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.

straight, saying, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not that into women who throw themselves at

be new developments from the police station, so she hurriedly picked up the phone, and her face changed

identity for her prenatal checkup, and left Jenny’s name. She had taken sleeping pills today, worried and restless; she had asked Jenny

quickly hung up.

you picking up?” Just as she let out a sigh

heart skipped a beat, and the clothes she was holding dropped to

her guilt and glared at

slightly, but Remington’s scrutinizing gaze didn’t waver

you went with for the prenatal checkup?

clothes again

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

when his figure vanished into the living room did Lizetta collapse onto the couch. Exhausted, thinking. of Yolanda still at the police station and her fruitless visit, she

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the villa, scrolling through her phone contacts, considering asking Lucian for help.

in front of her, and the driver, Christ, lowered the window, “Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell asked me to take you to the police station.”