, teasing her curiosity. Lizetta bit her lip, intrigued despite herself. "Might just what?"

    He pushed himself up slightly, his gaze locking onto hers, deep and stormy with unspoken emotions. He was a man with needs, and the moment he touched her, all O self-control went out the window.

    He thought about how their little Daisy had been a surprise, despite all precautions. It was a testament to his persistence and her... well, fertility.

    If he were to truly have her, perhaps, just maybe, it would lead to another little miracle. And with a child, there''d be no more fear of her backing out, no more heartache.

    But these thoughts, dark and selfish, were quickly pushed aside. He

    couldn''t treat her that way. Shool ne?

    wasn''t ready to be a mother again,

    ap

    he needed to be patient, to y fair.

    "You really don''t want to know."

    In the end, Remington just leaned back, giving her a bit more space, and ced a gentle kiss on her forehead.

    The darkness in his eyes softened, reced by warmth and tenderness. Lizetta''s fingers rxed their grip on the seat, her palms slick with sweat.

 Chapter 904

    Lizetta finally let out a relieved sigh, only for her moment of calm to be shattered by a sudden knock on the car window.

    Startled, she turned to see a police officer in uniform peering seriously inside the

    car.

    Her face turned pale as she instinctively grabbed onto Remington''s suit jacket, trying to hide within it.

    Remington felt her tug, his body tensing once again. He nced down at Lizetta who was burrowing into his arms and couldn''t help but smile wryly.

    "Liz, if you keep doing that, the officer might really get the wrong idea about us."

    Realizing her actions, Lizetta''s cheeks flushed bright red. She yfully punched Remington''s chest.

    "This is all your fault! Now get out there and exin!"

    With that, she pushed him away, clutching a teddy bear as she tried to disappear behind it, mumbling to herself.

    "You don''t see me, you don''t see me."

    Remington chuckled at her antics, like a frightened little bunny.

    He cleared his throat to suppress hisughter, but the officer knocked again, prompting a more serious demeanor.

    "Hello," Remington greeted, his tone polite andposed.

    Despite his courteous manner, the officer couldn''t help but be taken aback by Remington''smanding presence as the window lowered, revealing his sharp features and intense gaze.

    The officer instinctively stepped back, but maintained his duty, clearing his throat. "Sir, you can''t park here for long periods."

    He added, "Even if it''s a Rolls Royce with a fancy te, you''ll need to move it along."

    The tinted ss had kept the officer from seeing inside earlier, making him wonder why the car had stopped.

    Remington shifted slightly, his broad shoulders blocking any view inside.

    "Of course, I apologize. I''ll move right away," he replied, his voice cooperative but

    his eyes still holding an air of authority.

    The officer nodded, stepping aside.

    Remington rolled up the window and got out of the car, nodding apologetically to the officer before walking around to the driver''s seat. He nced in the rearview mirror.

    Lizetta was still hiding behind her teddy

    concar, her small frame perfectly

    concealed. If not for her dress

    peeking out, even Remington might have had trouble spotting her.

    He smirked lightly. "Alright, sit tight. We''re moving."

    As the car started to roll forward, he teased, "You might want to

    out before you suffocate back there. I can''t promise what I''ll do if you pass out."

    Lizetta''s head popped out from behind the bear, her face still flushed as she shot

    him a look of mock annoyance.

    "Where are you taking me?"

    She turned to the window, trying to mask her embarrassment.

    "Worried about Ynda, remember? I''m taking you to her," Remington exined softly.

    Lizetta turned to him in surprise.

    "Didn''t you just say we shouldn''t meddle in Ynda''s rtionship drama? That she''s just acting up?"

    Could it be that her anger had actually changed his mind?

    Her confusion was evident, and Remington gave her a knowing look.

    "Your words reminded me of us back in the day. I was reflecting on it, and that''s when I decided to take you to her. But then you got upset."

    Lizetta opened her mouth to speak, her face heating up again, words of apology stuck in her throat.

    Just then, they stopped at a red light.

    Remington unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning closer to her, tapping his cheek with a slender finger.

    "I''ve kissed you plenty today. How about you take this chance to make it up to me?"

 Chapter 905

    The man''s eyes were filled with a mix of amusement and a hint of pressure as he gazed at Lizetta.

    Lizetta''s hands, resting on herp, clenched tightly, her breath catching in her throat. She widened her eyes in disbelief at the audacity of the man before her.

    "You..."

    Before she could voice her refusal, Remington raised an eyebrow and interrupted.

    "What do you mean, ''you''? Haven''t you falsely used me? It''s only fair you make it up to me. I never taught you to be a trickster when you were a kid."

    Lizetta pursed her lips. "Yeah, well, you didn''t teach me how to take advantage either!"

    She had agreed to give him a chance to woo her, but that didn''t mean she had agreed to be his girlfriend. Yet, throughout the day, he acted like a boyfriend in training, taking every opportunity to be close.

    And now, he expected her to make the first move? Absolutely not!

    "Take advantage? Didn''t teach you that? Well, let me teach you now."

    If pushing boundaries would get her to open up just a little, Remington was all for

    it.

    Lizetta was at a loss for words, staring at the man who waited expectantly for a kiss. She didn''t budge.

    No way was she going to indulge him!

    She turned her head deliberately, avoiding his gaze, refusing to y along.

    She thought this would make him back off, but then the traffic light turned green, and he still showed no sign of driving.

    He remained turned towards her, saying, "Ms. Madden, hurry up, or Officer Friendly''s going to pay us another visit."

    Just as he finished speaking, a car horn red from behind them.

    Lizetta nced in the rearview mirror and saw Officer Friendly approaching on his bike.

    They hadn''t gotten far since theirst encounter, and now the same officer was heading their way.

    Having barely escaped embarrassment earlier, being caught by the officer again was not an option.

    In her panic, she acted without

    thinking, quickly leaning over to nt a kiss on his cheek, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and ency.

    "Drive, drive!"

    "At yourmand, Your Majesty."

    Remington was over the moon with satisfaction, wasting no time as he buckled

    his seatbelt and smoothly pulled away.

    Yet, the

    on his cheek where

    she''d kissed him tingled with an

    I intensity, as if a peta

    into his heart.

    He couldn''t exin it; he''d been through much more passionate moments before.

    But this fleeting peck on the cheek left him feeling incredibly content and touched, his eyes stinging slightly with emotion.

    As he gripped the steering wheel, maintaining an outward air of calm andposure, he noticed, through the rearview mirror, that the woman in the back seat seemed even quieter than before. ''

    He watched her with a smile. "Liz, are you shy now?"

    Lizetta hugged her teddy bear, tugging at its ears, and shot him a nce.

    "Just drive."

    Remington''s lips curved into a slight smile as he continued, "Next time, you''ll kiss me first, a real French kiss."

    Lizetta''s face, just beginning to cool, flushed again. "You''ve got some lofty dreams there."

    Remington raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, my ultimate dream is for Liz to marry me."

    Lizetta gave him another look. "Well, that''s a tall order. My family''s not too keen on someone like you."

    She was reminding him that her grandparents didn''t think highly of him, yet he still dared to dream.

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 Chapter 906

    "Wait, are you saying that just because your family doesn''t like something, you automatically love it?" Remington teased, his voice dripping with yful sarcasm.

    Lizetta nced up, catching his gaze in the rear-view mirror. Those deep-set eyes of his seemed to hold entire gxies within them. Her heart skipped a beat, and the retort she was about to throw at him vanished from her mind. She cursed herself inwardly for being so easily flustered by him, feeling utterly defenseless against his charm.

    Trying to regain herposure, she diverted the conversation, irritationcing her words. "Do you have any idea where Yoli is? Cassius took her, didn''t he?"

    "Rx, Cedric is on it. We''ll know soon enough," Remington assured her.

    True to his word, within minutes, they drove into an upscale neighborhood. Cassius''s mansion was nestled right at the center, bordered by a sereneke. The three-story European-style vi was surrounded by lush greenery, exuding an air of tranquility.

    As they approached, Remington noticed a sleek Koenigsegg parked out front. "That''s Cassius''s car," he remarked, smoothly pulling over.

    Before he could unbuckle and open her door, Lizetta had already sprung out of the car. But in her haste, she didn''t notice a small stone on the sidewalk. Her foot slipped, and she stumbled forward.

    Remington was out of the car in an instant, reaching out to steady her with his long arm. She found herself pressed against his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt, her eyes wide with surprise.

    With a yful smirk, Remington looked down at her. "Well, Ms. Madden, I haven''t even started chasing you, and here you are, jumping right into my arms."

    Lizetta felt a jolt from his teasing, like a spark of electricity. Flustered, she quickly pushed away from him and hurried ahead. Remington closed the car door, watching Ker retreating figure with an amused smile. He called after her, "Take it easy. Even if you sprint, i won''t change what''s happening."

    He had faith that Cassius would handle things with some level of decorum. But

    before his words fully faded, a familiar, stern male voice boomed from the mansion''s garden.

    "Ynda, get down from there!"

    Recognizing Cassius''s voice, Lizetta quickened her pace. Her expression shifted to concern as she looked up. There, on the third-floor balcony, Ynda stood precariously, d in nothing but a bathrobe, teetering dangerously on the edge.

    Cassius, looking disheveled, emerged from the room, his expression icy.

    Lizetta''s heart raced, panic flooding her veins. "Yali." she called out, trying to urge Ynda to calm down. But before she could finish her plea, Ynda released her grip on the railing and plummeted towards the ground.

    "Yoli!" Lizetta screamed, her voice mingling with Cassius''s own cry of shock and anger.

    Cassius lunged forward, trying to grab Ynda, but he only managed to catch the sleeve of her robe. The fabric slipped through his fingers, and she fell.

    A loud ssh echoed as she hit the swimming pool below, water erupting in a cascade of droplets.

    "Yoli! Cassius, get her out of there!" Lizetta shouted, sprinting toward the pool, desperate for help.

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    Lizetta''s face was a mask of panic, her voice shaky.

    She cursed herself inwardly for wearing a pencil skirt under her coat today-a garment not exactly made for running.

    In that moment, she realized just how instinctively she trusted and relied on Remington.

    "Don''t worry, I''m here."

    Remington''s deep voice resonated beside her.

    In the next instant, his reassuring hand patted her shoulder before he was off like a shot towards the pool.

    Lizetta felt a wave of calm wash over her, enough to steady her wobbly legs.

    But just as Remington reached the pool''s edge, there was another loud ssh. Cassius had jumped from the third floor right after him.

    By the time Lizetta made it to the poolside, Cassius had already reached the bottom, pulling Ynda to the surface.

    Remington was in the water too, swimming swiftly towards them.

    Seeing this, Lizetta felt a little more at ease and refrained from diving in herself.

    "How is she?"

    Remington swam over, asking.

    "She''s okay."

    Cassius looked slightly pale but seemed otherwise alright, showing no signs of exhaustion or injury.

    However, Ynda, whom he was holding, was clearly unconscious.

    Ynda''s robe hade undone, and seeing that Cassius was managing, Remington turned back towards the pool''s edge.

    Lizetta was already there, anxiously waiting, her coat ready in hand.

    As soon as Cassius brought Ynda to the side, Lizetta quickly wrapped her in

    the coat, cradling her and checking her over.

    "Yoli? Yoli!"

    Lizetta gently tapped Ynda''s

    noting her paleplexion and closed eyes, with no

    response nee

    She

    urgentlyid her down to perform chestpressions.

    Luckily, she had been saved just in time, and Ynda soon turned her head, coughing up water.

    Cassius, panting at the pool''s edge, finally rxed, relief washing over his previously tense, anxious eyes.

    "Remi, get Yoli inside quickly."

    Lizetta looked up, and Remington bent down to lift Ynda, carrying her into the vi.

    Cassius took a moment to catch his breath before climbing out of the pool.

    Barely had he steadied himself when he was met with a sharp p.

    The sound echoed loudly.

    Lizetta''s expression was icy. "What did you do to Yoli to push her to such an extent? She''s broken up with you. Can''t you just let her go?"

    "I didn''t-"

    Cassius''s cheek stung, his head turned from the impact. His brow furrowed, eyes shing with anger as he red at Lizetta.

    But before he could utter a word in his defense, Lizetta had already spun on her heel and hurried into the vi.

    Cassius''s fists clenched, his expression darkening as he followed her inside.

    Half an hourter, a private doctor arrived to give a still-unconscious Ynda a thorough check-up.

    "Doctor, how is she?" Lizetta asked anxiously, holding Ynda''s hand.

    "Nothing serious, you don''t need to worry too much," the doctor replied, packing up his medical bag.

    Lizetta''s brow furrowed with disbelief. "Nothing serious? What do you mean? Yoli''s out cold. Doesn''t she need any treatment?"

    The doctor''s nonchnt attitude puzzled her.

    "There''s no significant injury. She''s not exactly unconscious, just deeply asleep from drinking too much. Goodness knows how much she had. She''ll wake up once she''s slept it off. If you''re worried, you could give her some aspirin for the hangover."

    Lizetta was momentarily speechless.

    She nced at Ynda, whoy there under the covers, silent and still. She didn''t know whether to be relieved or to wake her up and give her a piece of her mind.

    What a scare she gave them all.

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    Lizetta thanked the doctor, who nodded and left the room.

    After tucking Ynda snugly into bed, Lizetta followed the doctor out.

    In the living room, Remington and Cassius were still waiting. As soon as the doctor appeared, Cassius looked up expectantly.

    "How is she?"

    The doctor exined the situation briefly, then approached Cassius. "How about you, sir? Let me take a look at you, too."

    She was the Sterling family''s private doctor, and though she''d wanted to check on Cassius first when she arrived, he''d insisted she see Ynda. But Cassius didn''t look well either, so she asked again about his condition.

    Cassius waved her off. "I''m fine, no need to check."

    The doctor frowned. "But you have a bruise on your forehead and your face..."

    Indeed, Cassius had a noticeable swelling on his forehead, and a distinct handprint was visible on his right cheek-courtesy of Lizetta''s earlier p.

    Looking irritated, Cassius blocked the doctor''s attempts to examine him further. "I just bumped into something, it''s nothing. You can leave now, and I''d prefer it if today''s events stayed confidential."

    The doctor had been with the Sterling family for years, and Cassius had only called her because she was nearby. He did not want her reporting back to his parents.

    Seeing how determined he was, the doctor didn''t linger and soon took her leave.

    Once she was gone, Cassius doubled over, holding his head, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

    Remington''s lips twisted into a wry smile. "Three floors up, and you''re acting like you''ve given yourself a concussion?"

    Cassius winced, annoyed. "It wasn''t the fall, it was Ynda! She''s the one who hit me!"

    Lizetta stood with her arms crossed, not an ounce of sympathy in her gaze. "Why on earth would Yoli hit you?"

    Her eyes were sharp and using, as if she were staring down a criminal.

    Cassius felt the heat rise in his

    cheeks, the sting of the p ring up again. Anger bubbled within him. "And what makes you think I did anything to her? I swear..."

    His words were cut off by a sharp pain in his leg. He yelped and looked

    incredulously at Remington beside him.

    "Remi, I''m already hurting, and you''re kicking me?"

    Remington''s face was impassive, cool as ice. "Watch your tone with your sister-in-w."

    Cassius almost choked on the unfairness of it all. Was he not speaking

    respectfully? It was Remi''s girlfriend who had jumped to conclusions and humiliated him.

    "She..." He started to protest but stopped short at Remington''s warning re, swallowing his curses.

    "What could possibly have done to Ynda? I saw she was drunk and thought I''d help by bringing her back here to rest. She puked all over my car and my suit, and I didn''t say a word. I even helped her change into fresh clothes. Then, out of nowhere, she goes berserk, kicks me so hard I hit my head, and before I can ask her what''s wrong, she throws herself down the stairs. How is any of this my fault?"

    Cassius, clutching his forehead, felt utterly misunderstood and unjustly med. He was having the worst luck. If he''d known how wild Ynda would get when drunk, he wouldn''t have let her drink in the first ce.

    Despite his detailed exnation and genuine distress, he looked up to find Lizetta

    and even Remington still regarding him with suspicion.

    "For God''s sake! Everything I''ve said is true. Why are you looking at me like I''m a criminal?"

 Chapter 909

    "Yoli went on a perfectly ordinary date, and next thing we know, you''ve got her

    drunk and brought her here. You im you didn''t do anything to her, yet she beat you up and then jumped out of a window? Does that sound logical to you?" Lizetta narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Cassius.

    She wasn''t buying Cassius''s story for a second. He was definitely trouble.

    Cassius, on the other hand, was furious. He pointed to the bump on his forehead. "I''ve got the bruises to prove it! Look at my head, and there are more on my body!"

    With that, he abruptly stood up and tore open his shirt. Earlier, in the room, Ynda had kicked him hard in the chest, making him fall off the bed and hit his head.

    "Who do you think you are, shing around like that?" But just as Cassius tugged open his shirt, a pillow came flying at him.

    It was Remington, who had rushed past and covered Lizetta''s eyes, pulling her into his arms. "Don''t look, it''ll hurt your eyes," he said yfully.

    Lizetta found herself enveloped in Remington''s familiar scent. He had jumped into the pool to save someone earlier and hadn''t had time to change. His clothes were still damp, and through them, she could feel the warmth of his chest. Her breath caught for a moment.

    "I... I didn''t see anything," she mumbled.

    Remington ran a hand through Lizetta''s hair, a smile ying at his lips, and whispered in her ear, "Good girl."

    Cassius had stood too quickly. As he fumbled with his robe, Remington''s nudge sent him sprawling back onto the couch, causing his bruised chest to throb painfully.

    ring at Remington, Cassius felt like he''d just been hit with a ton of bricks. Especially whenpared to Remington''s current disy of affection, Cassius felt like kicking them both out of his vi.

    But he didn''t dare. Under the weight of Remington''s warning re, Cassius grudgingly pulled his robe closed, tying it tightly around him.

    Still fuming, he muttered, "Remi, could you please show a little consideration for my feelings and act like a human being?"

    Lizetta nudged Remington at that, and he finally let her go. Pulling her down to sit beside him on the couch, he said, "Cassius probably isn''t lying. He does have a fresh bruise on his chest."

    Cassius felt a bit vindicated. At least Remi believed him and was speaking up for him.

    "See? I''ve been wrongly used! You owe me an apology!" Cassius demanded, ring at Lizetta.

    Cassius had never been pped by a woman before. If Remington weren''t here, he would have...

    He was mentallyposing a tirade when a swift kick brought him back to reality.

    "Who''s apologizing to whom?" Remington''s long leg had found its mark, and Cassius''s brief moment offort shattered.

    "Remi, I didn''t do anything to

    Ynda, but my face-look at this et

    Shan

    handprint! She left it there. Doesn''t owe me an apology?"

    MS

    Lizetta looked at Cassius and huffed. "I''m not apologizing."

    Regardless of whether Cassius had done anything to Ynda, Lizetta had long wanted to give him a piece of her mind for his past behavior toward her.

    Remington nodded in agreement. "Yeah, no apology."

    "Remi!" Cassius was incredulous, while Remington simply raised an eyebrow at him.

 Chapter 910

    "She hit me without apologizing, so why should she apologize to you? Do you think you''re more special than me?"

    Lizetta just stared, speechless. Cassius was equally struck dumb, his silence punctuated only by his incredulous, disdainful gaze.

    Remington narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice. "I had dinner with your old man yesterday. He mentioned that the Sterling Group''s been a bit shakytely, lots of restless folks. Your big brother seems to be under a lot of pressure. Maybe I should give him a call, suggest that you go back and lend a hand?"

    Cassius was happily working as an actor, far removed from any interest in the family business. Besides, his big brother was his half-brother, and Cassius had a lot of respect for him, wanting no part in any sibling rivalry.

    If he did return to Sterling Group, he''d likely get dragged into corporate battles and possibly end up butting heads with his brother. That was thest thing Cassius wanted. His passion for the entertainment industry was partly to avoid such conflicts.

    Remington, with his sway among the older folks, could easily make things

    happen. If he suggested it, Cassius''s father might juste knocking with a cane, insisting that he join the firm.

    So, as soon as Remington brought it up, Cassius quickly straightened up, sped his hands together, and said, "Remi, I was wrong."

    Remington raised an eyebrow. "Who should you be apologizing to?"

    Cassius hurriedly turned to Lizetta, offering a sheepish grin. "Lizetta, I misspoke earlier. You know my mouth runs off sometimes. How about this, you can hit me again to even it out?"

    Cassius was nothing if not adaptable, offering the other cheek to Lizetta.

    Lizetta looked at him with a hint of amusement and made a motion as if to raise her hand.

    Cassius flinched, pulling back, but Lizetta just lowered her hand. "You really are quite the actor, aren''t you?"

    Cassius chuckled awkwardly. "Remi''s still wet. Since Ynda''s okay, you should take him for a shower and get him some dry clothes."

    He threw a pleading look at

    Remington. Cassius really

    want to be grilled by Lizetta any

    longer. When did he realize she was

    so tenacious and hard to deal with?

    Seeing Cassius''s swollen forehead and pale face, Remington decided to help his buddy out. He turned his head and sneezed as if on cue.

    Lizetta immediately looked at him with concern. "Are you okay? Come on, let''s get you warmed up with a hot shower." She stood up, pulling Remington along towards the stairs.

    After all, he had jumped into the pool to help her.

    Remington let Lizetta lead him, watching her worried expression, and couldn''t help but smile. Happiness washed over him again.

    "The guest room is right across from Ynda''s on the second floor. Feel free to use it," Cassius called after them, relieved, yet still reminding them.

    He prided himself on being a loyal

    friend, even if Remi was a bit toet

    focused on romancetely. Here he still

    Wing ways to give Remi a

    chance. Wasn''t that admirable?

    As Lizetta led Remington up the staircase, Cassius''s voice stopped her. She turned back with a warning look. "Don''t bother Yoli until she''s sobered up!"

    What if Ynda got upset again and did something drastic?

    Cassius could only roll his eyes. As if he''d want to go near her. That wild woman -once she was back to her senses, he''d have words with her!

 Chapter 911

    Lizetta had barely pushed Remington into the guest room when she realized she didn''t need to follow him inside.

    She pulled her hand back and urged, "Go on, take a shower. I''ll go check on Yoli."

    As she turned around, hand reaching for the door handle, Remington''srge hand suddenly appeared over her shoulder and pressed against the door, blocking her escape.

    His grip was firm, the veins on the back of his hand standing out in a way that was both strong and undeniably attractive.

    Lizetta''s gaze flicked to his hand, and her heart skipped a beat, her back stiffening.

    "Liz, what''s got you all tense?"

    Remington leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur in her ear, with a hint of teasing.

    Truth was, Lizetta was a bit on edge.

    Since they''d reunited, this was the first time she and Remington were alone in a room together.

    Behind her was arge bed, and Remington''s recent behavior had her mind racing with all kinds of inappropriate scenarios.

    "I''m not tense? You need to shower and change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold and start whining for me to take care of you."

    Last night, Remington had spent hours kneeling under the stars, catching a chill, and he''d been running a fever this morning.

    She''dpletely forgotten about that when she urged him into the pool earlier.

    Feeling a little guilty and concerned, Lizetta turned to push him toward the bathroom.

    She wanted him to stop clinging to her so recklessly.

    But in her haste, she forgot that Remington was standing so close behind her.

    As she turned abruptly, her lips identally brushed against his neck.

    The soft contact, the sweet scent.

    Lizetta bit her lip, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of pink.

    Remington lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on her rapidly flutteringshes, and cut her off.

    "Did you mean to do that?"

    Lizetta instinctively looked up to re at him, but it was as if Remington had been waiting for that exact moment.

    As she lifted her head, her lips parted, and like a hunter who had set his sights, he leaned in and captured that cherry hue with precision.

    Their breaths mingled, and this time, his kiss was bold and without restraint.

    Lizetta''s eyes fluttered shut, his hands pulling her closer into his embrace, deepening the kiss.

    His chest was searing hot, and Lizetta felt as if she mightbust, caught up in the dizzying sensation.

    At some point, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck.

    Remington felt her response and his heart skipped a beat.

    Lizetta let out a soft whimper, her eyes suddenly opening, filled with a mix of daze and panic.

    She didn''t know whether Remington had been watching her the entire time, or if

    he opened his eyes because he sensed her unease.

    In any case, Lizetta found herself lost in the dark depths of his gaze.

    Like a dangerous whirlpool ready to swallow her whole.

    Her panic grew, her body both trembling and weak, hershes fluttering helplessly.

    She was torn between wanting him to continue and fearing what mighte next.

    Suddenly, Remington''s hand, which had been trailing along her back, dropped away. He stepped back slightly, his breath quick and heavy.

    Lizetta''s forehead rested against his chest, where she could hear the rapid, fervent thumping of his heart.

    It beat wildly, just for her.

    Her cheeks still burning, she bit her lip, silently trying to steady her breathing and shrink away.

    "Don''t bite. I won''t touch you."

    Even though her head was bowed, and he couldn''t see her, it was like he knew exactly what she was doing. His deep voice came from above, as his hand gently pinched her cheek.

    Lizetta was forced to release her lip, a short, soft gasp escaping her.

    Remington felt the heat rise again, threatening to overwhelm him.

    It was maddening.

    He took a subtle step back, his Adam''s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

    Lizetta nced down and saw something she shouldn''t have, her ming

    fa again as she quickly looked

    up again.

    But clearly, Remington hadn''t expected her sudden movement.

    There was a thud.

    "Ow!"

    "Ah!"

    Both of them cried out in pain at the same time.

    Lizetta''s head had collided harshly with Remington''s firm chin.

    Lizetta held her head, tears springing to her eyes from the pain.

    Remington wasn''t much better off; his teeth had caught his lip, leaving a bright red

    smear.

    Ignoring his own difort, he quickly asked, "Where did you hit? Does it hurt? Let me see!"

    He gently took Lizetta''s small hand, moving it aside to check her head.

    "I''m okay... but your lip! It''s bleeding!"

    Lizetta batted his hand away, shaking her head.

    When she saw the blood beading at the corner of Remington''s lips, she was startled.

    Clearly, he''d gotten the worse end of it.

    Remington ran his tongue over the blood, "Just a scratch."

    Lizetta looked into his eyes, and a moment, they both fell

    Vel

    before bursting intoulett

    t belongs to sweet

    It was a mix of embarrassment, awkwardness, and humor.

    The tension from earlier slowly dissipated as Remington took a deep breath, finally calming down.

    He reached for Lizetta''s waist again.

    Recalling their earlier heated contact, Lizetta instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

    But Remington merely took her rumpled shirt and began tucking it back into her

    skirt.

    "No rush, let me take my time chasing you. This time, we''ll go slow."

    His voice was gentle and soothing.

    Whether he was saying it to himself or to Lizetta, she wasn''t sure.

    But to Lizetta, it sounded like he was insinuating she was eager.

    Her cheeks flushed hot once more, and she red at him, embarrassed and

    angry.

    "Who''s rushing?"

    "Me! I thought you got the message loud and clear just now."

    Remington teased.

    Lizetta caught his gaze, and her heart started racing again, both bashful and

    annoyed.

    She shouldn''t have taken his bait!

    Seeing her reaction, Remington smirked slightly, reaching up to smooth her hair.

    "Okay, I''ll go shower. Just wanted you to ask Cassius if he has any clean clothes I can change into But you seemed a bit flustered, didn''t let me finish."  t to

    Could he just shut up already?!

    She pushed Remington away, keeping her head down. "I''ll go ask."

    With that, she turned and swiftly opened the door, slipping out of the room.

 Chapter 912

    Lizetta was wandering around the house, trying to find Cassius, when she bumped into a middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper in the living

    room.

    The woman smiled warmly at Lizetta as she approached. "You must be Ms. Madden, right? I''m Zora. The young master is taking a bath and asked me to prepare a change of clothes for both you and Mr. Dashiell. Why don''t you freshen up and change into something dry too?"

    Zora handed Lizetta two sets of clothes. Lizetta noticed her own clothes were slightly damp, but she wasn''t keen on changing in an unfamiliar ce. shing a polite smile, she replied, "Could you please take the gentleman''s clothes to the guest room on the second floor, east side? I think I''ll be fine without changing."

    Zora hesitated, her expression shifting slightly. After a brief pause, she insisted, "Ms. Madden, I really think you should change too."

    Perplexed by Zora''s insistence, Lizetta nced down at herself, following the woman''s gaze. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her silk blouse was crumpled, bearing telltale signs of a recent, heated encounter.

    Images of Remington pinning her against the door, kissing her fervently, shed through her mind. His boldness had grown with her silent consent, his hands roaming over her blouse, leaving it a wrinkled testament to his touch.

    "I..." Lizetta started to exin, but realized any attempt would only make things worse. She finally acquiesced, "Alright, I''ll go change. Could you take Mr. Dashiell''s clothes up, please?"

    Zora, clearly following instructions, shook her head. "That won''t do. There are only two guest rooms here. The young master is using one, and Ms. Ynda is resting in the master bedroom. I''m afraid Ms. Madden will have to share with Mr. Dashiell."

    Lizetta was incredulous. A three-story mansion with only two guest rooms? Sharing a room with Remington was out of the question. She quickly suggested, "I''ll just use the master bedroom to¡ª"

    But she stopped herself. The master bedroom belonged to Cassius, after

    vel

    all. That seemed even more inappropriate. Caught in her dilemma, Zora handed her Remington''s clothes too, hastily exining, "I need to start on some hangover soup and prepare something to eat. Ms. Ynda has been sick twice, and she''ll be hungry when she wakes. I must hurry."

    With that, Zora disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lizetta standing there holding the clothes. She sighed and headed upstairs. There was no point in being picky-she''d seen every part of Remington before. It wasn''t as if he''d grown a third arm or something since theyst met.

    Resolving herself, she pushed open the door to the guest room. Inside, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Remington was still showering. She exhaled a small sigh of relief, setting the clothes on the bed, intending to leave the room. But the water

    stopped abruptly.

    Before she could react, the bathroom door opened. Lizetta instinctively turned, her breath catching.

    Remington emerged, a towel loosely draped around his waist. He hadn''t bothered drying off properly, and droplets of water trailed down his skin-over his throat, across his chest, and along the defined lines of his abs, disappearing into the towel.

    Lizetta found herself thinking that the towel seemed oddly superfluous. What was she thinking?

    Realizing she had been staring, Lizetta felt her ears heat up. She quickly turned away, stammering, "I''ve left your clothes here. You can change first. I''ll just step outside..."

    She didn''t look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his tall frame moving closer, bringing with him a wave of warm, humid air and an unmistakable aura of masculinity.

    Her scalp tingled, and she made to leave. But Remington sidestepped, blocking her path. Lizetta halted abruptly, nearly colliding with him.

 Chapter 913

    She suspected he did it on purpose!

    Lizetta lifted her head, her eyes usingly locking onto his. She thought to herself what a load of nonsense, iming to take things slow; he was just a big

    liar.

    However, what she was met with was the man''s incredibly innocent and sincere gaze. He even looked puzzled as he spoke.

    "I noticed you left your clothes out here. I''ve finished using the bathroom; you can go in now. Where else would you go?"

    With that, the man walked to the other side of the bed, not touching her at all.

    But Lizetta didn''t feel relieved; instead, she felt like she was overthinking things and making a fool of herself. She felt even more awkward.

    "What are you standing there for? Go ahead. Or would you rather stay and watch me change?"

    Remington had reached the bed and, seeing her frozen in ce, teased her with a smile.

    He even pretended to tug at the towel around his waist, which sent Lizetta scrambling to grab her clothes and dash into the bathroom.

    Remington watched the bathroom door close and took a few deep breaths.

    The way she reacted, all flustered and embarrassed like a schoolgirl, was absolutely adorable¡ªand incredibly enticing.

    He couldn''t help but want to tease her a little, but his body didn''t seem to agree with him; even being close was like ying with fire.

    With a self-deprecating chuckle, Remington turned to find his clothes.

    Just one nce, and all the calming breaths he had taken were in vain.

    Right there, among his clothes, was a pair of delicate white panties, softce and all, looking both innocent and alluring.

    Remington felt a vein throb in his forehead.

    He nced at the bathroom door, now closed with the sound of running watering from behind it, and rubbed his temples.

    Meanwhile, Cassius had just finished his shower and was about to find some balm for the bruise on his chest.

    But when he looked up, he saw someone sitting on the couch.

    "Jeez! Remi, my man, I went out of my way to create some quality alone time for you with your wife, and here you are, sulking with a smoke instead of making the most of it!"

    Remington had a cigarette between his fingers and, upon hearing Cassius, took another drag, exhaling slowly without even looking at him.

    Cassius found it amusing. Still drying his hair, he plopped down next to

    Remington, speaking with the familiarity of old friends.

    "Remi, I get it. You''re frustrated, feeling like youck the charm, and your wife kicked you out, right?"

    Remington took another drag, his handsome face slightly hollowed

    haring his sharp features. The

    thin veil of smoke escaping his lips added a mysterious, storied aura.

    Just wow.

    Even as a guy, Cassius was momentarily mesmerized. How could Remington not win Lizetta over with that kind of presence?

    What kind of taste do women have these days? They''re blind as bats, everyst one of them.

    Cassius was lost in thought when Remington stubbed out his cigarette and asked in a low voice.

    "Who got her clothes ready?"

    Cassius paused, instantly understanding that ''her'' could only mean Lizetta.

    He was a bit puzzled as he replied, "Of course, I had the housekeeper prepare them. Why?"

    Thinking of the rather risqu¨¦ lingerie, Remington''s eyes darkened.

    Thank goodness it wasn''t Cassius

    who

    he

    red them. No way would y another man to select

    personal items for his womit

    "Nothing." Remington nodded.

    such

    Cassius was even more puzzled, not realizing he''d narrowly avoided a dangerous situation.

    "Since you''re here, could you help me with the balm?"

    Cassius grabbed the ointment and sat back down next to Remington, loosening his robe.

    Remington immediately stood, looking down at him with disdain, one hand in his pocket.

    "Stop being such a drama queen. Let that bruise remind you for a while."

    Cassius red up, "I didn''t do anything! What am I supposed to learn? If anyone should learn a lesson, it''s that crazy Ynda!"

    Seeing his friend''s frustrated

    expression and hearing his defiance when mentioning Ynda,

    jel

    Remington''s demeanor shifted slightly as he asked.

    "What are you nning to do about Ynda?"

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    "What are you nning?" Cassius asked nonchntly, spraying antiseptic on his chest.

    Remington''s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice steady and firm. "If you''re going to pursue Ynda, do it right, with marriage in mind. If you''re only in it for a thrill, back off now and stop bothering her."

    Cassius paused in his movements, looking up at Remington in disbelief. "Remi, what are you even talking about? Don''t tell me you still have feelings for Ynda..."

    But the dark look in Remington''s eyes made Cassius realize his mistake. Remington was devoted to Lizetta; he wouldn''t be interested in another woman, especially not Lizetta''s best friend.

    Feeling the intensity of Remington''s gaze, Cassius gave a nervous chuckle. "Come on, Remi, you know how your words can be misleading sometimes."

    He could feel the cold sweat forming on his back. The thought of bing romantic rivals with Remington was terrifying-he''d stand no chance.

    "Just remember what I said," Remington reiterated, ignoring Cassius''s silly assumptions. This was as close to a warning as he was willing to give.

    Cassius''s expression soured, his brow furrowing. "Remi, I''m your buddy, right? And here you are warning me over some woman who isn''t even rted to you? Besides, how am I not pursuing her properly?"

    "If I weren''t serious, who knows what might have happened to Yndast night when she got

    drunk? She''s just being dramati

    overreacting with her temper. Its not like did anything wrong; she''s the one who threw money in my face and called it quits. It''s been days and she still hasn''t calmed down!"

    Cassius couldn''t understand why Remington was siding with Ynda over him. It

    felt like Remington was putting a woman before their friendship.

    "Really, if you were there, why did Ynda end up drinking so much? Wasn''t it you who dragged her into the booth in the first ce?" Remington questioned coldly.

    Cassius felt a pang of guilt. He had tried reaching out to Ynda for days, but she had blocked him on every social tform. Even when he orchestrated ''chance'' encounters, she ignored himpletely. Today, she had even set up a blind date!

    Out of frustration, he had made

    things difficult for her in front of their friends, all of whom held higher

    social status than Ynda. They followed his lead, making it hard for her to escape. He thought forcing her to bow her head would make her see reason.

    But Ynda had downed every drink on the table, red and white, without giving him a second nce. Cassius felt a mix of anger and regret, recalling how she had been sick and crying in the car afterward, her face pate after being pulled from the water.

    "Remi, just focus on your own rtionship. Stay out of ours," Cassius said stubbornly.

    Remington looked at Cassius, realizing that no amount of talking would change his friend''s mind.

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    With a lesson like that right in front of him, Cassius couldn''t seem to take a hint.

    What else could he do?

    "Ynda is one of the most important people to Liz. She''s practically family, and by extension, so am I. I don''t want things to blow up so bad that we can''t even be friends anymore."

    Remington''s voice was low and firm as he spoke, turning on his heel to leave the

    room.

    But his message was crystal clear: if Cassius hurt Ynda, Remington would be in her corner, no questions asked.

    As Remington''s presence faded from the room, Cassius ground his teeth in frustration, a restless irritation gnawing at him.

    He couldn''t even finish applying the ointment he was using. Frustrated, he tossed aside the bottle and made his way out.

    He pushed open the master bedroom door, where Ynday fast asleep on therge bed.

    Though asleep, she was anything but peaceful; thefortery crumpled on the floor, barely a corner left draped over her feet.

    Her nightgown was all bunched up around her waist, leaving her long legspletely exposed.

    Cassius sighed, walked over, and picked up the fallenforter, tossing it back over the oblivious, yet trouble-prone, woman.

    "Clueless woman, you''re gonna end up freezing to death one day."

    Seeing no response from Ynda and no signs of her waking, Cassius turned to leave.

    But just as he turned, somethingnded at his feet with a soft thud.

    Looking down, he saw it was the very sameforter he had just tossed over her.

    "You''re doing this on purpose, aren''t you?" Cassius muttered, picking up theforter, his voice tinged with irritation.

    He assumed Ynda was awake and just messing with him.

    But when he turned back, he saw her legs twitching before she suddenly rolled towards the edge of the bed.

    "Oh, for crying out loud!"

    Cassius cursed under his breath and sprang forward, catching her just before she hit the ground.

    The momentum sent them both rolling, and Cassius''s head

    of the couch, earning a low grunt

    connected painfully with the Coet

    from him.

    "Ynda!" Cassius growled through gritted teeth.

    But before he could push her off

    him, Ynda''s face contorted in

    difort, like she was about to throw up.

    Cassius was instantly seized by fear. She had already turned his car into a mess earlier today, and even after two showers and a dip in the pool, he couldn''t shake the feeling of being covered in grime.

