Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Remi, if you're not ready to tie the knot, then don't! Why drag everyone else into this mess?"

Remington had just approached the entrance to the banquet hall when the doors burst open, and Cassius stormed out, immediately grabbing Remington by the collar of his shirt.

Fiona had just calmed the guests down and stepped off the stage when her blood pressure shot up.

He and Timothy had helped her to the resting room, only then learning about Yolanda's accident.

Remington's handsome face was cold as ice, his eyes shadowed with turmoil, "Back off!"

Seeing Cassius and Remington looking ready to tear into each other, Timothy pulled Cassius aside, saying, "You better head to the hospital, Yolanda's in trouble, and it's not like Remi wanted any of this to happen."

The wedding turning into a disaster, both Remington and Lizetta were undoubtedly hurting.

Cassius hurried off. Timothy lagged behind, "Remi, where the heck have you been?"

lips slightly clamped; after a

Timothy; his expression was a

and Lizetta's big day. No matter the reason, Remi, you've gone too far! Lizetta's heartbroken, and

gloomy demeanor and tight jaw, Timothy didn't press further, clapping him on the shoulder, "Mrs. Fiona Dashiell's furious, Remi. You should check on her." With Timothy gone, Remington strode into the banquet

with fresh roses, setting a romantic

still had morning dew on them, and the wine was fragrant. But the guests had all left, and the empty hall

the

spot beside him, almost seeing Lizetta in her wedding

hoarse, "Honey, I'm sorry. I love

gone, and the wedding was over. The only response was Ray's

Mrs. Hanna Dashiell and Ms. Hawthorne have been located. Mrs. Dashiell has returned to Riverbend Abbey, and Ms. Hawthorne went to the hospital. She should be in Barbara's ward by now. Also, we found the waiter who messed with the equipment and uploaded

I'll interrogate them myself later. Go to Riverbend Abbey and bring Mrs. Dashiell

the stage, stepping through the side door with his usual brisk, composed stride, showing