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.

baffled. Could it be that the boss actually has a thing

after sitting for a moment, Remington reached out and pulled open the bottom

out a brocade box

when Lizetta smashed the cake against the

there was a top–notch, heirloom jade bangle from the Dashiell family.

gently caressed the bangle, and

the bangle; his grip was so tight that his veins popped

violent emotions was quickly suppressed, he

would never see its owner again, and would

and the diary that

handwriting full of character–a stream

the 1196th day I’ve

hied

the handwriting, which was the silent testimony of a

that Lizetta had learned to write by copying his

to his to write these words, she’d protest

his gaze heavy with shadows, then he suddenly lifted his foot and

The next day.

meeting. After it ended, he insisted on tagging along with Remington back to

cooperation document, Remington ignored him.

after one sip, Timothy scrunched his face

does your coffee taste different? Don’t tell me you’re messing with me on

and took

not touched his own coffee, Remington paid no

as bad. Who made this, wasting