Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Evelina buried her face in the blankets, shoulders shaking uncontrollably, her voice hoarse.

“You’re lying to me, Remi isn’t coming, he only cares about sister. I’m so jealous of her, having that amazing man to cherish her wholeheartedly.”

“Just leave me alone. My hand hurts, my heart hurts even more. I’ll be fine. after I cry it out.”

Kevin glanced at Remington, gestured with his hand, and left with April.

Remington took a few steps forward, his eyebrows furrowed with a hint of impatience, and he spoke.

“Enough, stop crying.”

Evelina’s trembling body stiffened, she tidied her hair before looking up at him.

Unspoken, her tears flowed first.

Her eyes were reddened, her pale face and her delicate, flawless skin presented a pitiable look that she had practiced since childhood in front of the mirror.

She knew the best angles, how to make her lashes wet without looking a

mess.

To win her parents‘ affection, she had put a lot of effort into this appearance, which always moved people’s hearts.

She looked up at Remington with surprise, a tear rolling down from the corner of her eyes, hanging on her chin.

“Remi, you really…”

But before she could finish, Remington interrupted her coldly.

“Did you just get diagnosed with over–sensitivity?”

She froze, Remington’s reaction was too abnormal.

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Without giving her another look, he hooked a chair over with his long leg, sat down in front of the sickbed in a casual, authoritative posture.

He rested his arms naturally on his knees, leaning slightly forward, bringing his handsome face closer to Evelina.

Evelina held her breath, her heartbeat chaotic, staring at the man, unable to

move.

Remington’s eyes glared at her, his lips lifting slightly as he said,

“Tears are only tears when someone cares; otherwise, tears and snot are just annoying fluids, understand?”

Evelina felt like she’d been stabbed in the heart, the pain was excruciating. The breath she was holding in due to being too nervous burst out suddenly, and she ended up blowing a big snot bubble.

She was mortified, her face flushed red, not daring to meet Remington’s disgusted gaze.

Remington, with a push of his long legs, forcefully slid the chair back, its squeak sounding almost like a silent mockery, a slap to Evelina’s face.

Evelina cried even harder; this time without any sense of beauty, with tears

and snot flowing together.

She turned away in panic, nearly fainting from anger.

Remington’s limited patience was running thin. He tossed her a couple of wet tissues and glanced at his watch. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

He had promised Lizetta to wait no more than half an hour, and if Evelina kept crying like this, it was uncertain if he’d make it back.

“If you really can’t calm down, we’ll talk next time.”

He stood up, and suddenly Evelina grabbed his hand.

Remington frowned, intending to shake her off, but Evelina fell back onto the pillow, her face a mess of agony.

“Remi, it hurts, my stomach hurts so much!”

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Remington’s expression shifted, he stood up and flung back the blanket. Bright smear of blood was spreading from beneath her.

Remington’s gaze darkened; he tried to shake her off to call a doctor, but Evelina clung to him, her face deathly pale, yet staring at him, gritting her teeth and said,

“It’s you who want me to give birth to it. Stay with me, don’t you dare leave! Otherwise, I won’t have this child!”

Remington’s handsome face turned cold, but he stayed still, leaning over to press the call button.

“I won’t leave, calm down.”

Because of Evelina’s emergency, Remington was detained. By the time he got back to Joseph’s room, Joseph had already been discharged, no issues found, and taken home.

Naturally, Lizetta was long gone. Remington took out his phone to send Lizetta a message.

[Ran away? That’s not honorable.]

He thought it over, deleted it, then rewrote.

[Where did you go? I’ll pick you up. Brought your favorite foie gras from Solstice Kingdom, want to try it?]

He double–checked the message, hit send, but a line of red text popped up from the system.

[Litchi has enabled friend verification; you’re not yet friends, please send a friend request.]

Remington, having never encountered this, stared at the message for a moment before he realized what it meant.

He chuckled, his slender fingers moving again, following the instructions to resend the friend request, only for the system to pop up another message.

[Failed to add contact, the user has blocked you.]