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.”

shook her head, “Sorry, Mrs.

need to call

didn’t even twitch as she fished out her phone

me, the phone was in my pocket all along. Let

dialed and handed the phone to

voice came through quickly. Is

as good as gold, just sitting here cursing you to step in dog poop, get stuck in traffic every time you drive, choke every time you

not even halfway done, when a low, magnetic chuckle sounded from

of the line.

chest, sending electric shivers straight

him laugh with such pleasure, she thought he

grew, “What’s so funny?”

are quite adorable”

laughter faded, his voice lifting slightly.

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so sweetly and cutely, not a hint of venom, what damage could it

after all, was still tender towards

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

stressed lately. Just rest up at home, let Edith know whatever you want to eat. If the servants can’t make it, tell me,

softly, but Lizetta’s frown

I promise, I won’t leave for