Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 324

The news eventually made its rounds among the elite, some saying that Martin, a company CEO, couldn’t even handle a bit of drama, which was quite unbecoming of a man.

But as a woman, who wouldn’t want a husband like Martin?

Over the years, despite Barbara’s blindness and deteriorating health, Martin remained by her side, their marriage an enviable blend of love and loyalty.

The only cloud over their happiness was the tragic loss of their only son, Quentin, a misfortune that stirred compassion even among the happiest of families.

Lizetta couldn’t help but step forward, looking at Barbara she said, “Mrs. Barbara, you need to take care of yourself. That way, Quinn can rest in peace, knowing you’re okay.”

Barbara turned towards Lizetta’s voice.

Perhaps finding the voice unfamiliar, she grasped Remington’s hand and asked, “Who’s that?”

Remington turned around, took Lizetta by the hand, and brought her closer, saying, “Barbara, this is my wife, Lizetta.”

As he spoke, Remington brought Lizetta’s hand to join his in holding Barbara’s.

But Barbara’s demeanor cooled instantly, and she shook off Lizetta’s hand forcefully, saying, “What do you mean, ‘rest in peace‘? Nonsense! Quinn is just fine, handling business abroad. Stop cursing my son, get out! I want you to leave!”

Barbara’s reaction was fierce, and Lizetta, taken aback by the sudden push and Barbara’s harsh words, staggered back.

worried and anxious, stepped forward, inadvertently bumping into

edge of a nightstand,

him on the phone,” Martin tried to soothe Barbara. Remington had not expected Barbara to

silently sighed

realized Barbara must have been upset by some online trolls, overwhelmed by

calm down.”

to comfort her. Barbara coughed a few times, then angrily said, “Remington, she’s

stood there, utterly bewildered.

wanted to offer comfort and had not anticipated such a

looked at Remington, who briefly met her gaze

outside,” he said.

parted as if to say something, but before she could, Remington had already

a pang of discomfort

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couldn’t really blame

turned and left the room, closing

a bench nearby, gingerly sitting down and cradling her lower back where it still throbbed from the collision. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it seemed like

how, as a child, when Remington had taken her to the Wests‘ for a holiday visit, Barbara had