    He couldn''t handle another round of that.

    Acting on instinct, Cassius mped a hand over her mouth, trying to prevent the disaster from repeating.

    "Ynda, you better cut it out. If you throw up on me again, I swear I''ll toss you into the pool myself!"

    His outburst faded as he noticed the rming shade of red creeping up Ynda''s face.

    It hit him then ¡ª in his haste, he''d covered both her mouth and nose, leaving her gasping for air.

    And with her lying face down on him, she was suffocating.

    Cassius hadn''t realized just how small Ynda''s face was. One hand covered nearly half of it.

    Just as he was about to release his grip, Ynda''s eyes flew open.

    Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, Cassius felt a flicker of nervousness.

    In that instant, he forgot to move his hand.

    Ynda''s expression shifted from confusion to fury in the blink of an eye.

    Without hesitation, she drew her knee back and aimed a sharp blow at his most vulnerable spot.

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    Cassius waspletely caught off guard by her move, letting out a pained grunt as his face flushed with an unnatural red.

    Naturally, this forced him to release his grip on Ynda''s mouth and nose, clutching his own injury instead.

    Ynda quickly rolled off him, seething with anger. "Murderer! Trying to kill me while I''m drunk, Cassius, I can''t believe you''re such a scumbag!"

    Hands on her hips, Ynda''s head throbbed, but her fury was even more intense.

    She recalled sitting in the booth at the restaurant, Cassius lording over the table, forcing her to down drink after drink. It made her heart ache with frustration.

    But she never expected Cassius to stoop even lower-to try and smother her while she was passed out?

    Her whole body ached, as if she had been tossed around or run over by a truck.

    Yet she couldn''t remember what had happened, her memory stuck at the moment they were drinking in the booth.

    Surely Cassius had done something while she was unconscious.

    "Cassius, did you hit me while I was out cold?"

    Ynda moved her shoulders and back, the soreness intensifying.

    But she noticed something was off with Cassius too. Despite her angry rants, the wretched man was still curled up on the floor?

    That wasn''t like Cassius at all.

    Frowning, Ynda said, "Cassius? What''s with you? Don''t pretend to be hurt to get sympathy."

    "Ugh..."

    The man shifted, letting out a faint groan, sounding utterly pained.

    Ynda furrowed her brow even deeper, nervously licking her lips.

    "Hey, are you serious right now?"

    How could he be so fragile?

    She thought she hadn''t hit him that hard.

    Trying to recall the moment, her

    mind still foggy, she realized sheet

    might have used a bit more force thanintended-maybe four, five, even seven or eight parts strength?

    "Cassius, seriously!"

    Ynda''s expression changed to one of rm. She quickly crouched down to check on him, muttering all the while.

    "Stop pretending, you''re just waiting for me to get close so you can counterattack, aren''t you? If you do, I won''t hold back..."

    However, seeing Cassius''s face

    with cold

    In

    unna sweat, hispressio

    pale, and his

    filled with agony, she genuinely

    started to panic.

    "Come on, I just hit you once, how can it be this bad!"

    Cassius had just endured a wave of excruciating pain, slowly unclenching his jaw.

    He opened his cloudy eyes to look at the clueless woman before him.

    "Maybe you should consider where you hit me..."

    His voice was tinged with weakness and pain, and Ynda felt genuinely worried and a bit guilty.

    Seeing Cassius like that, she instinctively winced, feeling a phantom pain of her own.

    But she was stubborn, retorting, "Well, you attacked me while I was asleep! You... you must have

    grabbed my chest or something

    because it hurts too! Did I fight back? Is that why you couldn''t seed and tried to smother me?"

    Her logic flowed seamlessly, convincing herself more with each word.

    Especially when she nced down and noticed her clothes were gone, reced with a flimsy silk robe.

    Her deduction seemed wless.

    So, the lousy man deserved no sympathy, getting kicked where it hurts served him right.

    Cassius gritted his teeth, of course her chest hurt.

    She had lunged headfirst into the pool, and luckily she didn''t have any imnts,

    or they might have flown out.

    "Help me... to the bed!" Cassius groaned through gritted teeth.

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    Ynda watched Cassius, who looked so fragile he could hardly stand, feeling a mix of guilt and anxiety twist inside her.

    Did she actually mess him up this bad?

    If that were the case, the Sterling family would surelye after her, pitchforks and all.

    Panic pricked at her, and she decided it was time to stop pointing fingers. She reached out to help Cassius up.

    He tried to support himself, releasing the hand that was clutching his groin, struggling mightily.

    In her distress, Ynda bent down, and to her surprise, managed to lift Cassius off the ground.

    For the first time in his life, Cassius found himself being carried like a princess, and by none other than a woman who barely stood 5''3", with arms and legs that looked like twigs.

    He was so stunned that he instinctively clung to Ynda''s shoulders.

    "Ynda, are you even a woman? Put me down, for Pete''s sake!"

    They were close to the bed, so Ynda, without another thought, tossed the refined Mr. Sterling onto it.

    "Ow! Ynda!"

    Cassiusy there, feeling like he''d lost all his dignity in one day.

    He gritted his teeth, his jawline looking even sharper, his gaze cutting like a de.

    His face always had a bit of a rogue look, and after he yed a ruthless drug lord in that award-winning movie, people couldn''t forget his fierce presence.

    Some fans even jokingly suggested the cops should check him out, seriously suspecting he had a real-life criminal streak.

    If it were any other woman, she''d probably be clinging to his leg, tearfully begging for forgiveness by now.

    But Ynda wasn''t scared of him. Instead, she squinted at Cassius, giving him a once-over with suspicion.

    "You suddenly seem so full of life. Were you faking being hurt? Are you actually fine?"

    Cassius internally cursed, curling up again, snapping in annoyance.

    "Fake it? Why would I? You know exactly what you did. Why are you just standing there? Go get a doctor!"

    Ynda, jolted by his words, saw his expression and realized it didn''t seem like he was pretending.

    Also, considering Cassius''s pride, if he wasn''t actually hurt, he''d never ask for a doctor.

    With that in mind, worry crept back into her.

    "You hang in there, I''ll find a doctor."

    She turned and dashed out.

    Ynda didn''t expect to see Lizetta stepping o out of the room as she exited.

    dn''t expect to see s to .n

    "Liz? What are you doing here?"

    Ynda was surprised. How long had she been out of it? What else had she

    forgotten?

    Lizetta took a couple of steps

    forward. "You''ve got some

    almost gave me a heart at

    asking that, Ms. Ynda.

    II

    Ynda looked puzzled, but she remembered she had someone needing medical attention inside.

    Without further dy, she shut the door behind her and said,

    "Liz, I need to run downstairs for a bit."

    Her expression was slightly awkward, and she hurried down the stairs.

    Lizetta had heard some shouting from inside earlier and found Ynda''s behavior strange.

    But clearly, whatever went down, it wasn''t Ynda who was hurt or causing a

    scene.

    Lizetta chuckled and followed her quickly.

    "Yoli, you didn''t leave poor Cassius in shambles, did you?"

    She called out to Ynda at the top of the stairs.

    Ynda was already halfway down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

    It was embarrassing, mostly because the incident could tarnish Cassius''s reputation. If she had indeed injured him, it was better if fewer people knew.

    Without turning back, she waved dismissively.

    "No, no, I''m just starving! Off to find something to eat!"

    She heard soundsing from the kitchen and quickly made her way there.

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    Ynda found herself in the kitchen as expected, where the housekeeper, Zora, was bustling about.

    Before she could say a word, Zora turned around, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Oh, Ms. Ynda, you''re awake! Feeling hungry, I bet? Master Cassius mentioned you might be, given the rough night you had. He asked me to prepare some light oatmeal and desserts, just in case your stomach''s still upset from before."

    The rich aroma of food filled the air, and Ynda paused, taken aback. "Cassius really said that?" she asked, skepticism in her voice.

    Zora nodded earnestly. "Oh, absolutely! He was quite worried about you. You even got sick on him in the car, and for someone as particr as him, well, that''s saying something. He carried you to your room himself, took care of everything without letting anyone else, not even me, help. It''s the first time I''ve seen him like this, bringing ady home and all..."

    Ynda was momentarily stunned. Had she really thrown up on Cassius? And he took care of her?

    A small part of her was touched, but she quickly brushed it aside. Cassius must

    be out of his mind, she thought. First, he gets her drunk, and now he''s ying the doting caregiver? Maybe he was just acting; after all, he is an award-winning actor.

    But real life wasn''t a stage, and she had no interest in ying along. Ynda shook her head, cutting off Zora''s chatter. "Your Mr. Sterling suddenly isn''t feeling well. Do you know how to contact a doctor?"

    Zora froze for a second, then quickly put down the spat. "He''s not well? I''ll call Wilson toe back right away!" She wiped her hands on her apron, grabbed her phone, and dialed a number, ncing at Ynda. "I''ll get the doctor. You should go check on him, Ms. Ynda!"

    Before she knew it, Ynda was

    being gently but firmly ushered back upstairs, Zora''s voice following her. "Could it be from jumping into the pool to save you earlier? From three floors up, no less... Oh dear, oh dear!"

    Ynda blinked in confusion. "What do you mean, jumping from three floors?" All she remembered was having a drink and cking out. None of this made any sense.

    When she returned upstairs, Lizetta was nowhere to be found. Ynda had intended to ask her what on earth had happened, but that idea went out the window.

    Back in the bedroom, she found Cassius still curled on the bed, just as she had left him. She approached cautiously. "The housekeeper called for a doctor. Are you still in a lot of pain?"

    Cassius opened his eyes, giving her with

    a look filled with hurt and

    mncholy: "Do you want some water? I can get you a ss," Ynda offered, noticing he was sweating more than before, his forehead glistening and dampening the pillow.

    Feeling a rare pang of guilt, she softened her voice. Cassius nced at the nearly empty ss on the nightstand, his expression tight. "Do you think I''m in the mood for water right now?"

    Ynda blinked, realizing he might indeed be too unwell for it. "Maybe it''s not as serious as it seems?" she ventured, her voice trailing off under his brooding gaze.

    Cassius let out a sardonicugh. "Maybe? And if it is serious? Can you handle that? Just help me with the sweat."

    "Oh, right," Ynda murmured, grabbing a tissue and moving closer. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping Cassius''s forehead and neck.

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    "I''m just trying tofort you, okay? Why are you getting all worked up? It''s like you actually want there to be a problem," Cassius huffed, his chest heaving with frustration.

    "If something really goes wrong, you''re stuck with me for life! Just thinking about that possibility makes me feel hopeless. It''s like life''s lost all its meaning!"

    Ynda paused her brisk cleaning, caught off guard.

    So, the thought of spending a lifetime with her made him this upset and hopeless, huh? Well, that was quite something.

    "Don''t worry. If there really is an issue, I''ll sell everything I own to get you treated!"

    Cassius let out a sarcasticugh. "Like I need your money for treatment."

    Ynda, irritated, shot back, "Then what do you want?"

    "Ynda, what''s with your attitude? You injured me! I could charge you with assault, you know."

    Cassius was clearly displeased. Here he was, suffering, and Ynda couldn''t even muster a bit of patience or pretense of concern. He was so annoyed he wanted to drag her to bed, pin her down, and show her just what it meant to take responsibility.

    No, he had to stop thinking like that.

    His blood was pumping, and the pain from his not-yet-healed injuries red up again.

    "So, what do you want me to do?" Ynda frowned, feeling a bit helpless.

    He''d been the one to say, with an expression of agony, that he didn''t want her responsible for life.

    And he didn''t want financialpensation, so what else was there?

    Suddenly, Ynda''s eyes widened with realization.

    "You hurt your leg. You''re not nning on taking my leg as revenge, are you?"

    Cassius was dumbfounded. "What would I do with your leg? It''s too short to even make a decent specimen!"

    Ynda bristled. "You''re calling me short? My proportions are perfectly fine!"

    As an idol and actress, she couldn''t tolerate being called short!

    Cassius''s eyes darkened. "Who are you calling short?!"

    She''d injured him and now was adding insult to injury. Was this woman just asking for trouble?

    Cassius suddenly grabbed Ynda''s

    such force it felt like he

    wrist Wit. His entire demeanor

    might

    was dangerous, and Ynda, for

    once, was genuinely afraid.

    She quickly tried to soothe him. "I didn''t mean it like that. Don''t get so worked up.

    Let me just check if the doctor is here yet..."

    She tried to stand and escape, but Cassius didn''t let go.

    "Don''t think you can just run away! Otherwise, I''ll call the cops right now."

    He leaned forward, reaching for the phone on the bedside table, and Ynda panicked.

    If Cassius really called the cops, this would blow up, and the Sterling family''swyers would certainly make her life a living hell.

    She couldn''t afford that.

    With a swift move, she threw herself onto Cassius, grabbing his reaching hand.

    "Don''t call the police. The doctor hasn''t even seen you yet. Besides, you can''t entirely me me. I was just defending myself, right? You were the one trying to suffocate me."

    Cassius raised an eyebrow at the woman now sprawled over him. Seeing she

    was actually afraid, he scoffed internally.

    "Suffocate you? Ha! And why would

    do that? Does Mr. Sterling Movie

    Star Cassius want to trade his

    career for a murder charge?

    Ynda, you''ve got quite the ego."

    His tone was scathing. "You don''t seriously think I''m madly in love with you, do you?"

    His words cut deep, and Ynda felt a sting in her chest.

    She knew Cassius was just ying around with her. Of course, what was she thinking, believing Cassius would actually want to suffocate her?

    She really overestimated herself.

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    "Speak up!"

    Cassius, growing impatient with Ynda''s silence, furrowed his brow.

    Ynda forced a smile, hiding the bitter sting in her heart. "Mr. Sterling, as long as you''re not turning your love into hate, I''m fine with it. I couldn''t handle that."

    Her breezy attitude made Cassius''s expression darken instantly. He grabbed Ynda''s wrist, frustrated. He wanted to ask her how she could be so indifferent after their breakup, how she could move on so quickly and start dating others.

    Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock at the door.

    "Mr. Sterling, the doctor has arrived. We''reing in."

    Ynda quickly scrambled off Cassius, making way as the doctor entered, carrying a medical bag.

    She stepped back to the side of the couch to give the doctor room.

    The doctor approached. "Lie down, please. Let me examine you..."

    He reached for his stethoscope, but Cassius stopped him. "No need for that. It''s not my internal organs that are hurt."

    "Didn''t you say it was a stomach issue?" The doctor looked puzzled.

    Cassius nced at Ynda. "I''m about to be examined. Do you want to stay and watch?"

    Ynda didn''t particrly mind; she''d seen it all before. If the doctor had been anyter, she might have already started examining Cassius herself. But with the doctor present, the situation felt a bit awkward with three people in the room.

    She hesitated for a moment before saying, "I''ll wait outside."

    With that, she and the maid left the bedroom.

    Once the door was closed, the doctor looked even more confused. "So, what exactly is the problem?"

    Cassius waved a hand dismissively. "There''s no real issue. Just follow my lead when I give the signal."

    The doctor''s expression turned bemused, and as Cassius exined further, his face grew even more perplexed.

    Outside, Ynda and the maid

    stood quietly. Feeling anxious, Ynda sent the maid away and pressed her ear to the door, trying to catch any sound from inside. But whether it was the soundproofing or Cassius''s pride keeping him silent, she heard nothing.

    As she debated whether to sneak a peek by cracking the door, someone gently tapped her shoulder. A voice whispered near her ear, "Eavesdropping on state secrets, are we?"

    Startled, Ynda clutched her chest and turned to find Lizetta watching her with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

    Ynda exhaled, "Shh."

    "You didn''t actually injure Cassius, did you? A broken bone? What happened that you had to call a doctor?"

    Ynda chuckled wryly. She almost wished it were something as straightforward as a broken bone. At least that could be fixed. In a pinch, she''d let Cassius break something of hers in return.

    She pulled Lizetta to the end of the hallway and asked, "What''s really going on?"

    Lizetta, amused by Ynda''s

    cluelessness,ughed. "You''re

    1

    asking me? I was just your wingwoman at the speed date, and then you vanished, leaving me to entertain your date. I had to check the restaurant''s CCTV to track you down, and when I finally did, I saw you hanging over a railing, then jumping off the third floor. It''s a

    miracle I didn''t have a heart attack. You''d be visiting me in the morgue right now."

    Ynda was bbergasted. "I jumped off the third floor?"

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    She tapped her forehead, trying to remember, but everything was a nk.

    Seeing her confused and lost expression, Lizetta yfully flicked her on the forehead and said, "Yeah, lucky younded in the swimming pool! You really should cut back on the drinks, it was terrifying."

    This time it was a fall into the pool, who knows if next time it might be a streak down Main Street?

    "No wonder I''m aching all over. Was it you who pulled me out? Thank goodness for you, Liz."

    Ynda reached out to hug Lizetta, but Lizetta quickly raised her hands to block her, aplicated look on her face.

    "Not quite, it wasn''t me. It was Cassius who jumped in after you and pulled you out."

    "What? You must be kidding me," Ynda said, skeptical.

    How could she believe that? Cassius, with his perpetual scowl like he wished she were dead, would jump in to save her? It sounded like something out of a fantasy.

    "I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely true. Cassius might have a temper, and he''s not always the sharpest tool in the shed, but he''s got a good heart. When you fell in, he tried to grab you but couldn''t, and without a second thought, he jumped from the third floor after you."

    Lizetta recalled an incident at the Hawthorne mansion once.

    Evelina Hawthorne and she had both fallen into the pool, and Remington had chosen to save Evelina, leaving her to fend for herself.

    Cassius had been the one to jump in and rescue her then, too.

    In that regard, Cassius seemed to outshine Remington.

    "Yoli, if you haven''t moved on yet, maybe today''s a good chance to clear things up with Cassius."

    Perhaps Cassius wasn''t as indifferent to Ynda as he seemed.

    Since hearing that Cassius had jumped from the third floor to save her, Ynda''s mind was in a daze.

    She nodded instinctively, just as the bedroom door opened.

    She snapped back to reality and rushed over, worry etched on her face.

    "How is he?"

    The doctor looked grave, casting a deep nce at Ynda before ncing at Lizetta, who had followed.

    He sighed heavily, hesitating before speaking to Ynda.

    "It''s difficult... I''m afraid... Ms. Ynda, Mr. Sterling has instructed me not to tell anyone. If you really want to know you should ask Mr Sterling yourself"  fo s

    With that, the doctor left, his expression sympathetic, carrying his medical bag, leaving an air of helplessness behind.

    Ynda stood there frozen, her face pale, her mind once again nk.

    "Yoli? Are you okay?" Lizetta asked with concern, noticing her friend''s distress.

    Ynda turned to her, forcing a

    bet

    smile, and quickly said, "It''s fine, I''m

    going in to see him. I think you''re

    right, I should talk to him.

    belongs to s>

    ontent

    With that, she opened the door and slipped inside, shutting it with a firm click.

    Lizetta, pondering the doctor''s words and Ynda''s reaction, found the situation increasingly odd.

    She leaned against the door, just like Ynda had, trying to catch any sound from inside.

    As she listened intently, a shadow loomed over her from behind.

    A man''s voice,ced with

    amusement, murmured in her ear, "Liz, eavesdropping isn''t a great habit. But if you''re looking for some excitement, we could always create a little of our own..."  s

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    Remington hadn''t even finished his sentence when Lizetta, feeling guilty and startled, jumped on the spot.

    She spun around in a panic, pping her hand over his mouth.

    But she moved too fast, and her elbow smacked against the door with a loud thud.

    "Who''s there? Get lost!"

    From inside the room, Cassius''s voice boomed, filled with unusual irritation, as if they''d interrupted something very important.

    Remington raised an eyebrow, watching Lizetta''s flushed face. Was this littledy actually eavesdropping on some couple''s intimate moment?

    Hearing Cassius''s angry shout from inside, Lizetta shrunk back, pulling Remington along with her into the room across the hall. She felt the same heart- pounding embarrassment as if they''d been caught red-handed.

    Once the guest room door was safely shut behind them, Lizetta let out a long breath of relief. But as soon as she did, she realized something was off.

    How did she end up pinning Remington against the door?

    And more importantly, why was her hand still covering his mouth, feeling the ticklish warmth of his breath on her palm?

    Meeting Remington''s amused, dark gaze, Lizetta quickly pulled her hand back.

    She was about to step away when Remington''srge hand found its way to her lower back.

    Surprised, Lizetta gasped and pressed herself against his chest. He leaned down, his voice a seductive whisper in her ear.

    "Liz, what do you want to hear? I can whisper anything you like..."

    Heat rushed to her ears, a blush spreading down her neck. Lizetta red at him, "I wasn''t... I didn''t! I''m not a creep; I just wanted to see if they were arguing again."

    Remington''s gaze lingered on her delicate neckline. She wore a fitted dress with a square neckline, revealing her elegant corbones, which were now dusted with a rosy hue.

    His mind wandered to thecy lingerie he''d glimpsed earlier, imagining how she would look in it.

    He swallowed hard, his breath catching, his eyes turning dangerously dark as he lowered his head closer.

    Their breaths mingled, the air between them growing thick with tension.

    Just as the moment teetered on the edge of something more, a loud ringtone shattered the spell.

    Startled, Lizetta snapped back to

    reality, lowering her head just as

    Remington''s warm lips brushed her nose.

    s

    Frustrated, he veered to capture her lips again, but she pushed him away, flustered, "Answer your phone!"

    The ringtone continued, relentless.

    No longer ying along, Lizetta turned her head, as Remington, moment of mock defeat, rested his forehead of her shoulder  s

    tet

    Then, as if to mark his territory, he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her corbone leaving a tinglinge mix of pain and pleasure.  s

    Lizetta jumped, pinching his side, "Answer it!"

    With a reluctant sigh, Remington lifted his head, eyes locked on hers.

    "Just marking my spot, don''t run away!"

    She averted her gaze, and he smirked, "By the way, it''s your phone that''s ringing."

    Lizetta blinked, her mind catching up as she realized he was right.

    Quickly, she pushed him aside, fumbling for her phone, her eyes widening in panic.

    "Oh no, it''s a video call from my grandpa! You need to hide! Quick!"

    She opened the door, practically shoving Remington out to avoid a scandalous

    scene.

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    It all seemed like a sweet, dream-like moment just a little while ago.

    Now, with her avoiding him and acting like she couldn''t stand the sight of him, it felt painfully real.

    The contrast was truly heartbreaking.

    Remington looked a bit hurt, standing his ground by the door.

    "Can''t I just stay in the room?"

    "No way! If Grandpa finds out I''ve gone all mushy and tangled up with you again, he''d probably book a private jet and fly over here instantly!"

    Lizetta said, pushing Remington with more determination.

    Clinging to the doorframe, he pleaded, "You take your call. I won''t interrupt or make a sound."

    It was hisst stand.

    The video call had been ringing for a while and suddenly ended on its own.

    Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, only for the ringtone to erupt once more, sounding even more urgent.

    Worried that her grandpa might be getting anxious, she didn''t have time to deal with Remington anymore.

    She gave him a warning gesture to keep quiet, then turned to the couch to answer the call.

    "Grandpa, Grandma, are you missing me already?"

    On the screen, two warm, loving faces appeared, beaming at her.

    Lizetta''s voice softened, instinctively slipping into a sweet, affectionate tone.

    Remington quietly closed the door, brushing his fingers over his ear.

    He turned and headed to therge bed opposite the couch, lounging back with his legs crossed, arms propped back on the bed,zily watching her video call.

    "Liz, sweetheart, why''d you take so long to answer? Where are you?"

    Grandpa Nelson immediately noticed that the room Lizetta was in seemed a bit off.

    Grandma Bernice, however, just cheerfully waved at Lizetta.

    Feeling a bit guilty, Lizetta nervously licked her lips and exined.

    "Grandpa, I''m at a friend''s ce."

    "Which friend, honey? We haven''t met many of your friends. Is it a guy or a girl?"

    "It''s Yoli, Grandpa! You''ve met Yoli."

    "Oh, Yoli! Is this Yoli''s ce? Quite a unique taste she''s got."

    Lizetta quickly nced around, feeling even more guilty.

    The decor was indeed quite bold, and she let out an awkward chuckle to cover it up.

    "It''s just the guest room. By the way, Grandpa, your headaches haven''te back, have they?"

    "No, sweetheart, don''t worry."

    Grandpa Nelson had just started to speak when Grandma Bernice suddenly pointed at Lizetta, eximing.

    "Liz''s neck has a mark! Someone''s been picking on my Liz! We need to go and give ''em a piece of our mind!"

    When Lizetta had returned to the Madden family the previous month, Grandma Bernice had a rare moment of rity and recognized her granddaughter.

    Since then, she hadn''t mistaken Lizetta for Elsa Madden even once.

    Grandpa Netson said it had been two years since Grandma Bernicest had such a lucid moment, and he thought she''d never have one

    again. Yet, here they were g

    belongs to s

    Back in the present, Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat as her grandma pointed out the telltale mark, and

    she instinctively shot a re at the

    culprit sitting across from her.

    s

    Remington, noticing her flustered state, just raised an eyebrow, loungingfortably.

    Lizetta quickly looked down, trying to find the mark Remington had left on her neck.

    Was it a bite mark?

    She instinctively pulled at her cor to cover it, saying, "Oh, no, Grandma.

    just tried a new body lotions elet

    yesterday, and I think I''m allergic to

    it."  s

    Grandpa Nelson nodded, "Ah, I see. You should definitely stop using it then..."

    Just as Lizetta was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking her grandpa believed her, Nelson Madden suddenly added.

    "Liz, this ce looks quite nice. Why don''t you give us a little tour?"

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    Lizetta felt her heart skip a beat; she was pretty sure Grandpa Nelson had caught onto something.

    Saying no now would only make things more suspicious.

    She quickly stered on a smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds great."

    As she stood up, she frantically gestured off-camera to the man slouched on the bed, urging him to make a swift exit.

    "How about I show you the balcony and the bathroom first, Grandpa and Grandma?" she suggested, stepping backward towards the balcony with a forced grin.

    "Look at this view from the balcony, isn''t it quite nice?" Lizetta said, casting a sharp nce at Remington on the bed. He just sat there, legs casually crossed, watching her with an infuriatingly amused expression, clearly in no hurry to move.

    She red at him again, this time with enough intensity to send daggers, but he merely sat up, crossing his arms defiantly as if he had no intention of budging. Lizetta was tempted to march over and give him a swift kick right off the bed. "This ce is in a great location, isn''t it? Yoli''s really outdone herself, buying a house like this," Nelson''s voice crackled through her phone.

    Lizetta chuckled awkwardly, feeling even more uneasy. How could she have forgotten that Cassius''s vi was in such a prime spot, with the balcony offering a view of Zion City''s iconic skyline? It was clearly a standalone mansion with a sprawling garden - far beyond what Ynda could afford on her current sry. She was wracking her brain for a usible story to quell Grandpa''s suspicions when, to her horror, Remington got up and started walking towards her.

    Her eyes widened, heart racing, and the camera shook slightly in her hand.

    Fortunately, Nelson seemed more interested in the scenery than the financials. "The view really is something. Liz, why don''t you pan the camera around so I can take a better look at the room?" he suggested.

    "Sure thing, let me just adjust it," Lizetta replied, her voice a bit tight.

    If she turned the camera now, it would capture Remington''s annoyingly perfect face. He might be

    handsome enough to stop traffic,

    but she was certain her

    grandparents

    ldn''t appreciate

    the surprise guest.

    to s

    Lizetta shot Remington a pleading, panicked look, to which he

    l.ne

    responded with a mischievous grin clearly enjoying the game. But seeing her distress, he finally turned and slipped against the wall, out of view.

    s

    Relieved, Lizetta directed the camera around the empty room, giving it a slow sweep. "See, Grandpa? If you like this style, I can ask Yoli about the interior designerter."

    Behind her, Remington quietly slid open the balcony door and slipped outside, vanishing from sight.

    Finally, Lizetta could breathe easy again, her voice rxed. Nelson, seemingly satisfied that the room was clear, changed the subject.

    "So, Liz, how are things going with Jerometely?" he asked.

    Lizetta smiled, "Oh, everything''s great! You know how much he appreciates all you and Grandma have done for him. He''s always looking out for me and lets me have my way."

    Nelson nodded approvingly. "I know Jerome''s a good man. I never worry about him mistreating you or not taking care of you. But biz, you know what I''m really asking, right? Don''t try to y dumb with your old grandpa."  s

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    Lizetta knew all too well.

    Her grandfather had this grand n of her and Jerome hitting it off, hoping they''d naturally end up together.

    She couldn''t help but feel a bit resigned, knowing that matters of the heart rarely y by the rules.

    Jerome was a great guy, and being with him might very well fit her grandparents'' wishes.

    But she just couldn''t muster any romantic feelings for Jerome; maybe her heart had never really been vacant enough.

    Even during those months in Tranquil Meadows, when Remington seemed to vanish from her world, she couldn''t find herself drawn to anyone else.

    Back in Zion City, it was easy for those old feelings for Remington to reignite.

    Lizetta felt a bit pathetic for that, and she had no idea how to face her grandparents just yet.

    As she mulled over these thoughts, she grew silent for a moment.

    Nelson, however, misread her silence, thinking perhaps something was indeed brewing between her and Jerome.

    After all, Lizetta had always been quick to deny any such notion before.

    Before she could speak up again, Nelson chuckled warmly.

    "Alright, alright, if you don''t want to talk about it, we won''t pry. Take your time getting to know each other. Your grandma and I will just wait for the good news."

    Grandma Bernice nodded enthusiastically, adding, "It would be lovely if you and Jerome got along well. I''d be so pleased..."

    Before she could finish, there was a loud crash from the balcony.

    "Liz, what was that noise?" Nelson asked, surprised.

    Lizetta''s heart sank, and she quickly replied, "I think the cat knocked over the nt stand."

    "Yoli has a cat now?"

    "No, it''s the neighbor''s cat. It likes to

    wander around. It''s pretty friendnot

    earlier, it came over for some treats  s

    "Let''s go take a look at this mischievous cat," Nelson suggested. ncing towards the balcony, Lizetta felt her anxiety spike.

    With a deep breath, she headed towards the balcony, her heart pounding in her chest.

    She contemted faking a fall to drop her phone when suddenly a cat''s meow echoed from the balcony.

    Another crash followed as something else toppled over and shattered.

    Nelson frowned, "That cat''s causing quite the ruckus. Liz, don''t go in there. Let the housekeeper handle itter."

    Worried his granddaughter might get scratched or cut by shattered pieces, Grandpa Nelson advised caution.

    Lizetta obediently halted, agreed, and after a few more exchanges, ended the video call.

    As soon as the call ended, she rushed to the balcony.

    She intended to confront Remington, to ask if teasing her like this was some sort of fun game.

    But before she could say a word, she

    was swept up by his strong arme

    the world spinning around her as her dress red in a graceful arc.  s

    By the time she regained her bearings,

    Remington had her lifteret

    off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his lear waist.  s

    "What are you up to this time?" she asked, eyebrows slightly furrowed as their eyes locked.

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    Remington shifted Lizetta gently to the side, "Watch out for the broken pieces."

    Lizetta nced down, noticing the shattered remains of the two pots of sulents that had been sitting on the balcony. Her lips pressed into a tight line.

    "So why were you ying around like a cat? Look at this mess!" she groaned, still shaken from the recent scare.

    Remington''s expression softened, his lips parting slightly.

    "Why are you upset with me? I''m broken too, you know. Feel for yourself."

    He guided her hand to his chest, his grip firm yet warm. His hands, though elegant and well-manicured at first nce, bore the rough texture of someone who spent time riding, golfing, and at the shooting range.

    Despite their coarseness, Lizetta could feel the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palm.

    For a moment, her irritation faded away, reced by a strange, soft warmth.<fn164b> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? Find_Novel(.</fn164b>

    "I didn''t know the great CEO of the Dashiell Group could mimic a cat so well," she teased.

    Remington''s lips curved into a yful smile.

    "When my Liz says there''s a cat, I can''t just let her down."

    Lizetta chuckled, "Alright, let''s hear it again."

    He raised an eyebrow, "Hold on tight."

    "What?" she stammered as his hand slipped from her waist momentarily, causing her to cling tighter to him, her hand instinctively wrapping around his neck.

    From his pocket, Remington pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. Two distinct cat meows yed from the device.

    "So that''s your trick," Lizetta huffed, amused by his cleverness.

    Remington''s eyes darkened slightly, "Are you so worried about your family finding out about us?"

    Lizetta lifted her chin defiantly, "Let''s be clear, Mr. Dashiell, we''re not officially together."

    His gaze dropped to where their bodies pressed together, a smirk ying on his lips.

    "Not together, yet Ms. Madden doesn''t mind being this close?"

    Lizetta, unfazed, grinned back at him.

    "Totally normal. Besides, it''s not like I initiated this. Isn''t it a bit forward of you, M Dashiell seeing as we''re not officially a thing? I might have to

    dock some points."  fo s

    Remington chuckled, her spirited response lifting his mood.

    "That won''t do. I''m already in the

    negative

    with your family. If I cant

    score high with you, am I doomed to never earn your favor?"

    belongs to s

    He leaned in, their noses brushing gently, his voice a soft, enticing whisper.

    "Ms. Madden, have mercy on me."

    Lizetta felt a flush spread across her cheeks, turning her head slightly, "You expect me to speak well of you to my family? Dream on!"

    Though she might forgive him and~~ give him another chance, she

    wouldn''t sway her family''s Opinn f

    he was serious, he''d have to earn their trust and approval himself.  s

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    "I know, but what if your grandparents never ept me? Will Liz stick with me?" Remington asked, his eyes fixed on Lizetta.

    He knew that if he wanted to be with her, he''d have to pass the test of her family''s approval. He was willing to face any challenge, but he was up against Jerome, Mr. Nelson and Mrs. Dashiell''s golden boy. From what he gathered, they were more than impressed with Jerome.

    Remington wasn''t entirely confident.<fnc17e> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find~Novel</fnc17e>

    Lizetta leaned back slightly, a cheeky smile spreading across her face. "Don''t worry. If my grandparents don''t ept you, I''ll definitely tell you to take a hike."

    Remington was momentarily speechless. He knew it. A pang of disappointment hit him, yet he couldn''t muster any anger towards her. He remembered a time when she had put him first, unconditionally. Somewhere along the way, he''d lost that version of her.

    Determined, he vowed to win her back. If it took one year, two years, or even five, he wouldn''t give up. Even if it took a lifetime, he''d wait.

    Meanwhile, Ynda entered the bedroom to find Cassius lying on the bed, staring nkly at the ceiling, his expression one of utter defeat. Recalling the doctor''s diagnosis, she approached him gently.

    "Are you okay? I didn''t think a bump could be this serious. The doctor wants specifics, but don''t get too down. Just tell me how bad it really is," she asked softly.

    Cassius didn''t move. Instead, he turned away from her, his back a testament to his despair. "Just leave me alone. I want to be by myself."

    Undeterred, Ynda pulled him up to sit. "You have to face this, Cassius. Look me in the eyes and tell me, are you really... you know, done for?"

    Cassius met her gaze. "I don''t know. The doctor gave me some meds and told me to rest. In two weeks, have to go back for a check-up. If it doesit get better by then, my tr?i Fuined! You have to take

    responsibility!"  s

    His voice was a mix of anger and desperation, but Ynda just licked her lips thoughtfully.

    "And how exactly should I take responsibility?" she mused.

    Cassius''s face was a storm of frustration. "Ynda, do you have a heart? I''m in this mess because of you! If you had any decency, you''d figure it out yourself instead of asking me!"

    Ynda bit her lip, contemting for a moment before she looked at him with a determined expression.

    Cassius, seeing her hesitation, felt

    his irritation rise. Wasn''t she supposed to be crying, promising to stay by his side forever? Ynda''s dy was maddening, was life, with him really such a difficult choice?  s

    Just as he decided to forgive her momentarypse, Ynda spoke up. "I''m a normal woman, and I''ve got quite the... needs. If you''re really out ofmission, we shouldn''tplicate things I''m sorry about your injury, but cant take responsibility. Maybe in the next life, I''ll repay you."  s

    With that, she stepped back as if avoiding the gue, and gave him a deep, apologetic bow.

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    "I''m really sorry, but you''ve got to stay strong."

    Cassius was still trying to process what was happening when Ynda gave him two very sincere, deep bows.

    "Ynda! I''m not dead yet, and here you are, mourning me already?"

    Cassius felt the veins in his forehead throb with frustration.

    He jumped out of bed, barefoot, and yanked the woman attempting a third bow into his arms, ring at her with fiery disbelief.

    "How can you be so heartless? I''m already in this mess because of you. Instead of feeling guilty and trying to make amends by being at my beck and call, you''re thinking of shirking responsibility and finding some other guy to have fun with?!" Cassius''s eyes were wide with incredulity and anger as he stared at Ynda.

    Her arms were starting to ache from his grip, but she suppressed her irritation, frowning as she replied.

    "Hollywood star Cassius, there''s no need to get so worked up. That''s not how things work, logically speaking."

    "Oh really, and how is it then?" Cassius was practically ready to bite this nonchnt woman in front of him.

    He searched her face for any hint of concern or regret anything that showed she cared about him. But there was nothing.

    Damn, this woman really didn''t give a damn.<fn491c> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on FindN()vel</fn491c>

    He was determined to hear whatever "logic" she had to offer.

    "We''re done. We''re no longer anything to each other. I was supposed to be on a proper date today. By now, I could have been strolling by the river, hand in hand with the charming Dr. Shawn. Instead, it''s Hollywood star Cassius who cornered me, embarrassed me, got me drunk, and dragged me here."

    "It''s also you who, when I was drunk and barely conscious, tried to take advantage. When that didn''t work, you tried to smother me was d¨¦fending myself, and it''s not my fault you''re so fragile."  s

    "I..."

    Cassius was so angry he was seeing spots. Was she drinking fake whiskey or something?

    She didn''t remember a thing and was even turning the tables on him!

    If he could go back a few hours, he''d make sure she didn''t touch a drop of alcohol. He should have just knocked her out and tied her up from the start.

    "When did ever try to take

    advantage of you? You threw up all over me and I was kind enough. clear you up and change your clothes. Instead of being grateful, you kicked me as soon as you woke

    up!  s

    I''ve got a heart condition now, thanks to you, and I haven''t even begun to hold you ountable. You jumped into the pool yourself, and it was me who fished you out, or you''d have drowned!

    And earlier, you rolled off the bed yourself. I dove to protect your head, and what do I get? Another kick, aimed right at my weakest spot."

    Ynda raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You jumped into the pool to save me? You protected me from falling off the bed?"

    Cassius chuckled wryly, thinking she might finally appreciate what he''d done.

    But the next moment, Yndaughed dismissively.

    "You''re telling me you suddenly grew a conscience? If you were really that considerate, you wouldn''t have gotten me drunk in the first ce."

