Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Martin's voice was grave.

He had already exported the contents from the voice recorder, deleting a few bits here and there. By now, it was already on its way out, soon to be delivered to Remington's hands without leaving a trace.

"What did the recorder catch?" Stella asked, both anxious and curious.

Martin gave a wry smile, "Some intriguing stuff. You did well today. Get some rest."

In the hospital hallway.

"Lost in thought?"

Remington's deep voice snapped Lizetta back to reality.

She shook her head; her doubts about Stella were not something she would share with Remington. Because Remington would undoubtedly trust Stella, and without solid proof, accusing Stella of ill intentions would just be making a fuss over nothing.

Suppressing her frustration, Lizetta said, "I'm going to see my brother."

"Let's stop by the maternity ward first."

Worried about Lizetta, Remington insisted before she could object, "You were also startled by Hans last night, weren't you? Sometimes, the discomfort from a scare shows up later. It's better to have a doctor check and be sure."

was led to the maternity ward for a quick check-up to ensure she was

not make a big deal out

the doctor's office, she felt so embarrassed

big deal out of nothing. Anything concerning you is

this, his thick eyelashes drooped, his gaze intensely fixed on Lizetta. His tone, along with his gaze and expression, was too earnest.

when a familiar voice called

"Liz, Mr. Dashiell?"

turned around, her eyelashes

"Hogan?"

was Hogan, casually draping his coat over one arm, looking at her with a

unwell? Why the

Remington's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and

mistaken, Dr. White, you're a surgeon, aren't you? Since when did you start

with

hand holding Lizetta

might be mistaken. I'm not dealing with maternity matters, just genuinely concerned for Liz,

Remington's handsome face

scoffed, but just