Lizetta's voice grew increasingly shrill as she tore at Remington's clothes, frantically slapping him.

Her cries alerted the doctor outside, and the door was pushed open.

Remington held the woman tight, urging the doctor, "She's lost it!"

Remington was worried Lizetta would end up hurting herself if this continued.

The doctor quickly stepped forward, administering a sedative to Lizetta.

Soon, Lizetta's body went limp, as if someone had hit the pause button on the world, collapsing powerlessly into Remington's arms.

"Liz, I swear we'll get justice for our little Daisy, you have to believe me..."

The man gently laid her on the bed, carefully arranging her disheveled hair, his voice distant as if muffled by clouds.

But Lizetta couldn't feel the trust anymore, her eyes hollow as she stared at the ceiling.

He'd promised her so much; could she still believe in him?

"Liz, stop torturing yourself like this. Daisy was such a sweet child; he wouldn't want to see his mom suffering over him like this, nor would he want to see his parents at each other's throats..."

Was that so?

it was all

wanted to fight back, but her consciousness was fading, sinking into darkness. Just

lips moved slightly, her voice

Remington caught her words, "Remington, I

eyes, a single tear trailing down

but Remington sat by the bed for

sat down behind his desk, slowly pulling out a neatly folded

of the picture were frayed from being handled so often. He

hadn't dared to look at

was right; he was

he feared, losing even

"Mr. Remington Dashiell..."

by

his emotions, sliding

"Go ahead."

forward, placing a file on

who made the call from the nursing station. This is the guy, judging from his physique and posture, a short and skinny man. Likely the same person who twice provided

continued, handing over another file with

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