Chapter 93

“No worries, you were just defending yourself, not committing murder! You did an awesome job, Liz, super brave, protecting yourself. That guy had it coming!”

Lucian wrapped his arms around Lizetta, comforting 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!”

“You’re almost falling apart, and yet you’re worried

onto

and showed her the phone screen, “See? It’s not Remi’s call; it’s the lawyer I got for you. Relax, if you don’t

wasn’t Remington who had called. She followed the female cop to get the examination

the lawyer, his gaze lingering on her frail figure, his feelings mixed. He knew why Lizetta had reached out to him tonight instead

twelve–year–old girl nearly molested by a staff member at a dance institute; too scared to speak up afterward, she

after pressing her, found out. Remington grabbed a golf club and nearly beat

of adulthood, even

made it well–known in Zion City’s upper echelons that in the Dashiell family, Lizetta was Remington’s cherished little sister, untouchable by

about history repeating itself, which was why she

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

pulled out an alcohol wipe to clean her

it myself,” Lizetta took the wet wipe.

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

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hand, playfully mussing Lizetta’s hair. Lizetta hissed, ‘shrinking her

hurt? To

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