Lizetta handed Remington's phone to the nurse at the desk, asking her to deliver it to Remington before turning to leave. The nurse, true to her word, immediately took the phone to him.

Barbara had been rushed into surgery, and Remington was pacing anxiously alongside Martin in the waiting area. Seeing the nurse with his phone, he had his brow furrowed in irritation as he took it and asked, "Who brought this?"

"She left it with me and then took off," the nurse replied.

Clutching the phone, Remington told Martin, "I'll be right back."

Without waiting for a response, he strode towards the elevator.

But by the time he got to the lobby, there was no sign of Lizetta. He quickly dialed her number.

After a few rings, she answered.

Remington, now in the elevator, asked in a deep, worried tone, "Where are you?"

Lizetta was on her way out of the hospital; her voice was calm as she replied, "I'm beat. Caught a cab home. I know you're busy; just carry on." Remington could detect the chill in her tone.

heart squeezed. He knew

his grip on the

words to explain, Lizetta cut him off. "My ride's here.

breath hitched, "Alright, just text me when you get

do," she said

actually board any cab. She sat down on a

because she

didn't want to hear his explanations;

she

was all about making Barbara

was because Eileen wasn't Stella that he had

husband who would stand by her side, steadfastly, under any circumstances. Yet, he had disappointed

didn't realize how long she had been sitting on the

her expression changed as she listened to

informing her that the DNA results for Evelina and Elara Hawthorne were ready for

a cab and

she off to in such a hurry? April, follow

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