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.

brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Lizetta for help.

if the kid wasn’t sticking up for her, Lizetta wouldn’t stand

hand and bit down hard on the man’s wrist. She was really putting her back into it because she was steamed..

Remington got all fired up and protective? He didn’t even think twice about laying a hand

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heartbroken, wishing she could take a chunk out of Remington, tasting the metallic tang of blood almost

Remington let go, and Lizetta, stumbling, managed to steady Joseph. When she looked up again, Evelina was

clung to him, her pale face showing off a huge bruise on

bad. I’m scared. Boo–hoo. I think my hand’s broken. What if I can’t ever play the violin

collapse, and Remington, with a slight furrow in his brows and a chill in his deep eyes, wrapped an

you

turned to ice. She was his wife, but there

in his eyes. Lizetta felt humiliated, tugged at her lip, but before she could say anything, Joseph,

“Joseph!”

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

Lizetta, thinking of his illness, was filled with worry and

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