Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 285

“What if I just have to go out Lizetta fumed, trying to barge through.

Two servants instantly squeezed together in front of her, forming a barricade of flesh, begging and pleading

“Mrs. Dashiell, I’m a single mom, my kid’s dad is a deadbeat gambler and drunk, totally unreliable, and jobs are hard to come by. Have a heart, please.”

“Mrs. Dashiell, you are the kindest soul, my mother’s half paralyzed at home, I can’t afford to lose my job.”

Lizetta was left speechless.

She once had a devil of a father who was a drunkard and gambler too, and a brother in a vegetative state.

She wasn’t sure if these servants were spinning tales or not, but she instantly felt their pain,

She’s always had a soft spot, and feeling suffocated, she turned around and marched upstairs.

Lizetta scampered off to the study, fired up the computer, only to find the internet was dead as a doornail. Fuming, she stormed out of the study, bumping into Edith who was bringing her a fruit platter.

Edith tried to reason with her, “Mrs. Dashiell, don’t butt heads with Mr. Dashiell. Just butter him up a bit, he really does care about you”

“Caring about me by keeping me prisoner? Oh, I’m just overwhelmed with gratitude

Lizetta rolled her eyes and reached out to Edith, “Hand over your phone, I need to use it.”

head, “Sorry, Mrs. Dashiell, didn’t bring it with me.”

to call Remington”

this, Edith’s face didn’t even twitch as she fished out her phone from her

that, silly me, the phone was in my pocket

dialed and handed the phone to

through quickly. Is she behaving? What is she up

drive, choke every time you drink, trip over your own feet, have

done, when a low, magnetic chuckle

the

through his chest, sending electric shivers straight to Lizetta’s ear

rarely heard him laugh with such pleasure, she thought he must be

“What’s so

are quite adorable”

laughter faded, his voice

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and cutely, not a hint of

heart, after all, was still tender towards him.

that thought, a softness seemed to crumble inside Remington too.

Edith know whatever you want to eat. If the servants can’t make it, tell me, I’ll

softly, but Lizetta’s

back the phone, let the servants let me out, I promise, I won’t