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.

Could it be that the boss actually has a thing

after sitting for a moment, Remington reached out and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk.

slid open, he took out a brocade box

one on hand when Lizetta smashed the cake against the car

a top–notch, heirloom jade bangle from the

gently caressed the bangle, and

so tight that his veins popped on

quickly suppressed,

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

the diary that came with it fell

the diary opened, the old pages revealed a familiar handwriting full of character–a stream of tender thoughts from

the 1196th day

prow was hied with Lucian’s

few teardrops blurred the handwriting, which was the silent testimony of a young girl’s secret

Lizetta had learned to write by copying

similar to his to write these words, she’d protest if you called

stared at the diary, his gaze heavy with shadows, then he suddenly lifted his foot and stomped

The next day.

he insisted on tagging along with Remington back

project cooperation document,

one sip, Timothy scrunched his face and set it down. He

deal here, why does your coffee taste different? Don’t tell me you’re messing with me on ригрове.”

to Remington’s desk, leaned over, and took the cup of coffee in front of

touched his own coffee, Remington paid no mind to

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