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. Dashiell, didn’t bring it with me.”

to call

she fished out her

look at that, silly me, the phone was in my pocket all along. Let me

the phone to

voice came through quickly. Is she behaving? What is she up

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 drink,

tirade, not even halfway done, when a low, magnetic

of the line.

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

with such pleasure, she thought he must

grew, “What’s

Dashiell you are quite adorable”

his voice lifting

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a hint of venom, what damage could

was still tender towards him.

a softness seemed

“The doctor said you’ve been 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, I’ll bring it home after work, or we can go out

but Lizetta’s

back the phone, let the servants let me out, I promise, I won’t leave for now, okay?