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.”

off mid–sentence by

gaze was sharp as ice, not moving

their offspring by laying eggs? Mrs. Frost, no wonder you and your husband have a brood of eighteen. I

for his philandering ways, fathering illegitimate children

lung. Her face alternated between shades of red and

en? What el

opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word

have thirteen bastards, and now eighteen? else was he hiding from

her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to get to the

gaze then swept over the other two ladies.

wife might not be up to snuff, but she sure beats raising someone else’s grandkid

grandson had been revealed last year not to be her son’s child at all. This scandal was supposed to be

Remington know?

but before she could say anything, Remington’s gaze had already moved on to Tracy

said apologetically, “Mr. Remington, I misspoke, I’m so leave

her bag and scurried

Hilary quickly

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

chest, her vision darkening,

were all my guests! Remington, did you come back just to drive me to an early grave?”

made her embarrassed, making her wonder how she would face the social circle

cold as he looked at the deeply