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 him nuts.

that’s his problem, not hers.

shifted closer to Fiona, giving

pursed slightly, and he

got a temper now.

Lizetta with his elbow. Lizetta was so done with him, she shifted again, not even glancing in Remington’s direction with the corner of her

would get him to back off, but to her surprise, he suddenly grabbed

interlocked their fingers, rubbing his palm against

if he was saying, “If you won’t give me a tissue,

over his childish antics. She yanked her hand back

“Thanks.”

the wipe, he snatched

eyes, trying to control her temper, and took out another

side face, Remington’s thin lips curved slightly.

the tissue, but then he saw Lizetta, with a look of disgust, vigorously wiping the hand he

handsome face turned cold, an icy vibe enveloping him.

grandson’s petty actions reflected in the elevator’s

damn cringeworthy she

nothing, hurt his wife’s

own grandson,

herself between them, and let out a weighty hum.