Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 179

Lizetta bit her lip, “I just wanted to save Yoll, I thought…

Thought what? That I’d go soft on you? You think you can just show up, put on a little act, and I’d be at your beck and call?”

Lizetta’s unfinished words were effortlessly decoded by Remington.

And that just made him even more despicable. He saw right through her, just toying with her, and tears Welled up even more in Lizetta’s tightly shut eyes.

Remington was irritated by what he saw, his words growing sharper, “I only go soft for my sister and my wife. What are you now? Presenting yourself like some plaything, barely started and already blubbering? How low can you stoop!”

This was the girl he’d raised. Four years ago she’d been foolish enough to drug him, and now she hadn’t learned her lesson.

The thought that she’d rather degrade herself than return as Mrs. Dashiell made Remington wish he could crush her rebellious spirit.

Lizetta couldn’t handle the insults any longer. She opened her eyes, which were red with rage, “Yes, it was my fault! I’m low; I’ve learned my lesson. Oh, high and mighty Mr. Dashiell, can you let me go now? And stop acting like some debauchee who enjoys being seduced by my tricks!”

A vein throbbed on Remington’s forehead, and the hand on her waist suddenly clenched into a fist.

and stood straight, saying, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not that into

frantically grabbed her clothes to get dressed, while her phone kept ringing on the table. She feared there might be new developments from the police

had taken sleeping pills today, worried and restless; she had asked Jenny to consult the doctor. Lizetta hadn’t expected Jenny

quickly hung up.

sigh of relief,

the clothes

her guilt and glared at

scrutinizing gaze didn’t

went with for the prenatal checkup? Why is she contacting you?”

her clothes again and casually replied, “Don’t

excuses, which seemed to dispel Remington’s doubts as he turned and walked

Exhausted, thinking. of Yolanda still at the police station and her fruitless visit, she

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she left the villa, scrolling through her phone contacts, considering asking

the driver, Christ, lowered the window, “Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell asked me to take you to the police station.”