Barbara's outburst didn't catch Lizetta off guard.

That day, when she flat-out refused to enter the operating room, Lizetta could see her stubborn streak. But, she was still taken aback by Barbara's reaction.

Remington wrapped her in his arms, giving her shoulders a gentle pat before he spoke up, "You're overthinking this. Getting this bunch of flowers was my idea. My wife just helped pick them out and wrapped them up herself, to show we care."

Barbara collapsed onto the bed, breathing slightly heavily, her eyes, clouded with age, looked towards Remington.

"Remington, you're here to visit today, and you brought her along; what's the real message you're trying to send? Just spit it out."

Remington let go of Lizetta's hand and stepped forward. He bent down, taking Barbara's frail hand in his, the one adorned with his wedding ring.

She's carrying our child, and we've decided to call off the divorce. We're actually planning our wedding. Mom, I'm sorry. I can't

Remington with sadness and disappointment, "Remington, you're always the one I knew who kept your word!" Remington, feeling guilty, held Barbara's hand

were mainly for Barbara, meeting his gaze, and hearing him speak of their love and inability to separate made

gaze, even for a moment, made her feel like his words were genuine,

tightly, gathering all her courage to say clearly, "Mrs. West, I love my husband, and he respects you like a mother. I believe you wish for his

Eileen, who hurried forward,

arm, tears streaming down her face, lamenting, "Stella, my poor Stella, I'm sorry I can't fulfill my

only want what's best for me, but just being back with you and

and his wife truly love each other. I don't want to be the one who breaks

girl, you're still as kind-hearted as you were when you were little, always thinking of others before yourself, willing to suffer just so Remington wouldn't

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