Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta stared at him, his appearance was actually quite a mess.

Mr. Dashiell, who had always been dignified, aloof, and composed, now had his shirt all wrinkled, hair slightly disheveled, eyes bloodshot, stubble on his chin, and his neck and cheek bore several scratch marks...

Lizetta thought, he must be suffering too, full of regret and sorrow.

But looking at him like this, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

Her gaze was empty as she looked at him, and it took her a while before she finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Hate you? I guess I should, but... how am I any better than you? I'm the one who's truly at fault."

Lizetta lowered her head, her hands resting on her now empty belly, fingers slowly intertwining tightly.

In her dazed state, she heard faint talking and knew that Thaddeus was safe.

The calls with Zoey and the hospital were just Hans's tricks to lead her on.

Remington had also arranged for bodyguards to protect her. Without Dean and Bess's help, she couldn't imagine what her situation would be like now.

So, what right did she have to hate anyone?

more,

to protect her baby but had failed miserably, putting her

protect her own child, she was a failure as a

this, Remington's guilt, regret, and pain didn't lessen at all, if anything, it

suddenly pulled her hands out from

by her

you doing!

her face, his eyes red and

those who do evil! You should hate me, it's me who failed to protect you and our child, it's me who wasn't there when you needed me the most!" Remington was extremely worried. Childbirth was

emotional turmoil could be too much for her body to handle, but he was even more worried that

indeed, was to be

her

you? Can hating you

and hate, none of it mattered to her

he held her cheeks, looking into her eyes that no longer

not want to see

his bloodshot, emotionally turbulent eyes, no longer wanting to discern

devoid of