Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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!”

teeth, “You’re almost falling apart, and yet you’re worried about someone else. Lizetta, you’re silly!”

did was hold onto him, “Don’t tell

patting her hand, 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 want to tell him, I’ll keep it under wraps for

let go only after confirming it wasn’t Remington who had called. She followed the female cop to get the

on her frail figure, his feelings mixed. He knew why Lizetta had reached out to him tonight instead of Remington.

years ago, Lizetta had gone through something similar. A twelve–year–old girl nearly molested by a staff member at a dance

was eventually Remington who noticed something was wrong and after pressing her, found out.

shy of adulthood, even the formidable influence of the Dashiell

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

worried about history repeating itself, which was why she didn’t want Remington to

and the lawyer had sorted everything out, completing the bail process, Lucian took her straight out of the police station. He left his

backseat, he pulled out an alcohol

can do it myself,” Lizetta took the wet

just held 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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mussing Lizetta’s hair. Lizetta

hurt? To the hospital!”