Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 156

Hospital parking lot.

The black Cullinan hadn’t even settled into the parking spot before its owner was ordered to scram from the hospital.

Cedric had picked up breakfast this morning and packed it in a thermal container, but didn’t manage to deliver it to the ward.

The tension inside the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. Remington, sitting in the back seat, had his usual poker face, but Cedric could feel a crushing and destructive vibe in the air.

He seriously felt like bursting into tears.

He thought that after the boss cared for the missus all night, they’d kiss and make up today.

But how did things get even worse?

All the way, Cedric was on pins and needles, not daring to utter a word.

Cedric thought the boss being like this would affect his work, but instead, Remington didn’t even go home to change. He headed straight to the Starlight Group.

He immediately got into work mode, and his efficiency that morning was through the roof, more than ever before.

After wrapping up the morning’s work and returning to the office, Cedric reported the afternoon’s schedule.

“Ms. Hawthorne’s solo concert. The lady of the house just called to remind you not to miss it.”

Remington nodded, signaling he got the message

Looks like he’s really going.

the boss actually has a thing for

Remington reached out and pulled open the

he took out a

when Lizetta smashed the cake against

was a top–notch, heirloom jade

gently caressed the bangle, and

tight that his veins popped on

uncontrolled, violent emotions was quickly suppressed, he eventually placed the bangle back in the

brocade box was closed, as if it would never see its owner again, and would be forever sealed in

back into the drawer, and the diary that

full of character–a stream

1196th day

hied

teardrops blurred the handwriting, which was the silent testimony

Lizetta had learned

these words, she’d protest if you

with shadows, then he suddenly lifted his foot

The next day.

for a project meeting. After it ended, he insisted on tagging along with

in the project cooperation document,

scrunched his face and set it down. He looked at Remington

taste different?

over to Remington’s desk, leaned over, and took the cup

coffee, Remington

frowned soon after, “This is just as bad. Who made this, wasting such good coffee