Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington adjusted his tie and stepped into the room with determination.

"Liz, I'm not trying to control you, just looking out for you."

"We're nothing to each other now; I don't need Mr. Dashiell's care."

Lizetta replied coldly, believing that staying away from him was the quickest way to heal.

Remington frowned, wanting to say more, but the hospital room door creaked open, and Yolanda's voice followed.

"Liz, guess who's here to see you? Mr. Madden dropped by."

With Yolanda's cheerful voice, she walked in, followed by a tall figure, Jerome.

Apparently visiting, he wasn't in his usual sharp attire but wore a simple white tee under a navy-striped blazer, relaxed yet still showcasing his upright posture.

He carried a thermal container, following Yolanda, his gaze immediately landing on Lizetta.

Then, his eyes were drawn to the red booklet in Lizetta's hands.

A divorce certificate.

"Seems like my timing could've been better? Mr. Dashiell, you don't mind, do you?"

Clearly, the divorce was fresh, and Jerome hesitated slightly.

to Jerome, his gaze

he could kick him out right there and

he couldn't, not with the debt of gratitude for saving Lizetta last night

divorced. Other men could now openly pursue her, be

might develop feelings for

at the moment of receiving the divorce certificate suddenly

darker, coldly saying, "Do

positioning herself between Remington and the hospital bed, edging

to chat with you,

chair for Jerome,

Remington's cold gaze, Yolanda rolled

for whether some people mind or not, Mr. Madden, you shouldn't

a visitor here, and

one at that, who is he to

Remington would

instead of leaving, Remington made his way to the window,

get the chance to

properly yesterday, please, sit."

gaze from the man across the room, offering

placing the thermal container on the

her special goji berry pigeon soup,