Remington's gaze was heavy with sadness, yet he didn't move aside.

"Can't you wait even a single day?"

Lizetta barely had any energy left, practically forcing herself to get up. She didn't have the strength to argue with Remington.

Yolanda, supporting her, felt Lizetta was like a leaf in the autumn, devoid of any strength.

The Lizetta of the past was not like this. Though slender, she was in good health.

She could dance for hours on end, effortlessly. But now...

Yolanda was filled with pity and snapped, "Isn't it obvious? Being married to a guy like you is like having a guillotine hanging over your head, never knowing when it'll fall and strike her again. Every minute is torture! Cut the crap and get on with it!"

However, Remington seemed to ignore Yolanda's words completely, treating her as if she were thin air.

He bent down, forcefully picked Lizetta up, and strode towards the hospital room.

"What are you doing?! Remington, if you have any conscience, let her go!"

"Ray!"

tried to intercept him, but Remington

out of the room

verge of exploding, struggling against Ray at

also grieving. The priority now is to ensure the lady's health. She didn't get proper postpartum care, and if her health fails, I'm sure you wouldn't want to see that either. If you truly care

back to when she was helping Lizetta change her clothes, seeing Lizetta break out in a cold sweat, Yolanda bit her lip, frustrated, and

Inside the room.

to remove her shoes, then grabbed a towel to wipe

trying to make me hate you more?" Lizetta's voice was weak, her heart feeling

his movements didn't stop, nor did his expression change, as if he had grown accustomed

the back of

recoiled from his touch, struggling

hate me more! Hatred, to me, is better than indifference or numbness." Saying this, he forcefully lifted her into

Liz, don't fight me on

for air, her eyes gradually reddening

becoming gentler, "First, take care of your health. Otherwise, you won't be able to do anything, not even hate me

want to look at him and closed her

her neck as well, and tidied here disheveled hair, tucking it behind her

on the

who refused to utter a word or even glance at him, Remington's eyes

saying, "I'll have someone bring in some food. Eat

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