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.”

for a fortune; I’m your mother for crying out loud. After all, I raised you. Is it such a crime to spend a little of

and snatch Lizetta’s purse, wanting to

away violently, sending Jolin stumbling a step back, livid as she pointed and cursed, “How dare you lay hands on

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

1/3

turned and left, Jolin recalling the divorce papers that had fallen from Lizetta’s

are you? Look, drop the money thing; just don’t do anything stupid”

ward, fuming as she stared at Lizetta’s retreating figure,

look back once.

me 2 grand a month as a token of respect, what’s the big deal if I

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

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

on Remington’s injury, and made a detour to the hematology department to consult the doctor

leaving the doctor’s office, Lizetta couldn’t help

Night fell.

jolted awake by the relentless vibration of her phone. Frowning. she grabbed

you? When are

cold as striking jade, cut through the silence of the night and

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

hang up when the man’s voice came through again, “Forgot to mention, Mrs. Dashiell, if you’re so inclined to come back and warm my bed, I wouldn’t say