Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"I'm okay with meeting my end, but this has nothing to do with my daughter Stella. I love her more than anything; I couldn't bear for her to be dragged into this mess. Please, just spare Stella..." Barbara pleaded for the last time.

However, the living room remained steeped in a prolonged silence.

Remington clenched his jaw, his deep-set eyes dark and unreadable.

He didn't respond, leaving Barbara to sway slightly, her hope extinguished.

Stella let out a stifled sob, and Barbara, in despair, lowered her head, imploring the police officer.

"Could I go change my clothes? At least let me leave my home looking decent in front of my husband and daughter."

She was wearing a simple nightgown, quite thin for the occasion.

Ordinarily, if a suspect didn't resist arrest and cooperated, the police wouldn't make a fuss over such a request.

But with Remington present, the officer handling the case didn't dare make a decision without his consent, turning to look at him.

Remington frowned slightly, and Martin, his voice cracking with age, said, "Remington, do I need to kneel before you?"

Finally, Remington told the officer, "It's your call."

police put away the handcuffs.

tears and stepped forward

It might be the last time I get to spend alone with

and they made

glanced at the lead

officer followed them, signaling the other two to guard the windows

seemed unaware,

want you to pick out something nice

do your hair like the first time we met, how about

watched their retreating figures, his gaze

affection, and the West family home had always exuded a warm atmosphere. Remington had enjoyed spending time there as

Barbara, his godmother,

Barbara were genuine, yet he

as he looked

I take

was indeed tired but didn't need Remington's escort. She shook her

you, but I can manage

her hand tightly. Lizetta looked down, signaling

Remington held on. "Where are you planning to stay?

her lips, seeing Remington's concession, she knew