Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 259

“I’m heading back with you to drop Granny off,” Remington chimed in, as if he caught on to Lizetta’s confusion and decided to clear it up.

Lizetta frowned, “You better stay here and take care of Ms. Hawthome”

“Look at you, playing the generous card,” Remington snorted.

Lizetta thought he was off his rocker, couldn’t be bothered with him, and flipped him an elegant eye roll before turning away.

Fiona, or ine other hand, turned to Remington and gave it to him straight.

“Scram! Can’t you see Liz can’t stand you?”

Remington, with one hand in his pocket, sidestepped to open the elevator for them and said, “Well, Granny, you can stand me, so that’s something.”

Fiona let out a laugh, “I can’t stand you! I don’t have a cheating scumbag of a grandson! I want to live a couple more years, and seeing you just gets my blood boiling, shortening my life. Get lost, I don’t need your help!”

Fiona almost swung her cane again.

Yet, despite their clear disdain, Remington acted like he didn’t notice a thing and stepped into the elevator with them.

As the elevator slowly descended, Remington turned his head towards Lizetta and said, “Hand me a tissue.”

Lizetta didn’t budge; she knew Remington was a germaphobe and had just touched the elevator buttons, so he was definitely looking to clean his hands.

wiping them would drive

that’s his problem,

to hear, even shifted closer to Fiona, giving Remington nothing but the back of her perfectly rounded head.

and he let out

got a temper

Lizetta with his elbow. Lizetta was so done with him, she shifted again, not even glancing

to back off, but to her surprise, he suddenly

their fingers, rubbing his palm against hers, his fingertips deliberately grazing the back

won’t give me a tissue, we might

She yanked her hand back with

“Thanks.”

the wipe, he snatched

closed her eyes, trying to control her temper,

side face, Remington’s thin

he saw Lizetta, with a look of

cold, an icy

grandson’s petty

she couldn’t

time to make a good impression, he did nothing, hurt

though he was her own grandson,

to her other side, placing herself between them, and let