    There was no reasoning with this woman. Cassius paced the room furiously, hands on his hips.

    Ynda raised her eyebrows and continued, "Qut ofmon decency, I''ve already apologized and promised to cover all your medical bills. But if you think I''m going to ruin my life by staying with you over your own foolish mistakes, think again."  s

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    She shrugged, "Well, I''ve said my piece. You should get some rest. Maybe someday

    a woman will care about your face and your family background enough to go all philosophical with you."

    Ynda turned to leave the bedroom, and Cassius felt like he was about to explode.

    "Ynda, do you really think I''m just a pushover?"

    Cassius shouted, rushing forward to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed.

    Before Ynda could get up, Cassius was on top of her, pinning her down with his weight.

    She tried to wriggle free, but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

    Cassius, fueled by anger, kissed her neck with a fierce determination, lightly biting as if to punish.

    His heated kisses traveled downward, and his anger stirred something more primal within him.

    It wasn''t until her silk nightgown was tugged open that Cassius realized something was off.

    Why wasn''t she struggling?

    And why was she so quiet?

    Cassius lifted his head abruptly, meeting her mocking, slightly disdainful gaze.

    Their eyes locked, and Ynda smirked, her voice cool as ice.

    "You''re poking me!"

    Cassius was taken aback when Ynda''s knee suddenly aimed for his vulnerable spot again.

    Not this time!

    Cassius quickly rolled away, dodging her attack.

    But in doing so, he lost his hold on her, and Ynda sprang up, kneeing him with all the grace of a ser star aiming for the goal.

    Cassius tumbled off the bed, but he managed to catch his bnce by grabbing the sofa, narrowly avoiding a face-first crash into the carpet.

    "Ynda! My face is insured for a fortune. Can you afford to pay for any damages?"

    Cassius turned around, seething, while Ynda, now fully dressed, slipped off the bed.

    She chuckled, nodding, "You should have it insured. With your attitude, you mighte back as a donkey in your next life Better make t

    most

    of this human gig while you can."

    Cassius red, "Ynda, do you really think I won''ty a finger on you?"

    Ynda crossed her arms, her gaze traveling down.

    "Why drop the act? Weren''t you supposed to be out ofmission?"

    Cassius followed her gaze, instinctively trying to cover himself, though it was futile.

    Feeling slightly embarrassed, he quicklyposed himself, his voiceced with irritation.

    "That''s just because I recover fast,

    like a superhero. But it still

    what if there are side effurts, and

    Besides, if you break it, you buy

    Yndaughed, "Even when caught red-handed, you still talk big. You really are a creature of habit."

    She was done arguing with him and turned to leave.

    Cassius, seeing she was about to walk out, quickly blocked her path, speaking earnestly.

    "Ynda, I''m giving you one more chance. Come back to me."

    Ynda''s expression remained unchanged, her voice calm.

    line

    "I may have hurt you, but you did ply me with drinks. Let''s call it even. Movie Star Cassius, spare me the drama Liz is waiting for me. Step aside." Content Belongs

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    Cassius thought that if he just extended an olive branch, Ynda woulde running back to him. He was so sure that a little sweet talk would mend the rift between them. But to his utter surprise, even after he personally asked her to stay, she maintained that cold demeanor that said she wanted nothing to do with him.

    With a haughty air, he grabbed Ynda by the shoulder and said, "Do you really think cozying up to Lizetta and getting your foot in the door at Glory Media will make you a star? Did you even notice if anyone cared about you in that room today? Don''t be so naive!"

    Ynda stared back, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. In his condescending gaze, she saw nothing but disdain and mockery, void of any regret or tenderness. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. Earlier, when she heard Cassius had jumped into the pool to save her, her heart had skipped a beat. She almost ran to him, wanting to say she''d stick with him no matter what. But she held back.

    Cassius was no different than Mrs. Darlene, never seeing her worth. His pleas and persistence were all because his pride was wounded by being dumped by someone he considered beneath him.

    "We''re done, Cassius," she said in an even tone. "I don''t owe you anything. We''re in the same industry, bound to run into each other, so let''s not make this uglier than it needs to be. What do you say?"

    Cassius''s expression darkened, and he released her shoulder with a cold re. "You''ve got some nerve, Ynda. You haven''t got the talent or the looks, and you can''t even y the part of the sweet, agreeable woman. Who do you think wants someone like that? You were just a novelty, and now you''ve got airs. Fine, but when you''re beaten down and begging for my protection, I might not be feeling as patient as I am today."

    Ynda took a steadying breath and nodded. "Thank you, Movie Star Cassius, for gracing me with your attention today. I sincerely hope you''ll continue to keep your standards as high as ever. I''m clearly not worthy."

    With that, she turned away, ignoring the dark storm brewing on Cassius''s face, and walked out of the room without a backward nce. As the door clicked shut, she heard the unmistakable sound of something shattering inside.

    A small smite yed on her lips,

    though there was a bitter taste in her mouth Onlyter did she realize she had bitten the inside of het cheek inside of the palma wee distraction from the ache in her heart.

    When Ynda stepped into the guest room across the hall, she

    orchestrate alc

    found Lizetta on the balcony

    cactus with Remington.

    "Remi, you''ve packed the soil too tight. Loosen it a bit, and rent those broken

    bits. They''ll sprout new roots," Lizetta instructed.

    Ynda was surprised to see Lizetta

    leaning against the railing, casually swirling a ss of red wine, while Remington, dressed impably in a suit, was crouched on the floor wearing gardening gloves and obediently transnting the cactus into a pot.

    "Is that really possible? A single leaf can grow roots?" Ynda asked, intrigued.

    "Absolutely!"

    "Liz, you''re amazing. I had no idea. Can you check if I''ve nted it right? Should I ask the staff for some fertilizer or something?"

    "No need. Just ce the leaf on top of the soil. It''ll root itself. Life is resilient that way."

    Lizetta adjusted her dress and crouched next to Remington, tilting her head to admire the cactus he had just rented in a pristine pot.

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    Unexpectedly, the man shifted closer, gently nudging her side.

    Lizetta blinked, "What are you doing?"

    The man''s lips curled into a yful smile, his voice filled with amusement.

    "Finding my soil."

    Lizetta was taken aback. Was she really the soil he depended on?

    In the past, it was always her depending on him, looking up to him, surviving under his protection.

    He was both her brother and her lover, and she stood in his shadow, waiting for him to turn around.

    Yet now, he imed she was his soil.

    Without her, his tree, no matter how lush, would quickly wither away, lost and unsupported.

    Lizetta felt something heavy hit her heart, momentarily forgetting to look away.

    Until...

    "Uh-oh."

    A peculiar sound abruptly interrupted. Lizetta looked up to see Ynda standing a short distance away, eyes wide with shock.

    Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling like a teenager caught by a parent while secretly dating the ss bad boy.

    She immediately jumped up, putting a good six feet between her and Remington, meeting Ynda''s curious and uncertain gaze.

    "Yoli, did you and Cassius sort things out? Are you hungry? How about we grab a bite before heading out?"

    Lizetta approached, trying to usher Ynda away.

    But Ynda hesitated, her suspicious gaze darting between Lizetta and the man crouching there.

    "Liz, what''s going on here?"

    Something about the atmosphere seemed off.

    Could it be that notorious Remington was up to something again? Surely Liz wasn''t falling for his antics?

    "We''re not up to anything. Mr. Dashiell identally knocked over some nts, and I was just helping him rent them."

    Lizetta waved her hand dismissively, exining.

    Hearing Lizetta still refer to Remington as Mr. Dashiell, Ynda felt somewhat reassured.

    She thought maybe she had misinterpreted the seemingly cozy scene she''d stumbled upon.

    And that scent of romance she thought she''d caught a whiff of? Surely her senses were just ying tricks on her.

    How could Lizetta possibly forgive that troublemaker Remington so easily?

    "I''m not hungry. I feel a bit queasy awant to leave," Ynda

    said, pulling

    Lizetta to her side

    separating her from Remington

    Lizetta, recognizing the look on Ynda''s face, realized things with Cassius hadn''t gone well.

    "Alright, let''s go then."

    On the balcony, Remington could sense Ynda''s wary and dismissive attitude.

    He stood up leisurely, cing the potted sulents back on the European-style nt stand and removing his gloves.

    "I''ll drive you."

    He stepped forward, tall and poised, his long legs quickly bringing him back to Lizetta''s side.

    "No need to trouble Mr. Dashiell."

    "The neighborhood doesn''t allow outside vehicles, and it''s not easy walking out," Remington replied coolly.

    Cassius''s vi was tucked away by a

    windingkeside path, surrounded

    by other mansions, and the area

    by.otter ampansions, and the

    quite expansive.

    >

    Remington had taken a good ten minutes just driving through the neighborhood

    earlier. Lizetta held onto Ynda.

    "Yoli, let him drive us. I came here in his car anyway."

    Ynda didn''t respond, so Remington started walking towards the exit.

    "Let''s go."

    Ynda watched his retreating figure, rubbing her eyes.

    She could hardly believe the sophisticated and powerful Mr. Dashiell, who moments ago was obediently crouching on a cramped

    balcony like a garden helper was now willingly ying their chauffeur.

    It was unsettling.

    Compared to the cunning and strategic Remington, Cassius''s transparent ploys

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    Lizetta and Ynda followed Remington out of the guest room, and just then, Cassius, who must have heard themotion from the master bedroom, opened his door as well.

    Dressed in a sleek ck casual suit, Cassius exuded an air of elegance despite his cold demeanor. If you ignored the swollen bruise on his forehead and the handprint on his cheek, he looked ready to walk the red carpet.

    "Remi, are you and Liz leaving?" Cassius inquired.

    Remington nodded slightly, his eyes flickering with a rare mix of sympathy and helplessness when he saw the marks on Cassius''s face¡ªcourtesy of the two women behind him.

    Normally, Remington didn''t show much emotion to anyone except Lizetta, but he couldn''t help feeling a bit sorry for his friend. He hadid out the whole n for Cassius to win back his love, and while it wasn''t perfect, it was pretty decent. Yet, Cassius couldn''t even follow the simplest instructions. With that thought,

    Remington''s sympathy faded quickly.

    "I''m taking them both home," Remington replied firmly.

    Cassius had hinted that he wanted Ynda to stay, making it clear she wasn''t going to leave easily. But Remington had other ns.

    Cassius frowned, "Remi, I need someone to take care of me."

    He was bruised and battered, and he couldn''t understand why Ynda got to leave unscathed and triumphant.

    Ynda clenched her fist slightly. She didn''t want to trouble Remington. After all, he and Cassius were best friends. Why should Remington risk angering his friend for her sake? It was all to keep Lizetta happy.

    Ynda took a deep breath. She thought her sharp words in the room would have been enough to make the proud Mr. Sterling want her gone. But clearly, Cassius wasn''t done with her yet; he wanted to continue his taunts and games.

    But she owed Remington a debt, and that was Lizetta''s burden to bear. Ynda wanted to handle her own problems.

    Just as she stepped forward to

    speak, Lizetta looped her arm

    through hers pulling her along

    "Come on, let''s wait for him downstairs."

    Lizetta didn''t give Ynda a chance to protest, dragging her toward the stairs.

    Cassius scowled, starting to follow, but Remington''s tall frame blocked his way.

    "Remi!"

    "You''ve already upset her enough. What more do you want? Chasing after her won''t end well," Remington said disapprovingly.

    Cassius could only roll his eyes. Didn''t Remi see the irony? Wh?n he was chasing after Liz, it didn''t seem

    like he cared about

    foolish.

    "Remi, you can''t just use your brother''s misfortune to win points with your wife!" Cassius snapped, finally losing his patience.

    Remington ced a reassuring hand on Cassius''s shoulder. "I''m nning to have my grandma, Mrs. Dashiell

    take Ynda in as her honorary

    ve

    In

    granddaughter. Whether it''s because of that connection or because of Ynda''s character, she''s not like those girls from

    Hollywood you''re used to. Think carefully before you decide what to do next."

    Cassius felt like Remington''s words were another punch to his gut.

    "Did Yndain to you? And now you want Fiona Dashiell to make her family? You''re doing this on purpose, Remi!"

    Remington''s lips twitched into a slight smile. He never felt the need to exin his actions to anyone.

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    But he couldn''t let things with Ynda get so tangled that it would ruin years of brotherhood with Cassius.

    Trying to keep his cool, Remington spoke in a low voice.

    "Ynda and Liz grew up together. Ynda''s always been there for her, especially when she was younger, and eventer on. I mean, Ynda even got hurt during our wedding. I''m really grateful to her."

    Especially since he found out that Lizetta had gone through a mild depression.

    Back then, when Thaddeus Gardenia was in aa, Ynda was practically the only one there for Lizetta.

    And it was Ynda''s troubles that pushed Lizetta to finally decide toe back to Zion City.

    Remington was genuinely thankful to Ynda from the bottom of his heart.

    The main issue was that if Ynda got hurt because of Cassius, Lizetta would take

    it out on him. That would definitely not score him any points.

    This was quite a serious matter.

    With that in mind, Remington tightened his grip on Cassius''s shoulder, hisrge hand squeezing slightly as he continued.

    "Mrs. Darlene has always hoped you''d marry some heiress who can support you in your career. She already conceded when you insisted on going into the

    entertainment industry; she''s not likely to budge on your marriage. You and Ynda just aren''t a match."

    Hearing Remington mention his mother, Cassius''s expression darkened further.

    His mother, Darlene Simpson, came from the old-money Simpson family, and as the only daughter, she always had high standards and was fiercelypetitive.

    Unfortunately, her first marriage was a disaster. She married a cheating bastard.

    His mom swiftly divorced the scumbag, who was involved with a minor celebrity from the entertainment world.

    No sooner had she divorced him than the bastard brought the celebrity into his home and announced her pregnancy the following month.

    Mrs. Darlene Simpson couldn''t stomach the humiliation, so she quickly married into the more prestigious Sterling family and had Cassius.

    It served to silence those who mocked her.

    The downside? Cassius''s dad already had a son from a previous marriage.

    Mrs. Darlene Simpson wanted

    Cassius to outshine both his half-brother and the son of her ex-husband''s mistress. But Cassius refused topete with his brother for the family fortune; he insisted on joining the entertainment industry.

    His mother was furious back then, and now Cassius was considering marrying someone like Ynda, who had no significant family background. It seemed impossible.

    Especially since her ex-husband''s son had married ady from the old-money Warner family of Zion City two years ago.

    Cassius thought about how his mother seemed to nag him about matchmaking

    every waking moment, and it was giving him a headache.

    Besides, he and Ynda weren''t like Remi and Lizetta, who had a solid foundation of over ten years. They were just having fun, and Ynda agreed to it. It was all supposed to be right-hearted, and now everyone was pushing for marriage. It was way too soon!

    Cassius rubbed his aching forehead, feeling utterly frustrated.

    Why did it seem like everyone was pressuring him to get married?

    He ran a hand through his short hair in exasperation.

    "But now, Ynda doesn''t want to be tangled up with you anymore."

    Surely Cassius didn''t think that just because a girl was with him, she should be grateful for being his mistress, right?

    Remington finished speaking in a low tone, withdrew his hand, and turned to leave.

    He''d said everything he needed to. If Cassius had any sense, he''d know what to prioritize.

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    In the Car.

    Lizetta and Ynda were nestled in the back seat, with a giant teddy bear taking up a significant chunk of space beside Lizetta. Ynda had just found out that this bear was yet another gift from Remington, and it made her palms sweat with unease.

    It was one thing to deal with a heartbreaker, but a heartbreaker pretending to be sincere? That was a whole different story.

    With Remington''s smooth-talking ways, Liz didn''t stand a chance against his charm offensive.

    "Liz, are you and Remington...?" Ynda started hesitantly, ncing over at her friend. Lizetta caught her eye and gave Ynda''s cheek a yful pinch.

    "Don''t worry about it. I''m not going to fall for his tricks that easily."

    There wasn''t much going on between her and Remington at the moment. She had merely agreed to give him another chance, but there was still a long way to go before anything serious happened.

    For now, if Remington wanted to make her happy, she''d let him try. But if he ever made her unhappy or brought negative vibes, she''d have no problem showing him the door.

    She had her family, the entire Madden n, as her support system. The risk was low, and she wasn''t afraid.

    Besides, the idea of epting Remington''s advances just to irk Ste was tempting enough to give it a shot.

    "Really? From what I see, Badass Remington is like a new man. He''s practically turned into everyone''s wingman. Don''t let him fool you, Liz!" Ynda insisted.

    Lizetta nodded along, but before Ynda could continue, Remington''s tall figure emerged from the vi and quickly approached the car.

    Ynda tried to keep her cool and went silent.

    He reached the car but didn''t head to the driver''s seat. Instead, he opened the door on Lizetta''s side.

    With a casual arm resting on the window, he bent down to address Lizetta.

    "Liz, it''s cramped back there. Why don''t you take the passenger seat?"

    The big teddy bear was indeed hogging a lot of space, but Lizetta and Ynda were petite enough to fit.

    Badass Remington''s intentions were as clear as day, Ynda thought. She quickly wrapped her arm around Lizetta, but before she could protest, Remington added, Margaret had a bit of a fall into the pool fromthe third floor. She might be feeling a bit off. You should sit in the front and let her stretch out in the back."

    Hearing Remington call her Margaret so warmly for the first time made Ynda shiver.

    While she was still stunned, Lizetta seemed convinced by Remington''s reasoning.

    "Yeah, Yoli, lie down in the back and rest. If you start feeling unwell, let me know right away."

    Even though the doctor said Ynda was fine, it was better to be safe than sorry. Before Ynda could say another word, Lizetta was coaxed out of the car.

    Ynda watched as Remington opened the passenger door, carefully helping Lizetta inside.

    Then, she observed as he leaned in to buckle Lizetta''s seatbelt with care, ending with a gentle smile that made Lizetta''s ears turn a suspicious shade of pink.

    Ynda thought, "This is bad. Really bad. My friend might just get swept away and end up somewhere like Las Vegas, who knows?"

    Determined to stay vignt, Ynda resolved to keep an eye out and be ready to snap Lizetta back to reality.

    But then...

    Ten minutester.

    "There''ll be plenty of big names at

    this party directors, producers,

    and

    famous actors. It''ll be great forworking and Margaret you can join Liz and keep herpany."

    From the driver''s seat, Remington passed an invitation to Ynda.

    It was for Mr. Temple''s birthday bash three days from now. Ynda wanted to decline, but...

    The Temple family''s event was highly prestigious, a golden chance to make connections.

    Darn it, it was hard to say no.

    "Liz has been away from Zion City for a while, and people tend to gossip. Ms. Miller and Ms. West wi be there too and can''t always be by tz''s side I''d feel better if you could stick with her and look out for her a bit more."  s?novels

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    Seeing Ynda''s hesitation, Remington gave her an encouraging nod.

    As soon as Ynda heard that Ste and Margaret Miller were going, she quickly grabbed the invitation from his hand.

    "Well, I suppose I can make an exception this time."

    She felt a little cheeky saying that, but nheless, she waved the invitation in the

    air and added, ¡°Thanks for this. And for today, too. I really appreciate Mr. Dashiell''s help."

    Remington nodded slightly, not saying much more, just adding, "If Cassius gives you any more trouble, just have Liz give me a shout."

    Ynda bit her tongue gently, trying to keep her wits about her.

    Ynda, how can you let yourself be swayed by small gestures like this?

    But why did Badass Remington seem so genuine?

    Oh boy, she must still be tipsy.

    Feeling she was on the brink of losingposure, Ynda closed her eyes, opting out of further conversation.

    After dropping Ynda off at her house, Remington drove Lizetta back to Maple Cottage. The evening sky of Zion City darkened early this time of year, and with the weather shifting, clouds gathered ominously overhead.

    By the time the car pulled up to Maple Cottage, the garden lights were already casting their warm glow. Lizetta stepped out of the car, and Remington, who had gotten out first, opened arge ck umbre to shield them from the light drizzle that began to fall.

    Under the shadow of the umbre, he looked down at her with soft eyes and said, ¡°It''s starting to rain. Why don''t I keep Vivi in my car for now? I''ll bring her back to you another day so she doesn''t get wet."

    Vivi, of course, was the teddy bear lounging in the backseat.

    Lizetta found his excuse amusing-did he really think he was being subtle about wanting to see her again?

    Yet, perhaps because of the way his eyes seemed to draw her in under the dim light, she yed along and nodded. "Alright, I''ll see youter then."

    She reached out to take the umbre from him.

    Remington hesitated, reluctant to let go, and they stood there, both holding the umbre, when footsteps approached from the house.

    "Liz, you''re back! Don''t stand out here and catch a cold."

    The warm, pleasant voice belonged to Jerome, who hade out with his own umbre upon hearing themotion. Tall andposed, he reached them quickly and raised his umbre Higher, nodding politely to Remington.

    "Thank you, Mr. Dashiell, for taking the time to bring Liz back."

    Remington''s good mood soured slightly upon seeing Jerome step out of the house. The thought of Lizetta now living under the same roof with Jerome, much like they once did, felt like a thorn in his side.

    Especially with Jerome speaking in that house-master tone.

    It was too much of a challenge.

    Remington tightened his grip on the umbre handle, subtly covering Lizetta''s hand with his own, and responded to Jerome, ¡°Mr. Madden, if you''re truly grateful, perhaps you could invite me in for dinner ''ve been running around with Liz alluday and haven''t had a bite to eat. I''m starving."

    Seeing Jerome''s smile fade slightly, Remington couldn''t resist adding, "You wouldn''t just offer empty words of thanks, would you? Surely, you could spare a meal?"

    Jerome was momentarily at a loss, unable to refuse such a well-justified request in front of Lizetta.

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    Jerome stood under the umbre, his handsome face shadowed by a touch of chill.

    He was clearly not happy. Ever since Lizetta arrived in Zion City, they had been living under the same roof. But, much to his dismay, they hadn''t shared a single dinner, just the two of them.

    This morning, Lizetta had visited him at the hospital and promised they''d have dinner together at home. Jerome had been looking forward to it all day.

    But then, Remington had to show up, as persistent as ever, determined to ruin his evening.

    Their eyes met, and the tension between them crackled in the damp air, like the calm before a storm.

    "One meal is something the Madden family can certainly afford," Jerome said, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Besides, I heard from Liz that Mr. Dashiell''s been quite helpful these days. If we were to put the past aside, we should thank him properly. But tonight might not be the best time."

    Remington wasn''t oblivious to Jerome''s insinuation.

    Jerome was implying that Lizetta no longer had feelings for Remington. Her allowing him to escort her back was merely out of gratitude, not rekindled affection.

    Remington''s expression darkened, and his lips pressed into a thin line. His fingers, resting on Lizetta''s hand, trembled slightly, but he said nothing in response to Jerome''s words.

    Sometimes, a little vulnerability could work to his advantage.

    Lizetta nced up at Remington instinctively, the puddle on the ground reflecting a faint, cold light, much like the fragility in his deep-set eyes.

    "Jerome, something happened this afternoon. Remington ended up running around all day with me. It''s raining now, and traffic''s a mess. Maybe he should stay for dinner?"

    Lizetta recalled how Remington had been tirelessly helping her all afternoon, and if it weren''t for his presence, the issue with Ynda and Cassius might not have been resolved so easily. Her heart softened.

    Jerome met her careful, yet undeniably concerned, gaze for Remington, tightening his grip on the umbre handle slightly.

    He quickly masked his emotions, offering a doting smile.

    "Of course, he can stay. I wasn''t

    trying to turn him away. It''s just, Liz, you promised to have dinner with me, and thought it would just be us. I only prepared a simple meal, and the house isn''t quite set up for guests. I wouldn''t want to inconvenience Mr. Dashiell."

    Hearing Jerome''s words, Lizetta felt a pang of guilt.

    "You cooked yourself? You just got out of the hospital this morning. You shouldn''t overexert yourself. The housekeeper could have handled it."

    She hadn''t expected Jerome to cook, waiting for her return, especially after her dyed arrival.

    At that moment, Jerome turned his head and coughed several times.

    ying the weak card wasn''t something only Remington was good at.

    Lizetta immediately looked worried, slipping her hand from Remington''s to step

    under Jerome''s umbre, concerned.

    "Did you not dress warmly enough?"

    Remington felt the emptiness in his palm, watching as Lizetta moved away from him, her concern for¡¤

    Jerome tant and unhidden

    Jealousy simmered within him as he

    red at Jerome''s feigned frailty

    "I recall Mr. Madden was hospitalized for a stomach issue? That cough sounds more

    like a cold. Mr. Madden should take care of himself."

    Jerome wasn''t deaf to the jab about his health.

    He stopped coughing, nodding slightly to Remington before turning to Lizetta.

    "It''s our first dinner together since

    you arrived in Zion City. It shouldn''t

    be just any meal. Plus, Wilma''s mother-inw had a fall today, she took the day off

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    The Maddens were out of Zion City, leaving Maple Cottage in the capable hands of just one owner, Jerome, who was often busy with work and not frequently present. To keep things running smoothly, he had hired a housekeeper.

    Wilma took care of the cleaning and also handled the grocery shopping and

    cooking.

    Lizetta suddenly felt a pang of guilt and said, "We could have just ordered takeout or gone out to a restaurant."

    Jerome chuckled, "I''ve already prepared everything. I was thinking of hosting a formal dinner to invite Mr. Dashiell another day, but since Mr. Dashiell is hungry today, as long as you don''t mind a simple meal, please join us."

    Jerome nced at Remington as he spoke, making his stance clear.

    Remington was the guest here, while he and Lizetta were the family-us.

    Remington''s eyes were cool, "Mr. Madden, it''s an honor to have you cook for us. How could we possibly mind?"

    As he spoke, Remington stepped forward, gently pulling Lizetta under his own umbre. He nced down and said softly, "Liz, Mr. Madden isn''t feeling well, it''s better not to let him get wet. You shouldn''t share an umbre with him."

    With his arm around Lizetta''s shoulder, Remington led the way forward without looking back.

    Lizetta nodded in agreement, finding sense in his words.

    Jerome stood there, watching their retreating figures in silence.

    A tall andposed man, with an aura of cool detachment, yet he bent slightly to amodate the woman beside him, tilting the umbre to fully shield her. Meanwhile, his broad shoulder was exposed, the fabric of his suit darkening as it absorbed the rain.

    Jerome cast one more nce before following them into Maple Cottage, where Remington was greeted by a table set with homely yet inviting dishes.

    The meal was simple, with a bottle of wine thoughtfully included. The vi was quiet, confirming that aside from Jerome, there had been no one else around.

    Remington felt a surge of relief that he had shamelessly tagged along. Otherwise, who knows how Lizetta and Jerome might have spent the evening alone together?

    He was skeptical about the housekeeper''s sudden absence, suspecting it was no mere coincidence.

    With a sly grin, he turned to Jerome and said, "Mr. Madden, you''re too modest. You''ve prepared such an exquisite spread; how could this be considered simple fare? But didn you have an upset stomach from drinking? Why the wine?"

    Jerome stepped forward, addressing Lizetta directly.

    "I''m not drinking. It''s for Liz."

    He pulled out a chair, "Have a seat, I''ll get you some soup."

    Lizetta nodded and was about to step forward when Remington quickly intervened.

    "Mr. Madden has worked hard. He should sit first, and I''ll take care of the rest."

    Remington insisted, maneuvering Jerome into a seat.

    He smoothly pulled out a chair next to Jerome for himself, swiftlydking out a serving of sweet corn soup

    cing it by his side, gesturing for Lizetta to join them.

    His actions were seamless, taking mere seconds, yet perfectly arranging the seating.

    Throughout the meal, Remington

    was generous with his praise of Jerome''s culinary skills, yet he remained vigil?nt ensuring there

    was no extra interaction between

    Jerome and Lizetta.

    By the end of the meal, it was clear both Jerome and Lizetta had lost their appetites.

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    Lizetta and Jerome barely touched their dinner.

    Remington, on the other hand, seemed to have an endless appetite, devouring nearly everything on the table. After finishing thest bowl of stew, he ced his spoon down and dabbed his mouth with a napkin, turning to Jerome with a satisfied grin.

    "Thank you, Mr. Madden, for the meal. I don''t usually eat this much, but I guess I just couldn''t resist your cooking tonight," Remington said, attempting to sound gracious.

    Jerome forced a smile, but it didn''t reach his eyes.

    "Well, thank you, but I didn''t need the ttery."

    "The rain''s picking up, and it''s gettingte,¡± Jerome added, standing up abruptly. "Since you''ve finished, Mr. Dashiell, we won''t keep you any longer."

    Remington chuckled lightly and got up from his seat. "I''d feel better if I could help with the dishes, Mr. Madden. After such a delightful meal, it''s the least I can do.¡±

    Jerome''s tone turned icy. "Guests don''t wash dishes in the Madden household, Mr. Dashiell. Isn''t that right, Liz?"

    Jerome nced at Lizetta, who had long sincee to see him as family, like an elder brother in the absence of Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden, who were away in Zion City.

    She nodded immediately, grateful for the excuse to end the awkward dinner. ¡°That''s right. We don''t have such traditions. I''ll take care of it. Let me see you to the door."

    Remington''s expression faltered when Lizetta sided with Jerome. He frowned slightly, about to protest, but Jerome cut him off.

    ¡°Just leave them. The housekeeper will take care of everything in the morning.¡±

    With both of them insisting, Remington had no choice but to leave. Though he walked slowly savoring every moment, he soon found himself at the front door, with Lizetta trailing behind.

    He couldn''t shake off the thought of Lizetta and Jerome alone in the house after he

    left, and each step felt like walking on a tightrope.

    He had hoped for a moment alone with Lizetta, but Jerome was right there, a constant shadow.

    As they reached the entrance, Remington turned to Lizetta. "It''s raining outside. No need to walk me out. This is fine."

    He looked at her with hopeful eyes, wishing she''d ask him to stay a little longer, or better yet, invite him to spend the night.

    Remington silently cursed Jerome for being so perceptive. Earlier, he had tried to use a few drinks as an excuse to stay over, but Jerome had seen through his n, quickly removing the wine with a pointed reminder about drinking and driving.

    "Well, then, we won''t see you out,¡± Lizetta said with a casual wave,pletely oblivious to Remington''s longing gaze.

    The word "we" struck Remington like a dagger. Jerome had used it several times throughout the evening, and though it grated on him, he''d managed to endure it.

    But hearing it from Lizetta, so naturally and without a second thought, felt like an unexpected blow piercing him deeply and. leaving him with a tight, aching heart.

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    The man''s face turned stormy in an instant. His expression was tense as he shot a deep look at Lizetta and Jerome standing behind her, then spun on his heel and stormed out, a cold gust following him as he mmed the door.

    Lizetta watched him leave, unable to suppress a small, ironic smile as she turned away. Oddly enough, her spirits were surprisingly high.

    "Hey, I''m heading upstairs. You should get some rest too," Lizetta said, ncing up at her brother, Jerome.

    Just as she was about to leave, Jerome spoke up.

    "I''ve got a couple of meetings to attend tonight, Liz. Could you brew me some coffee?"

    Lizetta looked at Jerome, feeling a slight urge to avoid being alone with him. There was always a vague pressure around him.

    If Jerome had asked her to join him for coffee, she could have easily refused, saying

    it would keep her up all night. But brewing a pot was different, especially since she''d just enjoyed the dinner he prepared. There was no polite way to say no.

    She nodded, conceding, "You just got out of the hospital, and caffeine isn''t great for the stomach. If it''s not urgent, maybe you could postpone..."

    Jerome smiled slightly, "These two virtual meetings have already been postponed because of the hospital stay. Just make me a light cup, okay?"

    "Alright."

    The two headed to the small kitchen downstairs.

    Back when Lizetta lived at the Dashiell family estate, Fiona loved coffee, so Lizetta had picked up quite a bit about brewing the perfect cup. She even got certified as a barista in her spare time.

    Later, at Tranquil Meadows, she''d often brew coffee for her grandparents.

    When Jerome and Nelson were in discussions, Lizetta would frequently be nearby, listening and brewing coffee.

    She had be quite skilled at it, and her movements were graceful and fluid. Soon, she ced a cup of coffee in front of Jerome.

    The in white mug, with just a simple engraving of a sprig of oak, held a rich, aromatic brew.

    The sight was pleasing, but even more striking was the hand that held the cup.

    Her hands were elegant and

    unadorned, without any nail polish,

    Which was

    yet it was is hard to tell which was

    pristine, her hand or the white

    mug.

    Just as Lizetta was about to release her grip, Jerome suddenly sped her hand with his, his firm grip halting her.

    The coffee rippled slightly in the cup.

    Lizetta''s heart gave a small jolt as she looked up at Jerome.

    Through the swirling steam, his eyes were clear but carried an unusual intensity.

    "Liz, have you let him back into your life?" Jerome asked, his voice steady but probing.

    Tonight, between Lizetta and Remington, there had been an unspoken connection, a familiarity Though their interactionscked any physical touch, the air between them was charged with mutual understanding.

    Jerome had noticed their frequent exchange of nces.

    Lizetta hadn''t anticipated Jerome would be so direct. She had concealed her

    feelings from her grandparents to spare them the worry.

    But with Jerome, she hadn''t nned to hide. In fact, she wanted to be upfront.

    Her initial surprise faded, and she steadied her gaze, "I..."

    Before she could continue, Jerome interrupted, as if he already knew what she was about to say.

    "Liz, I don''t know what he did to

    make you open up to him again so quickly but remember, those who are favored often take it for granted. Have you forgotten the pain he caused you before?"

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    Jerome furrowed his brow, his gaze at Lizetta filled with obvious confusion and concern.

    Lizetta''s eyshes fluttered slightly. "Of course, I remember everything."

    Jerome''s lips parted, but he couldn''t find the words. A bitter taste seemed to spread through his mouth.

    After a moment, he sighed and said, "I understand. Even though you remember the hurt and the pain, you''re still willing to trust him again, willing to give him another chance, right?"

    Jerome''s eyes, locked onto Lizetta, grew darker.

    Lizetta pressed her lips together, her cheeks flushing slightly. She felt a bit foolish, even to herself.

    After all, she''d left Zion City so resolutely, with Jerome''s help.

    And now, to forgive Remington so easily¡ªit felt a bit like betraying her own resolve.

    "Bro, I just want to give us another chance."

    Jerome''s grip on her hand tightened, emotions simmering in his eyes.

    This made Lizetta a little nervous.

    She instinctively pulled her hand back, causing the teacup to wobble, spilling some of the hot tea onto her hand.

    "Ouch," Lizetta gasped.

    Jerome seemed pulled back from his thoughts by her cry of pain. He frowned and quickly took the teacup, setting it on the table.

    Then he stood, pulling Lizetta to the nearby sink, running cool water over her reddened hand.

    "Does it hurt? I''m sorry, I got a bit lost in thought."

    The water felt refreshing against her skin.

    But really, only a small ssh hadnded on Lizetta''s hand. Jerome''s wrist had taken the brunt of it.

    Seeing the reddened skin on Jerome''s wrist, Lizetta felt a twist of emotion.

    "Bro, I''m fine, it doesn''t hurt. But your hand, you should rinse it well."

    Jerome saw she was okay and wouldn''t blister, so he turned off the tap. "I''m a grown man, it''s nothing."

    He said this while taking a hand towel to gently dry her hand.

    The tea room fell silent, making Lizetta feel awkwardly self-conscious. "I can do it myself."

    Jerome lightly held her hand through the towel, stopping her.

    He was rarely so assertive. Lizetta paused, looking up at him.

    Jerome met her gaze, his eyes serious, his voice a little hoarse. "Liz."

    Sensing what he was about to say, Lizetta quickly interrupted.

    "Bro, I''m really not hurt. You should drink your tea before it gets cold. It''s not as good once it cools."

    Lizetta''s interruption was hurried, her voice a bit forceful.

    But she hoped that by calling him "bro," Jerome would understand her meaning.

    As family, they saw each other often,

    and some things were better left unsaid to avoid future awkwardness.

    However, Jerome seemed determined to get a clear answer.

    He held her hand, unwavering, "Liz, even if the chances are slim, there are things I need to ask. If I don''t do it now, i might never get anothers chance."

    Lizetta, meeting his deep, persistent gaze, nodded quietly, waiting.

    Seeing her tension, Jerome released her hand, smiling.

    "I''m not a monster, right? I''m pretty decent-looking and have an okay personality. Why so scared?"

    Jerome''s self-deprecating humor

    was meant to ease her tension, not to pressure her. Lizetta

    trying to make her co was

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    Jerome couldn''t help but chuckle at Lizetta''sment, though there was a twinge of bitterness in his smile.

    "Not just passable?" Lizetta said with a yful spark in her eyes. "It''s because you''re so exceptional that I feel the pressure. If you were just another ordinary guy, I wouldn''t be this nervous."

    Jerome kept his gaze on Lizetta, his lips curving slightly. Yet inside, he felt a pang of sadness.

    Here he was, genuinely liking a woman for the first time, having watched over her for so long, and he hadn''t even managed to confess his feelings before it felt like he''d been turned down.

    Jerome, oh Jerome, he thought, you really are quite the failure.

    Outwardly, he remainedposed, his demeanor as calm as ever. "Why don''t we grab a coffee and chat a bit?"

    Lizetta nodded, and they settled back down, sipping their coffees. After a few moments, Jerome spoke up.

    "Liz, I really like you. Not in the way a brother likes a sister, but in the way a man wants to care for a woman for a lifetime. I''ve felt this way for a long time. I held back because you hadn''t fully resolved things with Mr. Dashiell, and I didn''t want to intrude."

    He paused, recalling the night they returned to Tranquil Meadows. "That night, I was so happy I couldn''t sleep, pacing outside your room. It wasn''t that I was unsure of my feelings for you, but I could see you weren''t in the right ce to start something new."

    Jerome sighed, "But now, if I don''t express my feelings, I might never get another chance."

    Lizetta listened quietly, touched by his words. Jerome was truly a kind and thoughtful man, but her heart was elsewhere.

    "I know, Jerome. You''ve always been so considerate," she began. "But I''m sorry, I only see you as family. I can''t offer more than that."

    Her refusal was firm and clear, leaving Jerome with a mix of emotions.

    After a long pause, he added, "You know my grandparents would love for us to be together. Choosing me would mean a smoother path for you. But with Mr. Dashiell, there are still so many unresolved issues, and if I''m not mistaken, his parents aren''t exactly thrilled about you?"

    Jerome''s brow furrowed slightly, his words a mix of brotherly concern and personal worry.

    Lizetta understood, feeling warmth

    in her heart. Her eyes sparkled with determination. "I know, but Remington and I share the same pain and the same desire for justice. I want to stand by him and fight for Daisy."

