Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 298

Lizetta felt a pit in her stomach, knowing all too well.

In Zion City, if Remington wanted to keep someone down, that person wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell.

Seeing Lizetta downcast and silent, clearly distressed, Evelina felt a surge of satisfaction and added.

“Liz, the beef between us grown–ups shouldn’t drag the kids into this mess. Our babies will get along just fine once they’re born. Don’t you want your little one to have an older bro to hang out with?”

Lizetta lifted her gaze and gave a cold, half–hearted smirk.

“Cut the crap, will you? You’re the one gluing yourself to me, calling me ‘sister‘ and now you want your kid to take after their mom and be shameless. Did you even bother to ask if they’re keen on picking up your acting skills?”

Evelina’s nails dug into her palm, but she managed a smile on her face.

“Why don’t you go home and ask Remington if he’d like the bun in your oven to call my kid elder brother?”

Evelina said this with confidence, her tone unwavering

She tilted up her chin, a triumphant and provocative glint in her eyes.

Lizella was sick and tired of having a sister like Evelina.

of her own baby calling Evelina’s kid

the deal with Evelina’s kid?

a chip off the old

Remington, there’s no

were both Remington’s uncle’s boys, settled down

fourth son and Shirley’s bro, well, he and Remington weren’t exactly

sense for Remington to meddle or go through the trouble of keeping

then, the elevator doors slid open.

mull it over any longer, she couldn’t wait to get away

abroad, Liz? if I’m not mistaken, did Remington chase you down after finding out you were pregnant? He actually has a soft spot for kids. He named a star after my kid as a gift. I wonder what surprise Remington has cooked up for the little one in your tummy?”

at Lizetta, implying that Remington didn’t love her

Lizetta hadn’t forgotten about the whole stap naming

stepped out of the elevator and the turned back to Evelina,

the performance, though. Shame I didn’t bring my purse to tip you catch you

a bright, carefree smile, waved her

began

retreating figure, her eyes filled with

Me, jealous of that fake heiress? That’s a laugh. All she’s good for is getting knocked up to keep a man. No wonder she has the guts to talk divorce with Remington – thinking she’s got the upper hand with his spawt in her belly, playing hard to get.