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."

quick check-up to ensure she was fine before

glared at Remington, "Could you not make a big deal out of everything in

office, she felt so embarrassed by how nervous

a big deal out of nothing. Anything concerning

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

was when a familiar

"Liz, Mr. Dashiell?"

Lizetta turned around,

"Hogan?"

one arm,

Why the

hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her

surgeon, aren't you? Since

with tension right from the

briefly swept over Remington's hand holding Lizetta tight, then he

I'm not dealing with maternity matters, just genuinely concerned for

Remington's handsome face

scoffed,

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