    She''d misunderstood Remington''s efore, but now that she

    actions

    knew better, why should she

    eln

    distance herself from film and fet

    their enemies win

    fo

    "Jerome, don''t worry. I''ve learned my lesson. This time, I won''t give my all blindly."

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    This time, she could genuinely feel the full hundred percent effort Remington was putting in, slowly melting the ice that had encased her heart for so long.

    But if Remington ever disappointed her, or made her unhappy, she was ready to protect herself in an instant.

    Now, she had people who had her back, a safety to fall back on, unlike the messy situations she had been in before.

    Jerome watched Lizetta, whose smile was subtle yet dazzling, gripping his coffee cup a bit tighter than usual.

    He had once wanted to ask her about a promise she had made long ago, back when Daisy was still around.

    If Remington ever hurt her again, she promised to give him a chance.

    He wasn''t sure if she would still honor that promise now.

    But seeing her like this, Jerome decided not to bring it up.

    Asking would probably lead nowhere and only add to her guilt and worries.

    Jerome nodded, finished thest sip of his coffee, and stood up first.

    Lizetta followed suit, and Jerome reached out to gently ruffle her hair.

    "I know everything. You think too much. If you ever feel wronged or worry about upsetting Grandma and Grandpa, remember you have a brother at home who''s always got your back."

    He was clearly stepping back to make her feel better, taking on the role of a protective brother.

    Lizetta''s nose tingled, and her eyes turned a bit red as she nodded firmly.

    "Alright, I promise I''ll let you know."

    Jerome raised an eyebrow, smiling with satisfaction, and opened his arms.

    "Why are your eyes getting red? Come here, give me a hug."

    Lizetta chuckled softly and didn''t refuse, stepping closer.

    It was a hug with a bit of distance, but it was warm.

    Jerome patted Lizetta on the shoulder, his voice a low murmur in her ear.

    "Liz, be happy. If he ever lets you down again, next time, no matter what you want, I won''t step back."

    Lizetta knew he meant it.

    Not to mention, growing up with their grandparents, he could easily manipte things to his advantage or put pressure on Remington if he wanted to.

    But he never did, and even now, when his words sounded like a threat, they were more about caring.

    Lizetta hugged him back, her voice heavy with emotion as she said, "Mm-hmm."

    Jerome released her, "Go rest, I''ll be fine here on my own." Lizetta nodded, not saying anything more, and turned to leave. As she reached the door, she couldn''t help but nce back.

    Jerome was already seated on the floor by the coffee table again, his gaze piercing through the

    floor to ceiling window focused on something in the garden, his profile quiet and contemtive.

    Suddenly, zetta spoke up, "Have you ever considered that maybe your feelings for me are more about wanting to make up for past regrets, mixed with a sense of responsibility and gratitude?"

    Jerome looked taken aback, his eyes shifting from the window back to Lizetta, as if he was deep in thought.

    Lizetta smiled again, "Brother, it wasn''t your fault Mom had me prematurely I''ve never med you just hope you can let it go, find the one meant for you, and be happy."

    Back then, Elsa had been with Jerome in Zion City for apetition when she unexpectedly went intobor and suffered severeplications.

    From the first time Lizetta almost got hit by Jerome''s car, she had appeared in his life as a helpless image of their mom.

    She even looked like her mother, and Jerome''s concern and care for her all stemmed from his feelings for Elsa.

    Lizetta knew Jerome had always med himself for what happened, thinking it was his fault Elsa suffered and ultimately weakened.

    The tragic part was, he couldn''t even protect his aunt''s only daughter, who he saw

    as a mother figure, and she had been swapped at the hospital right under his nose.

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    All these gestures of Jerome''s made him feel guilty towards her, so he spared no effort in showering her with indulgence andpensation.

    Just to give an example, when he returned to Tranquil Meadows, without saying a word, Jerome quietly transferred ownership of over a dozen luxury homes andmercial properties in various parts of the estate to her name. It was pretty telling.

    Lizetta had her doubts though. She figured Jerome''s feelings towards her might not be genuine love; perhaps he was just too caught up to see things clearly.

    After expressing her thoughts, she noticed Jerome standing there, slightly dazed and lost in thought. She pursed her lips and quietly walked away.

    She headed upstairs and returned to her room.

    Closing the door behind her, Lizetta was about to turn towards the bathroom when she unexpectedly bumped into something solid yet slightly springy.

    It was familiar a man''s chest.

    "Ah!" she gasped, startled, and looked up, still shaken. Sure enough, there he was, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

    Remington stood before her.

    Regaining herposure, Lizetta snapped at him yfully, "Have you had enough of being human? nning to be a ghost now?"

    He had this knack for showing up unannounced, and it was a good thing her heart could handle it, or he might''ve given her a scare-induced ailment.

    Remington, however, was looking rather brooding, his gaze fixed on the door behind her.

    "Don''t you ever lock your door when you sleep?"

    Lizetta was puzzled, "?"

    She was in her own house; why would she need to lock the door?

    Besides, it wasn''t like he used the door toe in, right?

    He had climbed in through the window, and with the rain outside, his muddy footprints on the pristine floor made Lizetta frown.

    Seeing her silence, Remington leaned in and fiddled with the door lock, securing it for her. "It''s safer to lock the door."

    Lizetta chuckled; it was just her and Jerome in the house. It was obvious who the lock would be for.

    Thinking about Jerome''s

    gentlemanly demeanor just

    moments ago, Lizetta couldn''t help but tease, "You''re so petty. Do you think every man is like you, sneaking in through windows, up to no good?"

    Remington was already feeling frustrated and restless.

    He had just left Maple Cottage, sitting in his car for ages without seeing the lightse on upstairs.

    Clearly, Lizetta and Jerome had stayed together after he left.

    How could he leave in peace with that thought?

    His heart felt like it was being roasted over a fire. He returned, sneaking into the mansion.

    "I saw it all..." Remington muttered.

    Lizetta was baffled, "Saw what?"

    Suddenly, Remington reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, his voiceced with unmistakable jealousy.

    "I saw you hugging him, saw how you held him back. Look, look, you''re not even hugging me now!"

    His tone was filled with infinite grievance.

    Like a child who didn''t get his candy or thefort he sought.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but find it amusing. She lifted her hands, resting them around his waist.

    And then...

    "Ouch!"

    Remington let out a muffled groan as she pinched him hard on his side.

    He released her, and Lizetta pointed at the floor.

    "It''s pouring outside at night, and instead of going home, you''re lurking and spying. Then you brazenly

    sneak in here. Breaking and entering is a crime. Mir Dashiel. After took?t And at

    what you''ve done. Aren''t you supposed to be a neat freak? Is this something a neat freak would do?"

    Lizetta pressed on, feeling quite the satisfaction of reprimanding her troublesome ex-husband. No wonder Remington used to enjoy bossing her around so much. Emboldened, Lizetta reache

    ver

    out,

    attempting to pinch his ear.

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    Remington didn''t react much, and to amodate Lizetta''s height, he even leaned down slightly.

    Lizetta managed to grab his ear with ease, feeling triumphant and ready to give it a good tug. But then, in the next moment.

    "Ah!"

    She suddenly found herself lifted off the ground. Remington had wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up effortlessly.

    Startled, Lizetta let out a small yelp, instinctively releasing his ear and instead clutching onto his neck for support.

    She looked down at him as he looked up at her.

    The glow from the bedroom''s chandelier cast a soft light, highlighting everysh of his eyes and reflecting Lizetta''s slightly surprised expression in his pupils.

    Breaths mingled in the sudden quiet.

    "You haven''t exined why you were hugging him, and yet you''re mad at me," Remington finally broke the silence in a low voice.

    His tone wasn''t usatory, more like a wounded plea, but his grip on her was firm.

    Lizetta felt like her thighs might be squeezed to the point of snapping and found it a bit amusing.

    "Does it bother you that much?"

    "Of course!" he replied in a muffled voice.

    Lizetta raised an eyebrow. "But it seems like you don''t really have the right to be bothered, ex-husband."

    The term "ex-husband" made Remington''s handsome face darken slightly.

    He genuinely disliked thatbel, a constant reminder that he had lost her and of their divorce.

    "But you''ve agreed to let me pursue you! Doesn''t that make me the prospective boyfriend? A prospective boyfriend doesn''t like seeing you getting cozy with other guys."

    Seeing his uncharacteristic disy of emotion and anxiety, Lizetta found it intriguing and couldn''t resist teasing him.

    She frowned yfully. "Who said

    letting you pursue me means you''re the prospective boyfriend? There are plenty of guys trying to win me over. You''re just another contestant in the evaluation phase

    Remington almostughed in exasperation. "So, can other guys hold you like this or even kiss you?"

    His eyes narrowed dangerously.

    Lizetta wanted to tease him but also feared pushing him too far. If he lost his cool

    and Jerome got involved, it would be awkward.

    Softening her gaze, she suddenly leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.

    Remington froze, staring at her, his mind nk for a moment.

    He wondered if the light was too bright, causing a dizzyingck of oxygen, making his feet feel unsteady.

    He had never dared to hope she would be so forward with him.

    This was not what Lizetta expected

    either. She assumed with

    Remington''s usual impulsive behavior, he''d immediately

    reoiprocate. But instead he just

    stood there, making her feel like she was kissing a statue.

    Was he really upset?

    Thinking this, Lizetta lifted her head, observing his expression closely, a bit embarrassed and annoyed.

    "A kiss like that? There''s no one else, I''ve only kissed you, okay? Plus, Jerome confessed to me earlier, and I clearly turned him down. The hug was just polite, nothing more..."

    Before she could finish, Remington, like someone released from a spell, blinked rapidly and interrupted her.

    "Did you just kiss me?"

    Seeing his dazed expression, Lizetta couldn''t help but chuckle wryly.

    She rolled her eyes at him. "Are you asking me? I¡ª"

    Before she could finish, Remington captured her lips in a fierce kiss, bis breath hot as he deepened the connection, as if wanting to ens

    everything between them was indeed real.

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    Remington kissed her and suddenly spun them around.

    Lizetta was already held high in his arms, and the spinning made her feel like the lights above were whirling too. The twinkling glow of the fairy lights left her dizzy, and she clung tighter to Remington''s neck, pressing herself closer to him.

    They ended up tumbling onto the bed, bouncing gently on the mattress.

    Lizetta pushed Remington away, turning her head to catch her breath.

    "What are you doing? Get off, you''re squishing me."

    Remington tightened his embrace for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows, hovering over her.

    He didn''t pull awaypletely, though. Instead, he stayed suspended above her,

    his deep eyes amused as they studied her flushed cheeks and charming expression.

    "Sweetheart, did you just say you turned him down?"

    He loomed over her like a mountain casting a shadow, the aura of a predator savoring its prey. Lizetta caved, nodding obediently.

    "I did."

    A smile flickered in Remington''s eyes¡ªso it was aforting hug for turning someone down.

    He masked his delight with an apologetic, concerned tone.

    "Is he okay?"

    Before Lizetta could respond, he continued.

    "That was a silly question. I mean, Mr. Madden''s a strong guy. He''ll bounce back from a heartbreak, I''m sure. Zion City has no shortage of eligible debutantes. In fact, Mr. Madden has already been set up on a few dates by Margaret. Maybe we should help him find a match too?"

    Even though Lizetta had turned Jerome down, Remington felt uneasy. Jerome was a formidable rival, and even Remington found it hard to criticize him.

    If Jerome didn''t find someone soon, Remington felt he''d always be looking over his shoulder.

    Lizetta''s lips curved into a small grin. "Really? You know so many eligibledies? Who are they? Spill!"

    Remington sensed danger. He quickly shook his head.

    "No, no, I don''t know any personally. I meant we could have Cedricpile a list."

    Lizetta chuckled teasingly. "Right,

    because the women you know are usually more like Ste Evelina Let'' not set my brother up for heartbreak."

    Remington winced internally. This conversation was getting risky.

    A cold sweat crept down his back, so he quickly changed the topic.

    "You turned Jerome down and still say I''m not officially your boyfriend? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

    Lizetta just smirked, staying silent.

    "You little rascal," Remington grinned, leaning down to nip at her delicate neck.

    A tingling sensation shot through her, and Lizetta pushed him away, half-annoyed, half-amused.

    "Get up!"

    "Say I''m your boyfriend then!"

    Lizetta hesitated.

    "Come on, say it."

    He coaxed, kissing her softly.

    Lizetta sighed, "Fine, fine, you''re my

    boyfriend. Happy now? But if you

    keep soaking my bed, I''ll revoke y

    your

    boyfriend privileges and your ce

    in line!"

    Remington had been sneaking around earlier in the rain, leaving him a bit damp.

    He jumped up from the bed,

    Lizetta up with him. "Alright, go take a shower. I''ll

    girlfriend, go take a

    handle the mess here." >

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    Lizetta stared wide-eyed, "What girlfriend!?"

    Was Remington really this good at ying along now?

    The truth was, he really was.

    With an innocent yet earnest expression, he replied, "I''m your soon-to-be boyfriend. To me, you''re the only choice. You''ve been my girlfriend for ages, and you''re on track to upgrade automatically to wife, mother of our kids, lifelong partner..."

    Lizetta was speechless.

    She had only questioned him once, and he had already imagined their entire life together in his head.

    Feeling flustered, Lizetta felt her cheeks heat up. She shot Remington a re and swiftly turned on her heel, heading straight into the bathroom.

    Remington watched her retreating figure, a smile curving his lips.

    She couldfortably go take a shower with him still there, yet she said he was just a potential boyfriend?

    However, in the next moment.

    Click.

    He heard the distinct sound of the bathroom door being locked, and the smile on his handsome face froze slightly. He clicked his tongue.

    When Lizetta emerged from the bathroom, Remington was no longer in the bedroom.

    The water stains and footprints on the floor had been cleaned up, and the sheets had been changed, looking particrly neat.

    Lizetta nced at the door; it seemed to still be locked from the inside.

    Clearly, Remington hadn''t left the apartment. She had no idea how he managed to clean up so quickly.

    Drying her hair, she walked over to the bed to grab her phone but noticed a small cake on the side table next to the couch.

    Lizetta approached, a bit surprised.

    At that moment, her phone buzzed.

    Lizetta, sensing who it might be, picked up her phone to see a message from Remington on WhatsApp.

    "Sugar-free cake, it''s okay to have some. Don''t go to bed hungry."

    Her eyes reflected the soft glow of the screen, a touch of warmth in them as she replied.

    "So you knew you stole my dinner?"

    She had no clue when or how Remington had prepared the cake, but it was clear that during dinner, he had pretty much eaten everything himself, leaving her with nothing.

    What a childish man.

    On the other end, Remington seemed to be waiting with his phone in hand, responding swiftly.

    "Little cake for my precious, don''t be mad. *pats head cat emoji*"

    Lizetta nced at the tempting little cake on the table and then at the cute emoji he

    sent. She couldn''t muster any anger.

    Great, now he was even trying to be adorable.

    But then, her thoughts shifted. If he was so good at understanding and charming

    her, why was he so distant and cold before?

    Did that mean he knew how to be decent but chose to act like a jerk?

    Her mood swung again, and Lizetta felt a flicker of anger.

    With a soft huff, she only sent him a single emoji back before setting her phone aside, sitting down to unwrap the little cake.

    Outside in the rain-drenched driveway of Maple Cottage, a Maybach sat quietly.

    In the driver''s seat, Remington held

    his phone, staring at the emoji ofa cat getting a yful smack on the head that Lizetta had sent. His brow furrowed in thought.

    What was going on? She seemed upset.

    The rain drummed harder against the windshield, and Remington turned to look out the window.

    Through the rain, he could just make out the light from Lizetta''s bedroom on the second floor.

    Seeing that light, his brow eased.

    Because he knew she was there, within reach.

    Not like the past four months when he was consumed with longing, not even knowing where to go to be near her.

    He had booked countless flights to Tranquil Meadows, only to leave the tickets untouched.

    It wasn''t that he didn''t want to see her; he was afraid his presence would disrupt her peace, plunging her back into pain.

    He was also afraid that if he saw her, he wouldn''t be able to resist bringing her back. Thankfully...

    She had returned and was willing to give him another chance.

    Remington thought about this, ncing back at his phone. Suddenly being yfully smacked didnt seem so bad, and he couldn''t help but smile.  ?wnovels

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    Remington only put his phone down once the lights in Lizetta''s room went out.

    Yet, instead of starting the car, he reclined his seat, adjusted his position, and closed his eyes.

    The air was damp, making his clothes feel mmy and cold against his skin.

    He opened his eyes again, searching for something to cover himself with, ncing around the car.

    On the passenger seaty a suit jacket, once an expensive designer piece, now crumpled and dirty, having been used as a rag.

    There wasn''t much else in the car to use as a nket.

    Finally, Remington reached for the oversized teddy bear in the back seat, pulling it over with some reluctance and hugging it close.

    "Guess it''s just you and me tonight, buddy. Let''s keep each other warm," he muttered.

    The bear stared back at him with big, goofy eyes, but its fluffy bulk was surprisingly

    warm.

    Lizetta slept dreamlessly through the night, undisturbed by the thunderstorm she had feared mighte.

    Morning broke with clear skies and lush greenery outside her window. She stretched, then headed to the bathroom, blissfully unaware that someone had kept watch outside her vi all night, leaving just half an hour ago.

    Remington drove straight to the office, freshened up in the break room, and emerged to find Cedric waiting.

    As they headed to the staff cafeteria, Cedric began briefing him on the day''s agenda.

    In the elevator, Cedric, noting his boss''s unusually good mood, dove into the report. "Mr. Dashiell, we received some HR documents today that require your signature. It seems Winters has been reported for some serious issues."

    Remington remembered Winters as a smooth operator, someone who knew how to y the game.

    He looked at Cedric, knowing that if Cedric brought it up, there must be more to the story.

    Raising an eyebrow, he prompted Cedric to continue, who swallowed nervously.

    "Well... I found out Winters had an unpleasant encounter with Mrs. Dashiell a few days ago."

    Remington''s expression darkened as he pieced things together.

    "Was this when Liz was at the elevator?"

    "Yes, Mrs. Dashiell was here to discuss a coboration between Madden Media and the Starlight

    Group for our tenth anniversaet

    Cedric exined, recounting how Lizetta had been hassled by Winters. and even escorted out by security.

    Remington''s face grew stormier, and the air in the elevator felt suddenly thin.

    Cedric wiped the sweat from his brow. "I checked, and the security guards didn''ty

    a hand on her, but still..."

    She was embarrassed, and it wasn''t fair.

    Remington didn''t me the guards but said coldly, "Winters is a fool. Does he believe everything Ste says?"

    Remembering Winters'' odd behavior at the elevator that day, Remington almostughed out of frustration.

    He''d been so ted to see Lizetta at the Starlight Group that he hadn''t even questioned why she was there.

    Lizetta wouldn''t just show up out of the blue. If she wanted to see him, she''d have let him know first.

    She wasn''t about to surprise him like she once might have.

    Remington sighed inwardly and instructed Cedric, "Winters isn''t entirely to me Ste''s probably up to something else. Look into it thoroughly."

    Cedric nodded, "Will do."

    Remington added, "Reassign the rest of this morning''s tasks to Louis. Focus on this investigation first."

    Cedric, feeling like he was bing more of a private investigator than an assistant thought to himself that he might open a detective agency once the boss finally won Mrs. Dashiell back.

    But for the sake of his tenthkefront vi, he was determined to excel at this new

    role.

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    Lizetta shared breakfast with Jerome, as usual.

    She had been worried that things might be awkward between them afterst night''s events and that their interactions wouldn''t be as easy as they were before.

    But to her surprise, those concerns were unfounded.

    Jerome was evidently skilled at managing his emotions and keeping the atmosphere light. Throughout breakfast, he didn''t mention anything about the previous night, carrying on as if nothing had happened at all.

    As Lizetta finished her breakfast and got ready to leave for work, Wilma walked in holding a box.

    "Miss Lizetta, a driver-looking fellow dropped this off. He said it was a gift for you. He practically shoved it into my hands and then took off like he was afraid I wouldn''t take it. What do you want to do with it?"

    Lizetta looked puzzled. She reached out to Wilma, "Let me have a look."

    Just as Wilma was about to hand it over, Jerome intervened with a serious tone. "Let me check it first."

    Lizetta nced at Jerome, who gave her a reassuring nod. "It''s always better to be cautious."

    Jerome obviously had concerns about the content of the package and wanted to ensure it wasn''t anything harmful.

    Lizetta thought his caution was unnecessary, but seeing the determination in Jerome''s eyes, she relented with a smile. "Alright, but be careful."

    Wilma handed the box to Jerome, who opened the outer cardboard to reveal an elegantly carved mahogany box inside.

    "It looks like a gift," he noted.

    When he opened the box, he found a delicate jade hairpin nestled in ck velvet. His eyebrows rose.

    "It seems I was overly cautious. This

    is indeed a gift, a royal green jade hairpin. The quality is outstanding crafted by the fate master Mr. Ethan Jade. This piece was the highlight ofst night''s auction, wasn''t it Any idea who it''s from, Liz?"

    Jerome''s eyes held a knowing gleam, as though he already had a suspicion about the sender.

    He handed the box to Lizetta. Her heart skipped a beat as she took it, not yet seeing the contents but already feeling a flutter of excitement.

    Last night, Remington had nned to apany her to the auction. However, an incident involving Ynda kept him upied, and he never made it.

    The item in the box was likely something Remington had arranged to send her.

    Lizetta opened the box, and the sight of the vibrant green hairpin confirmed her suspicions.

    In Western tradition, hairpins might not carry the same historical

    symbolizing care and affection, certainly bore a special meaning.

    significance, but a gift lik

    This token of possessiveness seemed to reflect someone''s deep intentions.

    As she pondered, her phone rang.

    Seeing Remington''s name on the disy, Lizetta picked up the box and stood to take the call.

    "Go on and take it," Jerome said with a knowing smile.

    Lizetta returned the smile, turning to leave when Jerome added, "Remington''s car was parked outside all night. He might have

    stayed close by in case ye.

    needed

    him during the storm."

    Lizetta stopped, surprised, and turned back to Jerome.

    "How did you know that?" she asked.

    Jerome stood up and walked towards her. "Are you asking how I knew he stayed

    out there all night, or how I understood his thoughts?"

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    Lizetta blinked, her curiosity piqued about thetter part of the conversation.

    Her phone started buzzing incessantly, and Jerome, noticing her distraction, simply shrugged and said, "It''s all irrelevant now. Better answer that call."

    "Right, right," Lizetta replied, letting the matter drop as she turned away, picking up the phone as she did.

    No sooner had she put the phone to her ear than a gruff male voice came through from the other end.

    "What were you up to? Took you long enough to pick up."

    Lizetta gave a yful huff, "If you think I took too long, I could always hang up and let you try again."

    Remington fell silent at her teasing, leaving Jerome to watch from the dining room doorway. He observed as she ascended the stairs, her voice carrying back, lively and confident, tinged with an unmistakable charm. A wry smile tugged at his lips.

    He hadn''t slept much the previous night, keenly aware of the car parked outside that hadn''t moved. He knew Remington was worried about the storm and whether the thunder would frighten Lizetta. It was a concern he shared, fearing she might need someone tofort her during the night.

    Yet he realized

    however btedly-that even if she needed someone, that

    someone was never going to be him.

    Upstairs, Lizetta sat cross-legged on her bed, finally daring to examine the delicate ne Remington had given her.

    "Do you like it? My little surprise for you."

    "It''s beautiful, but it looks so delicate and fragile, like something that belongs in a disy case, not around my neck."

    The ne featured an exquisite charm, intricately carved to

    resemble two intertwined roses, so lifelike they seemed to bloom as the light caught them. It was a

    piece, a masterpiece from

    renowned jeweler''s final collection.

    No wonder it had been the star of the auction. Remington must have spent a small fortune on it.

    "Who says it''s not meant to be worn? I''ll help you put it on myself next time."

    Remington''s voice was light and teasing, and Lizetta couldn''t help butugh. "I wouldn''t trust you with that."

    "Hey, since when did you doubt your big brother''s skills? Didn''t I always braid your hair beautifully back in the day?"

    His yful usation took Lizetta back to her childhood. In elementary school, Remington had styled her hair for an entire year tre could do buns and pigtails, and though his early attempts were clumsy, he eventually styled her hair with

    impressive finesse.

    Her eyes softened at the memory, a warm glow spreading through her. Carefully, she ced the ne back in its box. "Alright, I''ll wait for you to help me wear it then."

    Remington didn''t respond immediately, and Lizetta could hear his breathing grow slightly heavier. After a pause, he spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness. "Suddenly, I feel a bit anxious."

    Lizetta doubted his sincerity but felt a slight flutter in her stomach. She quickly changed the topic, asking, "You mentioned going to the auction to find a gift for Mr Temple''s birthday was that just an excuse to get this ne?"

    Remington chuckled, "Yes, Liz. Forty years ago, Grandpa gave Grandma a ne from Mr. Ethan Jade. I hope that forty years from now, I can still help you put this one on, just like Grandpa and Grandma."

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    Lizetta felt a sudden pang at her nose, a sensation she couldn''t quite ce, and snapped the box shut with a decisive thud.

    "Who are you calling grandma and grandpa anyway? Mr. Dashiell, you better watch it, or Grandpa Nelson might juste after you with his trusty cane."

    Remington wasn''t referring to Fiona Dashiell or thete Mr. Dashiell, but rather to Grandpa Nelson and Grandma Bernice.

    He was talking about the ivory hairpin Grandpa gave Grandma over forty years ago, something Lizetta had seen herself.

    Though Grandma''s mind was not as sharp as it used to be, she treasured that hairpin dearly and would not let anyone touch it.

    Lizetta had always admired her grandparents'' rtionship and found herself pleasantly surprised that Remington was following in Grandpa''s footsteps by gifting her a hairpin.

    And, just like the one Grandpa had given Grandma, it was crafted by the same master artisan.

    As far as Lizetta knew, this artist rarely carved jewelry, favoringndscapes and figurines instead.

    This had to be one of the only two hairpins ever made by Mr. Ethan Jade, making Remington''s gift all the more thoughtful.

    "Every time Grandpa hits me, I''ll call him that again. Eventually, he''ll get used to it and won''t have the heart to hit me anymore."

    Lizetta chuckled softly, "You seem quite confident. I''m off to work now, gotta go."

    With that, Lizetta hung up without a moment''s hesitation.

    On the other end, Remington was left holding the phone, slightly stunned by the abrupt end to their conversation.

    He shook his head with an amused smile, a hint of resignation in his eyes.

    Just then, Cedric walked into the room.

    "Mr. Dashiell, I''ve got a couple of videos and some photos for you to look at." Cedric ced a tablet in front of Remington and yed the videos.

    The first video showed Ste''s glove identally catching fire, revealing her missing fingers to all.

    The second video featured Remington cradling a baby, with Ste leaning in to gently touch the child''s forehead.

    Remington recognized the scene; it was from the time he had run into the nanny at the hospital with Ron.

    He had stayedte that night to care for the child, with only Ste and the West family''s nanny present.

    Apparently, the nanny had secretly recorded the moment.

    And it was unlikely she would do so without Ste''s prompting.

    The video was brief, barely ten seconds long, which is why Remington hadn''t realized it had been filmed.

    As for the photos Cedric mentioned, Remington opened them and felt his temper re.

    They were all strategically taken, showing him and Ste in seemingly intimate situations, either by clever angles or by cropping out others.

    At first nce, one might easily jump to conclusions about their rtionship.

    "Mr. Dashiell, these videos and photos are making the rounds in severalpany chat groups in Zion City, and people are talking..."

    Cedric stood by, exining the situation, as Remington''s expression grew colder by the second.

    Remington tossed the tablet back onto the table with frustration, and looked up at Cedric.

    "What are they saying? Out with it!"

    "People are saying you and Ms.

    West have been childhood sweethearts, that she lost her fingers saving you from kidnappers. Now that she''s back they think you two are together, and some even specte that Mr. Ron might be..."

    "Might be what?"

    Remington''s eyes glinted like shards of ice.

    Cedric swallowed hard, "They believe Mr. Ron is your and Ms. West''s child."

    Remington let out a dryugh.

    No wonder Winters was getting reckless for Ste''s sake after seeing such nonsense.

    He had no idea he and Ste supposedly even had a child together. It was utterly ridiculous.

    "Mr. Dashiell, these days, spreading rumors is easy. They say it takes only a mouth to start a rumor, but running to clear it up can wear you

    out. You shouldn''t let people who don''t even know you get under your skin."

    BUMS

    Cedric tried to console him, and Remington exhaled slowly.

    "What else are they discussing?"

    He figured if the videos and photos were leading narratives like this, someone must

    be orchestrating the rumors and crafting stories.

    "Oh, there''s more, even your absence at your wedding with Mrs. Dashiell got dragged into it.

    They say Mrs. Dashiell threatened to harm herself to force your hand, and that you were pressured by family to go through with the wedding against your will.

    But, supposedly, because your true love was Ste, you never showed up for the wedding, which made Mrs. Dashiell hate Ste so much that she tried to run her over with a car.

    Unfortunately for her, you showed up just in time to save Ste, risking your life, which led Mrs. Dashiell to divorce you and disappear from Zion City."

    Remington''s forehead pulsed with anger at the ridiculous tales.

    If Lizetta heard this, how hurt and furious would she be?

    It wasn''t hard to guess who was pulling the strings behind this mess.

    Remington''s gaze hardened; the Wests were truly something else.

    They must have realized he wouldn''t give them what they wanted, so they turned to public opinion to try and corner him.

    As if swaying the narrative in the West family''s favor would make himply without question? Preposterous!

    "Mr. Dashiell, II, while these rumors are oundish, the problem is that some of it is based on true events, which makes it harder to clear up. People have preconceived notions, and even if you exin, they might not believe you."  s?novels

    For instance, Remington had indeed missed his wedding, and he had indeed gone

    to pick up Ste that day.

    And Lizetta really had driven into Ste, causing quite a scene.

    Even if they tried to keep it under wraps, secrets have a way of slipping through the

    cracks. Walls can only hold so much before whispers start leaking out.

    Cedric was worried sick. If this situation wasn''t handled properly, it could spell disaster for the boss''s romantic pursuit. He feared the CEO''s path to winning back his love might hit a dead end.

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    When Lizetta came downstairs, she was surprised to see Jerome still there.

    She raised an eyebrow. "You''re heading outte today, aren''t you?"

    Jerome nced up from his phone. "There was a stormst night¡ªwind, rain, fallen branches everywhere. The roads are a mess. I''ll drive you."

    Lizetta had asked Jerome to arrange a nondescript Audi A4 for hermute to Madden Media, but she rarely drove and wasn''t exactly confident behind the wheel.

    Clearly, Jerome didn''t trust her driving skills. Sheughed and nodded, letting him take the keys.

    They headed out together. The drive from Maple Cottage to Madden Media usually took under twenty minutes, but today, thanks to all the debris, it took nearly ten minutes longer.

    When they finally reached the street outside Madden Media, Lizetta turned to him. "You can drop me off here. I''ll walk the rest of the way."

    Jerome looked at her, understanding immediately¡ªshe didn''t want anyone at work connecting her with him. He nodded, pulling over to the curb.

    She waved him off, stepped out, and hurried toward the office building.

    She wasn''t expecting trouble so early in the day, but as soon as she stepped into the lobby, she nearly walked straight into the one person she least wanted to see.

    Andrea Porter, decked out in minimalist chic¡ªexcept for a six-figure watch shing on her wrist and a rare designer bag dangling from her arm, both screaming old money and privilege. It was as if she wanted the words ¡°rich girl¡± stamped on her forehead.

    Lizetta barely spared her a nce and veered toward the elevator, not interested in a confrontation.

    But Andrea wasn''t about to let her off so easily. In a few brisk strides, she caught up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. ¡°Well, Liz, you''ve certainly got a way about you. Clinging to Mr. Dashiell with one hand and stringing Jerome along with the other. You really are a natural ating between people, aren''t you?"

    Andrea''s anger simmered. She''d seen Jerome drop Lizetta off that morning, lingering in the car until Lizetta stepped safely inside. Once, Jerome had been just as attentive to her. But after Lizetta showed up, everything changed.

    Back when she was Ms. Madden, Jerome only saw her as a sister, refusing to even consider tying himself to the Madden family. Now, with Lizetta, he seemed content to y the silent protector.

    The contrast was humiliating. Andrea felt like the punchline to a cruel joke, and she couldn''t stand it-she wanted to tear Lizetta apart.

    Lizetta understood immediately; Andrea must''ve seen her getting out of Jerome''s

    car.

    She met Andrea''s re. "Exactly whose rtionship am I interfering with? If you''re not thinking straight, maybe you should get some help.¡±

    Andrea scoffed. "Everyone in Zion City knows about Ms. West and Mr. Dashiell their perfect childhood romance, saving each other front their demons. But sure, you''re not in the way at all. And as for Jerome and me, if you hadn''t barged in, we''d have ended up together eventually."

    Andrea''s eyes zed with resentment, but Lizetta found her logic baffling.

    Coldly, she stared Andrea down. "I''m not your mother. I''m not here to step aside or hand you everything you want i''m just taking back what''s mine, nothing more."

    There was a time when Evelina Hawthorne returned to her family and Kevin and

    ra turned their backs on her. Lizetta had suffered for it.

    She''d walked through her own storms, but she''d never wanted to take away someone else''s shelter.

    If Andrea had been kind or harmless, Lizetta might have been willing to let her stay with the Maddens. She didn''t me Thaddeus for his parents'' actions, after all.

    But Andrea was trouble-scheming, maniptive, always stirring up drama.

    Letting her stay wasn''t a question of whether Lizetta could tolerate her, but whether Andrea could tolerate Lizetta.

    Even so, the Maddens had only sent Andrea abroad for school; they''d never truly made things difficult for her.

    Now, though, Andrea seemed determined to make Lizetta''s life hell, acting like Lizetta owed her the world.

    Lizetta''s expression grew frosty. She lifted her phone and snapped a picture of Andrea.

    "What are you doing!?¡± Andrea''s instincts screamed at her¡ªshe lunged for Lizetta''s phone.

    Lizetta sidestepped easily, fixing Andrea with a cool gaze. "Should I post your photo online? Let everyone see what the fake heiress who took my ce really looks like, and just how bitter she can be. Maybe then people can decide for themselves who really owes whom."

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    The moment Andrea thought about what could happen, her face went pale.

    "Delete it!" she snapped.

    She knew full well her expression just now hadn''t been friendly at all. Thest thing she wanted was for Lizetta to upload that video.

    Andrea reached up, trying to snatch the phone away, but Lizetta mped down hard on her wrist and spoke coldly.

    "Andrea, you only get to parade around in front of me because you''re a Porter now otherwise, I wouldn''t tolerate you for a second. But don''t keeping after me, or

    I won''t mind spending a little pocket change to make sure you''re trending for all the wrong reasons, understand?"

    Lizetta tossed Andrea''s hand aside. Andrea''s eyes immediately shimmered with unshed tears.

    Ignoring her, Lizetta stepped into the elevator. Andrea bit her lip but still followed after her.

    As the doors slowly slid shut, Andrea''s demeanor shifted instantly into a wounded, innocent act.

    "Liz, you''ve got it all wrong. I only said all that because I care about you. You''re Ms. Madden now if you wanted a man, you could have anyone. So why go back to someone who already left you?¡±

    Lizetta didn''t answer, treating Andrea''s presence like thin air.

    Andrea kept pushing. "Seriously, Grandpa''s already furious that you let the Dashiell family walk all over you. Now you''re tangled up with Remington again¡ªif Grandpa finds out, what if he gets so upset he falls ill? Grandma and Grandpa love me like their own, so I''m just looking out for you, for their sake."

    "Take care of yourself first," Lizetta said with a scoff. As if Andrea ever had anyone''s best interest at heart but her own.

    If she truly cared about Nelson and Grandma Bernice, she wouldn''t act the way she did. She was as selfish as ever.

    The truth was, Andrea was still bitter that Grandpa and Grandma had cast her out of the Madden family, ignoring all those years they''d raised her.

    The elevator was almost at their floor. Andrea bristled with anger, seeing how little Lizetta cared about her presence.

    Suddenly, she grabbed Lizetta''s arm. ¡°You really don''t know a good thing when you see it. Fine-let me show you what people are saying about you for running back to your ex."

    Andrea pulled out her phone, opened a WhatsApp group, and shoved it toward Lizetta.

    "Here, see for yourself."

    Ever since Andrea had joined the

    specting she was Ms. Madden.

    Shed spent big, treating

    several

    departments to coffee and pastries, buying her way into a few group chats.

    At first, she''d looked down on these low-level employee chats, but she was surprised to find so many messages gossiping about Lizetta. She''d gotten quite the thrill out of reading them so much so that she''d barely sleptst night, too excited.

    That''s why, running into Lizetta this morning, she just couldn''t resist rubbing salt in the wound.

    Pathetic, she thought to herself. Absolutely disgraceful¡ªdragging the Madden family name through the mud.

    She couldn''t imagine what Grandpa or Jerome were thinking, tossing her aside for someone like Lizetta, who clearly let her heart rule her head.

    Blind, the lot of them.

    Lizetta''s eyes flickered to the WhatsApp messages, drawn in despite herself.

    [Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife was so maniptive! I heard he was always faithful, waiting for Ms. West. That ex actually drugged him and trapped him into marriage.]

    [Oh my god, how can someone be so shameless? So vicious?]

    [Exactly! Otherwise, why would Mr. Dashiell¡ªwho loved Ms. West so much and never stopped looking for her-ever marry someone else?]

    [No wonder she tried to run Ms. West down with her car. She must have been jealous that Ms. West had all of Mr. Dashiell''s love. Thank goodness he divorced her and kicked her out.]

    [That ex totally deserves it.

    Compared to Ms. West, she''s just

    the viin in a drama-everyone can see who the real heroine is. Mr Dashiell Would have to be blind to pick the wrong woman.]

    [Lol, the viins in those stories never end well. Fingers crossed this ex-wife gets hit

    by a car next time she goes out, and neveres back to ruin RemSte''s happiness.]

    Lizetta only scrolled through a handful of messages before her grip on the phone tightened, knuckles turning white.

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    Andrea nced at Lizetta''s pale face, feeling a surge of satisfaction that she barely tried to hide.

    Feigning concern, she leaned over and asked, ¡°Liz, are you alright? Really, I''m just looking out for you. Everyone knows Mr. Dashiell and Ms. West are meant to be. Why insist on getting involved and making things messy for yourself?"

    Lizetta handed Andrea''s phone back. "Wipe that smug look off your face. Who knows, maybe I''d actually believe your nonsense if you tried harder.¡±

    Andrea took the phone, putting on an air of wounded innocence. ¡°Liz, you''ve got me all wrong. I really am just trying to help. Speaking of which, the Porter family has a couple of handsome cousins with great reputations. Want me to introduce you?"

