Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Remington, come on, I'm your mom. You really think I'd do anything to hurt you?

Just think about it yourself. You and Lizetta have been careful, right? So why the big secret when she got pregnant before and suddenly needed to 'study abroad'?

And now, I've been making her those nutritious soups, and she won't touch them. I even heard she joined some dance troupe, planning to perform while she's pregnant! Clearly, she's trying to endanger the pregnancy. With all these shady moves, can you blame me for wanting to dig a little deeper?

I can't stand by and watch her deceive you. In the clinic today, she admitted it herself that the baby isn't yours."

Remington clenched his fists, his handsome face clouded with frustration, unable to listen anymore. He slowly turned to face Hanna, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he spoke. "Mom, what really bothers you? That I might be getting duped, or whether this baby could potentially match with Joseph? You think I'm an idiot, unable to see through this?"

about his feelings, wouldn't she try to shield

whether this child could be a match for Joseph, furious at the thought the baby might not be his, meaning Joseph lost another chance at a cure. Hanna was pinned under his hawk-like, sharp gaze, her expression

her lips nervously, attempting to mask her anxiety, "Remington, you can't think of me like that. You were

match, to get better? Why get so angry over your child potentially being a match for Joseph?" Hanna's voice grew louder and more assertive as she spoke. Remington, observing her lack of remorse or guilt, felt a chill in his heart despite long having lost

to see me have a single day of peace and

was calm, but to Hanna, it was thunderous, shattering years of pretense

Hanna's defenses like a sword. She trembled, her grip on Remington's arm weakening as she stepped back, clutching her chest, eventually collapsing

didn't have the thought. How could you think that

It's your fault! Just because that little witch Lizetta felt a bit wronged, Remington, you'd turn against