Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 238

Remington’s brows were knit together in a dark frown. That time when the White family came knocking to ask for Lizette hand, you said you told her and she was considering it, right?”

He blindsided her by dredging up something from four years ago, and Hanna was caught off guard, her fingers nervously pinching each.

other.

“Of course, that’s how it was. Why would you suddenly ask about that?”

“No! You never told Lizetta back then, and about the drug that night, don’t tell me it was also your doing?”

Remington pressed her with a heavy voice, determined to clear up the past today.

He hadn’t expected to catch Hanna and a few other ladies bad mouthing others. He knew Hanna wasn’t exactly Lizella’s number one fan, but he never thought she’d take it this far

“What are you on about, Remington? You’re my son, I’d move heaven and earth to give you the best of everything. Livetta’s got nothing going for her, why on earth would i drug you and help that ungrateful girl out? It must have been thist wolf in sheep’s clothing Lizetta who drugged you!”

Hanna fired back, her brows furrowed in anger.

“Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden? Has Lizetta been feeding you stories again? She’s on the verge of divorce and still can’t keep still, trying to drive a wedge between us!”

Remington’s gaze was fixed on her; it was clear as day that Hanno disliked Lizetta.

mind, it didn’t seem like Hanna’s

voice was firm, “You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you

girl? I told you that so you might think she was already considering it and stay out of it, let her

after that.”

that made him keep siding with

eyes were still on Hanna, “I hope that’s all there is to it.

an

tumed icy, “Lizetta and I are not divorced yet, she’s still my wife. If anyone dares to trash–talk her again, I’m not going

What are you going to do to your own mother? Haven’t you rebelled enough

and the servants moved in to console

the sofa, her chest heaving, her

small figure hid outside the window, ducking back and darting to his

Pph

of Riverbend Abbey and

that night from four years ago. Don’t

knee as he spoke with a deep gaze, “Focus on the servants who were in and

drug didn’t just magically appear in Lizetta’s trash

person who tampered with things meant getting closer to the real culprit.