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.”

not asking for a fortune; I’m your mother for crying out loud. After all, I raised you. Is it such a crime

snatch Lizetta’s purse, wanting to rummage

stumbling a step back, livid as she pointed and cursed, “How dare you lay hands on your mother!

“I’m not giving you a penny! Make a scene wherever you like. I can’t wait to be divorced. If you want

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had fallen from Lizetta’s bag last

considering divorce, are you? Look, drop the money thing;

chased out of the ward, fuming as she stared at Lizetta’s retreating

look back once.

grand a month as a token of respect,

turning around, “Evelina gives you 2 thousand a

me, I ask Eve. She’s dutiful, not cold–hearted like you, living the high life while

thoughts on Remington’s injury, and made a

couldn’t

Night fell.

half–asleep, was jolted awake by the relentless vibration of her phone. Frowning. she

When are you coming back?”

cut through the silence of the

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

again, “Forgot to mention, Mrs. Dashiell, if you’re so inclined to come back and warm my bed, I wouldn’t say no.”