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.

one, flicked his finger, and the burning match flew towards the trio, teasing the flames of

around them, their hearts

we won’t dare do it again,

Lizetta would backfire. and lead to such retribution from Remington’s people,

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

beneath him, his control evidently

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the smell of gasoline, and next to her was a

worst, weak and

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, chair and all, shuffled towards Cedric,

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

and vomited

around like that. If you accidentally hit a spark and go up in

terror, on the verge of

at this moment that the door

male figure strode forward. The three desperate individuals turned to look, filled with both hope and fear.

Remington who had arrived, hope flickered across their faces, and they began to cry out

I am Liz’s birth mother. Even if I’ve erred, considering I

Dashiell, it’s all just a big misunderstanding. We’re family, there’s no need for deep