Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 63

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.

Elara trembled all over, her complexion 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.”

Elara 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 a complete set of replacement 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.

pursue further and drove

next morning that Lizetta saw Remington again. Coming out of the hallway, she saw the familiar car

smoking. Seeing her, he crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash, then started

to notice

frowned, “You didn’t get sick last night, did you?”

weather was cold; Evelina had developed a fever last night, and because she was pregnant, she couldn’t take medicine. With the servant taking care of her all night, Remington couldn’t

Lizetta, but this woman had blocked him, leaving him no

a slight fever last night, but she was in good health and had herself some hot water and felt much better by morning.

I remember now. Mr. Dashiell, you were busy last 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

turned

didn’t want her anymore, and she didn’t need his pretend concern now.

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suddenly gripped her shoulder tightly.

you did something wrong. and let others clean up the

her!” Lizetta retorted, struggling.

swim. Would she jump in

being squeezed, struggling to breathe, and she

believe her; she

said, “Whatever, if you think I was the one wicked enough to push her, you don’t need to pretend to

emotions in check, pushed Remington

rubbed his temples and caught

back!” he commanded

not being able to

tangle with him further. Silently,

I go now?”