Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 151

“I just received a call from Mr. Lucian Dashiell. The lady has been taken to the hospital with a high fever.”

Cedric didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Remington was already on the move.

Cedric scrambled to follow, while Evelina was still trying to catch up, only to see them already stepping into the elevator.

She hustled to catch up but missed the elevator by a hair.

Stomping her foot in frustration, fortunately, at this moment, the waiter she had asked earlier sent her the photo he had taken.

Evelina’s expression softened as she looked at the photos, and she quickly forwarded them to Lizetta.

Lucian had to grill Yolanda to get Lizetta’s current address.

He rushed over, knocked for a long time with no answer, then got the passcode from Yolanda to let himself

1. in.

Inside, Lizetta was indeed out of it with fever.

Lucian scooped her up into the car, wrapped an ice pack in a towel for her forehead to cool her down, and by the time they were near the hospital, Lizetta finally regained her consciousness.

When Remington got to the hospital, Lizetta had just been wheeled into the ward.

The man strode quickly to the ward door and was about to pull it open when he caught sight through the window of Lucian giving Lizetta a drink.

shoulder, holding the cup, being super careful with every move

Lizetta, all cozy in his arm, tilting her head up and taking sips like a good girl.

next bed was watching with a big grin

is both a

couldn’t watch or listen anymore, and burst through the

in a gust of cold air, the man with the commanding presence immediately drew everyone’s attention

furrowed her brows

*Remi,” Lucian greeted.

could say more, Remington walked over, took the cup from his hand, and

for tonight, it’s getting late, you

his cold demeanor, was a bit worried and

and the atmosphere being as

grew even colder,

“Alright,” Lucian nodded.

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leaned over and caught the hem

I’ll be fine once I’m done with the

trouble Remi

looked indifferently at

alcohol on Hemmation, and thinking of the photo with bright lights

his gaze fented on the small hand clutching

remembered how, when I trotta was atch on a child,