Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta curled her lips into a smile and lowered her head to enjoy her noodles.

After finishing her bowl of noodles, Yolanda pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth, looking satisfied. "Will there be more tomorrow?"

Lizetta glanced at her with a playful spark in her eyes. "Are you hooked? Should I just not break up with him then?"

Yolanda waved her hands dismissively, "Break up if you must, but keep the meals coming. Those are two separate things.”

Lizetta chuckled, "Then maybe not. I'm afraid he might get twisted and actually poison the food."

Yolanda shivered at the thought, considering it a real possibility. Remington was not the selfless type. He was more of a profit-first businessman, whipping up fancy noodles early in the morning-all to lure little Lizetta back, wasn't he? The more repressed, the more likely to turn into a creep!

Lizetta was somewhat worried that Hans might show up at the hospital. After resting for a while, she headed out to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital entrance, Lizetta had just gotten out of her car when she saw Stella stepping out of another vehicle. Stella was carrying a thermos, and upon seeing Lizetta, she paused before walking over.

"My father fell ill from grief over my mother's passing. Just after the funeral, he ended up here, hospitalized." Stella looked worn and genuinely troubled.

Lizetta regarded her. "Ms. West and I don't really need to exchange pleasantries."

her side. "Lizetta, I didn't mean anything by what I said. I just wanted you to know, my mom is gone,

by her persistence. She stopped, turned to face Stella

startled, her eyes reddening. "I never meant to interfere in your marriage with Remington,

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expression was earnest, pleading

it weren't for the Westfamily's relentless pursuit and attempts to ruin her, she might have believed her.

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