Outside the hospital room stood two figures.

It was Martin and Stella.

Martin said, "Remington, your godmother pulled through, and she begged me to save Quinn's child. I've also consulted the doctor, and although the kid has congenital issues, he can survive. The Wests will spare no effort to save this child."

Remington frowned in silence while Stella looked downcast, handing him a medical report.

"Remington, this is my full medical check-up. The doctors said the years I spent locked up in a dark place and being abused have caused serious damage to my body. I might never be able to have children. My brother's child might be the only hope for the West family. Please."

Remington clenched the health report, his brows furrowed deeply.

A throbbing pain pulsated in his temples. He lowered his gaze, tiredness and irritation flashing through his eyes.

Remington returned to Oakridge Heights late at night.

He pushed open the bedroom door to find it pitch dark, with Lizetta sleeping peacefully on the large bed.

He remembered how, no matter when he returned or how late it was, there would always be a lamp left on in the room.

A dim light.

always thought it was because Lizetta, like when she was a

a light she

it, and now she even

was no longer waiting for

the door, then slowly walked to

up, her arms crossed in front of her chest, even in

was a sleeping position of someone who was feeling

used to sleep

adjust the little girl's

took a long time to correct her sleeping

like a

made him feel that all his past care was in vain. Overnight,

he had to shatter her shell, he'd keep her by

grasp Lizetta's hand and gently pry open her fingers. After placing her hand back under the covers, he turned and left the room

the door closed, Lizetta opened her eyes, rubbed her hands against the sheets in annoyance, and then

to a

that had happened to her

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