Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Mentioning letting Lizetta go, the man fell silent once again.

That suffocating silence was like a blunt knife cutting through flesh, making Fiona equally uncomfortable.

But the grandmother didn't try to persuade him further. She knew that this time, Remington would figure things out. "Grandma, she hasn't woken up yet?" Remington furrowed his brows slightly.

He had brought Lizetta back from the West family about seven or eight hours ago. How could she still be asleep...

"She must be exhausted. I've asked the kitchen to be ready at all times. Liz can eat whenever she wakes up."

Fiona sighed again, lifting her hand to rub her chest where it felt tight.

Remington hurried to support Fiona back to her bedroom, helping the elderly lady to lie down.

Fiona, holding Remington's hand, spoke with heavy guilt, "I'm sorry, my dear. I failed to raise your father properly and didn't keep your mother-in-law in check. Knowing her foolishness, I still indulged her, leading you and Liz to suffer so much, causing today's disaster..."

She was the elder, responsible for disciplining her daughter-in-law.

She was well aware of Hanna's partiality and mistreatment towards Lizetta.

In the past, she always thought of Nathan's wrongdoing first, turning a blind eye to Hanna's actions, never truly punishing her.

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