Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Liz clutched her hands tightly, fighting the urge to storm in and confront Remington.

In the study, Remington's handsome face seemed shrouded in a haze, his brows furrowed with a heavy menace. It was a suffocating mix of regret and resentment, heavier than mere hatred.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. With a sharp look, he signaled Ray to shut up, stood up, and strode to the door, yanking it open forcefully. However, the hallway outside was empty.

Still uneasy, Remington quickly headed to the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and saw Lizetta peacefully lying in bed; even the slippers beside the bed hadn't moved an inch. His heart settled, and he closed the door again.

Long after the soft click of the door, Lizetta didn't move. Only when she was sure Remington was truly gone did she suddenly start gasping for air, curling up on her side. At that moment, she realized how terrified she had been of being discovered by that man. Her breaths came in quick gasps, afraid to attract the attention of the devilish man. She rolled up her pajama sleeve and bit down hard on her arm.

So much hate! She really hated him! To this point, Remington still chose to hide the truth, to deceive her! He had never planned to avenge Daisy. Indeed, once the investigation pointed towards the West family, everything would come to a halt. Lizetta could even guess what he would say next. He would tell her they hadn't found the perpetrator yet and to wait a bit longer until she was in better health. Until she was once again charmed by his words, perhaps even pregnant, gradually forgetting her Daisy, and this matter would fade away. But how could she forget the pain of losing a child?

Cara thought Mrs. Remington was particularly sleepy today. She went upstairs twice in the afternoon and Lizetta hadn't woken up. Thinking Lizetta had just suffered a difficult delivery and lost a lot of blood, Cara wasn't surprised she was sleeping a lot and didn't wake her.

with Lizetta still not up, Cara worried she'd have trouble sleeping at night and hurried upstairs to wake

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towards Remington. And Remington, being who he was, hadn't shown any temper but instead was

Remington, Cara hoped Lizetta was starting to see things differently. She saw it as an