Remington was silent for a long while; his deep eyes swirled with intense emotion before settling back into calmness.

He had his thumb gently brush against Lizetta's reddened eye corner, and said with a hoarse voice.

"It was my responsibility to find her. If it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have encountered trouble back then. I owe her, and I owe the West family."

The guilt and sorrow in his eyes were dense and unyielding; those were emotions Lizetta had never seen in him before.

It was as if he, too, was just an ordinary person, capable of feeling powerless, bewildered, and fragile.

And these emotions were all because of Stella West.

Lizetta's heart still sourly churned, but seeing him like this made her uneasy too.

Without realizing it, she lifted her hand to gently stroke the man's drooping eyelids, as if trying to smooth away the worry and sadness there.

"But haven't you found her now? You even let her stay in our other house to hide her existence from me. Have you thought about my feelings? What am I supposed to think?"

Lizetta pressed him, her heart tightening bit by bit, filled with jealousy, grievance, and anger.

Remington frowned, "What other house?"

"Echo Ridge Villa."

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