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.

in mind, it didn’t seem

“You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you lie and say Lizetta

no way she’d play ball. If you found out she was kept in the dark, wouldn’t you have raised hell and cut ties with us over that girl? I told you that so you might think she was already considering it and stay out of it, let her obediently trot off to the White family. But who knew,

after that.”

what spell Lizetta had cast on Remington that made him keep siding with that girl against his own

on Hanna, “I hope that’s all there

an inexplicable chill.

still my wife. If anyone dares to trash–talk her again, I’m not going to stand by, and that

“What are you implying? What are you going to do to your own mother? Haven’t you

the servants moved in to

on the sofa, her chest heaving, her complexion turning a ghastly

the window, ducking back and darting to

Pph

and immediately instructed Ray

night from four years

who were in and out of Liz’s room that night, the

paper sachet with the powdered drug didn’t just magically

the person who tampered with things meant getting closer to