The psychologist said that what Lizetta needed was to feel hope and a sense of belonging again, to awaken her spirit.

So, was Jerome the one who could give her that hope and sense of belonging now?

The thought dimmed the light in Remington's handsome features, previously brightened by Lizetta's moments of consciousness, bit by bit. He seemed to turn into a statue of silence.

"Remi? Aren't you going to check on her?" Cassius, noticing Remington's stillness, asked in surprise.

Remington's throat moved with difficulty, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What did the Maddens tell her?"

He wanted to know what had awakened her.

Cassius frowned slightly, confused, "They didn't say anything special, you know. Mrs. Bernice Madden didn't even recognize people, got the names all wrong. She just cried, holding Lizetta's hand, asking her if she really had the heart to leave her family behind, saying she should wake up and come home with her."

"And Jerome?"

realized what Remington was getting at. It seemed

say anything special either. He mentioned that his aunt loved to dance too, but because she was the sole heir to the Maddens, she never pursued a career in dance. However,

spoke, Remington's expression turned increasingly cold, and Cassius noticed fragments falling from between Remington's fingers to the

nervously, "Remi,

who woke Lizetta. It might've been a coincidence. She was due to wake up anyway. But, Remi, you really should

Remington had already turned away, not towards Lizetta's bedroom. Watching his retreating back, Cassius

to his rival? Was he actually prepared to give up on Lizetta,

Cassius turned towards the

to see Yolanda, supporting Fiona, coming out. At a glance, he saw Lizetta, wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket and wearing a hat eradled in Jerome's

face changed, "What's going

swollen from crying, glared at him. "Of course, we're taking Liz home. Get out of the

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