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 Ms. Hawthorne?

for a moment, Remington reached

took out a

box was the one on hand when Lizetta smashed the cake against the car

there was a top–notch,

gently caressed the bangle, and his

the bangle; his grip was so tight that his veins popped on the hand, as

quickly suppressed, he eventually placed

box was closed, as if it would never see its

the diary that came

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

is the 1196th day I’ve loved

was hied

teardrops blurred the handwriting, which was the silent

Lizetta had learned to write by copying his

to his to write these words,

he suddenly lifted his

The next day.

he insisted on tagging along with Remington

in the project cooperation document, Remington ignored

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

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

took the cup of coffee in front of Remington, taking a

own coffee, Remington paid no mind to

frowned soon after, “This is just as bad. Who