Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Mr. Dashiell!"

Cedric gasped while the doctor's face went pale with shock.

Taking a step forward, Cedric intended to support Remington, but the man was already forcing himself to lift his head. His pale face was tinged with a smear of blood, the only color left on his handsome features.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Please, take heart..."

The doctor's words pierced through the heart like a shard of ice. The pain of losing a child was unbearable, more agonizing than having one's flesh cut out. And he wasn't even the one who had carried the child. If he felt this way, how was Lizetta supposed to face this after enduring the agony of childbirth?

Remington's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the sweet bitterness in his throat, staring at the doctor with a voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable.

"Does she know?"

The doctor, somewhat startled, took a moment before hastily shaking his head.

"Mrs. Dashiell lost a lot of blood, couldn't keep up, and then passed out... she doesn't know yet..."

At that moment, noises came from the operating room as Lizetta was wheeled out. Remington wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze falling on the woman lying there, fragile as a piece of paper. Her wet hair, her eyes tightly shut, and a bandage wrapped around her forehead. Even with a blood transfusion bag attached, her face was as white as snow.

Remington watched, his footsteps heavy, almost afraid to approach.

"Your wife is very weak. She should wake up in about an hour... I'm sorry."

After the doctor spoke, he stepped aside. Finally, Remington approached, bending down to hold Lizetta's hand. He held it tight, trying to offer her some warmth, but his hands were just as cold, unable to warm her.

Remington took Lizetta back to her room, while Jerome didn't follow. He stood in front of the operating room, watching them leave, his hands silently clenched, then slowly released in a gesture of helplessness He hadn't expected the child to not make it.

Lizetta was rushing to the hospital

when the accident happened, not far from it. They got her there in time. He thought both she and the baby would be fine, but it turned out like this. He remembered the first time he saw Lizetta, how she fell in front of his car in pain, clutching at his pants leg, begging him to save her child. She was so anxious, so loving towards that baby. If only he could have driven faster, or left home a bit

earlier.

In the room, Remington covered Lizetta with a thick blanket, looked at her for a while, then embraced her frail body. His throat tight, he found himself unable to speak, gently laying Lizetta back on the bed. As he turned to leave the room, Cedric approached, cautiously beginning to speak.

"Sir, you need to take care of yourself too. Let me help you get checked out, this isn't good..."

Cedric had become worried when

Remington suddenly coughed up blood. He learned from the bodyguard who came back with them that on the way back,

Remington swerved to avoid an net

accident and crashed into a utility pole, deploying the airbag. Cedric was concerned Remington might have internal injuries, but before he could finish, Remington's gaze fell on a bag held by the bodyguard behind him, his voice hoarse.

"Give it here."

The bag contained a small blanket, baby clothes, a bottle, and such. These were all meant for the baby, now no longer needed... What the doctor had said at the operating room door amounted to announcing the child was stillborn, not even considered a live birth.

But seeing the boss like this, he was probably going to personally take the child to be properly laid to rest.. Cedric felt a lump in his throat, took the bag and handed it to Remington. The man's face was calm as he took the bag, his grip tight. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if the pressure could burst them open.