Lizzy was staring ahead, not even having the chance to ask what was going on with Remington before he hopped out of the car. Then, the door swung open, and Lizzy felt a gentle grip on her arm.

"It looks like he's suffering from acute gastroenteritis. I know a massage technique that can alleviate the pain. You go up front, and I'll take care of him," Remington said with a serious expression, convincing Lizzy to believe him. She began to step out of the car, but Jerome stopped her, "No need to trouble Mr. Dashiell, we're almost at the hospital..."

"It's no trouble!" Remington interrupted, pulling Lizzy out and taking her place beside Jerome.

"Liz, call Mr. Madden 'brother.' We're all family here, no need for formalities," Remington said, his deep gaze fixed on Jerome. Lizzy, in her innocence, might not have noticed, but Remington was not easily fooled by Jerome.

Even if Jerome was genuinely unwell, how could a man who had weathered so many storms be brought down by this minor ailment? Jerome met Remington's intense stare with an icy glint in his eyes.

"Mr. Dashiell, you're mistaken. You're a Foster, we're Maddens; we can't possibly be family," Jerome retorted.

Remington's lips curled slightly, "As long as Mr. Madden knows that Liz and he share the Madden name, that's what counts."

Their verbal duel filled the back seat with a palpable tension.

As the car started moving again, Lizzy turned from the passenger seat to shoot a frown at Remington, her tone slightly cold.

"I thought you said you were going to do a massage? Go ahead then."

This man, always quick to jealousy, was one thing, but being so dismissive of someone's health in such a situation was just too much. Remington met Lizzy's cool gaze, feeling a mix of guilt and

just

biased, so double-standard! Remington felt

Suppressing his distaste, he

and pressed hard on the spot between the thumb and forefinger, sneering as he asked

en

handsome face turned slightly pale. It did help; the

weak smile, "Quite effective. It seems the pain is

it any longer and shook off Remington's

silent, and

quick examination, it was confirmed that Jerome had

up to an IV, Lizzy stood by the bed, gently wiping the sweat from his

kind of business

you drink when you know

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