    She was talking about Eartha Porter Madden''s sons-men whose names Lizetta knew all too well. One was constantly making the gossip pages, while the other had a well-earned reputation for violence and was a regr at the police station. Only the Porter family''s wealth and connections kept them out of real trouble.

    Lizetta shot Andrea a sideways look. "Why don''t you save those cousins for yourself? With your... uniquely charming personality, I''d worry the Porter family might kick you out before long. Better marry in while you still can. Good luck."

    She punctuated the jab with a patronizing pat on Andrea''s shoulder. Right then, the elevator doors slid open. Lizetta strode out without looking back, leaving Andrea fuming, gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. She stamped her foot in frustration, and when the elevator wobbled slightly, her face went ashen-she hurried out after Lizetta.

    They''d barely stepped into the office when they overheard the front desk staff, Snow and Lilian, chatting animatedly about thetest gossip.

    "That ex-wife is such a mystery. She''s done all these terrible things, but no one''s ever managed to dig up her identity!"

    "No surprise there," Lilian replied. "Mr. Dashiell never liked her. He probably couldn''t stand her, which is why he kept the marriage secret. With the Dashiell family''s influence in Zion City, covering something like this up would be child''s y. I bet they just wanted to avoid embarrassment."

    Snow sped her hands beneath

    her chin, dreamy-eyed. "Oh, but what if the real reason is that Mr. Dashiell doesn''t want anyone else

    associated with the title Mne

    Dashiell Maybe he wants everyone to think of Ms. West whenever they hear it-that would be so romantic!"

    "Exactly!¡± Lilian gushed. "That has to be it. It''s just so sweet. Honestly, that ex-Mrs. Dashiell is a total joke."

    As the two gossiped away, Lizetta didn''t break stride, walking past as if she were just another passerby not the very woman they were talking about.

    Andrea hurried after her, hoping to catch Lizetta''s reaction to the cruel

    chatter. But Lizetta remained

    irritated Andrea further.

    She raised her voice, trying to sound authoritative. "What do you two know? You can''t trust every rumor you hear!"

    Then she turned to Lizetta, trying to rope her in. "Right, Liz? Gossip is the least reliable thing in the world."

    Snow and Lilian, not to be outdone, whipped out their phones as proof. "These aren''t just rumors we''ve got photos and everything."

    They pulled up a few saved pictures and showed them to Andrea, who nearly shoved the phone in Lizetta''s face.

    "Look, Liz-see how in love they look? Who would''ve thought Mr. Dashiell could be like this?"

    Andrea leaned in, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. ¡°Honestly, I feel bad for you. Why put yourself through this?"

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    Andrea leaned in so close that Lizetta felt as if a venomous snake had coiled itself around her. Instinctively, she pushed Andrea back.

    "Stay away from me!"

    "Ah!"

    Lizetta hadn''t used much force, but Andrea let out a startled cry, stumbling

    backward two steps.

    "Careful, Andrea!"

    Lilian and Snow rushed forward, visibly anxious. One caught Andrea''s arm, while the other immediately reached out to shove Lizetta.

    "How could you push her? Andrea''s always so kind to you, and this is how you treat her?"

    It was Lilian.

    She''d been seething ever since Lizetta hadnded the Starlight Group''s annual project¡ªand then restructured the entire team, kicking Lilian out without a second thought. Over the past couple of days, Lilian had done her research and grown more certain that Andrea was secretly Ms. Madden herself. After all, someone had seen Andrea being dropped off and picked up by Chairman Porter''s car.

    Now, with an opportunity to both teach Lizetta a lesson and curry favor with Ms. Madden, Lilian didn''t hesitate¡ªshe jumped right in.

    Lizetta hadn''t expected Lilian to actuallyy hands on her, and with such force. The shove sent her staggering back, and she mmed her lower back hard against the corner of a nearby desk.

    A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her, draining all the color from her face. She clutched her back, gritting her teeth, but said nothing.

    Lilian, misreading her silence as weakness, pressed forward, voice rising.

    "Stop pretending! Andrea''s hurt her ankle because of you. You should be apologizing-"

    As Lilian reached out to grab her, Lizetta suddenly seized Lilian''s arm, twisted aside, and flung her forward with surprising strength.

    Unable to stop herself, Lilian lurched straight ahead and crashed her stomach into the very same desk corner Lizetta had just hit.

    The pain doubled Lilian over, and she dropped to her knees, clutching her abdomen, her body trembling.

    Lizetta let go, her gaze icy as she swept it over the stunned onlookers who''d gathered.

    "I think everyone saw that for themselves-she lost her bnce. And if remember correctly, thepany has a strict policy against group gossip during work hours, doesn''t it?

    Madden Media had its fair share of celebrities and even more rumors. That''s why office gossip was strictly forbidden during work hours. Lizetta had already overheard Lihan and Snow chatting about people more than once; it was obvious their minds were rarely on their actual work.

    With all themotion, people from several nearby departments had gathered to watch. Snow and Lilian, now both embarrassed and furious, tried to save face.

    "Who do you think you are, Lizetta? You''re just the new hire-who gave you the right to talk down to your seniors?"

    "Exactly! We''re just talking, sharing

    opinions. Everyone''s been

    discussing thistely. You''re not Mr.

    Dashiell''s ex-wife, so why are you se worked up?"

    Andrea, leaning on Snow for support, nced at the crowd circling them. Suddenly,

    her eyes lit up. With a worried expression, she hurried to help Lilian up.

    ¡°That''s enough, Snow, Lilian, don''t say any more. Who says Liz isn''t Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife? She actually¡ªoh!"

    She stopped, pping a hand theatrically over her mouth, as if she''d said too much by ident.

    But her voice had carried, and her melodramatic disy only made things more obvious.

    A stunned silence fell as every eye turned to Lizetta, shock and confusion written on every face.

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    "What did Andrea mean just now? Are they saying Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife is actually Lizetta?"

    "Have you heard about how Ms. West lost her finger? Word is, that ex-wife isn''t exactly a saint. Could it really be Lizetta? I never would''ve guessed."

    "Didn''t Lizetta justnd the Dashiell Group''s tenth anniversary g project a couple days ago? That makes it even more likely."

    "A mere intern scoring such a big project? There''s definitely more to her than meets the eye. Honestly, her scheming lines up perfectly with what I''ve heard about Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife."

    "I heard she seduced Mr. Dashiell through underhanded means, then lied about being pregnant to force her way into the Dashiell family. Just goes to show-pretty faces often hide venomous hearts."

    The low hum of gossip filled the room, making it impossible for Lizetta not to hear every poisonous word.

    Andrea, meanwhile, could barely contain her glee. She thrived on hearing Lizetta dragged through the mud, relishing every contemptuous whisper.

    Serves Lizetta right, she thought with satisfaction. She brought this on herself, chasing after an old me and stooping so low. Now let''s see how she recovers from this disgrace.

    Struggling to hide her excitement, Andrea pressed her lips into a thin line and turned to wave her hands dismissively at the group.

    ¡°Come on, what are you all specting about? I never said Lizetta was Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife. You must''ve misheard me."

    Her urgent attempt to defend Lizetta only made her look more suspicious, as if she were desperately trying to cover up a slip.

    "But we all heard it, Andrea. You basically said Lizetta is Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife, didn''t you?"

    Andrea Madden shook her head emphatically. "No, no, really, you all misunderstood. That''s impossible."

    "But we all heard the same thing. There''s no way every one of us misheard you."

    Face flushing with embarrassment and panic, Andrea turned to grab Lizetta''s arm. "Honestly, you''re all mistaken. Lizett?isn''t Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife-she doesn''t even know him. Liz, tell everyone the truth. We''re all coffeagues here, of course they''ll believe you."

    She pressed on, waiting for Lizetta to deny any connection.

    If Lizetta admitted the rumors, her reputation would be utterly ruined; she''d be torn apart by even harsher gossip.

    But if she denied it, who in this office would believe her? Andrea could just wait until tomorrow and release those old photos of Lizetta and Remington together.

    Then Lizetta wouldn''t just be ridiculed-she''d be branded a liar and lose all her credibility.

    "Yeah, Lizetta, tell us yourself-what''s your rtionship with Mr. Dashiell?" someone else prompted, all eyes locking onto her, especially Lilian.

    Lilian remembered going to the

    Starlight Group with Lizetta that day, and now that she thought back to it, she recalled seeing Lizetta run into a strikingly handsome man in the elevator He''d looked oddly familiar at the time Now She realized it must have been Remington, the CEO of Starlight Group.

    Under the scrutiny of the entire room, Lizetta calmly pulled her arm free from Andrea''s grip.

    She shot Andrea a cold, level look, making it clear Andrea hadn''t taken her earlier warning seriously at all.

    A chill ran down Andrea''s spine at

    the icy nce, but then she reminded herself that she''d already severed ties with the Maddens. She was a Porter now what could. Lizetta possibly do to her?

    At worst, Lizetta could run crying to Nelson and Jerome, but she''d already been kicked out. What could they really do?

    Besides, her parents still doted on her, still protected her, so there was nothing to

    fear.

    With that reassurance, Andrea''s confidence swelled. Why should she be afraid of Lizetta?

    Just then, Lizetta, standing quietly at her side, let out a soft, amusedugh.

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    Andrea''s gaze snapped to Lizetta, expecting panic or at least a flicker of fear. But Lizetta''s face was calm, utterly unruffled there was no trace of anxiety, no hint of distress.

    In fact, she lookedpletely at ease, her posture rxed, almost regal.

    "Well, I didn''t realize everyone was quite so invested in my personal life¡ªand who I am," she said, lips curling into a wry smile as her voice rang out, clear and steady.

    "That''s right. I am Remington''s ex-wife."

    Her tone was bright and unmistakable, not the slightest bit vague or defensive.

    Just like that, she admitted it¡ªinly, boldly, her words echoing in the sudden hush.

    All around, people sucked in their breath. The stares that fell on Lizetta were a strange mix of curiosity, shock, and mild fascination, as if she''d just revealed she was some rare creature on disy.

    "You''re admitting it? You actually... admit it?" Andrea blurted out, unable to hide her disbelief.

    This wasn''t at all what she''d expected. How could Lizetta just confess so openly? Lizetta shot Andrea a cool, almost amused nce, a softugh escaping her lips.

    "Why wouldn''t I admit it? It''s not as if I''vemitted some crime. I haven''t killed anyone, set anything on fire, or freeloaded off someone else''s charity while refusing to pull my own weight. I''m not some moral degenerate. So tell me what''s there to hide?"

    She looked genuinely puzzled, as if she couldn''t fathom why this was even a question, and let her gaze linger on Andrea.

    Andrea''s face tightened, her hands clenching at her sides.

    Lizetta turned her attention to the rest of the office.

    "All I did was get divorced once. Is that such a shameful secret? As for those stories about me scheming my way into someone else''s rtionship or using underhanded tricks to climb the social

    Her eyes were clear and steady as she smiled.

    "You''re all professionals here-Madden Group only hires the best, after all. I trust everyone''s judgment. I''m sure you know how to separate facts from idle gossip.¡±

    With that, Lizetta offered a polite nod and made her way back to her desk.

    It was still working hours, after all, and soon the crowd dispersed, murmuring as they went. Andrea lingered, her expression sour. How could Lizetta be soposed, so immune to all the whispers? It left Andrea feeling small, ridiculous¡ª like the fool at the center of a circus.

    As soon as Lizetta sat down, two colleagues from her project team, Mia and Logan, hurried over.

    "Lizetta, you know Lilian Snow and her friends no one gossips more than they do. The wholepany knows they twist every story. Don''t let it get to you. We know you''re not that kind of person," Mia said earnestly, shing a nervous smile and nodding hard, as if her sincerity might not be believed.

    Logan followed, not saying much, but gestured at Lizetta''s water bottle. "I''m going to

    fill this up. Want me to grab you a coffee while I''m at it?"

    Lizetta smiled, epting the offer and handing him her mug. "Thanks, Logan."

    As Logan headed off, Lizetta reached out and gave Mia''s cheek a gentle pinch. "I''m fine, really. None of this bothers me. Don''t worry."

    Seeing how genuinely unbothered Lizetta seemed, Mia gave her a big thumbs up. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in, eyes gleaming.

    ¡°So, Liz, just between us¡ªwas it you who dumped Mr. Dashiell?¡±

    Lizetta couldn''t help butugh at Mia''s eager expression. "Why would you think

    that? Most people are saying I was the one kicked out, the homewrecker who ended up tossed aside for a socialite."

    Mia rolled her eyes. "Oh, please.

    What is this, the Dark Ages? Only the

    jealous and petty call someone a

    homewrecker. Liz, you''re gorgeous,

    and MD Dashiell doesn''t strike me as

    Why would he ditch a stunning ke you for

    as Ms. West and her stic

    as fake

    Instagram face?"

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    Lizetta pressed her lips together in a small, sly smile.

    "Well, well-didn''t expect a girl like you to have such strong opinions. I like that," she said, winking at Mia. The simple gesture seemed to light up the whole room.

    Mia had always been a sucker for a beautiful face, and Lizetta''s looks were in a league of their own. She could easily spend the whole day just sneaking nces at Lizetta-and never get bored. Honestly, how could any man look at a woman like her and still find reasons to be upset? He''d have to be blind.

    What kind of fool would walk away from someone that stunning, only to chase after a woman with a limp? That Mr. Dashiell was supposed to be some big-shot investor ¡ªthere''s no way he''d do something so idiotic.

    "Liz, seriously, did you dump Mr. Dashiell?¡± Mia asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

    When Lizetta didn''t immediately deny it, Mia felt even more convinced that her hunch was right.

    Lizetta tapped Mia''s forehead, a mock scold in her voice. "No, stop it. Don''t let your imagination run wild. Our rtionship just fell apart, that''s all. No one dumped anyone. And for the record, Ste''s never had any work done. Now, did you finish the list of brand ambassadors for Starlight Group''s mainbels over the past ten years like I asked?"

    Only then did Mia manage to put a leash on her burning curiosity. She turned to her desk, found the neatlypiled file, and handed it over to Lizetta. But she couldn''t help adding, "That Ms. West definitely had surgery. She''s not all-natural, not even close. She can''t hold a candle to you, Liz."

    Lizetta just looked at her, half amused, half dismissive. She figured Mia was just being friendly, maybe trying to cheer her up. "No, she really hasn''t had anything done. Besides, there''s no need topare myself to her.¡±

    "You''re right, you shouldn''t. Just be yourself. But I''m telling you, she''s had something done. It''s subtle, almost undetectable, but my mom''s astic surgeon-I''ve seen before-and-afters my whole life. I can''t tell exactly what she changed, but she''s definitely gone under the knife," Mia insisted, her eyes wide with certainty. "Trust me."

    People said Lizetta was too

    beautiful, almost unreal. On her first day at thepany, Snow and the others had whispered that she must have had surgery, but Mia could spot the difference right away. Lizetta''s beauty was effortless, the kind you couldn''t fakeshes thick and curled without a hint of extensions, features so harmonious that it made envy pointless.

    Ms. West, on the other hand, was pretty enough, but there was something artificial about her face¡ªsomething off in the way her features flowed together. Mia wished the videos circting online had better lighting and less shaky camera work; maybe then she could spot exactly what had been altered.

    Lost in these thoughts, Mia made her way back to her workstation, not noticing the troubled look that flickered over Lizetta''s face.

    Lizetta frowned slightly. She hadn''t known Mia long, but the girl was sharp and not the type to talk nonsense. If Mia suspected Ste had had work done, maybe there was something to it after all.

    But as far as Lizetta knew, Ste had been stuck in a tiny, remote vige for years¡ª it would''ve been impossible for her to get cosmetic surgery out there. Could she have done something aftering back?

    Lizetta thought back. When Ste had first returned, she''d been thin, pale, and frail, clearly in rough shape. Now she looked vibrant, took care with her makeup, and carried herself differently. Comparing then and now, Lizetta honestly couldn''t tell if Ste had just blossomed after

    secretly had some work done to enhance her looks.

    Just then, Laura appeared, calling Lizetta into the office for a project update.

    Lizetta had to shelve her suspicions for now, getting up and heading for the manager''s office.

    Today, though, Laura wasn''t in abative mood. She listened intently to Lizetta''s ideas and preparations for thepany''s annual g. Only after going over everything did Laura''s confident fa?ade slip, a hint of nervousness showing on her face.

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    "Miss Remington, I had no idea about your rtionship with Mr. Dashiell when I handed you this project. If I''d known, I certainly wouldn''t have put you in this position. Now everyone''s talking, saying such awful things... I''m sorry you''ve had to put up with all this," Laura said, her tone dripping with sympathy.

    Lizetta lifted her gaze, meeting Laura''s eyes. She doubted Laura''s sudden disy of kindness, especially this effort to soothe her.

    "President Laura, if you have something to say, please just say it."

    ¡°Well, it''s just... I imagine there''s been no shortage of chatter in the office about you and Mr. Dashielltely. Maybe it''s best if someone else takes over the annual g project. I was thinking you could take a few days off a little break to clear your head. That way you wouldn''t have to listen to all these rumors. It must be exhausting."

    So that was what all this preamble had been for. Laura wanted her out of the way.

    ¡°Oh? Then tell me, Mrs. Laura¡ªwho do you think should be in charge of the Starlight Group''s annual g project?"

    Laura studied Lizetta''s face, searching for any sign of irritation or anger, but Lizetta''s expression was unreadable.

    Laura hesitated. Girls Lizetta''s age were usually still in college. Surely she was struggling with all the nder and gossip-most young women wouldn''t be able to stand it. Lizetta must be secretly miserable, desperate to escape, wishing she could just quit.

    Laura smiled, keeping her tone light. "If I give it to someone else, I doubt you''d feelfortable. Maybe it''s best if it goes to someone you know-keep it in the family, so to speak."

    Lizetta let out a dryugh, already guessing where this was going. Still, she asked, "And who might you mean, Mrs. Laura?¡±

    "Liz, of course she means me."

    At that moment, the office door swung open again.

    Andrea stood in the doorway, grinning as she strolled inside.

    "Liz, just take some time off. Go rx, or sort out this whole mess. I''ll make sure everything with the project is handled perfectly."

    Andrea was quick on the uptake¡ªshe''d volunteered herself before Lizetta could even respond.

    Lizetta had never seen anyone try to snatch a project so shamelessly, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

    She smiled faintly. "If I''m not mistaken, aren''t you in the finance department?¡±

    Andrea nodded. "I am, but finance

    has been pretty quiettely. My godmother thought it''d be good for me to rotate through a few

    departments and pick up some line

    experience. Mrs. Laura''s just

    borrowing me for a while. There''s no reason Lean''t take over the g project."

    Andrea was brimming with self-satisfaction. She''d been plotting sincest night. This was the perfect chance to expose Lizetta Remington as Dashiell''s ex wife, let the rumors swallow her whole, and seize the project for herself. If things went well, maybe she could even force Lizetta out of thepany altogether.

    "I see..."

    Lizetta nodded, still smiling.

    Laura and Andrea exchanged a quick, triumphant nce, convinced Lizetta was about to agree.

    But in the next moment, Lizetta stood up abruptly. Without warning, she raised her hand and pped Andrea hard across the face.

    Andrea was stunned, frozen in ce.

    Laura stared, wide-eyed in shock. She''d always thought Lizetta was mild, almost meek-who knew she could be so direct?

    Snapping out of it, Laura mmed her hand on the desk and rose to her feet. ¡°Lizetta! This is a workce¡ªwhat do you think you''re doing?!"

    Her words had barely left her mouth

    when the office door was flung open still fuming, red

    yet again. Laur

    at the neer. "What is it!?

    Haven''t you ever heard of knocking?"

    Snow stood at the threshold, looking pale and anxious, as if she''d already been

    through a shock. Laura''s outburst made her stammer even more.

    "Mrs. Laura... um, it''s just... someone''s here!"

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    "Who was it? Can''t even get your words straight-what''s the point of keeping you at the front desk?"

    Suddenly, Lizetta lost her temper and pped Andrea across the face.

    Laura was already simmering with frustration, worried about how she''d exin everything to Eartha. Now Snow barged in, babbling incoherently, and Laura''s anger shifted squarely to her.

    Startled, Snow shrank back. Meanwhile, Andrea, stunned by the p, finally snapped out of her daze.

    She red at Lizetta, her shock giving way to fury. "You hit me! We''re at work, and you darey hands on me? Lizetta, that project was assigned to me because thepany¡ªand Mrs. Laura, in particr-wanted to take the pressure off you. This was a management decision. Taking your anger out on me ispletely out of line!" Gone was the innocent, harmless act-Andrea''s eyes zed.

    Lizetta snorted. "I hit you because you''re conniving. Spare me the self-righteous speeches. You and I both know what''s really going on here."

    She turned to Laura. ¡°Mrs. Laura, is taking this project from me your idea, or is it something Chairman Porter wants? If it''s the Chairman, then she should tell me herself."

    No one was going to steal her work so easily.

    With that, Lizetta started toward the door.

    But Andrea lunged, grabbing her arm, her expression icy.

    "Don''t drag my mother into this. This is just a department decision. I wasn''t trying to start a fight, and if you disagreed, I wouldn''t have pushed. But Lizetta, since you pped me, I''m not going to let this go. This project? You''re handing it over-today, whether you like it or not. I''m taking it, and there''s nothing you can do.¡±

    Andrea lifted her chin, voice sharp with threat.

    Before Lizetta could answer, Andrea''s expression twisted, and she suddenly swung her hand in an attempt to p Lizetta back.

    Startled, Lizetta instinctively raised her arm to block and turned her head aside.

    But Andrea''s hand nevernded.

    Instead

    sharp cry rang out. Andrea

    stumbled, clutching her Wands

    released her grip on Lizetta. >

    Puzzled, Lizetta turned and saw a familiar, chiseled face: Remington.

    She gasped, "What are you doing here?"

    "Are you alright?" Remington''s deep voice ovepped with hers.

    Lizetta shook her head. She was fine-unlike Andrea, who was clearly not.

    off her

    Remington must have pulled Andrea little too forcefully, and with Andrea tottering in her narrow high heels, it didn''t end well content >

    Andrea crashed to the floor, looking utterly humiliated.

    Outside the office, a few employees peeked in, eyes wide.

    Laura''s face went pale. She hurried over, shooed the onlookers away, shut the door, and even yanked down the blinds.

    Then she rushed to help Andrea to her feet, shooting a wary look at the unexpected visitor.

    "Mr. Dashiell? What brings you here?" Laura recognized Remington instantly. Remington looked Lizetta over, head to toe, only rxing when he confirmed she was unharmed. Then he turned his icy gaze on Laura.

    His presence filled the roommanding without a word, cold authority radiating from every inch.

    Here in Zion City, no one dared challenge Remington Dashiell''s authority. Laura''s eyes darted away, her face losing color.

    She''d always assumed that,

    whatever the gossip, Remington and

    Lizetta were over. Why else would a

    marriage end, unless there was nothing left between them? But seeing them now, she wasn''t so sure.

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    Remington''s eyes flicked to Laura, noticing the sweat beading on her forehead and the way her gaze darted nervously. He spoke, his tone cool and detached.

    "And you are?"

    Laura hurried to introduce herself, offering her hand. ¡°I''m Laura, head of the project management division at Madden Media. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dashiell."

    He didn''t so much as nce at her outstretched hand. His eyelids lifted fractionally, ¡°So, Mrs. Laura, what was this project you mentioned? Who''s supposedly stealing what?"

    His gaze lingered on both Laura and Andrea, a glint of knowing in his eyes.

    Even though Remington had only caught the tail end of Andrea''s words to Lizetta, it was enough for him to piece together the situation. Lizetta was the newest hire, barely a few days in, and the only project she could possibly be handling was the Starlight Group ount.

    He''d rushed over the moment he heard from Cedric that wild rumors were spreading throughpany chat groups all over Zion City-gossip messy enough to damage reputations. His first concern was whether the same poison had leaked into Madden Media. That''s why he''d shown up so quickly.

    What he hadn''t expected was to walk in on Andrea trying to snatch the project right out from under Lizetta''s nose.

    ¡°Ah, Mr. Dashiell, I think you''ve misunderstood," Laura said, withdrawing her hand awkwardly. ¡°There''s no such thing as ¡®stealing'' a project here.¡±

    Andrea''s expression soured. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling just enough. "Remington, Mrs. Laura only meant to spare Liz from overwork¡ªthat''s why she asked me to take on the project for a couple of days, so Liz could get some rest. Liz misread our intentions. She just came in and hit me, and I¡ªwell, I only said a few things in the heat of the moment, like any sisters might."

    Lizetta arched a brow, her lips curling in thinly veiled disgust at Andrea''s syrupy act.

    She''d barely moved when Remington reached for her hand, concern threaded through his voice. "Liz, did you hit her?"

    Andrea''s expression shifted-was that hope lighting her eyes?

    She wanted nothing more than to drive a wedge between Lizetta and Remington. If the Dashiell family, already so powerful in Zion City. formed an alliance with the Maddens, Lizetta would be not just the Madden heiress and first in line for the family business, but also the Dashiell matriarch.

    Andrea seethed. Lizetta didn''t deserve even one of those titles-let alone both.

    Remington, meanwhile, turned

    Lizetta''s hand over gently, inspecting her palm. "Did it hurt?" he murmured. "Let me see. It''s all red-you know, if

    you''re going to hit someone with

    skin as thick as hers, you really should use something that''ll do the job."

    He nced around the room, eyesnding on the heavy ss ashtray on the table. "See? There''s an ashtray right there. Honestly, Liz, you''re hopeless."

    Andrea stared at him, incredulous. Was he actually suggesting Lizetta should have hit her with an ashtray?

    Her gaze followed Remington''s,nding on the solid ss object, and suddenly she felt a chill run down her spine.

    Lizetta looked up at Remington and nodded obediently. "Got it. Next time I''ll use the ashtray."

    She cast a nce at Andrea as she spoke.

    Andrea''s fists clenched at her sides, though a flicker of fear sparked in her chest. Was Lizetta really crazy enough to go through with it?

    No, she couldn''t let Lizetta intimidate her. Lizetta had already taken everything from her-Andrea would take it all back whether it was what Lizett? wanted, or what she already had.

    One way or another, Andrea was determined to win the Starlight Group project.

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    Ever since Lizetta returned to the Madden family, her rtionship with her parents had grown distant and lukewarm. She had already stolen away their affection.

    But Andrea was determined not to lose anywhere else. Sooner orter, she would reim everything that was taken from her.

    With that thought, the chill in Andrea''s heart faded. Pressing a hand to her face, she spoke up, "Mr. Dashiell, this is an internal matter among Madden Media employees. Isn''t it a bit much for you to interfere, and even condone Lizetta attacking others?"

    Remington didn''t spare Andrea a single nce, nor did he bother to respond to her foolish usation.

    Instead, he released Lizetta''s hand and addressed her directly. "Ms. Madden, I''m here to discuss the Starlight Group''s annual g with you. Do you have some time now?"

    Lizetta had no interest in dealing with Andrea any longer. She gave Remington a nod. "Of course. Let''s talk in the lounge."

    She raised her hand, but inwardly, she was faintly touched. She knew Remington''s excuse about the annual g was just that¡ªa cover. He must have heard about those videos and rumors being spread online, and hade all this way out of concern for her.

    "All right," Remington replied, his gentle gaze never leaving her, the very picture of someone willing to do whatever she asked, without hesitation.

    The two of them strode off together, treating Laura and Andrea as if they were invisible.

    Andrea, unwilling to give up, took a step forward and nudged Laura ahead with her. "Remington, if you''re here to talk about the Starlight Group''s annual g, you should be discussing it with me. The manager just assigned this project to me. Isn''t that right, Mrs. Laura?"

    She prodded Laura, giving her a meaningful look.

    Remington stopped in his tracks and turned his head sharply toward Andrea. ¡°What did you just call me?" His voice was cold, tinged with confusion.

    Andrea had called him "Remington" once already, but he''d been preupied with Lizetta and let it slide. Now she was at it again.

    "Remington, Andrea smiled

    sweetly, tilting her head in a show of gentleness. She wanted to exin that she''d acknowledged Lizetta''s biological father as her godfather, making her the adopted daughter of Lizetta''s parents. By that logic, calling him "Remington" wasn''t out of line.

    But before she could voice her reasoning, Remington cut her off, his tone icy. "I don''t have a sister like you. Stop making up connections. If I hear you call me that again, I''ll tear your tongue out."

    There was no room for dignity left in his words¡ªespecially thatst threat, which sounded like a joke but Andrea knew he was more than capable of carrying out.

    Her face nched, and she snapped her mouth shut.

    Laura instinctively took two steps back, not daring to say another word.

    But even after they fell silent, Remington didn''t leave.

    Instead, he led Lizetta to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs. ¡°Mrs. Laura, go ahead and call your Chairman Porter."

    Laura started, frowning. "Mr. Dashiell, what''s the meaning of this?"

    Remington''s gaze was steady. "I just want to ask her if she looks down on the

    Starlight Group, or if there''s some other reason she allows her staff to randomly change project leads."

    Lizetta nodded. "I''d like to ask Chairman Porter about that myself. Mrs. Laura, please make the call."

    Laura broke out in a cold sweat.

    Of course she knew what was going on-she and Andrea had no leg to stand on, and now Remington was here, obviously to back Lizetta up if Eartha showed up, things would really blow up. Then Eartha would me her for mishandling the situation and making a mess.

    Immediately, Laura bent at the waist and forced a smile. "It''s not like that, Mr. Dashiell, you misunderstand. We would never dare disrespect the Starlight Group or you. Besides, Lizetta is the Madden family''s eldest daughter-no one would dare take a project away from her. It''s just that there have been some nasty rumors ircting in the office fately, and I'' was worried she''d be upset if she heard them. I thought it would be better for her to take a few days off until things calmed down, that''s all."

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    "Oh? And what sort of rumors are we talking about? If you know it''s all just gossip, shouldn''t you, Mrs. Laura, be more concerned about disciplining the employees who spread it behind people''s backs? Instead, you''re telling the victim to step aside? What''s next¡ªlet everyone think Florence Madden is hiding from work out of guilt?" Remington pressed forward relentlessly, and Laura''s face had drained of all color.

    She waved her hands hurriedly. "No! Of course not, I swear I meant well. Now that Mr. Dashiell is on his way, those ridiculous rumors will fall apart, and naturally, it''s only right for Miss Madden to lead the project."

    She immediately pulled Andrea over and said, "I''m sorry for the misunderstanding. We apologize."

    Andrea kept her head down, jaw clenched, eyes burning with resentment she tried to hide.

    But she knew as long as Remington was here, there was no way she was getting the upper hand today.

    With a sniff, she forced herself to speak up as well.

    "Liz, I wasn''t trying to steal the project from you. If you misunderstood, I apologize. I''m sorry."

    "Don''t bother. With an apology that reluctant, I really can''t ept it. Let''s have Mrs. Maddene over and clear the air face-to-face," Lizetta replied coolly.

    Andrea bit down hard on her lip, then bent at the waist and gave Lizetta a deep bow. "Liz, I''m sorry."

    If Eartha actually did show up, she''d probably just scold Andrea and that would be the end of it-pointless, really.

    Lizetta couldn''t be bothered to drag things out any further. She stood up, looking down at Andrea.

    "Next time, try calling me something else. We''re really not that close."

    The words stung, a raw reminder of how Andrea had shamelessly called Remington "big brother" just moments earlier.

    Andrea felt her cheeks re with humiliation all over again, the sting sharp as a p. She nearly ground her teeth to dust.

    But Lizetta was already walking out of Laura''s office with Remington.

    No sooner had they stepped into the hallway than every pair of eyes¡ªsome

    sneaking peeks, some staring outright-turned their way.

    Before Lizetta could react,

    Remington smiled and said, "Liz, that''s your desk, right? I see you''ve still got all those little cushions and

    desk omaments gave you. t pieket. I out every single one myself.

    Honestly, I was worried you''d realize who sent them and toss them straight in the trash. But you kept

    them-I''m d."

    As he spoke, Remington''s tall frame instinctively leaned toward her, bowing ever so slightly.

    His words weren''t loud, but in the hush that had fallen over the office, everyone nearby heard them crystal clear.

    On Lizetta''s very first day, a box had arrived for her-filled with thoughtful, practical little things to brighten up her workspace.

    There''d even been a bouquet of roses, which Lizetta had handed out to some of the other women in the office.

    Now, hearing Remington say it, everyone realized¡ªhe''d sent those gifts to Lizetta.

    It was obvious: Remington was the

    the

    one making the effort the one.. caring for and pursuing Lizetta, not

    then 3

    way the rumors made it out to be.  ?wnovels

    And Lizetta? She''d given away the roses he sent her without a backward nce¡ª

    almost as if she refused to look back at all.

    Besides, right after Lizetta had been insulted and belittled, Remington had shown up at Madden Media-an unmistakable gesture to clear her name through his actions.

    He was so protective, so attentive¡ªjust goes to show, rumors really can be deadly.

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    Lizetta and Remington stepped into a small sitting room, and before she could even close the door, he turned and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

    He held her so firmly that Lizetta, still reaching for the doorknob, was startled and nearly lost her bnce. She hurried to shut the door behind them, her heart pounding.

    "Let go someone might see us!" she hissed.

    "So what if they do? It''s not a crime to hug my future wife," Remington murmured against her shoulder, his voice low and teasing.

    Just outside the ss wall, people bustled back and forth. Lizetta could clearly see little Mia craning her neck, eyes wide, trying to get a better look inside.

    Flustered, Lizetta tried to pry Remington''s arms from her waist. "Remington!" she protested.

    He finally released her, straightening up with a reluctant sigh and stepping back to give her space.

    Turning to face him, Lizetta was about to invite him to sit down when she caught the searching, slightly anxious look in his eyes.

    "Are you mad at me?" he asked, his voice careful.

    She pointed to the sofa. "No, I''m not. But you need to behave yourself. This isn''t the time or ce-keep your hands to yourself, or I really will get angry."

    But Remington stayed put, clearly unsatisfied. "That''s not what I meant. I''m talking about those rumors the videos and photos circting online, all that garbage people are saying..."

    He''d nearly smashed everything on his desk out of sheer frustration over what he''d seen, so he couldn''t imagine how Lizetta must have felt.

    "I''ve already asked Cedric to look into it," Remington continued, his tone protective. "It''s spreading way too fast to be an ident. Once we find out who''s behind it, I promise they won''t get away with it."

    He leaned forward, his intense gaze fixed on her. Lizetta blinked in surprise. ¡°Oh, that? No, I''m not angry about it."

    Remington didn''t believe her for a

    second. How could she not be

    upset? He himself was

    furious nearly out of his mind There was no way she wasn''t angry; she was just pretending, trying to keep her distance and shut him out.

    A flicker of panic crossed Remington''s handsome face, hiszplexion paling. "Liz, you are angry I know you are! Yell at me, hit me do whatever you want just don''t ignore me, please?"

    He''d only just started to feel like he was making progress with her, inching a little closer. If he was pushed away again, he wasn''t sure he could handle it.

    Before Lizetta could respond, Remington closed the gap between them and pulled her into another fierce embrace.

    He held her as if only by pressing her close to his heart could he steady himself, as if letting go might send her drifting out of reach forever.

    Caught in his arms, Lizetta blinked, a touch exasperated. ¡°Remington, could you¡ª"

    "No! See? You are mad at me!" he interrupted, tightening his hold as if it could keep her from slipping away.

    Lizetta just wanted to reassure him, to exin that she truly wasn''t upset, but Remington seemed stuck in a loop, convinced she was angry and refusing to let her get a word in.

    Feeling the tension running through him, Lizetta''s expression softened with reluctant affection. She lifted her arms and gently hugged him back.

    She had just opened her mouth to speak when the door suddenly burst open.

    "Lizetta, about the annual meeting-"

    It was Logan, with Mia at his side,

    2 both clutching folders. The moment they saw the scene, Lizetta shoved Remington away, but his arms were still looked around her. Before either of them could react, the dood mmed shut again with a resounding bang.

    From the other side, Logan''s startled voice echoed back into the room. "Oh-sorry!

    Didn''t mean to interrupt. Carry on!"

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    As soon as the door closed, muffled through the wood, came Mia''s barely

    suppressed squeal.

    "Oh my gosh! Did you see that? They were holding each other so tight! Mr. Dashiell is totally smitten!"

    Lizetta just stood there, speechless.

    Remington, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease. He even leaned in,

    chuckling softly in her ear.

    Blushing furiously, Lizetta shoved at his chest. "If you don''t let go right now, I''m really going to be mad!"

    He finally released her, obedient for once, and gently helped smooth out the cor of her now slightly rumpled silk blouse.

    "There. I''ve let go. Please don''t be angry, okay? Don''t be angry about anything."

    Lizetta gave up trying to stay annoyed. ¡°I''m not mad, I''m not mad! Now go sit on the couch-I need to let them in."

    Remington''s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. He strode over and settled into the sofa, long legs crossed, all coolposure, as if he hadn''t just been caught making a scene in her arms.

    What an actor, honestly.

    Muttering to herself, Lizetta hurried to open the door for Logan and Mia, who''d been waiting outside.

    She''d just called them over to brief Remington on the project updates.

    Remington was surprisingly approachable with them, asking about event arrangements and listening attentively. He even offered a few new ideas for streamlining the annual conference.

    Just then, Snow walked in, bncing a tray of fresh coffee. She knelt gracefully, swaying her hips a little too deliberately as she ced a cup in front of Remington.

    "Mr. Dashiell, your coffee," she purred, her voice sugary sweet, making Lizetta''s scalp prickle.

    Lizetta shot her a look. Snow''s tailored pencil skirt looked ready to burst at the seams with all her exaggerated movements.

    Remington, however, didn''t even nce at Snow. Instead, he picked up the coffee cup and to everyone'' surprise, set it directly in front of Lizetta.

    At Snow''s flustered warning "Careful, it''s hot, Mr. Dashiell..."-Remington''s response was gentle but dismissive.

    "It''s hot. Best to let it cool a bit," he said to Lizetta, his tone soft.

    Snow bit her lip, cheeks ame. Mia, watching all of this, could practically read the girl''s mind and rolled her eyes.

    "Snow, why don''t you get Mr. Dashiell a fresh coffee?" Mia prompted, not bothering to hide her impatience.

    Jolted from her daydream, Snow

    scrambled to fetch another

    fussing

    as

    over her posture knelt again, this time even

    But as she reached up to hand him the coffee, Mia, clearly out of

    patience, grabbed a cup herseal

    Theichands collided, and the coffee dand spilled allover Show''s froat

    "Ah!" Snow shrieked, jumping to her feet, mortified.

    Mia frowned, standing up as well. "Sorry, you were taking forever. I didn''t see you there I wasn''t trying to."

    Red-faced, Snow shot Mia a re, set the cup down as best she could, and fled the

    room.

