Classic Novel
Chapter 593
On the other side, at Lanson Villa.
The moment Remington heard Hans's voice, his heart clenched as if gripped by an icy hand. His voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell. Yet, the only response was a sharp, sudden disconnection, plunging the surroundings into a deep silence, punctuated only by his own frantic heartbeat.
"Remington! Where are you going?!"
As Remington pulled open the car door, Stella tried desperately to hold him back. With a forceful shove, she fell hard onto the rain-soaked ground, her umbrella rolling away, caught by the wind. She didn't get up, instead getting splashed in the face by the cold spray from the car tires. Opening her eyes, she saw the tail lights of the Bentley flicker and then disappear into the rain, leaving behind the three bodyguards who had been left to watch over Evelina. They exchanged looks. The leader instructed one to stay behind and quickly drove off with another, following Remington.
"Ms. West, please get up."
A servant from the West family approached with an umbrella, bending down to offer Stella a hand. Stella pushed the servant's hand away and stood up on her own. The servant, attempting to show concern, stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Stella's expression. Expecting Ms. West to be heartbroken and helpless, the servant was taken aback by her icy demeanor, her face momentarily illuminated by the red lights of an ambulance, almost sinister.
Remington received the call that Lizetta had been rescued and was on her way to the hospital as he drove down the mountain road. His car cut through the rain like lightning, desperate to get back.
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at the hospital, but it was already too late - Lizetta had been in the
operating room for about ten minutes. At the entrance to the OR, the Maddens were still waiting Jerome was trying to convince the elders to go home, but Mrs. Bernice Madden refused to leave leaving Nelson with no choice but to stay by his wife's side.
Soaked to the skin, Remington rushed to the OR entrance, where Cedric and his team were already in place. "Sir, the lady was brought in eight minutes ago, and it doesn't look good. She had lost a lot of blood upon arrival, and Mr. Madden had to sign the surgery consent form. Also, Bess and Dean have been taken into surgery as well..."
Cedric quickly briefed him, then
reached for a towel from another bodyguard to hand to Remington. Remington stopped him with a gesture and turned to look at the waiting area. There, Nelson and Mrs. Bernice Madden were sitting, with Jerome squatting down to hand the old Tady a cup of hot tea.
Remington's gaze, however, was fixed on them. Blood - they were all stained with blood. He knew it was Lizetta's blood. So bright, so red. Her frail, delicate body, how could it shed so much blood?
Remington's features were ashen, as if he had just been pulled from beneath a layer of ice. He mechanically turned towards the Maddens Jerome stood up, his gaze sharp, blocking Remington's path. His voice was cold. "Seems MDashiell has been quite busy. The Dashiell family and the Starlight Group are not that far from here, yet Mr. Dashiell's arrival is, shall we say, fashionably late."
It was an unexpectedly direct rebuke, causing Remington to halt. Without a word, Remington simply bowed deeply to the Maddens, a gesture of grave respect. He straightened, his voice hoarse. "I cannot thank you enough for saving her life. Once Liz and the child are safe, I will make sure to express my gratitude properly."
Jerome's eyebrows lifted slightly, his tone cool. "This wasn't for Mr. Dashiell's sake. You needn't bother."
Nelson, however, let go of Mrs. Bernice Madden's hand and stood up, patting Jerome on the shoulder. Although Nelson too felt for Lizetta, this was, after all, a family matter for them. They were strangers to Lizetta, and Nelson could see that Remington was also in a bad place.