Although she had once loathed him, she never shied away or retreated when facing him. But now, it was almost as if she instinctively dodged, like seeing a flood or a ferocious beast.

Even knowing that Lizetta might have been influenced by counseling, Remington still felt a pang of heartache from her subtle avoidance. His gaze swept over the big bag Hogan was carrying, then over to the trash can beside the hospital bed. There, discarded completely, were a pair of duck-yellow slippers, white knee-high socks, and a light yellow beanie. All items he had personally picked out for Lizetta, now abandoned.

Remington's eyes turned icy as he lifted his gaze to Hogan, his voice cold. "I was coming to pick Liz up from the hospital myself, no need for Dr. White's help!"

Hogan still had a gentle smile on his face. "Mr. Dashiell, that's a strange thing to say. Did you ask Liz if she wanted you to come?"

Remington didn't answer Hogan. Instead, he took a step forward, looking tenderly at Lizetta, and softly said, "Grandma insisted I come personally to ensure your safe return home."

After saying this, he handed his smartphone to Lizetta, gesturing for her to take the call.

help but feel

"Is that you, Liz?"

it's me. How have you been these

discharged today, I had Remington come to ensure you got home Safely. Liz, I know

bitterness. She softly replied, "Fiona, I understand, thank you

She handed the phone back to Remington, her tone distant and aloof. "I've

promised Grandma," Remington

Lizetta frowned, and immediately

light laugh, saying to Lizetta, "Liz, Mr. Dashiell went to

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