    Mia turned, meeting Lizetta''s resigned gaze, and immediately shrank under her look.

    Remington didn''t linger much longer. After a few more questions, he stood to leave.

    Lizetta escorted him out. The moment the elevator doors closed behind them, the entire office erupted into chaos.

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    "Oh my god, Mr. Dashiell is so handsome! And he''s so gentle with Lizetta-he absolutely dotes on her!"

    "I know, right? I''m so jealous of Lizetta. They look perfect together, it''s like watching a scene straight out of a movie."

    "Who even started that rumor about Lizetta getting ahead by shady means? Mr. Dashiell''s affection for her is written all over his face!"

    ¡°I swear, I''m staying up all night to write a fanfic about Mr. Dashiell and Lizetta¡ª nobody better try to stop me!"

    "Do it, do it! And make sure you share it with me when you''re done."

    Amid all the excitement, a different voice suddenly broke in.

    "Didn''t Mr. Dashiell say he was just here to check on the progress for the annual g? You guys are really letting your imaginations run wild."

    It was Snow, a stubborn stain still visible on her blouse.

    She couldn''t stop herself from making a snidement-especially after seeing how gentle and patient Remington had been with Lizetta, while he hadn''t spared Snow so much as a nce. Jealousy twisted inside her.

    Lilian chimed in, seizing the opportunity. "Yeah, you''re all reading way too much into this. For all you know, maybe Mr. Dashiell is even warmer and more considerate with Ms. West."

    Lilian was still sore-literally-from when Lizetta had shoved her earlier, her stomach aching from the fall.

    She''d already crossed Lizetta and just hoped Remington really did prefer Ste. If not, she''d managed to offend him too. That would be a dead end for her.

    Logan and Mia had just walked their guests out and were returning when they overheard the conversation.

    Mia gave a low chuckle. "Even if the Starlight Group''s annual g is a big deal, there''s no way the CEO himself woulde down here to iron out the details, right? Isn''t it obvious why Mr. Dashiell''s really here?

    My advice to some people: if you''ve made a mistake, own up to it now. Keep digging yourself deeper and no one will be able to help you."

    She shot a pointed look at Lilian and Snow, then turned to leave.

    Lilian frowned, biting her lip in thought but said nothing more.

    Snow, on the other hand, stepped forward and grabbed Mia''s arm.

    "Mia, you owe me an apology!"

    She hadn''t forgotten how Mia had embarrassed her earlier. In fact, she was sure Mia had done it on purpose.

    Mia shook off Snow''s hand.

    "Apologize? For what? You can''t

    even ?erve drinks without making a mess. Well guess if you spent les time unting your figure and. more time actually working, maybe you''d get it right."

    "You-!"

    Snow was practically hopping mad.

    Mia shot her an icy nce. "Too bad for you, Mr. Dashiell only has eyes for Lizetta.

    He didn''t even look your way-probably didn''t want to dirty his gaze."

    With that, Mia turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Snow fuming in her wake.

    "Mia, go ahead and keep being Lizetta''spdog. I''d love to see what you get out of it!" Snow shouted after her.

    Lizetta¡ªso what if she was Mr. Dashiell''s ex-wife? That didn''t mean anything anymore. No one had ever heard of her having some powerful family background.

    Now that Snow knew Andrea was the eldest daughter of the Madden Group, she was determined to cozy up to her. Revenge woulde in time, she told herself with a cold snort, then turned and went off to find Andrea.

    ***

    Meanwhile, Lizetta escorted Remington all the way to the underground parking garage. As soon as the elevator doors slid open, she pulled her hand out of his grip.

    "All right, I have work to do. Take care, Mr. Dashiell."

    She started to turn away, but Remington wasn''t about to let her go that easily.

    In one swift motion, he pulled her into his arms.

    "Why are you here again? Don''t start," she protested.

    "I''m already dealing with those videos and the rumors. Soon, no one will dafe spread that gossip. And I''m

    sure Ste''s behind this. of it."

    take care

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    These videos have spread so quickly and widely, along with the avnche of one- sided gossip.

    It''s impossible to believe no one is pulling the strings behind all this.

    Lizetta''s lips curved in a faint, knowing smile. ¡°Alright. I get it.¡±

    Remington watched her closely, his gaze intent. He realized she hadn''t been angry at all-not from the very beginning.

    He should feel relieved, but instead, a strange unease settled over him. Why wasn''t she upset?

    Was it because she no longer cared? Did the rumors about him and Ste mean nothing to her now?

    The thought made his expression cloud over with regret.

    "How are you so calm about all this...?"

    She hadn''t always been this way. Back then, she''d seemed sweet and gentle on the surface, but she actually had quite a temper.

    Lizetta couldn''t help but find it both funny and exasperating.

    So now that she wasn''t mad, he was the one feeling out of sorts?

    "I''m not angry because I know those videos and photos are fake. Some are just clever camera angles, others were deliberately cropped to leave people out, all to create a false sense of intimacy. As for the nasty rumors and all that trash talk? I care even less. None of it''s true. Besides, I''ve heard far worse before..."

    As Remington listened to her exnation, the tension in his brow slowly eased. So, she wasn''t angry-because she trusted him. She truly believed he hadn''t done anything with Ste.

    But then, at the end, her words twisted like a knife in his chest.

    She''d said she''d heard worse. That had to be after that night she turned eighteen, when he''d left Zion City.

    On his way to Madden Media, Remington had read through the flood of hateful messages about Lizetta in the group chats. Some of the things people had said were downright vicious.

    He''d nearly smashed his phone more than once.

    And now, Lizetta just tossed it off with that light, airy tone: she''d heard worse.

    Remington pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly. He pressed his forehead to hers, his voice rough and low.

    "I''m sorry. I never should have let you suffer like that, sweetheart."

    A small smite yed on Lizetta''s lips. "Alright, enough. Let me go, need to

    get upstairs. And you should

    me."

    get back to work. Don''t bout

    She''d decided to give him another chance, so she''d face these problems with him-fight their

    I.ne

    enemies together-instead ofshing out or picking fights with him.

    She wasn''t about to give the cowards lurking in the shadows the satisfaction of seeing her upset.

    "No way. Having my ex-wife and my future wife all in one hug? I''m not letting go yet. Just a little longer."

    Lizetta gave him a gentle push, but Remington only tightened his arms around her.

    He was acting like an overgrown puppy, impossibly clingy and entirely too charming.

    Lizetta sighed in resignation, about to pat his back-when hisrge hand shifted and pressed right on the bruise at her lower back.

    Earlier, when she''d been shoved, she''d hit her back on the corner of the table. The pain had been sharp enough to make her break out in a cold sweat.

    Now, with his big hand pressing down, the pain was sudden and sharp. She couldn''t help but let out a soft, pained gasp.

    Remington immediately let go, his expression turning cold and anxious.

    "What happened to your back?"

    "It''s nothing. I just bumped it earlier-probably just a bruise, really, it''s not a big- hey!"

    Before Lizetta could finish, Remington scooped her up in his arms.

    With long strides, he carried her straight to his Rolls-Royce parked at the curb.

    "No. I''m checking it myself."

    Lizetta barely had time to react before he set her gently in the backseat Remington slid in after her Cedric seeing what was happening, wordlessly raised the privacy screen without waiting for an order.

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    "I''m really fine. Just let me out of the car already."

    Lizetta had barely settled into her seat when he suddenly scooped her up with ease.

    Before she could even process what was happening, she found herself perched securely on his strongp. In one smooth motion, he tugged her silk blouse free from her skirt and pushed it up, exposing her waist.

    "You don''t get to decide if you''re fine or not. Let me take a look. I''ll let you out if there''s really nothing wrong. Why are you so anxious, anyway?"

    He lowered his gaze, a knowing glint in his eyes as he studied her. "Or is your mind wandering somece... less innocent?"

    Lizetta shot him a re, certain he was twisting things around on purpose. Annoyed, she snapped, "If you''re going to check, hurry up and check already."

    Remington raised a brow. "Well, aren''t you suddenly cooperative?"

    Lizetta didn''t bother to dignify that with a response. He really did have something to say about everythingpletely infuriating.

    He couldn''t help but notice the way frustration puffed out her cheeks, how her delicate features somehow bnced girlish charm with a woman''s allure. His gaze darkened for a moment before he forced himself to look away.

    But as soon as he saw the angry bruise blossoming across her waist, whatever teasing spark remained in his eyes instantly vanished, reced by concern and a chill that lingered in the air.

    "How did you even manage this? And you call this ''nothing''?"

    "It''s really not a big deal. I just bumped into the corner of a table, that''s all. It barely hurts-ouch!"

    Before she could finish, his palm pressed gently over the bruise. He didn''t use any force at all, but even the lightest touch made her wince and cut off her protest.

    Remington let out a quiet sigh. ¡°You need to massage it out, otherwise you''ll be stuck in bed tomorrow."

    Without waiting for her input, he called out to Cedric, instructing him to drive.

    Half an hourter, Lizetta was back at Oakridge Heights, led inside by Remington. Returning here felt surreal, as if she''d stepped into another lifetime.

    Yet Oakridge Heights looked almost exactly as she remembered.

    No, not exactly. Some things had changed.

    Little details stood out-new paintings on the wall, unmistakably Remington''s own work.

    And on the tables, instead of the usual collection of Remington''s auction treasures-ceramics, jade ormemorative models from the Starlight Group there were how art pieces that clearly reflected ber

    taste. .

    A low table by the floor-to-ceiling window held a vase of soft green roses, arranged

    just as she had left them long ago.

    Every

    shape Ch of this home had been

    shaped by her hands, filled with h her careful attention and love for the life they shared.

    And now, these subtle changes felt like quiet answers to the hopes and wishes she''d once tucked away in every corner.

    A strange ache welled up inside her; she stood frozen in ce, unable to take another step.

    "What, nning to stand there all

    you don''t

    night? Been gone so long you recebinize the ce enyimpress Remington''s voice sounded behind her, deep andced with teasing.

    She turned, ncing at him. "You''ve been living here this whole time?"

    He gave her a puzzled look. "Where else would I live?"

    He owned plenty of properties, but Oakridge Heights was their home.

    It was the ce where, after their wedding, she had waited for him toe home each night.

    And it was the home he''d always believed she would find her way back to if he just kept waiting.

    "I''m going to get the first-aid kit. Be good and lie down on the couch for me, okay?"

    He reached out, ruffling her hair gently before heading across the room to the cab where the medicine was kept.

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    When he walked over to the sofa, medical kit in hand, Lizetta was sitting there, her gaze fixed on a painting hanging on the wall-one of Remington''s works.

    Among the collection was a piece capturing her mid-dance, utterly beautiful in its execution. Lizetta immediately recognized the costume she''d worn at a universitypetition: a flowing gown that seemed to defy gravity. In the painting, she was caught in a high leap, her movement so light and effortless it was as if she were truly flying.

    Thosepetitions were etched into her memory. Remington hadn''t been there-at least, he''d said he wasn''t. So how could he have painted this? The details were so precise, even the subtlest nuances of her posture and expression were perfectly rendered. No one could have painted this without seeing it firsthand.

    As if sensing her confusion, Remington opened the kit, took out a bottle of liniment, and spoke quietly, as though answering her unspoken question.

    "I was there that day."

    Lizetta blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing.

    "If you were there, why didn''t you show up? Wait, I remember-I won first prize, I called you right after, but you said you were busy and hung up.¡±

    Her tone was using. Remington''s gaze darkened, something unreadable simmering behind his eyes.

    "Lucian Dashiell was there too," he said, his voice low. "He had a huge bouquet of roses with him."

    So that was it. That exined why Remington hade, then slipped away without a word, never telling her he''d seen the performance.

    She''d been seventeen then. A brothering to watch his sister perform shouldn''t have beenplicated. But Remington hadn''t gone as her brother, and that was why, upon seeing Lucian in the front row, clutching those white roses, he''d quietly left. No exnations, no goodbyes.

    Even now, Lizetta could recall the disappointed ache she''d felt waiting for him that night. She shot Remington a re, exasperated.

    ¡°The roses were for Professor Daisynes, my mentor. She adores white roses, and Lucian was just holding them for me. They weren''t for me, okay?"

    Remington knew that now, of course, but back then he''dpletely misunderstood. He''d been certain Lucian was there to sweep Lizetta off her feet.

    She remembered finishing her

    routine, the thunder of apuse, and searching the crowd for

    Remington only to see Lucian in the frontrow, hands full of whi roses, smiling up at her. She''d smiled back, so brilliantly that the stage lights seemed to dim inparison.

    But Remington had beente, stuck

    at the back of the crowd. All he could do was watch from a distance before quietly turning away and

    tossing the small cake he''d brought

    for her into a trash bin outside.

    "I was an idiot back then," Remington admitted, his voice rough with regret.

    "Overthinking everything. Don''t hold it against your big brother, Liz."

    Lizetta let out a soft, dismissive huff, her cheeks tinged pink.

    "Aren''t you supposed to be patching me up? Get on with it."

    She turned around, lifted her shirt, and hugged a throw pillow, stretching out on the sofa without another word.

    Remington poured some of the liniment into his hand. "This might sting a little. Hold still."

    "I''m not that delicate. Just get it over with!"

    Shey there, her body curving

    gracefully against the cushions, the

    exposed line of her waist as elegant

    as the neck T

    a porcin vase. The

    sight was tempting-far more than she realized, especially with those careless, teasing words.

    Remington''s eyes darkened as he knelt beside her. Even before he touched her,

    just the thought set his skin aze. He swallowed hard, forcing his focus onto the bruise on her waist.

    "You''d better keep quiet," he muttered.

    Lizetta started to ask why, but the moment his hand pressed against the bruise, she gasped¡ªa soft, breathy sound that was unmistakably alluring.

    Remington bit down on his lip, his throat dry as if he''d swallowed a coal.

    God help him.

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    Working out the bruises hurt-a lot, actually-but once the tension eased and warmth spread through her lower back, it became strangelyfortable.

    When Remington finally stopped, a deep blush bloomed across Lizetta''s pale skin, painting her lower back an enticing red.

    His eyes darkened with longing. He couldn''t resist letting his hand roam higher as he asked, "Does that feel good? Want me to work on your back a little more?"

    A full-body massage was hardly outside his skill set, after all.

    His voice was low, roughened with desire, and his hands began to stray beyond what could be called innocent, his touch both testing and hungry.

    But she didn''t object.

    Delighted, Remington leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the delicate curve of her shoulder de.

    The air was full of her familiar, intoxicating scent¡ªjasmine, subtle and alluring. Remington was nearly undone by it when he suddenly sensed something was off. Though Lizetta wasn''t resisting, she wasn''t responding either.

    He abruptly lifted his head and nced sideways, and then-he honestly didn''t know whether tough or sigh.

    Lizetta was fast asleep. And not just dozing off-she was out cold.

    For a moment, Remington couldn''t decide if he should be pleased by howpletely she trusted him, letting her guard down so easily, or be insulted that she could ignore him in a moment like this.

    Had he really lost all his charm for her?

    At that thought, his lips pressed into a thin line, frustration simmering just beneath

    the surface. The urge to tear off her clothes and remind her exactly who he was shed through his mind.

    But when he looked down at her peaceful, sleeping face, he couldn''t bring himself to do anything but smile helplessly.

    Instead, he scooped her up gently and carried her to the upstairs bedroom.

    He lingered by her bedside for a few minutes, watching to see if she''d wake, but she

    slept on undisturbed. Only then did he finally leave Oakridge Heights.

    As soon as Remington got in the car, Cedric spoke up from the driver''s seat.

    "Sir, I''ve got all the details. The person behind leaking the video and spreading the rumors was Margaret. The footage and photos first started in a pevate employee chat at Glory Media. Because it was just low level staff sharing things among themselves, it never made it to the public forums, so we didn''t catch on in time. That''s on me-I should have noticed sooner."

    Cedric swallowed, bracing himself for a tongueshing. After

    everything Lizetta had been through at Starlight Group, and with these new rumors, he was sure Remington would be furious.

    But Remington''s tone was unexpectedly mild. "Just be more careful next time. You found out quickly-consider it making up for the slip."

    He wasn''t getting docked pay? In fact, was that... praise?

    Cedric almost slumped with relief. Today was definitely a day to be grateful for Mrs. Dashiell.

    ¡°Mr. Dashiell, I''ve already notified Chairman Miller. Should we go straight there?¡± Remington nodded, and Cedric started the car, heading for the Miller estate.

    Meanwhile, Remington pulled out his phone and called Cassius.

    Cassius answered right away, but he sounded drained. "Remi?"

    "Get yourself to the Miller house. Now," Remington said, his voice brooking no argument.

    Margaret was Cassius''s doing, after all. If there was going to be a reckoning, Cassius had a part to y.

    "The Miller house? What for?"

    Cassius grumbled. ¡°Remi, you can''t seriously be so paranoid about me and Ynda that you''d drag me there just to force me into an engagement with Margaret, you?"

    swn!

    Remington let out a low chuckle. "So you admit you''re obsessed?"

    Cassius fell silent.

    Remington summarized what Margaret had done, then hung up.

    Cassius was at the Sterling family''s old manor. He came downstairs to find Mrs. Darlene sitting on the sofa, flipping through thetest fashion magazine.

    She set it aside the moment she saw him and called out, "Cassius?"

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    "Going out again? Honestly, you seem to have plenty of free time. Since that''s the case, why don''t you actually meet some of the lovely girls I''ve arranged for you? Cassius, listen to your mother-"

    Mrs. Darlene grabbed a thick stack of photos, snagging his arm as if she could set him up on a date every single day.

    Cassius''s brow furrowed in frustration. He cut her off. ¡°Mom, please, you really have to stop. Your taste in people is honestly questionable. Take Margaret, for example. You said she was refined and considerate. Well, guess what? She turned out to be reckless enough to spread gossip about Remi, and now he''s furious with me. He''s already gone to the Miller family''s estate. That''s exactly why I''m heading out now- thanks to Margaret, my friendship with Remi might very well end today."

    Cassius deliberately made the situation sound as grave as possible.

    Mrs. Darlene''s anxiety spiked. Remington was exceptionally influential, and Cassius''s close friendship with him was one of the few reasons Mr. Sterling had started looking at his younger son with new respect. She was counting on Remington''s support to help Cassius in the family inheritance struggle. With Remington on his side, everything would be so much easier.

    "My dear, how could it be so serious? I never imagined Margaret would be two- faced¡ªshe''s a real performer in front of the elders, isn''t she?"

    Cassius''s frown deepened. "People like Margaret, who think they''re clever, are far more dangerous than outright fools. If we''re not careful, she could drag the Sterling family into a mess."

    ¡°That won''t do,¡± Mrs. Darlene said quickly. ¡°Don''t worry, darling, I''ve already politely turned down Mrs. Miller''s idea of continuing the alliance. I''ll call her myself in a bit and give her a firm answer."

    Cassius finally allowed himself a small sigh of relief. "Good, Mom. As long as you understand. I''m heading out."

    He started for the door, but Mrs. Darlene caught his arm again. "Forget Margaret, but at least look at these new girls I picked out for you. This time, I did a full background check. They''re all wonderful youngdies and beautiful too¡ªright up your alley. Just take a look, will you?"

    Cassius tried to brush her off, but Mrs. Darlene pushed the photos right up to his face.

    He gave them a cursory nce, his frown only deepening until it left a crease between his brows.

    Why did all these women look... odd to him?

    It took a moment, but then he realized: every single one of these socialites resembled Ynda, at least a little.

    Apparently, his mother had gotten it into her head that, since he''d been entangled with Ynda, that type was his ideal.

    But these days, just thinking of Ynda made Cassius feel irritated; seeing all those photos only made his head pound.

    "Give it a rest, Mom. I''m over that type," he said, gently pushing her hand aside before striding quickly from the vi.

    Mrs. Darlene stared at the photos scattered across the floor, puzzled.

    Not his type anymore?

    So he must have fallen out with that little starlet. Turns out that Ynda girl knows when to back off.

    The Miller Estate.

    Remington''s car pulled into the drive, just as another vehicle stopped ahead of him.

    From the front car, Ste stepped

    out, holding a gift bag. As she adjusted to standing upright, ske caught sight of Remington climbing out of the backseat of his own car

    He was dressed in a charcoal peakpel suit, exuding a quiet

    confidence and s

    the

    kind of man who never failed to take her breath away

    Ste realized it had been ages since she''dst seen him, and her

    fluttered uneasily Eyes bright, she''s stepped forward with a smile.

    "Remington. What a coincidence."

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    Ste was caughtpletely off guard-she still had no idea what was happening.

    It was Margaret who had called and asked her toe over, and now Ste was trying to make sense of it all. Maybe Mr. Miller and Remington had something to discuss, and Margaret, catching wind of it, had secretly tipped her off so she could sneak in a meeting with Remington.

    But as soon as Margaret approached Remington, she sensed something was off about him. The look he gave her seemed almost mocking, as if he found the whole situation amusing.

    "Remington?" Ste''s voice wavered, uncertain.

    Remington''s gaze cooled as he turned away, making it clear he couldn''t be bothered to acknowledge Ste, let alone exin anything.

    An uneasy feeling twisted in Ste''s chest, and just then, another car pulled up outside.

    When she saw Cassius step out, her heart skipped a beat. She hadn''t forgotten what happenedst time at the private club-how she and Margaret, along with Shirley Dashiell, had been trapped in that suite, unable to leave after the scandal about Ynda exploded online.

    Now, standing here in front of the West family''s house, she felt an uncanny sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu.

    Could it really be happening again?

    Her nails dug into her palm as anxiety crept in.

    Remington nced at Cassius, then strode toward the West family estate without a word.

    As Cassius walked past, he shot Ste a sidelong look. "Ste, you and Ms. Miller seem to be getting awfully close these days, huh?"

    Cassius had always gotten along well with Quentin West, and after Quentin''s untimely death, when Ste returned to the family, Cassius had treated her with nothing but courtesy. She hadn''t expected his tone to turn so sharp and sarcastic today.

    Before Ste could process the jab, Cassius sped up to catch up with Remington. Ste, busy weighing her options, followed a few steps behind.

    They hadn''t even reached the grand foyer when Mr. Miller hurried out to greet them, his face split in a beaming smile.

    He''d been in a meeting at Glory Media when Cedric called, telling him to rush home because Remington wasing by. Cedric hadn''t given a reason, just hung up, but Miller didn''t dare dy. He immediately called off the meeting and raced back.

    Now, seeing not only Remington but also Cassius at his door, Mr. Miller''s mind started racing. Could it be that Cassius had finally agreed to the

    marrage alliance between the

    families and had even brought Remington along as a witness?

    The thought made Mr. Miller''s smile even wider.

    "Mr. Dashiell, it''s an honor to have you visit the Miller home," he said, pping Cassius warmly on the shoulder Cassius, why didn''t let your uncle know you wereing? I would have made proper arrangements for your visit."

    Cassius didn''t dodge the gesture¡ªafter all, the Sterlings and the Millers had been close for years, and refusing would be rude. Even so, he only nodded coolly and didn''t bother with a reply.

    Mr. Miller''s smile faltered as he nced at Ste, who had been a regr guest at their home. Sensing the odd atmosphere, he shot her a questioning look.

    Ste smiled, masking her nerves. "Uncle, we''re just the younger generation¡ª there''s no need for you toe out and greet us yourself. You''re being far too polite."

    Her breezy manner reassured Mr. Miller, who burst outughing. "Well, this may not be Mr. Dashiell''s first time here, but Ste, in the future, you really ought to¡ª"

    He was about to suggest that she bring Remington over more often, but Ste, seeing where he was headed, cut him off quickly. ¡°Uncle, shall we head inside?" "Of course, of course."

    They all made their way into the living room, where Mrs. Miller weed them in. Only once everyone was seated did Mr. Miller notice that Margaret was nowhere to be seen.

    He frowned, turning to Mrs. Miller. "Where''s Margaret? What''s that girl up to, hiding away at a time like this?"

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    Mrs. Miller beamed, her face alight with cheer. ¡°Darling, Margaret''s just shy, that''s all. You never see a girl present when someone''sing to propose!"

    Mr. Miller chuckled at that, pping his forehead. "Oh, you''re right! What was I thinking?"

    But before he could finish, Cassius''s expression darkened, his brows knitting tight. "Propose? What proposal? Why am I thest to know about this?"

    There were only two men present¡ªhimself and Remington. Clearly, the Millers weren''t talking about Remington proposing; Margaret was in no way a match for him.

    It was obvious Mr. and Mrs. Miller were referring to Cassius as the would-be suitor.

    Cassius was exasperated, on the edge of losing his patience. When had he ever said he was here to propose?

    Both Mr. and Mrs. Miller were taken aback.

    "If you''re not here to propose, then what''s all this about?" Mr. Miller asked, confused.

    If this wasn''t about a proposal, then why drag Remington here at all?

    But as Mr. Miller nced at Remington-who hadn''t said a word since entering and radiated a cold, forbidding air¡ªhe realized this meeting felt less like a proposal and more like a reckoning.

    Feeling a knot of worry tighten in his chest, Mr. Miller hesitated. Cassius broke the silence with a low, steely voice.

    "If you want to know why we''re here, President Miller, you should ask your precious daughter! Maybe you should find out what trouble she''s been up to."

    Mr. Miller immediately turned to Mrs. Miller. "What''s going on?"

    She shook her head, just as baffled. Margaret hadn''t told her anything. Seeing this, Mr. Miller''s temper red.

    "Well? Go and fetch Margaret-now!"

    Mrs. Miller hurried out, and Mr. Miller tried to salvage the atmosphere with a forced smile as he sat down.

    "Mr. Dashiell, Cassius, you know Margaret''s always been a little spoiled-perhaps even a bit willful But deep down, she''s a good girl, truly. She''s always been devoted to you, Cassius. If she''s done

    something wrong, I hope you''ll let it go for old times sake. Of course H have a serious talk with her myself."

    Mr. Miller rambled on, his throat dry, desperate to ease the tension.

    Remington, meanwhile, sat with his legs crossed, not the slightest change in his expression, not even a flicker in his eyes. He didn''t respond.

    The silence dragged on, growing heavier and more ufortable with each passing second.

    Mr. Miller''s heart skipped a beat. He looked to Ste for help, sending her a pleading nce.

    Ste couldn''t refuse him. She rose, picked up a cup of tea from the table, and brought it over to Remington.

    ¡°Remington, have some tea. Margaret will be out in a moment. Whatever''s happened, let''s talk it through calmly, all right?"

    Mr. Miller breathed a sigh of relief.

    He was certain Remington cared for Ste if she asked, surely he''d let the matter drop, no matter what Margaret had done.

    But one second passed. Five seconds. A minute.

    Remington didn''t so much as nce at Ste, let alone reach for the cup she offered.

    Ste''s hand began to tremble. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she realized Mr. Miller and the staff were all watching her. Humiliation washed over her.

    She struggled to keep her tears at bay, but her voice quivered as she spoke.

    "Remington, what happened?

    Please, at least tell me. When we

    were young; you were always the one who was fair, who nevershed out in anger. You always put others first That''s why, back then, def y?th be the one to run f?r help knew you''d never abandon me unless you had a reason to go. You always cared so much, even if you hid it.¡±

    Her voice broke, a single tear finally slipping down her cheek. "But the way you are now... I hardly recognize you anymore..."

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    Ste''s face was a picture of heartbreak her eyes brimming with tears that spilled over the moment she blinked. She made a point of bringing up how she''d once saved Remington''s life, hoping to sway him with gratitude.

    Remington, however, remained stone-faced throughout, his expression unreadable. Cassius, sitting nearby, couldn''t help but feel his own heart soften at the sight.

    Seeing that Remington didn''t even reach for the cup of tea offered to him¡ªa clear slight, meant to embarrass Ste-Cassius instinctively shifted in his seat. He reached out, intending to take the cup and set it on the table, wanting to ease the tension and give Ste a way out.

    In his mind, Remington must have been moved, even if he didn''t show it. What man wouldn''t be, after all? A young woman risks her life for you and suffers so much¡ª surely, no matter her mistakes, you couldn''t staypletely unmoved. Besides, the so-called "scandal" she''d gotten caught up in was just idle gossip. Even if Lizetta had heard about it, it was harmless, nothing that could truly hurt Ste.

    "Ste, why don''t you-"

    But Cassius had barely moved or raised his hand when Remington shot him a look sharp as a de. Cassius froze, words catching in his throat.

    Ste saw all of this, her face growing paler as her eyes reddened with unshed tears, making her look even more fragile and pitiable.

    Remington finally looked at her, his gaze still cold and unmoved, and said in a t voice, "Why are you so eager to cry?"

    Ste blinked, surprised. She thought Remington was trying tofort her, so she almost smiled and lifted a hand to wipe her tears until he added, "Save your tears. You''ll have a real reason to cry soon enough."

    Ste''s expression froze, her mouth twisting awkwardly, her features contorting into something almost grotesque.

    Just then, Mrs. Miller led Margaret out to join the group.

    1.n

    Earlier, Margaret had gotten a call from Cedric, telling her to stay home and to call Ste over as well. Panic set in. She realized that her misdeeds must have finallye to light. After hanging up, she waspletely at a loss. When she phoned Ste, she didn''t dare admit

    bee

    that she''d found out afraid that Ste would refuse toe if she knew Remington was looking for trouble. Instead, she lied, saying she was sick and wanted Ste to visit her.

    Ste agreed, and only then did Margaret breathe a little easier. She still didn''t tell her parents that she might havended herself in a mess, which is how Mr. and Mrs. Miller ended up mistakenly believing Cassius was here to propose.

    Now, as Mrs. Miller brought Margaret into the room, Margaret immediately looked to Ste for help, her eyes pleading. But Ste just stared at the floor, refusing to even nce her way.

    Left with no choice, Margaret stepped forward. "Mr. Dashiell, Cassius="

    Cassius interrupted, scowling as he

    raised a hand. "Please, stop calling me Cassius: It gives me the creeps ssius: Let me be perfectly clear, Margaret: I didn''t show up to that blind date There''s nothing between us, thave...... no intention of marrying into the Miller family. Whatever you do, don''t drag my name into it. The Millers aren''t some insignificant family; as their daughter, you ought to have more self-respect."

    His words were cutting-just shy of calling Margaret desperate and implying she was throwing herself at him.

    Margaret flushed bright red, and Mr. and Mrs. Miller''s faces darkened with anger.

    ¡°Cassius! This is the Miller house,¡± Mr. Miller boomed, mming his hand against the armrest. "Youe in here and talk like that¡ªare you trying to humiliate us? Do you think the Miller family is beneath you?"

    Margaret burst into tears, burying her face in her hands,pletely devastated.

    Mrs. Miller rushed to embrace her,

    ring at Cassius. "Mr. Sterling, you certainly know how to throw your weight around. You may be some high-and mighty Sterling, but og Margaret is hardly beneath you. My daughter is sensitive-what terrible crime has shemitted that you''de here just to shame her in front of everyone?"

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    "Heh. Cowardly? That woman doesn''t know the meaning of fear."

    Cassius let out a cold, mirthlessugh. Whether it was Margaret''s full-blown

    campaign to ruin Ynda''s reputation online¡ªtrying to force her out of the entertainment industry-or the way she manipted rumors and public opinion now, none of it was the work of a coward.

    If anything, Margaret was reckless to the point of madness.

    Remington shot a nce at Cedric, who immediately stepped forward and tossed a thick dossier onto the table. "Mr. Miller, I think you should take a look at this."

    Mr. Miller''s suspicions had been mounting for a while. Now, picking up the file, he began to flip through the pages. The further he read, the faster he turned the pages, his expression growing darker with every line.

    The dossier didn''t just identify the main ounts spreading those incriminating photos and videos in thepany''s employee chats. It also included Margaret''s transaction records with those very people-proof of her paying staff to act as fakementators, orchestrating online attacks, and detailed instructions on what to say, how to steer the conversation, and just how far to push it. Every move, every directive, was spelled out in Margaret''s own words.

    Remington''s gaze was cool as he looked at Mr. Miller. "Impressive, Mr. Miller. You run a mediapany, and you''ve raised a daughter worthy of inheriting the family business."

    There was even a trace of a mocking smile in his voice. Mr. Miller, meanwhile, had broken out in a cold sweat.

    "T-this... Margaret must have meant well, I''m sure." The evidence was overwhelming¡ªthere was no way to argue Margaret''s innocence. But in Mr. Miller''s mind, while Margaret had clearly lost her head when she started spreading rumors about Remington, all she''d really done was publicize the truth. Surely that couldn''t be so bad?

    He had barely finished speaking when Remington gave a sharp, humorlessugh. "Meant well? Why don''t you exin what kind of good intentions those were?"

    "Margaret and Ste are best friends, aren''t they? She just wanted to help her friend show off a little. Besides, Mr. Dashiell and Ste''s love story is touching-making it public can''t hurt, right? And the wedding..."

    Mr. Miller was still rambling on when Remington suddenly cut him off, his voice turning icy.

    "Enough! Seems it''s not just Ms. Miller-now even Mr. Miller wants to arrange my marriage for me!"

    Mr. Miller was startled. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying Mr. Dashiell and Ste aren''t-?"

    He turned to look at Ste, confused as to why Remington was so furious.

    Ste kept her head down, unable to meet Mr. Miller''s eyes. But desperate not to get dragged into the mess herself, she bit her lifted her head, and blurted out

    you think. Reginate

    anxiously Unclet''s really not what never let go of his ex-wife-he''s been trying to win her back all this time. There''s nothing going on between me and Remington, nothing at all. You all misunderstood..."

    As soon as Ste finished, Mr. Miller''s face changed.

    No wonder Remington had burst in ready for a confrontation. No wonder Ste''s hands had been shaking when she served tea, and Remington hadn''t spared her even a polite gesture.

    If Remington was still pursuing his ex-wife, then Margaret''s attempts to sway public opinion and force

    Remington into marrying Ste

    weren''t just bold they were

    maniptive and morally

    indefensible.

    The realization hit Mr. Miller like a blow. He''d thought he was prepared for anything,

    but he''d never imagined Margaret could be this brazen.

    No-this foolish.

    Whirling around, his anger boiling over, Mr. Miller stormed toward Margaret. He dragged her out from Mrs Miller arms where she was still sobbing, and pped her Hard across the face.

    "How could you do something like this, Margaret? Have you lost your mind? And

    after all that, you still have the nerve to cry?"

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    Mr. Miller''s pnded with brutal force. Ever since Margaret''s scandal broke out, Glory Media''s reputation had taken a nosedive online, and thepany''s artists were all feeling the fallout.

    But that wasn''t even the worst of it. In their upper-crust circles, news traveled fast. Word was already spreading that the Miller family''s troubles were all thanks to Remington''s doing. The moment people caught wind of that, those fair-weather friends and opportunists-who had been so eager to cozy up before-started backing out of deals and making excuses. A handful of promising partnerships had stalled overnight.

    Mr. Miller was desperate, running around trying to mend fences. He''d been drinking and schmoozing so much his beer belly had grown noticeablyrger.

    Yet just as he was scrambling to plug the leaks, his reckless daughter came barreling in and smashed straight through the wall-almost literally.

    He didn''t hold back with that p. Margaret crumpled to the floor, screaming. Blood welled at the corner of her mouth, and an angry red welt bloomed across her cheek.

    Her ears rang, everything spinning as she looked up at her father.

    "Dad... you hit me... why...?" she sobbed, voice thick with disbelief. She''d always been the spoiled princess at home, buttely, she''d tasted nothing but misery. She''d never suffered like this in her life.

    "You dare cry? Who the hell do you think you are, meddling in Mr. Dashiell''s affairs? Lost your mind, have you? Get over there and apologize to him¡ªnow!"

    Mr. Miller, red-faced with rage, lunged for Margaret''s arm. She shrank back, but Mrs. Miller hurried forward, trying to intervene, only to be shoved aside by her furious husband.

    Margaret, still crying, was dragged to stand before Remington.

    "Apologize!" Mr. Miller barked.

    Margaret pressed a trembling hand to her burning cheek, choking back sobs. "Mr. Dashiell, I''m so sorry. I didn''t know those videos and rumors would make you so angry. I thought you''d... I thought you''d actually want this to happen..."

    "You thought?" Remington finally looked up, his eyes cial. "And what gave you the courage to think that?"

    Margaret instinctively nced at Ste, searching for help. But Ste suddenly stood, rushing over to grab Margaret''s hand, her voice anxious.

    "Margaret, did you do all this for me? I told you already-there''s no way Remington and could ever work... out he''s in love with Lizett? ne won''t ever look back at me. Why would you still... You''re being foolish!"

    Ste''s eyes shone with tears-her look both moved and helpless. But in

    her words, she washed her as of

    it all She''d made things clear; Margaret''s actions were ber ow and none of it was Ste''s responsibility.

    Margaret stared at her in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Ste, you-"

    She didn''t get to finish. Ste squeezed her hand tightly, soothing her with a soft whisper.

    "Margaret, I know you meant well. I promise I''ll plead with Remington for you."

    Her grip tightened, the pressure a silent warning. She was telling Margaret not to be stupid. If

    Margaret dragged her down now Remington would only be angrier, and both of them would pay the price.

    MS

    If, instead, Margaret let her off the hook, Ste could still beg Remington for mercy

    on her behalf. That was the only y left.

    Margaret hesitated, searching Ste''s face, trying to decide if she could trust her. Just then, Remington let out a cold chuckle.

    "I had no idea Ms. West''s opinion counted for so much around here."

    Ste hadn''t expected Remington to call her out so directly. Her expression flickered, and she looked up at him¡ªonly to meet that sharp, knowing gaze that seemed to see right through her.

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    Ste''s heart clenched, her eyes brimming with tears.

    "Remington, I..."

    But Remington looked at her as if the mere sight of her was enough to ruin his mood. He turned away, cutting her off, and addressed Margaret instead.

    "Ms. Miller, I suggest you think carefully before you speak. Some consequences are more than you alone can bear."

    His meaning was perfectly clear: Ste held no sway with him. He wasn''t about to grant Margaret any leniency just because Ste pleaded on her behalf. In fact, it almost seemed like Remington was encouraging Margaret to push all the me onto Ste.

    No man who felt even a shred of affection for a woman would react this way.

    Even Margaret, as naive as she sometimes was, realized in that moment that Ste had used herpletely and shamelessly.

    She shoved Ste away with a snarl, her voice shaking with anger. "Ste, drop the act! You''re still trying to trick me? Do you really think I''m that stupid?"

    ¡°If it hadn''t been for you telling me how close you and Mr. Dashiell were¡ªif it hadn''t been for your endless sob stories about all you''d sacrificed for him, how much you loved him¡ªdo you think I would''ve gone through all that trouble to help you stir up public outrage?"

    The force of Margaret''s push sent Ste stumbling; she barely caught herself on the edge of the coffee table before she could fall. Her face had gone pale, her expression wounded and innocent as she looked at Margaret.

