Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 867

Liz thought to herself that Remington was probably still catching up on sleep, so why not let Jerome have breakfast first? She could always prepare another one for Remington later.

Little did she know, from the hospital room's window on the third floor, Cedric was watching over the scene below. Catching a glimpse of Liz, he cheerfully turned to the anxious man beside him and said, "I see Mrs. Dashiell! She'll be up in no time. Told you Mrs. Dashiell wouldn't just leave and not come back to check on you!" Remington, with a slight press of his lips, replied, "I never doubted that. She would never just leave me hanging."

Cedric, puzzled, thought, "Then who's the one who's been so restless, asking about Mrs. Dashiell over and over again in just a short while?"

But, just two minutes later...

"Where is she?"

"Maybe the elevator's too busy this morning."

"We're just on the third floor!"

Even if Liz had taken the stairs, she should've been here by now.

"Maybe Mrs. Dashiell didn't think of taking the stairs."

Five minutes later...

you sure you saw

doubt. Maybe I should go down and see

you saw her, was she alone or was

seemed like there was a man in a

his voice cold

and returned shortly, visibly trembling, "Sir, Mrs. Dashiell...

hand, resting by his side, clenched suddenly. Instinctively trying to get out of bed, he

he struggled to stand, leaning

his aid, his face

suddenly thought that the president's plan might

drip on a mobile stand, pushing it as he moved forward, an air of

surrounding him.

en

knowing better than to provoke him further, retreated

could leave the room, a surprised

are you going? Why

up to see Liz stepping

a sigh of relief, yet tensed up again, thinking that after the president's display of jealousy, he was surely going to lash out at Mrs. Dashiell. But then, in the next second, Remington extended his hand towards Liz,