Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 237

“Mr. Remington is finally back on the market, isn’t it, Mrs. Dashiell? My folks have a daughter who’s about to graduate from an hy League school and retum home. Maybe she could join you for a cup of coffee.”

“Let’s not rush into anything”

Hanna’s voice chimed in casually, while Remington’s face was as unreadable as still water. He strode towards the drawing room.

“How can we not be in a hurry? Mr. Remington is pushing thirty, and your former daughter–in–law hasn’t given you any grandkids in two years. Ouchr

In the parlor, three ladies were arranging flowers with Hanna. Mrs Frost was the one speaking.

She hadn’t finished her sentence when she inadvertently looked up and saw Remington at the door.

The man wore a black mask, his expression hidden, which only made him look more stem and intimidating.

Mrs. Frost got such a scare, she pricked her finger on a rose thom, drawing blood.

She tumed pale and gave an awkward smile.

“Mr. Remington.”

Hanna turned her head, equally surprised to see Remington. She quickly put down the hydrangea she was holding, stood up, and greeted him with a smile.

“Remington, what brings you back? Mom was just chatting with friends about your marriage. They’re all very concerned about you.”

was cut off mid–sentence

gaze was sharp as ice, not moving from

wonder you and your husband have a brood of

for his philandering ways, fathering illegitimate children left and right, yet Mrs. Frost herself only had one daughter.

lung. Her face alternated

en? What el

her mouth but couldn’t utter a word against Remington’s icy stare.

husband was known to have thirteen bastards, and

that thought, Mrs. Frost grabbed her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to get to the bottom

gaze then swept over the

she sure beats raising someone else’s grandkid

year not to be her son’s child at all. This scandal was supposed to be tightly under wraps, and the kid

did Remington know?

she could say anything,

apologetically, “Mr. Remington, I misspoke, I’m

scurried

Hilary quickly followed suit.

minute, the parlor was left with only Hanna, her face a mask

vision darkening, glaring

you come back just to drive me to an early grave?”

her wonder how she would

Remington’s eyes were cold as he looked