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.

utterly baffled. Could it be that the boss actually has a thing for Ms. Hawthorne?

for a moment, Remington reached out and pulled open the

he took out a

was the one on hand when Lizetta smashed the cake against the car window.

top–notch, heirloom

the bangle, and his

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

uncontrolled, violent emotions was quickly suppressed,

it would never see its owner again, and would be forever

box back into the drawer, and the diary

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

is the 1196th day I’ve loved

prow was hied with Lucian’s name

which was the silent testimony of a young girl’s secret

irony was that Lizetta had learned to write by copying his

to his to write these words, she’d

he suddenly lifted his foot and stomped down herd

The next day.

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

project cooperation document, Remington ignored him.

his face and set it down. He

coffee taste different? Don’t tell

desk, leaned over, and took the cup of coffee in front of Remington, taking a sip.

not touched his own coffee, Remington paid

as bad.