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.

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

the table. She feared there might be new developments from the police station, so she hurriedly picked up the phone, and her face changed when she saw “Jenny Abott” on the caller

today, worried and

hung up.

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

beat, and the clothes she

showed suspicion. Lizetta pushed down her guilt and glared at Remington, her eyes red, “Do I look like

Remington’s scrutinizing gaze didn’t waver

went with for the prenatal

again and casually replied,

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

of Yolanda still

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10:47

down, she left the villa, scrolling through

the driver, Christ, lowered the window, “Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell asked me to take