Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Hans's face twisted with terror as his gaze darted frantically toward the hospital room door.

"Help... somebody, help..."

He screamed for help, but his voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

That fear of death, the helplessness, the absolute despair-it was probably the same feeling Lizetta had when she begged him for mercy last night.

Remington's icy stare fixed on him, his hand gripping Hans's nape before landing a muffled punch on Hans's abdomen.

Hans's liver was severely damaged, and he had just undergone surgery. Now, the incision was bleeding profusely.

He winced in agony, his face contorting, eyes bloodshot, his expression filled with fear and begging.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

Remington didn't let go. Instead, his fingers tightened around the wound, rubbing and grinding, as blood trickled down his fingers.

As Hans's life ebbed away, his face was streaked with tears and snot.

Even in death, no one wants to die in such torment.

His lips moved weakly, "I... I don't know who he is... I swear I don't, please..."

He was begging for a quick end.

He looked weakly towards the door. This was a hospital, after all; the police were just outside.

criminal, he

silent, with

up in bruises and stiff from the cold, Remington only wished Hans's death could be

Hans's wound

Remington left the room, his

disinfectant wipe between his fingers, meticulously cleaning the blood off

in there and save

team leader

his hospital gown

hurriedly ordered the doctors to rush in, hoist Hans onto the

repeatedly, Hans coughing up blood,

were done, the doctor came out,

signaled Ray to escort the involved medical staff into another room to keep them

The plainclothes leader approached,

Dashiell, rest

here today. Our

tight lid

MS

can

nothing happened. And make sure you keep a close watch on the suspect. We'll

Hans was already

illusion that Hans was still alive

they'd surely come

plainclothes officer