Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta paused momentarily, her mind racing. She knew Remington was reminding her that it was pointless to try and get anything out of Stella tonight, especially since she'd had too much to drink.

But what she hadn't anticipated was that Remington had people inside the West family. It seemed like he was still investigating Daisy's case. Yet, that night, she distinctly heard him and Ray sneak out, clearly onto something.

She had always assumed Remington had unearthed some damning evidence against the Wests but, for Stella's sake, wouldn't seek vengeance for Daisy. That day at the West's, when she bumped into Stella, she pleaded with him to give Daisy justice, yet he still reached some form of settlement with the Wests.

Lizetta's disdain for the man had reached its peak, but now he was still investigating the West family. Earlier, in the restroom, his uncompromising attitude toward Stella didn't seem like he was blindly protecting her...

It was all so confusing to Lizetta, feeling like she was being kept in the dark about something. But she quickly pinched her fingertips, regaining her composure.

How could she so easily waver in her views of him, thinking she had misunderstood him? Perhaps he was just feeding her lies, trying to keep her from digging further into the Wests.

nodded slightly, "I understand

was driving, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his heart aching as he listened to Lizetta's icy voice. Seeing Remington not offering any explanations, he blurted out in desperation, "Ma'am, you've got the boss all wrong. He

on driving," Remington cut him off, seemingly knowing what Cedric

phone rang. He took it out, glanced at the screen, his expression darkening, and turned off the screen. However, the

of his lips, Remington finally swiped to answer. The car fell silent as he held the phone to his ear, but Lizetta could still clearly hear the familiar, authoritative voice on the other end. "Remington, did

Dashiell, his voice tinged

"Yes."

responded calmly, and Nathan's displeased tone resounded once

such punishment? Kneeling for twelve hours, her legs could be ruined! Enough is enough, this

icy as he gazed out the window, the passing neon lights casting a cold glow. "She's not a first-time offender. It's time she learned her

for help. "Uncle, save me, please... my legs hurt so much, I