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."

put away the

stepped forward to comfort Barbara, "Mom, let me help

be the last time I

made their way to

at the lead police

officer followed them, signaling the other two to guard the

Barbara seemed unaware, chatting as

pick out something nice for

I'll do your hair like

their retreating figures, his gaze

deep affection, and the West family home had always

his godmother, often filled that void, treating him better

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

darkened as he looked toward the

tired. Should I take you home?"

but didn't need Remington's escort. She shook

I can manage on my

was still holding her hand tightly. Lizetta looked down, signaling him to let

"Where are you

her lips, seeing Remington's concession, she knew she had no other option, and began