Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's fingers clenched around his phone with such force that his knuckles stood out starkly in the night.

A chill crept up his spine, that unsettling feeling sweeping over him once again.

"Get it sorted!" he commanded, his voice a deep growl. He didn't wait for Ray's response before hanging up and immediately dialing Lizetta's number. During those few seconds waiting for the ringtone, even his breaths became short and rapid.

His mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. He had assumed Hans had spotted a tail and bolted out of fear.

But now, the idea that Hans's flight from Zion City was just a decoy, and that he might still be lurking there, raised the question: what was he planning?

The image of Hans confronting Lizetta flashed before Remington's eyes, her face pale with shock.

He couldn't bear to think what might happen if Hans was still around, biding his time...

His palm, gripping the phone, grew clammy.

But the phone kept ringing with no answer.

Remington's brow furrowed deeply, then dialed Bess's number.

Meanwhile, Evelina was being carried out, her screams piercing the air as she was loaded into a vehicle.

Stella approached rapidly, urging, "Remington, let's go. We need to head to the hospital..."

She reached out to pat his shoulder, but he turned abruptly.

lightning lit up the night sky, revealing

his eyes were

back two steps,

of wind, his

answer her phone either, an unmistakable sign of

screamed that something was wrong

for me..." Stella's voice trailed off as she ran after him out of

with rain pouring

be opened, he had already dashed into the rainfall, heading straight for the parked Bentley. The chaos in

from the stretcher as the medical team

bodyguard, chased after Remington through

Where are you going? You'll get sick

were torn apart by

of it seemed unreal, a

needed to get

that the two bodyguards left with her would keep her

was overthinking it. Liz always slept through her phone ringing Maybe she

And Bess, probably taking

of Liz's

shut-eye herself. Such laziness, he thought, deserved a

thoughts, he opened the car door, and as if in answer to his prayers, his phone finally rang. "Lovely