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

Mrs. Dashiell, no doubt. Maybe I

you saw her, was she alone or was there someone with

seemed like there was a man in

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

and returned shortly, visibly trembling, "Sir,

by his side, clenched suddenly. Instinctively trying to get out of bed, he moved his legs too swiftly, a wave of pain washing

struggled to stand,

aid, his face

thought that the president's plan might

standing on his own and stubbornly hanging the IV drip on a mobile stand, pushing it as he moved forward, an air

surrounding him.

en

him further,

leave the room, a surprised

you going? Why aren't you resting

looked up to see Liz

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,