Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 201

“Granny, I was also going to…”

As Remington took off, Lizetta was getting ready to say her goodbyes and follow suit, but Fiona grabbed her arm.

“Liz, hang on a sec, I’ve got something.”

Fiona glanced over to Tina standing by, who nodded and went off to do her bidding.

Lizetta was a bit puzzled, but soon enough she saw Tina dragging Shirley over, who was putting up quite the fight and looking as sick as a dog.

“Let go of me, Tina! I can walk by myself!”

Shirley was brought over; as soon as she spotted Lizetta sitting next to Fiona, her face soured even more, and she shot Lizetta a death glare.

It was all Lizetta’s fault.

She had come over to the old house to chill today, but Granny happened to overhear her poking fun at Lizetta with her girlfriends on the phone.

Granny was steamed. Shirley was supposed to hit the mall with her squad, but instead. she got grounded, with her cellphone confiscated, and was ordered to spend the morning in reflection.

“You’ve been ‘reflecting‘ all morning, and for what, right? It’s been a complete wash. Now apologize to your sister–in–law, and make it snappy!” Fiona said sternly to Shirley.

to stay just to

in her eyes, she retorted, “Granny, I’m your flesh and blood! How

my flesh–and–blood granddaughter–in–law. Don’t play the victim here. I’m fair and square and I only judge by what’s right

sorry to Lizetta that easily, stubbornly clamped her

back to your room and reflect some more!

quickly swallowed her pride and said to Lizetta, “I’m sorry,

Lizetta said with a smirk, “What’s that? Sorry, who? I didn’t quite catch

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“It’s vo

words through clenched teeth, before

a few more words with Fiona, Lizetta also said her

Over the years, what have you done besides running to Granny to tattle? Granny’s just soft–hearted and feels sorry for you, and

give her the time of day, not even turning her head.

well, but no matter how fancy the treatment, it’s just a plaything! Let me tell you, Eve is carrying Remi’s baby now, and you’ll

off Shirley’s grip, “Done

briskly, treating Shirley as if she was indeed just a yapping dog, not worth her time to argue with an

her foot in rage, “Who’s barking?! Don’t think I didn’t get that you just called me a