Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 108

She strutted over and plopped down on the edge of the hospital bed, fussing with her manicured nails.

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to hit up my in–laws; they’re a couple of sweethearts. Or maybe I’ll swing by the Starlight Group and corner my dear son–in–law.”

*Over my dead body!” Lizetta stopped dead in her tracks, whirling around to shoot Jolin a piercing glare.

It was Jolin’s constant badgering for money from the Dashiell family that made her feel like she couldn’t hold her head high.

But why would Jolin care about her daughter’s well–being? She was only ever out for number one, laughing all shamelessly.

“You’re the precious lady of the Dashiell family, aren’t you? Just be a good girl, fork over the cash, and we’re square.”

Lizetta felt a chill run through her, but she couldn’t chain down Jolin’s legs. She had given Jolin access to her cards, but her mom’s greed knew no bounds.

Lizetta had lost her temper, threatened, pleaded, but Jolin was like a stone wall; she only wanted to leech off Lizetta.

Not a dime did Lizetta give, and Jolin would go and block Nathan at the entrance to the Dashiell Group.

It was an ugly scene, not long after she and Remington had tied the knot. Nathan had summoned her to the mansion’s study, didn’t scold her, and just left her standing there all night long.

Came morning, and his secretary handed her a card with a message, “The Dashiell family has taken care of you without expecting anything in return, but the least you could do is not drag our name through the mud over and over.”

After all, I raised you. Is it such a crime to spend a little of your money?”

and snatch Lizetta’s purse, wanting

livid as she pointed and cursed, “How dare

a penny! Make a scene wherever you like. I can’t wait to be divorced. If you want to add fuel to the fire, be my guest.”

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and left, Jolin recalling the divorce papers that had fallen from Lizetta’s bag last time, panic

you? Look,

chased out of the ward, fuming as she stared at Lizetta’s retreating figure, who didn’t

look back once.

as a token of respect, what’s the big deal if I

turning around, “Evelina gives you 2 thousand a month? Since when?”

I mean is, if you won’t give it to me, I ask Eve. She’s dutiful, not cold–hearted like you, living the high

with her anymore and simply walked away. She entered the elevator, thoughts on Remington’s injury, and made a detour to the hematology department to consult the doctor who had

Lizetta couldn’t help but laugh

Night fell.

of her

are you coming

through the silence of the

warm your bed? Mr. Dashiell, you’ve called

Mrs. Dashiell, if you’re so inclined to come back and warm my bed, I wouldn’t say