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.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Dashiell, didn’t bring it

to

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

my pocket

the phone to

steady voice came through quickly.

as gold, just sitting here cursing you to step in dog poop, get stuck in traffic every time you drive, choke every time you drink, trip over your own feet, have bad luck if you

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

of the

chest, sending

heard him laugh with such pleasure, she thought he

annoyance grew, “What’s so funny?”

are

laughter faded, his voice

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cutely, not a hint of venom,

all, was still tender

a softness seemed to crumble

eat. If the servants can’t make it, tell me, I’ll bring it home after work, or we can go out and eat together

softly, but Lizetta’s

servants let me out, I promise, I won’t leave for now, okay? I need to