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...

sure you

Dashiell, no doubt. Maybe I should go

to leave, Remington frowned and asked, "When you saw her, was she alone

like there was a man

darken, his voice cold as he ordered, "Go check if Jerome has

shortly, visibly trembling, "Sir, Mrs. Dashiell... she went

out of bed, he moved his legs too swiftly, a wave of pain washing

he struggled to stand, leaning on

his aid, his face contorted as

the president's plan might not have been

on his own and stubbornly hanging the IV drip on a mobile stand, pushing it as

surrounding him.

en

to provoke him further, retreated to a

could leave the room, a surprised and displeased

Why aren't

to see

he was surely going to lash out at Mrs. Dashiell. But then, in the next second, Remington extended his hand towards Liz, "Liz, I thought you weren't