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

was Mrs. Dashiell, no doubt. Maybe I should go down and

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

was a man in a suit

voice cold as he ordered, "Go

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

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

face paled as he struggled to stand, leaning on the nightstand,

his face contorted as if in

that the president's plan might

his own and stubbornly hanging the IV drip on a

surrounding him.

en

to provoke him further, retreated

Remington could leave the room, a surprised and displeased voice

Why aren't you resting

to see Liz

going to lash out at Mrs. Dashiell. But then, in the next second, Remington extended his hand towards Liz, "Liz, I thought