Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"In Evercrest, relentlessly pursuing Liz, and then attempting to take her life in Luminesia, is that your idea of helping her?"

Remington's gaze was ice-cold as he stared down Barbara, devoid of any warmth.

Barbara's brow furrowed slightly, "Attempt to take her life? Liz is tough, she vanished without a trace as soon as she went abroad. I was the one who helped her leave the country, of course, I had to ensure her safety! When we couldn't find her, I even sent my own nephew to look for her. She was hiding in Luminesia, you say?

And what about Ralap, I haven't been able to reach him. Remington, have you seen him on your trip?"

Liz almost wanted to applaud Barbara for her ability to twist the narrative so skillfully.

Remington's heart was heavy with irony.

Even though he had suspected that the West family might go as far as murder, using Ralap as a scapegoat, the reality still took him by surprise.

He hadn't expected Barbara to be so ruthless, especially towards her own nephew, whom she once treated like a son. Now, she was willing to cast him aside without a second thought.

He had always prided himself on being a good judge of character, yet it turned out he was the one who was blind, not Barbara.

"Do you really expect me to believe that? My wife was being hunted down in Luminesia, and all fingers pointed back to the West family.

Barbara, have I been too kind to the West family over the years that you think I'm a fool easily deceived?"

There was a sharp edge to Remington's voice, and he no longer addressed Barbara with any familial endearment.

a chill, though her expression remained unchanged, her brows knitting

be! Where's Ralap? I need to speak to

panicked; she had been careful with her dealings. She hadn't made any appearances, and the men

Remington interrogated those men, there was no direct evidence to

that Ralap acted on his own, there would be no

close, his eyes shone with a chilling light as he coldly said, "I hope

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your own godmother.

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for me for years, wanting to make up for lost time, giving me the best. It must be my

the West family's timeless recipe

child with murder! Evil is evil, a murderer

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