Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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.

repulsion and annoyance. The man who had promised to leave her be, to not interfere in her life, was now backtracking to this extent; she couldn't help but feel disgusted. But hearing that

"Is that you, Liz?"

it's me. How have you

come to ensure you got home Safely. Liz, I know you don't want to see him, just treat him as a regular driver

bitterness. She

expression turned cold again. She handed the phone back to Remington, her tone distant and

Grandma," Remington said

Lizetta frowned, and immediately

Dashiell went to the lengths of involving Fiona just to you.

he

join me in taking you? It's just, my apartment is not fér, making such a fuss