    "Margaret? How could you say that? I never told you those things, I swear. Remington, you have to believe me-I didn''t. I really didn''t."

    She nced at Remington, shaking her head, her eyes pleading with him to see the truth.

    Remington only watched her with a cold, almost mocking smile.

    Ste knew he didn''t believe her, but she couldn''t just admit to something she hadn''t done.

    "You''re lying!" Margaret cried, desperate for Remington''s trust. "Mr. Dashiell, don''t listen to her-she never said any of that! If Ste hadn''t convinced me, why would I have bothered to go after Lizetta? Ste''s been plotting to be Mrs. Dashiell from the start-she''s the one who told me to do it!"

    Margaret''s voice trembled with urgency, terrified that Remington might take Ste''s side.

    Ste''s voice broke as she tried to protest. "Margaret, you hated Lizetta for standing up for Ynda and clearing her name. You said you''d make Lizetta pay for crossing you, you "

    "That''s a lie!" Margaret snapped

    back, her anger boiling over. "You''re

    the one who told me Mr. Dashiell

    cared about you! You said he was only ever guilty towards Lizetta nothing more. You even imed Mr. Dashiell''s father preferred you, and that both families had already agreed to an engagement."

    ¡°It was you who hinted that if I helped you be Mrs. Dashiell, you''d repay me someday. That''s why I did all this for you! And now that things have gone wrong, you want to back out and leave me with the me? Not a chance!"

    Margaret''s fury burned hot, her cheek still throbbing from the p her father had given her earlier. She wanted Ste to taste some of that pain herself. Storming over, she grabbed Ste and pped her hard across the face.

    Ste let out a piercing scream. Margaret wore long, sharp French tips, and the blow left a red, bleeding scratch down Ste''s cheek.

    Crying now, Ste sobbed, ¡°Fine, fine! You''ve made your mess, but I''m your friend¡ª

    of course I''ll share the me with you. If you say I did it, then it''s all my fault, all right?"

    She shook her head in disbelief, face

    streaked with tears. Turning to

    Remington, she pleaded,

    "Remington if this has caused trouble for you and Lizetta, l''it apologize to her on Margaret''s behalf. Even if Lizettashes out at me, I won''t say a word in protest. Will that be enough?"

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    Cassius watched Ste with a troubled expression. Ever since she''de back,

    he''d always felt there was something different about her-she wasn''t quite the same girl she''d been as a child.

    But now, seeing Ste act as if she were the bigger person even though she was clearly at fault, pretending to be magnanimous and unjustly wronged, he found himself genuinely stunned by her audacity.

    Did Ste really think everyone around her was a fool?

    Remington, on the other hand, hadn''t changed his expression in the slightest. From

    start to finish, Ste''s performance didn''t surprise him one bit.

    But Margaret¡ªshe was furious, practically shaking with anger at Ste''s little disy.

    She grabbed Ste''s arm, her jaw clenched tight. "What do you mean you''re apologizing on my behalf? I can apologize for myself! You were the mastermind¡ª you''re the one who used me! Don''t you dare act like you''re meless, as if you''re just taking the fall for me."

    Margaret felt like aplete joke for ever thinking Ste was meek or easy to push around. She''d actually pitied Ste, believing she''d been taken advantage of by Lizetta.

    But now? Ste was nowhere near as innocent as she''d seemed. The way Ste had manipted her without her ever realizing-proved she was anything but helpless. There was no way Lizetta could have bullied Ste without Ste fighting back.

    For all Margaret knew, maybe Ste had even orchestrated the tragedy with Lizetta''s child. What a poisonous woman.

    "What do you mean, mastermind? Margaret, I only just found out you were the one spreading the videos and rumors¡ª"

    "Oh, really?" Margaret cut her off with a sneer. "You had absolutely no idea?"

    "Of course," Ste replied, not a hint of hesitation or guilt in her voice.

    Margaret nodded slowly. "Alright, Ste. I hope you remember exactly what you''ve just said."

    A cold jolt of panic shot through Ste as Margaret spoke.

    Margaret pulled out her phone, scrolled quickly, and tapped a video before setting it down on the table for everyone to see.

    On the screen, Ste sat on the edge of Margaret''s sofa, the two of them sharing coffee and cake in the soft afternoon light.

    ¡°Margaret, Remington keeps telling me to wait for him, but I''m almost thirty¡ªI just don''t think I can hold on much longer..."

    "Remington says Lizetta''s still devastated after losing the baby, and her depression hasn''t improved. He doesn''t want to marry me now and risk upsetting her even more. Im so scared, Margaret Lizetta so beautiful-do you think

    Remington might fall for her all over

    again?"

    Ste stirred her coffee, her eyes dropping as she began to cry, her face etched with worry and sadness.

    "Ste, don''t think like that. You''ve

    put up with so much for Mr. Dashiell all these years. Didn''t you say he ever missed his own wedding toe rescue you? That''s proof enough-he cares about you more than anyone."

    ¡°I know, I know, I think so too..... but nobody else sees it that way. If only everyone understood, like you do, then I wouldn''t be the butt of so many jokes..."

    "Wait-people are making fun of you? Who? What did they say?"

    "Oh, the usual. That I was gone for so many years and still have the nerve to think I can marry Remington."

    ¡°Let''s not talk about that. I''ll tell you what I went golfing with my dad and Mr. Dashiell today. Mr. Dashiell told me himself¡ªI''m the only one he wants as his future daughter-inw."

    "Really? Congrattions, that''s wonderful news!"

    Ste gave a little sigh. "If only it were that simple..."

    "But if Chairman Dashiell''s on your side, what are you worried about?"

    "It doesn''t matter if Mr. Dashiell agrees-if Remington doesn''t, it''s useless Remington just has too much of a sense of duty he cant let go of Lizetta. If only there were a way to force his hand..."

    The video ended with Ste''s forlorn sigh.

    Margaret''s eyes bored into Ste. "I have plenty more where that came from, Ms. West. Should I y them all for Mr. Dashiell and Mr. Sterling?"

    When Ste had been goading Margaret, she''d always chosen to do it in Margaret''s room, worried the staff might overhear.

    What she''d never expected was that Margaret had installed a hidden camera in her own bedroom, recording every conversation in both sight and sound.

    As Margaret bent down to grab her phone and y another clip, Ste lunged forward, snatching the phone from her hands and hurling it across the room in a panic.

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    Bang!

    The phone hit the wall and shattered into pieces.

    Ste finally exhaled, only to realize that everyone in the room was staring at her with mocking eyes.

    Even Margaret was ring at her as if she were the biggest fool in the world.

    It dawned on Ste, btedly, that surveince footage like that would have a backup.

    What good would destroying the phone do her, anyway?

    If anything, smashing it only made her look more guilty and desperate.

    "Ste, are you really still pretending to be innocent?" Margaret sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. "Do you think I''m an idiot? If I didn''t keep some evidence, how would I ever-¡±

    She paused abruptly, biting back the rest of her sentence.

    She''d almost said it: If she didn''t keep evidence, what would happen if Ste actually managed to be Mrs. Dashiell with her help, then turned around and denied everything?

    That''s why Margaret had secretly installed the camera in the room in the first ce, recording every conversation she and Ste ever had just in case.

    She''d never imagined the footage would end up exposing Ste instead. It was almost poetic justice.

    If it weren''t for that, with Ste''s shamelessness, Margaret would never have been able to prove her innocence.

    Ste bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood.

    She didn''t need to look up to feel Remington''s icy gaze on her, as sharp and cold as a de.

    Mr. Miller stepped forward hastily, desperate to smooth things over.

    "Mr. Dashiell, my daughter''s a fool. She waspletely taken advantage of-she''s just too naive and thought Ste was truly her friend. She got tricked, that''s all. Please, could you find it in your heart to forgive her this once? I''ll make sure she learns her lesson-"

    He broke off to whirl around and p Margaret hard across the face.

    "Idiot!"

    Margaret crashed to the floor again, her cheeks zing red and swollen. She looked up at Remington, eyes brimming with tears, pleading.

    "Mr. Dashielt, I know I was wrong. I really thought Ste was my friend. I believed everything she said, I pitied that''s why tim so sorry.

    her an

    apologize to you, and to Lizetta.

    truly am sorry."

    Margaret knew that if Remington decided to go after the Miller family, they wouldn''t survive it.

    So this time, she made sure her apology was as sincere as she could possibly manage.

    Remington, however, didn''t spare her so much as a nce or a single word.

    He simply straightened his jacket, rose to his feet, and addressed Mr. Miller.

    "Ms. Miller is quite the capable youngdy. I''m afraid Liz can''t bear the weight of her apologies. Who knows what she might do next if she holds a grudge?"

    It was a clear refusal-forgiveness was not on the table.

    Margaret''s tears slid down her face, but she didn''t dare say another word. She looked helplessly at her father.

    Mr. Miller rushed to exin. "Our family''s roots are in Wye. Margaret''s grandmother still lives there, and she''s always wanted Margaret:

    There''s even a marriage proposal waiting for her in Wye. Once she''s farried and settled, she won''t bing back to Zion City. Mr. Dashiell, what do you think-?"

    Remington raised an eyebrow. "That''s a family matter, Mr. Miller."

    Still, Mr. Miller could tell from his tone that Remington was satisfied with this arrangement.

    He hurried to add, "We''ll send her off tomorrow. First thing."

    Wye was a small, sleepy town a far cry from the bustling city. Margaret had always

    been proud, always looked down her nose at ces like that.

    The instant she heard she was being married off in Wye and would never be allowed back, her vision swam. She wanted to protest, but one look from her father froze the words in her throat.

    Remington was already striding out the door with Cassius, leaving the Miller house behind.

    Ste, who had been pale and trembling since the video started ying, finally snapped out of her daze.

    Panic surged through her. She spun around and raced after Remington.

    "Remington! Remington, please, just let me exin, I¡ª¡±

    "Ste! This is all your fault! Somebody stop her-I swear, I''ll tear her apart with my own hands!"

    Before Ste could make it out the door, Margaret scrambled up from the floor, rage and humiliation boiling over.

    She med Ste for everything

    that had happened. If she was being

    sent away tomorrow and would

    never return, then today was her tast

    chance to settle the score. And she wasn''t about to let Ste getaway with it.

    -

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    Ste bolted from the Miller estate, shrieking, her face and neck raw with scratch marks. Every step sent a jolt of pain up her battered, limping body.

    Margaret, that wretched woman, had ordered the servants to pin Ste down while she straddled her, beating her mercilessly.

    Ste would never forget this humiliation. She would see Margaret pay.

    She stumbled through the grand front gates, frantically scanning the driveway, but there was no sign of Remington anywhere.

    The West family''s chauffeur rushed over. "Miss Ste, what on earth happened to you?"

    Ste shot him a venomous re. "What, you think this is funny? You dare mock me now?"

    "N-no, of course not," the driver stammered, lowering his head. He knew better than to cross her; Ste''s temper was no secret.

    She pushed her tangled hair back and demanded, "Did you see Remington? Where did he go?"

    "Mr. Dashiell and Mr. Sterling drove off just now, ma''am. Didn''t even look back."

    Instead of relief that Remington had simply left-without so much as confronting her ¡ªan uneasy feeling crept into Ste''s chest.

    But then she remembered why Remington hade to the Miller family in the first ce: to have Mr. Miller send Margaret away, far from here. Maybe, just maybe, Remington still held some affection for her. Maybe he''d let her off the hook after all. After all, it was Margaret who had caused all the trouble. Ste had only said a few ambiguous things. Now Margaret had been punished, hadn''t she?

    With thatforting thought, Ste''s nerves settled somewhat. She climbed into the car, pulled out herpact, and carefully dabbed at the scratches on her face.

    She couldn''t risk scarring¡ªnot when she still nned to marry into the Dashiell family and be the nextdy of the house.

    Worried about her looks, Ste took a detour to a cosmetic clinic, making sure every blemish was treated before finally heading home.

    She couldn''t have known that the moment she stepped inside, a ss tumbler woulde hurtling at her head.

    There was a sharp crack as it struck her temple. Warm blood trickled down her cheek before she even registered what had happened.

    Dazed, clutching her bleeding forehead, Ste looked toward the couch-straight into the thunderous gaze of Martin West.

    Her knees nearly buckled. She shrank with fear.

    "Dad, what did I do wrong?" she whimpered, moving over and standing before Martin like a chastened schoolgirl.

    Martin''s voice was low and icy. "What did you do wrong? Don''t you know what a mess you''ve made?"

    Her head throbbed, but Ste dared not talk back.

    "I...I really don''t know, Dad. Please, calm down¡ª"

    "Calm down?¡± Martin exploded. ¡°Remington just pulled the plug on three major deals with our family. The projected losses are in the billions, Ste. What the hell did you do?!"

    Ste''s heart turned to ice. She''d thought Remington would let things slide, would show her mercy.

    Instead, he''d gone straight for the West family''s throat.

    Tears welled up in her eyes, red from crying earlier.

    ¡°Dad, I swear I didn''t do anything. It was all Margaret. She leaked some photos and videos of me with Remington, and told everyone about how I saved Remington years ago. That''s all, really..."

    Martin''s patience snapped. "If it was all Margaret, why is Remington taking it out on us?"

    Ste''s voice cracked with humiliation. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

    "I thought-even if Remington traced those rumors back, he''d see it was all Margaret and just punish her. I never thought he''d stop trusting me or believe was innocent: He kept pressing Margaret, and that idiot, as soon as she panicked, she sold me out..."

    "You useless girl!" Martin spat. "If you''re going to do something, do it cleanly. Don''t leave anyone with something to use against you!"

    He snatched up the ss ashtray from the table and hurled it. Ste ducked just in

    time; it smashed against the TV screen, sending spiderweb cracks across the ss.

    Ste''s face drained of color. She sobbed, "Dad, Lizetta''s back. Ever since she lost the baby, Remington''s been cold to me. Now that she''s returned, she''s clinging to him again. I don''t stand a chance

    anymore what am I supposed to do?"

    Martin''s expression twisted with disgust.

    "Pathetic. You can''t even hold onto a man? What a waste of all the trouble I went through to bring you back."

    Ste hung her head. Blood seeped through her fingers as she pressed them to her wound-a pitiful sight.

    But her misery did nothing to soften Martin''s anger. He closed his eyes and gave a curt order. "Take her to the basement."

    Ste''s face nched. She threw herself at Martin''s knees, clutching his leg in desperation.

    "Please, Dad, don''t lock me up. I''m begging you. I know I messed up, but I''ll fix it¡ª I''ll go to Remington, I''ll apologize, I''ll do whatever it takes!"

    Martin sneered, "You really think he''ll change his mind? If he had any feelings for us, he wouldn''t have cut ties without a word."

    The moment Remington called off two of their joint ventures, Martin had tried calling him¡ªover and over, more than ten times. Remington hadn''t answered once.

    He''d even tried reaching out through the Starlight Group''s executive office, but Remington''s secretary just kept making excuses. Remington wouldn''t see him.

    Martin knew all too well what it looked like when a man decided to cut someone off.

    There was no way Ste''s tears or pleading would sway Remington now. With a silent nod from Martin, two bodyguards stepped forward.

    Panic-stricken, Ste clung to

    Martin''s leg. "Dad, Mr. Temple''s birthday ising up in a couple of days Remington will definitely be there. Give me another change-l''ltz change his mind, I promise!"

    Her voice trembled.

    But her words finally brought a glimmer of interest to Martin''s eyes.

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    Ste copsed to the ground, utterly drained. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and pleaded, her voice hoarse.

    "Dad, if you lock me up for two days, I''ll be a mess at the anniversary g. I''ll lose this one chance to shine."

    Only then did Martin slowly lower his hand.

    The two bodyguards gripping Ste''s arms immediately let go and stepped back. She choked out her gratitude, voice trembling.

    "Thank you, Dad."

    Martin patted her cheek, his tone stern. "Don''t let me down again.¡±

    ***

    Oakridge Heights.

    When Remington returned, Lizetta was still asleep in the king-sized bed. She seemed so small and fragile, curled up as if trying to make herself invisible, her long, thick hair spilling across the pillow in wild disarray.

    He paused in the doorway, watching her for a moment, almost uncertain if she was real. He was afraid to wake her or maybe it was himself he feared would wake, as though this scene was nothing but a dream.

    "What are you staring at?"

    Lizetta, who had been feigning sleep, finally gave up the act and cracked open her eyes, her voice drowsy.

    Remington seemed to snap out of his reverie and met her sleepy,nguid gaze. A faint smile yed at his lips.

    "At you. I can''t get enough. You''re beautiful."

    The bluntness of his words sent a fresh flush across Lizetta''s already rosy cheeks. She shot him a yful re.

    "Then take your time and enjoy the view."

    With that, she rolled over, turning her back to him.

    Remington chuckled softly and stepped further into the room.

    He stopped by the sitting area, poured a ss of water for Lizetta, and then came to sit beside her on the bed.

    He gently pinched her warm, blushing cheek. "Have some water before you drift back to sleep?"

    But Lizetta was already wide awake. She propped herself up and took the ss from him, ncing at the clock.

    She''d been asleep for over two hours. Still groggy, she mumbled, ¡°I remember I was putting ointment on the sofa..."

    Remington picked up the thread, a teasing glint in his eyes. ¡°Yes, I took such good care of you, Florence, that you fell right asleep."

    Lizetta blushed again, a bit

    embarrassed. She hadn''t expected to doze off while Remington was tending to her back. When had she be sofortable around him? Was it because they were at Qakridge Heights, the house that

    used to be their home-the one ce she still felt she belonged, still felt safe?

    She took a long sip of water, using it as an excuse to hide her conflicted expression.

    Her hair tumbled forward, half-hiding her face as she bowed her head.

    Remington instinctively reached out to smooth her tangled hair, and for once, Lizetta didn''t pull away. She let him.

    But just then, a faint whiff of unfamiliar perfume clung to his shirt. Lizetta hesitated for a split second, took another sip of water, then asked as if it were an afterthought,

    "Did you go out?¡±

    "Yeah, I stopped by the Miller estate."

    Lizetta blinked. "The Millers?"

    She studied him for a moment, and understanding dawned.

    So that''s where the unfamiliar scent came from¡ªa woman''s perfume picked up at

    the Miller family''s house.

    Relief washed over her, but

    frustration quickly followed. After

    everything they''d been the easily stub...

    was still so rattled

    incapable of brushing these things

    off.  s?novels

    The smallest clue¡ªa trace of perfume, a vague suspicion¡ªimmediately set her on

    edge.

    It was proof that, despite everything, there still wasn''t enough trust between them.

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    "What are you thinking about?"

    Remington was puzzled by Lizetta''s sudden distraction. He lifted her chin gently, searching her eyes for an answer.

    Noticing a drop of water clinging to the corner of her lips, he brushed it away with his thumb-soft, lingering. The feather-light touch sent a shiver down Lizetta''s spine, snapping her back to reality. She shook her head, pushing away the thoughts that had crept in.

    If they were going to make this work, she needed to start trusting him more. She couldn''t keep letting old wounds fester-couldn''t let the shadows cast by Evelina and Ste cloud her judgment.

    She shook her head again and said, "It''s nothing. You went to visit the Miller family ¡ªwas it because those videos and rumors were all Margaret''s doing?"

    Remington took the ss from her hand, but didn''t answer right away. Instead, he tipped his head back and drank deeply, as if he''d been parched for hours. Half the water was gone in a few swallows. Lizetta''s gaze traced the line of his neck, the way his Adam''s apple moved with each gulp-unintentionally alluring.

    And then she noticed where his lips met the rim of the ss-right over the faint imprint of her own lipstick. Her breath caught, a flutter of something unspoken rising between them. Was he doing this on purpose, teasing her in his subtle way?

    "It wouldn''t surprise me if Margaret was behind it," he finally said, voice low. "We''ve been at odds ever since the whole thing with Yoli. But honestly, without Ste''s cooperation, I doubt those videos and photos would''ve ever surfaced.¡±

    Lizetta could guess easily enough who was pulling the strings. Still, Remington had promised to handle it, so she hadn''t pressed for details. Part of her wanted to see if he''d actually catch Margaret or if Ste would manage to slip through his fingers yet again.

    She looked at him, a faint, skeptical smile ying at her lips. Her eyes held a glimmer of judgment, a trace of doubt she couldn''t hide. Once bitten, twice shy. Remington''s past with Ste had left its mark; Lizetta wasn''t about to let herself trust so easily again.

    Remington sighed softly and

    reached out to ruffle her hair. "My clever fianc¨¦e. You sit here at home and already have everything figured out." He smiled, his tone warm "Turns out, it really was Ste who orchestrated the whole thing ard

    pushed Margaret into it. Margaret''s

    already confessed."

    Lizetta met his gaze and gave a soft, skeptical little hum. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

    "Mr. Miller''s sending Margaret away-marrying her off out of town. At least for now, she won''t be causing any more trouble around Zion City. Does that oue meet with Ms. Madden''s approval?"

    Lizetta couldn''t help but feel

    ???

    satisfied. Margaret had never been the type to behave herself, but Lizetta wasn''t scared of her. The only real worry was that Margaret might turn her attention backto Ynda Knowing Ynda she never admit if Margaret bullied her.

    Last time, Lizetta had only found out because things got out of hand.

    But now, with Margaret gone for good, she didn''t have to worry about her causing

    trouble for Ynda anymore.

    "I''m satisfied. What else?"

    Her real concern was Ste.

    Remington seemed to know it, too. Instead of answering, he shifted closer, stretching out his arms and bracing them on either side of the headboard, trapping Lizetta between his chest and the bed. He gazed down at her, a mischievous smile dancing in his eyes.

    ¡°If you''re this satisfied," he said, "maybe you should reward your future husband."

    He tilted his head toward her, unmistakably angling for a kiss, his eyes fixed on her lips with yful intent.

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    Lizetta watched Remington, the afternoon sun spilling over his handsome, refined features.

    He arched a brow, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a teasing, expectant smile. In that light, he seemed less like the stoic, sharp-edged man she''d always known and more like a charming, mischievous boy-easygoing, almost roguish.

    She couldn''t help but think she must be losing her mind. He was in his thirties now, for heaven''s sake. They were both divorced-shouldn''t she be immune to this? And yet, just one look from him still sent her heart skipping in her chest.

    Lizetta blinked. "Close your eyes," she told him.

    Remington chuckled. "Really? After all these years, you''re still shy about kissing me?"

    "If you won''t, then forget it," she retorted, making a show of getting up.

    He grabbed her wrist before she could move,ughter deepening in his eyes. "All right, all right-I''ll close them."

    He shut his eyes obediently, but hisrge hand kept a firm hold on her delicate wrist. He knew her too well-she might try to trick him and slip away as soon as he let his guard down.

    Part of him was genuinely curious, too. If she needed him to close his eyes, maybe she was nning something more than just a quick peck on the cheek.

    As he imagined a passionate, romantic kiss, his thumb traced slow circles along the inside of her wrist, urging her on.

    Finally, he felt her hands lift and gently cradle his face.

    Remington was a little surprised it felt oddly formal. Wasn''t a real kiss supposed to start with an arm around the neck? This felt almost childlike, her slender, soft fingers cupping his jaw with such tenderness that he didn''t want to move.

    He could sense her drawing closer, her breath warm against his skin. Remington parted his lips slightly, anticipation fluttering in his chest.

    But her lips only brushed against the center of his forehead.

    He froze, caught between amusement and exasperation. Wasn''t this how you kissed a child goodnight? He''d been expecting fireworks, and all he got was...this.

    Before he could open his eyes to protest, her lipsnded softly on his closed eyelids, then trailed to the bridge of his nose, his cheekbones...

    She left a trail of gentle kisses

    across his face, always skipping his

    lips, as if deliberately keeping him

    on

    the edge, teasing him. Yet each

    touch was so full of warmth, so quietly loving, that he found himself melting.

    When her lips finally pressed to the sharp line of his jaw and sheughed softly

    against his forehead, Remington opened his eyes.

    ¡°Are you messing with me?¡± he asked, his voice rough, meeting her gaze.

    sno

    Lizetta''s hands were still cupping his cheeks, her thumbs brushing gently along his temples Didn''t like it?

    Maybe I won''t kiss you next t

    She started to move away, but he caught her hands, holding her firmly as he pushed

    her back against the headboard.

    "I loved it. As long as it''s you, Liz, I''ll take whatever you give me."

    Truth was, every kiss had sent his heart turning to liquid.

    Lizetta bit back a smile. "Funny, you make it sound like you''re just putting up with me."

    Remington shook his head quickly. "Not at all! You''ve got it wrong. I''m more than satisfied."

    She nodded, teasing, "If that''s the case, why are you still holding on to me?"

    The next moment, she found herself lifted and settled on hisp, his strong hand cradling her chin as he leaned in close.

    "I''m so satisfied, I think I owe you something in return," he murmured, voice low and persuasive. "Come on, open up..."

    Whatever protest she meant to make was swallowed up by his kiss, the room filling with breathless heat.

    When he finally let her go, her

    cheeks were flushed, and she sagged softly against his chest Remington toyed with a strand of her hair, his voice turning serious.

    "I''ve called off two major deals with the West family. Now that Ste''s back home, she''s in for a rough time."

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    Lizetta lifted her head, surprise flickering in her eyes as she looked at him.

    "What do you mean? Are you saying Martin would get angry and scold Ste?"

    Remington''s lips curled into a faint, wry smile. "He might do more than just scold her."

    Lizetta sat up from Remington''s embrace, frowning.

    "That can''t be right. The West family might not be as powerful as the Dashiell Group, but losing two major contracts isn''t enough to break them. Besides, Ste is the daughter they searched for all these years¡ªtheir long-lost treasure, the only daughter Martin has left. There''s no way he''dsh out at her just because they lost a couple of deals, is there?"

    Since Ste was found, Martin had spoiled his daughter rotten.

    At several charity auctions, he''d spent a fortune buying her gifts-some of which evennded them in the society pages. He took her to every major event, always keeping her close. In Zion City, everyone knew Ste was Martin''s beloved girl.

    Even when Barbara Daisynes West ended up taking her own life after helping Ste cover up a crime, Martin hadn''t done anything to Ste in retaliation.

    So why would he suddenly turn on her now over two business deals? To Lizetta, it didn''t add up.

    Remington pinched her cheek gently. ¡°True, everyone in Zion City knows how much Martin dotes on Ste. But don''t you think that''s a little... odd?"

    Lizetta hadn''t thought much of it before, but Remington''s words made her pause.

    "You''re right. Ste disappeared for years after being kidnapped. Now that she''s back, wouldn''t Martin be worried sick about her safety? Wouldn''t he be extra cautious, afraid it could happen again?"

    Most kids who''ve been abducted end up traumatized. Even if theye home safely, their families usually keep them out of the public eye, protect them fiercely.

    Remington was living proof-after he was found, the Dashiell family kept everything low-key. To this day, there isn''t a single high-res photo of him online. He''s practically a ghost.

    "But the way Martin unts his love for Ste...it almost feels like he''s putting on a show," Lizetta mused.

    Remington''s lips curled upward as he stroked her cheek.

    "My future Mrs. Dashiell is sharp as ever. Martin''s getting old. Quentin left a child behind, but Ron is still far too young, and Martin''s health is failing If he truly wanted to make it

    ''t he be he be

    up to Ste, would the family

    grooming her to take

    business? Teaching her finance and management, taking her to board

    meetings, preparing her to run

    things?"

    Lizetta nodded. "Exactly. Take me, for example. The moment I came home, Grandpa transferred ten percent of the Madden Group shares to me no matter what anyone else thought. Even while I was still recovering, he dragged me topany headquarters several times-said he wanted me to get used to the ce and ''clear my head at my ownpany. He takes me to every gathering with his old friends, and this time, he''s insisting I gain experience at Madden Group headquarters."

    But Martin''s way of "spoiling" Ste seemed different. He showered her with jewelry, designer clothes, and luxury gadgets, sure. But no one had ever heard of Ste owning a single share in the West family''s business.

    It was strange but maybe Martin

    had written her into his will, keeping things secret for now to avoid

    diluting his own control. After all,

    Ste had been gone for years, she

    didn''t know the business and could easily be manipted.

    Remington traced the crease between her brows, his tone yful. "So why did you reallye back to Zion City, Liz? Was it because you couldn''t bear to be away from me?"

    Lizetta rolled her eyes at him. "Don''t tter yourself. I came back because Ynda was in trouble."

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    Remington couldn''t bring himself to believe he hadn''t factored into her decision at

    all.

    He wanted to think that she''de back to Zion City, even if just a little, because he was here. Even the smallest reason would haveforted him.

    But Lizetta, knowing exactly what he was hoping to hear, just shook her head.

    ¡°I came back because I still have unfinished business in Zion City! I can''t let go of what happened to Daisyy. I need to make sure Mr. and Mrs. West pay for what they did."

    Her voice was cool, almost steely, and Remington understood-this was the real reason she''d returned.

    With a soft sigh, he wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. "I''m Daisyy''s father. If you came back for her, it''s for me too."

    Lizetta gave a short, amused huff. "You really know how tofort yourself, don''t you?"

    Remington grinned and leaned in, nipping gently at her neck. "Not my fault my girl always says the opposite of what she feels."

    She pushed him away, but the corners of her lips curled up in spite of herself.

    "I also came back because Madden Media was founded by my mother. It means something different to me. I never got to meet her, but having herpany gives me a sense of connection, a kind offort." Her tone softened, then grew thoughtful. ¡°Besides, I''m not in a rush to join the main office at the Madden Group. I don''t want Jerome to get the wrong idea."

    Remington had been nodding along, but at thatst name, his face darkened a little.

    "So you care what he thinks, huh?"

    Lizetta caught the note of jealousy in his voice immediately. It seemed that whenever Jerome came up, Remington''s guard went up too.

    "Of course I care,¡± she said, matter-of-factly. "If it weren''t for Jerome looking after my grandparents all these years, helping out my grandfather, I can''t imagine how hard it would have been for them."

    Andrea was always self-indulgent and distant, more attached to Conrad West and Eartha than her own family. Her concern for their grandparents was always just for show. In contrast, Lizetta not only trusted Jerome, she was genuinely grateful to him.

    She didn''t hesitate or hide the special ce Jerome held in her heart.

    Remington''s expression soured, a knot of frustration settling in his chest, heavy and suffocating. But there was nothing he could do about it.

    "Oh, I see. Trying to get a rise out of me, are you?" He couldn''t help butugh, though it was tinged with exasperation. In one swift motion, He pulled Lizetta down onto the bed and pinned her beneath him.

    She reached up, but he caught her wrists, trapping her hands above her head.

    Seeing he was truly annoyed, Lizetta quickly lifted her head and kissed him, catching him off guard.

    Remington froze, whatever irritation had clouded his face instantly melting away.

    He looked down at her, feigning

    that''s enough to get you out of trouble? Do I really seem that easy, to win over

    skepticism. "A kiss, and you think et

    Lizetta sighed, exasperated. "What else do you want?"

    "Say you care about me more!" Remington''s voice was stillced with a hint of wounded pride.

    Lizetta rolled her eyes, pinning him with a clear, direct gaze. "You can''tpare those feelings. What feel for Jerome is like what feel for my brother-it''s family."

    That answer clearly pleased Remington. His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile,

    but he forced himself to keep a straight face.

    "How exactly is it different? Jerome and Thaddeus are both family, but I''m the one who''s special¡ªyour boyfriend, right?¡±

    The word ¡°boyfriend¡± sounded almost embarrassing, especiallying from him, especially here, with his body pressed against hers.

    Lizetta''s cheeks flushed. She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "God, you''re so old-fashioned!"

    Remington saw her blush and finally let his smile break through, ready to tease her again when his phone suddenly rang.

    He seemed to know immediately who it was. With a quick pinch to Lizetta''s nose, he said, "You''re off the hook for now."

    He rolled off her, pulled out his phone, and answered it on speaker.

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    "Go ahead."

    Lizetta heard the voice of an unfamiliar middle-aged woman on the other end, her tone low and cautious, as if afraid someone might overhear.

    "Mr. Dashiell, as soon as Ste walked in, Martin shattered a teacup over her head. Then he tried to have the bodyguards lock her in the basement. The whole ordeal was loud and chaotic. I''m not sure what Ste begged for in tears, but Martin finally let her go... I''m sorry, Mr. Dashiell-Martin''s extremely suspicious, so I couldn''t get any closer."

    "You did well. Don''t rush. Keep watching."

    Remington''s voice was deep and steady. The woman answered, but didn''t hang up, hesitating as if she had more to say.

    "Is there something else?" Remington prompted.

    "It''s... it''s about Mr. Ron. Ste''s been furious ever since she hurt her forehead. She''s been running the staff ragged, even sent the nanny who looks after Mr. Ron away. Mr. Ron just fell out of his crib and hit his head-there''s a big bump on his forehead now..."

    Remington frowned slightly as he listened, but before he could respond, Lizetta suddenly sat up, her voice taut with concern.

    "How''s the baby? Is he alright?"

    The woman on the line was clearly startled to hear a strange young woman''s voice break in.

    For a moment, there was only silence. Lizetta realized she''d interrupted, but she couldn''t help herself. The thought of that little boy falling made her chest tighten with worry.

    Maybe it was because she''d held him before, or maybe it was because he was such a sweet, lovable child-about the same age as Daisy.

    Whatever the reason, she couldn''t stay calm or stop worrying, even if it baffled her. By all logic, she should feel distant from that child, maybe even resentful.

    When no answer came, Lizetta anxiously nudged Remington.

    He nced at her, then addressed the phone. "That was my girlfriend. How''s the boy?"

    Lizetta blinked in surprise. She hadn''t expected him to introduce her as his girlfriend. Thebel felt strange and new, but she was toe.. worried about the child to argue.

    "Mr. Ron cried for ages-his little voice is nearly gone. Ste got annoyed and told the nanny to take him out of the room. But it doesn''t seem serious. He haset thrown up or shown any other bad signs..."

    Lizetta frowned. ¡°Didn''t anyone take him to the hospital for a checkup? Head injuries are a big deal for babies that small!"

    ¡°Ste said that if he''s loud enough to cry, then he must be fine..."

    "And Martin? Isn''t he the boy''s grandfather? Doesn''t he care?"

    Lizetta''s voice was tight with barely contained anger.

    Remington pulled her gently into his arms, hisrge hand soothing her shoulder.

    "Martin just left the house. He cares in his own way, I suppose, but he''s always busy. Most of the time, it''s the staff and Ms. West looking after Mr. Ron..."

    Remington''s voice grew serious. "Understood. Go check on the child yourself. If anything seems off, contact me immediately."

    "Yes, Mr. Dashiell."

    Once the call ended, Lizetta jumped out of bed. "We have to go see him. He''s just a baby and already has a bump on his head! He should at least get a scan-make sure there''s no brain injury. Head trauma can seem fine at first, but by the time symptoms show, it might be toote And he cried so hard he lost his voice-what is wrong with the West family?"

    She was nearly shaking with anger. "They insisted Evelina have that baby, but now they won''t even take proper care of him. This kind of neglect is just sickening!"

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    As Lizetta spoke, she turned to leave, but Remington caught her hand, stopping her.

    His expression was conflicted. "Do you... resent that child?"

    He rememberedst time at the hospital, when Lizetta had shown unusual tenderness and concern for Ron when the boy was running a fever. But after Ste arrived and revealed that the child was the baby Evelina had given birth to that night, Lizetta had clearly started to keep her distance.

    She''d left the hospital soon after and hadn''t visited Ron since. Remington had assumed she still harbored resentment.

    Now, pulled gently back onto hisp, Lizetta frowned, let out a sigh, and a flicker of sadness passed through her eyes.

    "To be honest, it would be a lie to say I don''t care at all. I can''t bring myself to like his mother, and I hate even more that his birth gave Ste an opportunity to stir up trouble. But..."

    She pictured the boy''s round, cherubic face and, almost despite herself, smiled softly. A wave of tenderness washed over her.

    "But what fault is it of his? He didn''t choose to be born or pick his mother. He''s innocent in all of this. And honestly, for some reason, whenever I see him, I just can''t bring myself to dislike him. He''s the kind of child who makes you want to protect him."

    Remington studied her for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her in a firm embrace.

    "Alright. I''ll go with you to see him."

    He stood, taking her hand, and together they headed downstairs.

    But before they even reached thest step, a servant appeared, ushering a tall, imposing figure into the foyer.

    Lizetta looked up and saw Remington''s father-Nathan Dashiell.

    Nathan looked exactly as she remembered: a crisp ck suit, salt-and-pepper hair slicked meticulously back, and a deep furrow between his brows that seemed even more pronounced than before, making his stern, unyielding presence feel all the more intimidating.

    His sharp gazended immediately on Lizetta, his brow creasing further.

    "What are you doing here?"

    His eyes dropped to where Remington''s hand still sped hers.

    Lizetta had never been in favor with the Dashiells.

    Nathan''s cold, interrogative tone didn''t surprise her. She''d grown up wary of him. While he wasn''t as openly disdainful as Hanna Evert Dashiell, the subtle chill in his manner had always cut deeper.

    That old childhood fear resurfaced, and almost instinctively, Lizetta pulled her hand free from Remington''s grasp.

    Feeling the sudden absence, Remington turned, concern in his voice. "What''s wrong?"

    Realizing her reaction was a bit much, Lizetta offered him a small, reassuring smile, then turned to Nathan with a polite nod. "Mr. Dashiell."

    She didn''t bother answering his question or attempting small talk.

    Turning back to Remington, she said quietly, ¡°You two go ahead. I''ll wait for you outside."

    Nathan rarely visited Oakridge Heights not since she and

    Remington had moved here from the old family estate. In fact, she

    could only remember himing

    once before.

    It had been at dusk, and she''d been in the courtyard, practicing ballet in her leotard.

    Nathan had stepped out of the car, taken one look, and scowled.

    "If you''re going to be Mrs. Dashiell, start acting with some dignity. Dancing around

    the yard dressed like that¡ªwhat will people think?"

    She''d mumbled an apology, and he''d

    gone inside, ordering her to call Remington home. She''d tried him several times, but he hadn''t

    answered, and Nathan''s expression had only grown colder.

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    Her hands trembling, Lizetta brewed a cup of tea for Nathan, only to watch him stand up and leave without so much as a sip or a single word.

    She could still remember how she''d anxiously chased him out to the driveway that day, watching as Nathan climbed into his car. Not once did he look back at her.

    That kind of cold, absolute disregard had seared itself into her memory; she could recall every detail of that afternoon, even now.

    Snapping back to the present, Lizetta was about to step away when Remington suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist.

    "Stay right here. There''s no need for you to leave," he said, his deep voice smooth and unhurried.

    Only then did he nce over at Nathan. "Dad, what brings you by? Something on your mind?"

    Nathan''s expression soured. It was clear he resented both Lizetta''s deliberate evasion and Remington''s thinly veiledck of wee.

