Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 48

Lizetta whipped her head around and saw two rows of security in black 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 collar, and hoisted the now tall and skinny kid up.

“Remi! I’m sorry! Ugh, I can’t breathe! Liz, save me!”

Joseph was flailing, 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 collar with one hand, but the man’s grip was surprisingly strong, his palm and fingers. like iron bars, and Lizetta couldn’t budge it.

face were turning red, his eyes brimming

the kid wasn’t sticking up for her, Lizetta wouldn’t stand for anyone messing with her little brother, not

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

little roughed up, Remington got all fired up and protective? He didn’t even think twice about

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a chunk out of Remington, tasting the

steady Joseph. When she looked up again, Evelina was already in

showing off a

my hand’s broken. What if I can’t ever play the violin again? It really

slight furrow in his brows and a chill in his deep

you two have

like her blood had turned to ice. She was his wife, but there he went, naturally

weigh as much as one Evelina in his eyes. Lizetta felt humiliated, tugged

“Joseph!”

ground with him in her arms. She frantically caressed Joseph’s face, “Joseph? What’s wrong

of his illness, was

his name was useless, she instinctively looked to Remington for help. But Remington just