Chapter 100

“If you’ve got something to say, talk with me,” before Remington’s voice trailed off, Lizetta, draped in a bathrobe, got up and swiped the phone away.

Lizetta hopped off the bed and strutted over to the balcony, her voice tight with tension.

“Is he dead?”

“He’s been revived and is out of danger, moved to a regular ward.”

Lucian, standing at the end of the hospital hallway, heard Lizetta’s long sigh of relief through the phone and arched his lips upwards, “Feeling better now? Get some rest; I’ll take care of the rest for you.”

“Thanks, Lucian,” Lizetta, leaning on the railing, let out a relieved smile. No matter what, the guy didn’t kick the bucket, and that took a load off her mind.

Lucian, however, touched his nose, “Did I just rain on your parade with Remi? Remi’s got quite the temper. Better hang up now.”

Before Lizetta could even catch on, the call was ended. Lizetta clutched the phone, her cheeks turned a shade of red as she realized Lucian got the wrong end of the stick.

She turned and walked back into the room, only to find Remington stepping out of the dressing room.

Stunned by his ready–to–go outfit, she approached him, handing back the phone as she explained, “I ran into some bikers today, got mugged, lost my phone and bag. Just now Lucian called to say they found my bag.”

a cold face, he snatched the phone, tucked

out this late? Oh, did you change the dressing? Let me do it for yo

you.”

temporarily return to Oakridge Heights was all because of the gash on Remington’s arm. Plus, she was a

pulled his sleeve back, “No need, who

watched his fading figure,

car sound faded

his own wife? Had he forgotten? Lizetta swayed slightly, realizing she had been

going. She stepped inside; the hot water had

bed afterward with her eyes closed, but all she could see

seemed to linger on the pillows and blankets.

maze–like alleys, footsteps shadowing her relentlessly. No matter how she tried to escape, she couldn’t

“Ahh!”

a cold sweat as if she had been pulled from water.

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downstairs to find Edith emerging from the dining room. “Mrs. Dashiell, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it

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