    "Do I need a reason to visit my own family?" Nathan replied sharply as he made his way to the sofa and sat down.

    Remington, still holding Lizetta close, started down the stairs, his tone cool. "Of course not. But Liz and I were just heading out. Stay as long as you like."

    He didn''t pause, leading Lizetta toward the door, but then stopped and looked back. "The housekeeper''s off today. If you''re thirsty, there''s bottled water in the fridge. Help yourself."

    Left standing in the living room, Nathan''s face flushed with anger. He mmed his hand on the table. "Stop right there!"

    Remington halted, ncing back. "Is there something else?"

    "This is how you treat me now?" Nathan''s voice was low and edged with usation.

    Remington''s face remained impassive, a hint of a smirk at his lips. "Father, you''re the one who said you were just dropping by, that you''re not a guest and cane or go as you please. If that''s the case, then make yourself at home. Is there a problem with that?"

    Nathan was so furious he felt his blood pressure spike, but for once, he was at a loss for words. He''d long since lost any control over this son of his.

    Humiliated, his gazended on Lizetta, his resentment sharpening. It was this woman, he thought, who''d turned the Dashiell family upside down, leaving it in ruins.

    Even now, the family''s matriarch was being kept in a private psychiatric facility, hidden from the world.

    Nathan recalled the call he''d just received from Martin. His eyes narrowed on Lizetta, his tone turning icy. ¡°Lizetta, you and Remington are divorced. You''re no longer part of the Dashtell, family, you should keep your distance. What kind of example are you setting, hanging all over Remington like that?"

    Remington''s face darkened and he opened his mouth to speak, but Lizetta raised her hand first.

    He thought she meant to push him away, but instead, her slender arm slipped behind his back, drawing herself closer until she was wrapped around his waist too. Remington froze in surprise. Then his lips curved faintly, eyes flicking down to her. With her arm around him, Lizetta finally turned to Nathan-just in time to see the deepening lines of fury on his brow.

    She smiled sweetly. "Mr. Dashiell, if you want to use me of being too affectionate, you should at least get itright. This she squeezed Remington''s waist, "-is what holding someone looks like. Before,

    it was just your son who wouldn''t let

    go of me."

    If Nathan was going to list her supposed misdeeds, she might as well make them

    count. No way she was going to take the me for nothing.

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    Lizetta''s words had none of her former deference or obedience to Nathan, leaving him momentarily stunned and speechless.

    When he finally gathered himself, anger seethed in his voice.

    "Lizetta! Where did you get the nerve to speak to your elders like this? Who taught you to be so disrespectful and defiant, deliberately trying to provoke me?!"

    Before Lizetta could respond, Remington''s deep voice cut in.

    "Father! And who gave you the right to shout at her like that? Let''s not forget¡ªshe''s no longer your daughter-inw, nor is she some girl you''re fostering in the Dashiell family. You have no authority to lord over her anymore, do you?"

    Nathan let out a cold, bitterugh. "So, what, she''s nevering back to the Dashiell family, is that it?"

    Remington nodded once, his expression calm. "Is the Dashiell family supposed to be some kind of paradise?"

    Since Lizetta clearly had no intention of returning, Nathan''s anger seemed to dull a little. The lines of tension eased from his brow, and he was about to speak again when Remington continued.

    "Don''t trouble yourself, Father. Even if Liz and I get back together, it''ll only be because I''m the one joining her family. With you as the patriarch, there''s no way I''d let here back and suffer in your house again."

    Nathan''s face froze in shock. He understood every word Remington said, and yet, pieced together, the idea sounded utterly absurd.

    "Marry into *her* family? Are you insane?"

    Nathan could hardly believe his ears.

    Lizetta was surprised too. She looked up at Remington, her eyes wide, clearly caught off guard.

    Remington pulled her closer, his arm tightening protectively around her shoulders. He met her gaze for a moment, reassuring her, then looked up at his father with azy confidence.

    "Do you really need me to exin what it means, Father? It means that when Liz and I marry, we won''t need your approval. If you don''t want to see us at the holidays, we won''te and bother you. If we have kids, they''ll take their mother''s surname..."

    As Remington continued, Nathan''s face darkened, turning almost ashen with outrage. He cut Remington off, practically shouting.

    "So, what, you think the Dashiell family hasn''t been humiliated enough because of her? Her father kidnapped her for ransom, for God''s sake! he hadn''t been killed in that ident he''d still be retting in

    prison. And you want to marry into *that* family?!"

    Nathan''s words left Lizetta even more bewildered. She''d been back with the Madden family for ages now-she''d even changed herst name Remington and Fiona both knew that. Was it possible Nathan still hadn''t figured it out? Clearly, neither Remington nor his grandmother had bothered to

    enlighten him.

    Remington answered calmly, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I''m doing this for Liz, not

    for her family. As long as she''s there, that''s all that matters."

    Nathan was left gaping, his chest heaving in fury until his face had gone pale.

    "Fine, fine! What spell has she put on you? You''d throw everything away for her! I just got off the phone with your godfather¡ªhe told me you''d sacrificed years of business and friendship between us and the West family for Lizetta, that you canceled a. deal without a second thought." didn''t want to believe it, but clearly, he was right!"

    Remington''s eyes narrowed dangerously.

    And in that moment, Lizetta understood why Nathan had shown up so suddenly. He must have gotten a call from Martin, who''d been friends with him for decades.

    Remington gave a wry smile. ¡°Just as you see.¡±

    He clearly had no interest in arguing further. Pulling Lizetta close, he said briskly, "You''re free to do as you please."

    With that, he steered Lizetta toward the door, ignoring Nathan''s furious shouts behind them.

    Remington didn''t pause, and Lizetta wasn''t about to stop and let herself be berated. Together, they walked quickly past the entry hall.

    Suddenly, the sound of something shattering rang out from behind them. Lizetta instinctively flinched and frowned.

    "Are you sure it''s okay to just leave him like that?" she murmured.

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    She couldn''t help wondering, with Nathan so furious, would he just lose itpletely and trash the entire Oakridge Heights estate?

    Remington opened the car door, shielding Lizetta as she slid into the passenger seat, before he finally spoke.

    "If he wants to smash things, let him. I''ll have Cedric take inventory and send him the bill afterward."

    Lizetta fell silent for a moment, picturing Nathan''s blood pressure skyrocketing when his own son''s itemized damagesnded on his desk.

    Remington circled the hood and got behind the wheel, easing the car onto the road. Lizetta propped her elbow on the window, hiding a small, satisfied smile behind her hand.

    Remington nced over. "Enjoying this a little too much?"

    She knew she shouldn''t gloat over her elders, but honestly, Lizetta couldn''t help herself.

    She stifled augh and tried to wipe the grin from her lips before turning to him.

    "And if I am?"

    Nathan had made her life miserable enough times in the past. Now that he was the one stewing in frustration for once, Lizetta couldn''t deny it felt rather satisfying¡ª even if it wasn''t very polite.

    Remington shot her a sidelong look, a rakish smile ying at the corners of his mouth.

    "As long as it makes you happy."

    He''d worried Nathan might ruin her mood with his arrogance, but seeing her like this put his mind at ease.

    Lizetta found herself staring at him, gaze lingering and unbroken.

    He noticed, of course. After a beat, he gave a helpless littleugh.

    "Liz, if you keep looking at me like that, it''s dangerous."

    He could barely keep the car straight. Honestly, with her looking at him like that, he was sorely tempted to pull over and forget about the road altogether.

    ¡°Oh,¡± Lizetta murmured, finally tearing her eyes away and turning to look out the window.

    But in the next instant, Remington hit the brakes, pulling the car sharply to the side of the road.

    Before she could react, his hand found her neck, gently guiding her face back toward him. And then his lips were on hers-soft at first, tasting teasing, but carrying and hunger that sent her heart fluttering.

    heat

    Lizetta''sshes fluttered, caught off guard. Remington didn''t linger, though. He drew back quickly, but his warm hand stayed cupped at her neck as he spoke softly.

    "Don''t let him get to you. You don''t have to put up with him anymore. I want you back in my life, and I won''t have you suffering because of me-not ever again."

    A warmth bloomed in her chest. She nodded.

    "I know. I won''t let him push me around anymore. But if I end up driving your dad

    mad and hees after you for it, don''t get annoyed with me."

    Remington just chuckled, ruffling her hair as he finally let go of her neck.

    "Annoyed? Not at all. I''ll just let Grandma handle him¡ªshe''s the only one who can put him in his ce."

    Lizettaughed quietly. "Honestly, that sounds like a perfect n."

    They shared a smile, and Remington finally pulled the car back onto the road.

    Lizetta leaned back in her seat, her mind drifting back to Mr. and Mrs. West. Suddenly, something urred to her.

    "Oh, by the way-one of my former colleagues mentioned her mother''s a stic surgeon. She saw a photo of Ste and said she looked like. she''d had some work done, content

    Lizetta nced over at Remington. "Do you know if Ste''s had any procedures done recently?"

    Remington had no idea. Sure, he''d

    had someone keep an eye on Ste and Martin, but unless the

    housekeeper spotted somethin

    truly out of the ordinary he rarely heard about it. Trips to a beauty clinic barely registered on his radar.

    Besides, whether Ste looked better or worse, what did he care?

    "Why? Has Ste suddenly gotten prettiertely?" Remington''s grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he spoke, a hint of caution in his voice.

    He couldn''t help wondering¡ªwas this a trap? Had Ste actually gotten some work done, and was Lizetta testing him to see if he''d noticed?

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    The moment Lizetta mentioned Ste, it was as if she''d tripped some silent rm in Remington''s mind.

    He couldn''t help but suspect Lizetta was trying to gauge whether he thought Ste was attractive.

    At a red light, Remington pulled the car to a stop and turned to her with a look of exaggerated seriousness.

    "I honestly don''t think she''s pretty at all," he dered. ¡°Maybe it''s true what they say ¡ªyour face reflects your character. These days, when I look at her, all I see is something harsh and twisted. She doesn''t have even a fraction of the beauty that shines from you, Liz, inside and out."

    Lizetta stared at him, speechless.

    She reached out and pinched his arm, hard, unable to hold back. "You''re overthinking this¡ªand acting way too guilty for your own good!"

    If he hadn''t spoiled Ste so much in the past, would he be this skittish now? Lizetta''s gaze was anything but gentle; in fact, she looked downright mocking.

    Remington let her twist the inside of his arm, then nodded obediently. "Whatever you say, Liz. I''ll take it like a man."

    He even rolled up his sleeve a bit, exposing his lean, sculpted wrist, the crisp white of his shirt pulling back just enough. "You want to take a bite to vent your anger? Go ahead. Ouch."

    He didn''t expect her to take him literally¡ªbut in the next second, Lizetta leaned in and sank her teeth into his wrist.

    Pain shot through him, mingling with a strange, electric thrill.

    Remington inhaled sharply. His lips curled into a lopsided smile, and he rxed, letting her gnaw at him as much as she liked.

    Only when the light turned green did Lizetta let go.

    She hadn''t broken the skin, but she''d left a deep, unmistakable bite mark. Feeling the unevenness beneath her teet, she instinctively gaveta quick, apologetic lick before pulling away. ,

    Remington''s breath caught again. The veins stood out on the back of his hand where he gripped the steering wheel, and for a moment, the car swerved just enough to betray his distraction.

    "Liz, knock it off, I''m driving," he warned in a low, gruff voice.

    At that, Lizetta finally let go.

    Remington drew his arm back, tugged at his tie, and unfastened a button on his shirt cor. The movement was casual, natural.

    even but when someone that

    good looking did it, every detail stood out the long, elegant fingers loosening his tie, the pal¨¦ arch of his neck, the sharp line of his jaw, the subtle bob of his Adam''s apple. It was almost cinematic-too vivid, too arresting.

    Lizetta felt her ears grow hot and quickly turned to look out the window.

    A long silence settled between them as they drove on.

    It wasn''t until they''d turned onto the road leading straight to the West family estate

    that Lizetta spoke up again, picking up the thread from earlier.

    "Do

    you think Ste really had work done? Does she still look like she did as a kid?" Remington, no longer preupied with self-preservation, considered her question. ¡°Her features haven''t changed all that much," he said atst. ¡°But her personality¡ª she''s practically a different person altogether."

    He remembered how Ste used to be as a child: brash, straightforward, almost boyish. She''d always taken it upon herself to act like his big sister, fiercelypetitive, always looking out for him.

    But now? Ste seemed to have swung to the opposite extreme, desperate to cling

    to the Dashiell family like some needy, spineless vine.

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    Lizetta frowned slightly. "After everything she''s been through her life turned upside down, locked away and tormented for years¡ªit''s only natural her personality would change."

    Remington had thought the same at first. When Ste was finally found and brought home, the only thing familiar about her was her face; everything else felt utterly foreign.

    He could no longer see a trace of the ymate from his childhood, or the older sister he remembered.

    He believed that, with time and distance from all that suffering, Ste would eventually recover-her old self would return.

    But as the months passed, it became clear that Ste had be someone he simply didn''t recognize.

    "Didn''t Ste have amnesia when she first came back?" Lizetta asked softly. "Didn''t you ever doubt whether she was really Ste?"

    Lizetta pressed her lips together, a troubling possibility flickering through her mind.

    If Ste had actually undergone stic surgery-and if it hadn''t even happened after returning to Zion City-then the truth behind all this would be terrifying.

    Remington could see exactly what she was thinking.

    His brow furrowed. "She did lose her memory, but in those early days, walking through familiar ces would sometimes trigger memories. I even helped her try to piece things together. She remembered things only the two of us could have known."

    That was why he had never questioned Ste''s identity.

    Besides, before bringing Ste home, they''d run a DNA test between her and Martin, just to be certain. Only after everything checked out did they bring her back.

    Hearing Remington exin it like this, Lizetta felt she''d probably let her imagination run wild.

    It was just that Mia girl who''d tossed out some careless remark about Ste having had stic surgery, and suddenly Lizetta was seeing ghosts around every corner.

    Maybe Mia had just been talking nonsense.

    "Maybe I''m overthinking it," Lizetta admitted.

    Remington, however, looked thoughtful." person''s nature is almost impossible to change. Ste''s been home for year how, but he personality is nothing like it was when she was a kid. It''s odd, no matter how you look at it.

    And the way the West family is handling things-Martin isn''t grooming Ste as his sessor,

    and he keeps her far away from

    anything to do with the family

    business. It doesn''t add up."

    Lizetta turned to stare at Remington.

    "Maybe after all those years apart, the father-daughter bond just faded. Or maybe

    Ste herself doesn''t want to work for the West family.

    Plus, wasn''t Mrs. West''s death ruled

    a suicide because of Ste? I thought Martin and his wife didn''t have rauch of a marriage anyway, Maybe Martin still mes Ste for what happened."

    Maybe that was why he treated Ste the way he did.

    It wasn''t impossible.

    Remington nodded slightly¡ªhe''d never cared about the ins and outs of Mr. and Mrs. West''s marriage.

    He was about to say more when his phone suddenly rang.

    He nced at the screen; it was the housekeeper he''d nted in the West family,

    calling him now. He handed the phone to Lizetta.

    "You answer it¡ªit''s probably about Ron."

    Remington had already said: if anything happened to Ron, the housekeeper was to call immediately.

    Lizetta''s mind had been on the boy all evening. She snatched up Remington''s phone and answered without hesitation.

    The moment the call connected, a frantic voice burst through the line.

    "Mr. Dashiell, something''s wrong! Mr. Ron-he''s suddenly started vomiting and

    convulsing, I don''t know what''s happening!"

    Lizetta''s heart nearly stopped; she clenched the phone in her hand.

    "Where are you right now? We''re on our way!"

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    By the time Lizetta and Remington arrived, Anna was already sitting on a bench by the roadside, cradling Ron in her arms and anxiously waiting.

    Worried that the West family might suspect something, Grace¡ªthe housekeeper who''d just contacted Lizetta and Remington¡ªhad quickly made up an excuse and rushed back to the Wests'' mansion to ask for help.

    Remington pulled the Maybach up to the curb. Lizetta, unable to contain her worry, reached for the door to get out.

    But as she yanked off her seatbelt, Remington leaned over and pressed her back with a firm hand.

    "Take it easy," he murmured in a low voice, his breath warm against her ear.

    Lizetta clenched her fists and forced herself to hold back.

    She knew Anna was loyal to Ste, and if Ste found out how much she cared about this child, it wouldn''t do any good. Besides, it hadn''t been easy for Remington to nt someone inside the West family. If she acted too concerned, Ste would suspect something immediately.

    After Lizettaposed herself, Remington finally lowered the window on her side. Anna, waiting on the bench, looked up naturally, her face tinged with anxiety. "What happened?" Remington asked, his brow furrowed.

    Anna recognized him instantly and startled, her panic obvious. Remington''s reputation for caring about this child wasn''t lost on her. Worried she might be med, she instinctively pulled her coat tighter, trying to shield Ron from view.

    But Remington''s sharp gaze had already locked onto her. His tone was icy and direct.

    "What''s wrong with the boy?"

    Anna realized she''d been caught and had no choice but to stand up, still holding Ron.

    "Mr. Ron suddenly took a turn for the worse," she stammered. "He just threw up, and now he''s asleep...¡±

    She took a few steps toward them, but Lizetta''s eyes were fixed on Ron¡ªand she couldn''t hold back any longer.

    "He''s not sleeping!" Lizetta eximed. ¡°He''s clearly fainted!"

    She flung open the car door, rushed over, and gently but swiftly took Ron from

    Anna''s arms. Clutching the limp child to her chest, she hurried back to the car, her voice trembling.

    "Remington, hurry-take us to the hospital!"

    Ron''s condition was obviously dire. His once-pale cheeks had turned a worrying

    shade of bluish-purple, and his lips were pressed tightly shut.

    Remington could hear the panic in her voice and reached out to calm her.

    "Don''t worry. We''ll be at the hospital soon."

    As he spoke, the car shot down the street, tires screeching.

    Anna stood frozen on the curb, watching the Maybach speed off. For a moment, she was too stunned to move.

    She waited another ten minutes or so before Grace finally returned, pulling up in her

    own car.

    "Where''s Mr. Ron?" Grace asked, feigning confusion as she nced around.

    Anna shrugged, her brows knitted in frustration. "What took you so long? Where''s Miss Ste? Mr. Ron''s been taken away by Mr. Dashiell."

    Grace''s expression shifted to surprise. "Who? Mr. Dashiell? How did he know Ron was sick?"

    Anna shook her head. "Probably just

    a coincidence-he must''ve been passing by. Where''s Miss Ste?"

    She peered into the car, searching

    _for any

    sign of Ste. But it was

    Clear-Ste hadn''te.

    "Miss Ste told us to take Ron to the hospital as soon as possible. She said she

    had a headache and needed to rest-didn''t want to be disturbed."

    Grace clenched her jaw angrily. Even now, when something had happened to the child...

    She''d gone to knock on Ste''s door for instructions, but Ste had taken ages to answer. When she finally did, it was only to berate Grace for bothering her over such

    "trivia

    matter, and m the doorher face, telling them to just take the boy to the hospital and not to disturb her again.

    Anna let out a long sigh of relief. She''d been worried Ste would

    me her for not taking propert

    of Ron, but clearly, Ste couldn''t care less about the child.

    That was a relief.

    "So Ron''s been taken already. What do we do now? Shouldn''t we go after them?¡±

    Grace asked, reaching for the car door.

    Anna paused to think.

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    ¡°Mr. Dashiell isn''t a stranger, and since he''s already taken Ron to the hospital, we don''t need to worry,¡± Anna said, turning briskly back toward the apartmentplex. "Let''s head home and let Miss Grace know what happened."

    Grace rolled her eyes at Anna''s retreating figure, her heart aching for little Ron.

    He was just a child-privileged, yes, born into money, but still so small, and a preemie at that. He''de into the world a little too early, with a fragile body that should have been cherished and protected. Yet somehow, it seemed he''d drawn an even shorter straw than most; even children born to ordinary families often fared better.

    Orphaned, too. That was the saddest part.

    ***

    Hospital.

    Half an hourter, Lizetta and Remington finally settled Ron into a private room in the pediatric wing after the chaos of the emergency room.

    Ron had woken up now. The ashen, bruised look he''d worn in the car was fading, color returning to his cheeks. What surprised Lizetta most was how the little boy seemed to recognize her. When he opened his eyes and saw her, he didn''t cry or fuss. Instead, he stared up at her, almost dazed, as if trying to remember where he''d seen her before. Then, as if recognition dawned, his eyes lit up and he grabbed hold of her finger, trying to burrow into her arms.

    Lizetta gently rocked him, patting his back and whisperingfort, but made sure he didn''t wriggle too much into her embrace.

    "Sweetheart, you have to stay still," she murmured in her softest voice. "The doctor put an IV in your head. Once this medicine finishes¡ªdrip, drip, drip-you''ll start to feel much better, I promise."

    Arge, swollen bump had formed on Ron''s forehead. Just looking at it made Lizetta''s heart twist in sympathy. The doctor had diagnosed a mild concussion but, thankfully, there was no internal bleeding and no risk to his brain development.

    Ron seemed confused about why his pretty aunt wouldn''t let him snuggle. His big, dark eyes blinked, lips trembling, and suddenly, fat teardrops began to roll down his cheeks.

    Startled, Lizetta quickly patted him and tried to soothe him. "Don''t cry, sweetheart. Does something hurt? Is your head aching again?"

    She rattled off questions, desperate for answers, but there was no way a five-month-old could tell her where it hurt All he could do was wail his tiny mouth forming round sobs.

    Lizetta looked helplessly at Remington, who stood beside the bed, Remi, what''s wrong with him.

    Can you please get the doctor

    check him again? Maybe he''s still in pain somewhere." ''

    Remington had no more answers than she did. He frowned, nodded, and pressed the call button for the nurse. When no one came he slipped out to find someone himself, urged on by Lizetta''s worried voice.

    Left alone, Lizetta carefullyid Ron on the bed and continued to soothe him. "Did you hurt yourself somewhere else, honey? Let me take a look, okay?"

    She gently unbuttoned his tiny coat and slid it off his shoulders. Then she loosened the buttons on his thin sweater, lifting the soft cotton onesie underneath.

    As she exposed his fragile pink skin, Ron shivered, the cool air making him cry harder.

    Lizetta instinctively tickled his little belly. ¡°Are you feeling shy, Ron? Don''t worry, Auntie will be quick."

    Ron was a sensitive baby, and the gentle tickling seemed to distract him. His chubby feet kicked once or twice before he quieted, his big, tear-filled eyes staring up at her.

    When Lizetta paused, Ron grew impatient and gave her chest a little kick with his foot, as if urging her to continue.

    A smile broke across Lizetta''s face. She squeezed his tiny foot and tickled his tummy again.

    A delighted giggle burst from Ron''s lips.

    Lizetta''s heart melted. She tickled him one more time and pushed his onesie up a bit further.

    The next second, her smile froze on her face.

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    Ron''s delicate skin was covered in bruises-bluish and purple marks marring the pale surface. On a child so young, so soft and innocent, the injuries looked all the more shocking.

    The bruises were hidden in ces no one would easily notice: under his arms, across his small chest. The weather hadn''t warmed yet, and Ron was bundled up in thick clothes, making it nearly impossible for an outsider to spot the wounds. But for a family member-someone who truly cared-there was no way to miss them.

    Lizetta''s hands trembled with fury. The anger only twisted tighter in her chest when she nced up and met Ron''s wide, innocent eyes. He had no idea what was happening too young to protest, too little to even understand. What kind of monster could hurt a child so defenseless?

    Her anger boiling over, Lizetta gently touched the bruise on Ron''s chest. At her touch, Ron flinched and immediately burst into tears, wailing so loudly it echoed off the hospital walls.

    Startled, Lizetta quickly pulled her hand away and hurried to fix his clothes, preparing to scoop him into her arms tofort him. But before she could, a shrill, furious voice rang out from the doorway.

    "What do you think you''re doing?! Lizetta, let go of Ron!"

    Lizetta turned and saw Ste standing there, her expression livid. Behind her stood Anna, the family''s housekeeper, and, to Lizetta''s shock, two uniformed police officers.

    Before Lizetta could even process what was happening, Ste stormed into the hospital room. She shoved Lizetta aside, nearly knocking her into the bedframe, and snatched Ron up, her voice sharp and trembling with emotion.

    "Lizetta, what are you doing to Ron? Ron, sweetheart, don''t cry. Auntie''s here, it''s okay now."

    Ste cradled Ron tightly, shooting Lizetta a look full of suspicion and fear.

    Lizetta, still reeling from the shove and rubbing her bruised elbow, barely had time to react before Anna jabbed a finger at her and turned to the officers.

    "Officers, this is the woman who took our little Mr. Ron! Look, she''s even hurting him-he''s crying so hard! Please, you have to take her in for questioning!"

    Anna''s eyes widened when she saw Ron''s clothes unbuttoned and the bruises on

    his skin. She red at Lizetta and hurried to Ste''s side.

    "Miss Ste, let me take care of Mr. Ron. You''re still hurt yourself."

    Ste''s own head was bandaged, her face pale and drawn. At Anna''s words, she hesitated, then handed Ron over.

    But the child, terrified by all themotion, squirmed in Anna''s arms, twisting his head as if searching for Lizetta.

    The two police officers stepped toward Lizetta. They''d been called out after a report that a woman had snatched a child off the street in broad daylight-a child belonging to the prominent West family of Zion City With a family this

    fluential. involved, the department had taken the call seriously, fearing a possible kidnapping.

    En route, they''d questioned both Anna and Ms. West, learning that the woman who''d taken Ron had a long-standing feud with Ms. West That,bined with the dramatic nature of the incident, made it sound like a genuine abduction.

    Yet, following the trail here, they''d found the child safe in a hospital room¡ªnot at all the scene they''d expected.

    Still, moments ago, they''d seen the boy sobbing and fighting desperately, his cries filling the hallway. The situation was anything but straightforward.

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    Two officers fixed their sharp gazes on Lizetta as they questioned her.

    "Ma''am, the child''s guardian called the police and reported that you''d abducted the child and meant to harm him. We need you to cooperate with our investigation. Can you give us your name, and may we see your identification, please?¡±

    "Why did you take the child? What''s your rtionship to him? And what exactly were you doing with him just now?"

    As the officers stared her down, Lizetta''s eyes instead drifted to Ste.

    Ste''s lips quirked in the faintest smile before she slipped easily into a mask of panic. Her voice trembled as she spoke, sounding genuinely terrified.

    "Ron is just a child-he''s done nothing wrong! Liz, if you''re angry, take it out on me, please. Just don''t hurt the boy, I''m begging you."

    Ste''s shaky plea made it sound as if Lizetta truly had kidnapped Ron.

    Lizetta noticed that as soon as Ste finished, the officers'' suspicion sharpened still further.

    She almostughed at the absurdity, then turned to the officers and said calmly, "Officers, if I really meant to hurt the child, would I have brought him to the hospital? I was simply trying tofort him. As for my ID, I don''t have it with me."

    After all, nobody carries their identification around all the time.

    But the officers weren''t swayed. Their tone grew even firmer. "Then we''ll need you

    toe down to the station with us to give a statement and assist with the investigation."

    As they spoke, the two officers stepped forward as if to escort her away. At that moment, Ron¡ªwhether frightened or just ufortable in Anna''s arms¡ªlet out a piercing wail.

    The boy''s cries quickly drew a crowd outside the hospital room, people craning their necks to see what was happening.

    Seeing the police surrounding Lizetta, the onlookers began to whisper and point, eyes filled with suspicion and curiosity.

    "What did someone that pretty do to end up in trouble with the police?"

    "Who knows? If the cops are involved, she must''ve done something bad. ssic femme fatale, I guess."

    "Isn''t she the one who hurt that little kid? Just listen to him crying his heart out."

    Lizetta frowned, trying once more to exin. "Officers, the child is sick. His nanny wasn''t even paying attention to him when found tim he''d already copsed. That''s why I brought him here to the hospital. The doctors can vouch for this. I never tried to abduct or harm him.¡±

    Despite her clear exnation, the officers remained unmoved.

    ¡°Ma''am, pleasee with us to the station. We''ll get to the bottom of this, and if you''ve done nothing wrong, you''ll be released soon enough. Please cooperate."

    Outside the room, the crowd''s chatter grew louder.

    "She''s gorgeous, but what did she do?"

    "Who knows, but the police are here. She must have done something awful. Real snake in the grass, that one."

    "I heard she was rough with the baby. Just look how upset the poor kid is."

    As the gossip swirled, Ste slipped over to scoop Ron into her arms, her lips curling into a subtle, satisfied smile.

    She knew full well that a minor incident like this wouldn''tnd Lizetta in jail, but watching her get dragged down to the police station for a few hours was satisfying enough.

    That''ll teach Lizetta to meddle in

    West family business. She acts like she''s someone important-if it weren''t for Remington''s protection Ste would''ve made her pay a long time ago.

    Just as Ste was savoring her triumph, a deep,manding voice thundered from

    the doorway.

    "And what exactly do you need my girlfriend to cooperate with?" The man''s presence filled the room with authority. "I drove the boy here myself there''s an investigation to be done, perhaps I shoulde along as well to clear things up?"

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    Ste bit down hard, the sh of regret and resentment in her eyes gone in an instant.

    She knew that with Remington here now, she''d lost any chance of doing anything to Lizetta.

    She turned, facing Remington.

    He stood tall and imposing, every inch exuding an intimidating authority that made the crowd at the door instinctively step back and give him space.

    Remington strode inside, and Ste, holding Ron in her arms, hurried up to him.

    "Remington, what are you doing here?" she asked, her expression feigning astonishment.

    Remington didn''t even nce at her. He walked straight past, heading for Lizetta.

    He''d juste from the doctor''s office-right after he stepped into the hallway to take a call from Cedric, all hell had apparently broken loose.

    "Are you alright?" Remington asked gently, reaching for Lizetta''s hand as he stopped by her side.

    Lizetta shook her head. ¡°I''m fine. But these two officers have been misled¡ªthey''re convinced I tried to kidnap Ron.¡±

    Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Remington slipped his arm around her waist and turned to the officers.

    "I''ve already exined," he said, his tone calm butmanding. "I was with her-l drove my girlfriend here myself. So if you think she''s a suspect, I suppose I must be one too?"

    The officers didn''t know who Remington was, but the way he carried himself¡ªand the authority in his words-made it clear he wasn''t someone to be trifled with.

    Neither dared make a move. One of them turned to Ste.

    "Ms. West, you called this gentleman by name just now. Do you know each other?" The officer remembered Ste addressing the man as "Remington." He wasn''t sure who exactly this was, but the name sent a jolt of anxiety through him.

    Ste pinched her fingertips, then stepped forward, speaking quickly to Remington.

    ¡°Remington, Ldidn''t know you were here. Anna told me Lizetta suddenly ran out and grabbed Ron. I know Liz has always misunderstood me, and she never liked Ron''s mother, Eve, the day Ron was

    born...

    paused, forcing tears

    into her voice. "I was just so worried about Ron. I panicked, afraid Lizetta might do something

    reckless¡ªsomething we''d all regret so I called the police. I''m sorry, I misunderstood everything."

    She turned to the officers. "It was my mistake. I want to withdraw theint. Sorry for the trouble."

    Ste had rehearsed this; if the

    police could take Lizetta away, great.

    If not, she still looked like the

    concerned, anxious mother in front of Remington. Her reason for calling was perfectly sound after all, Ron''s birth had kept Remington from being there for Lizetta, and Lizetta had lost her own child. It made sense for Lizetta to resent Ron, perhaps even want to harm him. That subtle reminder of what had happened that night? It was a win-win.

    Or rather, a win-win-win.

    The officers, seeing her drop theint, nodded and turned to leave.

    But Remington''s voice stopped them cold. "Hold on."

    They froze, turning back to face him.

    Remington''s tone was even, but icy. "You''re not going to take in the person who filed

    a false report and give her a little lesson?"

    The officers hesitated, ncing at Ste.

    Ste, caught off guard, immediately

    looked stricken and flustered. She

    waved her hands. "No, I swear, ¡ý

    didn''t file a false report! I really thought something terrible was happening, I¡ª"

    Remington cut her off, addressing the officers. "Which precinct are you from?

    Haven''t you figured out whether this is a false report or not? Do I need to call your chief myself to rify?"

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    The man''s voice was cold andmanding, causing the two officers to exchange uneasy nces.

    They had their own opinions, of course. From Ste''s frantic call to the police to her sudden withdrawal of theint, the whole episode reeked of recklessness. There was no mistaking it¡ªshe was clearly targeting the elegant young woman standing before them, making their entire visit feel like a farce.

    But it was also obvious, at least to experienced officers like them, that Ste had made a false report. Still, the West family was no ordinary household-and certainly not one they could afford to offend.

    So they swallowed their frustration. Just as one officer was about to dismiss the incident as a misunderstanding, his partner quickly tugged his sleeve and whispered something in his ear.

    The first officer''s expression shifted. He stole a wary nce at Remington, then immediately changed his tone.

    "Mr. Dashiell is right. Filing a false police report is a serious matter, and we''ll need to bring Ms. West in for questioning."

    He addressed Remington as "Mr. Dashiell" now-clearly, his partner had just clued him in on Remington''s true identity.

    Turning to Ste, they said, "Ms. West, pleasee with us."

    Just like that, the tables had turned. Ste was now the one about to be escorted out, just as they''d treated Lizetta moments before.

    Ste''s face drained of color, and the wound on her forehead started throbbing painfully. She pressed a hand against her brow. "I wasn''t lying! My nephew was snatched off the street, and Anna told me that Lizetta didn''t even say a word-she just grabbed the child and drove off! I panicked and called the police! Anna, please, tell them what happened!"

    She reached back to clutch Anna, who hurried forward to exin.

    "Yes, yes, it''s true. Miss Ste was just worried about little Ron. It''s my fault-I

    forgot to mention that Mr. Dashiell was with Lizetta at the time.¡±

    Ste looked at Remington, her hand slipping from her forehead as blood began to seep through the bandage, making her look even more pitiful.

    "Remington, I was only worried

    about Ron. Maybe I overreacted, but I.didn''t do anything to hurt Lizetta. Do you really have to treat me like this?" .

    Tears welled in her eyes, but Remington was unmoved. He replied coldly, "Enough. If you really cared about Ron, you wouldn''t have left him crying nonstop."

    Ever since the officers stormed in, Ron had been terrified, sobbing and wailing without pause.

    Now, in Anna''s arms, the toddler reached out for Lizetta, his chubby face streaked with tears.

    Ste hesitated, then moved to take Ron, but he iled and squirmed, identally pping both Ste and Anna across the face with his tiny hands.

    "That''s enough, Ms. West. Pleasee with us," one officer said, stepping forward and taking Ste by the arm.

    Normally, they wouldn''t dare cross the West family, but with Remington backing them, things were different.

    As Ste wasted away, she realized Remington wasn''t going to let her off the hook. She called out to Anna in desperation "It was just a misunderstanding Anna can vouca for me! Ask her! She knows I didn''t mean to file a false report

    Anna started to step forward, but Lizetta suddenly strode over and reached out for Ron.

    Ron clearly adored Lizetta. The moment she drew near, his cries quieted, and he leaned into her arms.

    Lizetta scooped him up with practiced ease, shooting Anna a sharp, icy re. Anna recoiled, startled by the intensity of Lizetta''s gaze, and instinctively let go.

    With Ron safely in her arms, Lizetta looked straight at the officers and said, "Officers, I''d like to file a report as well."

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    Two police officers stopped in their tracks, beads of cold sweat gathering on their brows.

    Why was there trouble again? All they wanted now was to get out of here as quickly as possible. Tangling with the wealthy elite was never a good idea, and these people were all far beyond their pay grade.

    But then there was Lizetta, standing at Remington''s side, with his arm draped protectively around her waist-clearly another person they couldn''t afford to cross.

    The officers straightened up, adopting their most respectful manner.

    "Ma''am, can you tell us what you''re reporting?"

    Lizetta held Ron close in her arms, her gaze icy as she swept her eyes over to Anna.

    Anna''s face went instantly pale. She ducked her head, fidgeting nervously with her hands.

    Seeing Anna''s guilty expression only fueled Lizetta''s anger.

    She pointed squarely at Anna and Ste. ¡°I''m reporting them for long-term child abuse."

    Anna''s head snapped up. "That''s not true! Ms. Gardenia, you can''t just throw usations around like that!"

    Turning to Ste, she pleaded, ¡°Ma''am, you know I''ve always done my utmost for young Ron. You''ve seen it yourself. And now Ms. Gardenia is saying that you, of all people, would mistreat Mr. Ron? That''s outrageous! You''re Mr. Ron''s closest aunt; you''ve cared for him as if he were your own son. We servants can all vouch for it. Ms. Gardenia, you can''t just get upset and call the police because Ma''am was worried about the boy-then turn around and nder her! If anyone''s making a false report here, it''s you."

    Anna''s voice grew louder, ringing with the tone of a wronged loyalist defending her employer.

    But all of it was just a smokescreen for her own anxiety. During her time as a nanny for the West family, she''d learned Ste had a vicious temper and was quick tosh

    out.

    Especiallytely-after Ste had broken a rib and been confined at home for weeks, her mood had grown worse by the day.

    Ron, frail since birth, cried often, and every time he wailed, Ste would lose her temper.

    Anna, after being yelled at or pped, would take out her frustration on Ron instead.

    She always made sure to cover the boy''s mouth with a towel or something soft to muffle his cries when she pinched or hit him At first, she''d worried someone would find out

    But soon enough, she realized Ste''s concern for Ron was only skin-deep. In truth, she barely cared about the child at all.

    So Anna grew bolder, focusing all her efforts on pleasing Ste, not caring for the

    boy.

    Earlier, when she saw Lizetta

    unbutton Ron''s shirt, Anna knew she

    was in trouble. She was already

    prepping her defense, ying the

    innocent even turning the

    usation around.

    Ste''s eyes grew red-rimmed. "Liz, what are you talking about? Ron is the West

    family''s only heir. Why would I ever mistreat him, let alone with the nanny?"

    She swayed on her feet, visibly humiliated.

    Lizetta clutched Ron tighter, letting out a coldugh.

    "Did I say you were abusing Ron specifically? Funny how you both can''t wait to defend yourselves¡ªmakes you look even guiltier, don''t you think?"

    Ste and Anna both froze, their faces stiffening.

    Ste frowned, voice brittle. "Liz, there''s only one child here-Ron. If you''re using us of abusing a baby, of course we''d think you meant him.¡±

    Anna nodded quickly, tears streaming down her face.

    "Ms. Gardenia, you really can''t use us like this. I''ve cared for Mr.

    Ron since

    he was born. He was

    premature, with a weak heart. If not for my dedication, he wouldn''t have grown so well. M. Bon adores men don''t you, sweetheart?"

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