Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 92

Evelina yelped in pain, exerting quite a bit of effort as she lifted her teary, mascara–streaked 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 accident, 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 splashed 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.

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 it

turned and

up his phone from the coffee

away.

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

the police

screeched to a halt at

man stepped out from the driver’s seat, his face frosty, and he strode into

“Litchi!”

Lizetta, she was curled up in a chair, a senior policewoman comforting her non–stop.

her long hair

world,

head, those beautiful, unblemished hands

severity swirling in

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her brother,” he told the policewoman.

policewoman nodded and

carefully reaching for her

me! Let go!

reacted violently, flailing and scratching with her hands.