Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Timothy shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. As far as I know, Dr. Daisynes really isn't seeing patients anymore. After his stroke last year, his recovery hasn't been great. Even the renowned Dr. Daisye couldn't convince him to come out of retirement, and they've Remington replied in a determined tone, "Where there's a will, there's a way. We've got to at least try."

been friends for years."

Timothy nodded, "Alright, I'll check with my grandfather. Then you can bring Liz over, and I'll set up a meeting for you."

Remington gave Timothy a pat on the shoulder before turning to open the hospital room door.

Jerome, lying in the hospital bed, looked over with a distant smile. "Thanks for your help tonight, Mr. Dashiell. I'm alright now, and I know you're busy, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Remington approached and nodded at Jerome before turning to Lizetta. "I asked around, and Mr. Madden's IV won't be finished until after midnight. It's best if he stays overnight for observation. I've arranged a room for him; the emergency ward is too noisy, and he won't be able to rest properly."

They were currently in a temporary room in the emergency department. If Jerome didn't stay overnight, would Lizetta have to stay and take care of him? And when the IV finished in the early hours, would they both go home, with Jerome pretending to be weak, making Lizetta-kind-hearted and easily swayed-stay up all night caring for him?

Remington wanted to eliminate that possibility.

overnight..." Jerome began to protest, but Timothy,

Come on, everything's set. Don't be shy; I'll help you to your

IV stand, helping Jerome up from the

the admission paperwork. Come

suspicion in her eyes. He had already arranged a room,

and sincere as he explained, "This isn't the Dashiell hospital. I don't have

nodded, following him in another

at the front of the line. The baby was wailing loudly, and the woman seemed to be struggling with the billing staff, causing a backlog of

her to hurry, white others criticized her, and the child's mother, both anxious and frustrated, snapped at the child, "Stop crying! All

en

that, she smacked the child on the back a couple more times.

your child like that? Are you even

to comfort him, at least don't be harsh. He's practically