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

office, and after sitting for a moment, Remington reached out and

slid open, he took out a brocade box

brocade box was the one on hand when Lizetta smashed the cake

box, he found there was a top–notch, heirloom jade bangle

the bangle, and

clenched the bangle; his grip was so tight that his veins popped on the hand, as if he was about to crush it to pieces.

the surge of uncontrolled, violent emotions was quickly suppressed, he eventually

was closed, as if it would never see

drawer, and the diary that came

the old pages revealed a familiar handwriting full of character–a

day I’ve loved Lucian.

was hied with Lucian’s name

teardrops blurred the handwriting, which was the silent

learned to

so similar to his to write these words, she’d

at the diary, his gaze heavy with shadows, then he suddenly

The next day.

the Starlight Group for a project meeting. After it ended, he insisted on tagging along with Remington back to his office for a cup of

the project cooperation document,

brought Timothy his coffee, but after one sip, Timothy scrunched his face and set it down. He looked

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

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

not touched his own coffee, Remington paid no mind

after, “This is just as bad. Who