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."

away the handcuffs.

tears and stepped forward to comfort

me. It might be the last time I get to spend alone with him." Stella

made

the

the other two to

unaware,

out

I'll do your hair like the first time we met, how

their retreating figures, his

a deep affection, and the West family home had always exuded a warm atmosphere. Remington had

his godmother, often filled that void, treating him better than Hanna

the years, his respect and affection for Barbara were genuine, yet he never imagined she could

he

tired. Should I take you home?" he

need Remington's escort.

I can manage on my

hand tightly. Lizetta looked down,

are you planning to stay? Let Ray take

she knew she had no