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

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

the drawer slid open, he took out a brocade box and a diary.

hand when Lizetta smashed the cake against

found there was a top–notch, heirloom jade bangle

caressed the bangle,

grip was so tight that his veins popped on the hand, as if he was about

violent emotions was quickly suppressed, he eventually placed the bangle

closed, as if it would never see its owner again, and would be forever sealed

box back into the drawer, and the diary that came with it

a familiar handwriting full of character–a stream of tender thoughts from a young

1196th day

hied

the handwriting, which was the silent testimony of a young girl’s

was that Lizetta had learned to write by

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

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

the project cooperation document, Remington ignored him.

but after one sip, Timothy scrunched his face and set

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

Remington’s desk, leaned over, and took the

touched his own coffee, Remington paid no mind to

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