Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 231

“Keep up.”

In the car, when Remington momentarily opened his eyes, his expression gave nothing

ครบ away.

“Follow her,” he instructed, and on hearing this, the driver eased the car into motion,. trailing behind Lizetta at a distance.

It wasn’t long before Lizetta successfully hailed a cab.

“Sir, do we keep tailing her?” the driver asked cautiously.

It’s broad daylight; there shouldn’t be any danger.

Remington had only ordered to follow Lizetta because he was concerned that she might have been masking her emotions and could suddenly fall apart. But clearly, she hadn’t.

Remington’s gaze swept over the taxi’s license plate and he directed, “No need, head to the west suburbs.”

By the time Remington arrived, Cedric had already been having a field day with Jolin, Apollo, and another in an abandoned warehouse for quite some time.

The trio, so arrogant and scheming back at the hospital, were now tied up on chairs, doused in gasoline, their faces stricken with fear, shaking like leaves, and looking utterly pitiful.

Remington’s right–hand man, Ray, was sitting nearby with his legs crossed nonchalantly. toying with a box of matches.

Shhhk.

trio, teasing the flames of their anxiety. Each time, the fire came so close

lay scattered around them, their

it again,

truly regretted it now. If she had known that trying to outsmart Lizetta would backfire. and lead to such retribution from Remington’s people, she would have never made a fuss

something, will you?” Apollo yelled, just after a matchstick had whizzed

puddle had formed beneath

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next to her was a pool

the worst, weak and tear–streaked.

thinking that the bespectacled, seemingly gentle Cedric, who had been standing aside without laying a hand on anyone, would be more approachable than the menacing Ray, who looked like he had blood on his hands, Jolin,

all. Let me go, and from now on, whatever Mr. Dashiell says goes!

and vomited more bile.

around like that. If you accidentally hit a spark and go up in flames, we can’t be blamed, you

on the

door to the warehouse was pushed open.

in, and a tall male figure strode forward. The three desperate individuals turned to look, filled with both

seeing that it was Remington who had arrived, hope flickered across their faces, and they began

Liz’s birth mother. Even if I’ve erred, considering I brought Liz into this world, my mistakes surely don’t warrant

it’s all just a big misunderstanding. We’re family, there’s