Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta paused, then shook her head.

"I don't want to hear your explanations right now. Daisy's in the incubator, right? I need to see Daisy."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

With that, she struggled to sit up, attempting to throw off the covers and get out of bed.

Her body was weak, and just the effort made her forehead break out in sweat, her body swaying.

Remington felt as if his heart was being twisted in agony. He pressed down on her firmly, cradling her face and leaning in to touch his forehead to hers.

"Liz, you know what I mean. I'm sorry, it's my fault for not keeping our Daisy safe. Daisy, he just..."

Slap!

He couldn't finish his sentence before Lizetta's hand struck his face.

The slap was sharp but feeble.

She had no strength, not even leaving a mark on his face, but Remington felt as though his soul had been shaken.

"Remington, I'm so fed up with you. Can't you understand when I say get lost? I need to see Daisy. Daisy must be looking for her mom. She'll only be calm with me by her side. She must be so scared, so cold... I need to find Daisy. Let me go! Let go!"

Lizetta suddenly began to struggle, her eyebrows knitted, thinking he was utterly ridiculous.

What was he even saying?

She couldn't understand a word and didn't want to.

Pushing him away, she shook her head, kicking her legs wildly.

Her voice grew more trembling and hoarse, the eyes beneath her messy hair turning increasingly bloodshot and fierce, as if about to drip boiling blood.

"Liz, I'm so sorry... please, don't scare me like this..."

Remington bent over to embrace the increasingly distraught woman tighter, afraid she'd break free, yet also afraid to hurt her.

His arms trembled from the effort, but he felt the person in his arms shaking even more.

She was so frail and weak, as if she would shatter in his arms with every gentle quiver.

At that moment, their entire world seemed to tremble violently, collapsing thunderously.

"Please, Liz, calm down. Your body can't take this..."

Swallowed by an unprecedented sense of helplessness and fear, Remington's voice was hoarse, trying to soothe her.

He kept kissing her damp hair,

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into

swers, a

drop of warm liquid rolling down her hair.

He pressed her cheek to his chest, also feeling a warm dampness there...

"Get lost! Just get lost, let me go! I don't want your apologies. Give me back my Daisy, give me my Daisy back!" Lizetta slapped and pushed against him.

Her nails scratched Remington's neck and face. She couldn't break free from him, her heart surging with hatred.

It was ridiculous, this man telling her that her baby was gone.

The baby had been kicking her in her belly just before, calling for his mom to save him.

How could he just be gone when she opened her eyes!

Ridiculous, her baby gone, and this man asking her to calm down.

She couldn't calm down. She was filled with hate!

Hate enough to want to kill everyone, including herself.

She bit

on the man's neck, as if trying to break through his veins,

g his flesh to mitigate get

fraction of her grief and rage.

But she was too weak, soon running out of strength.

Her trembling, struggling body went limp in the man's arms.

"Liz! Doctor! Doctor!"

The woman in his arms lay silent and still, as if she would never open her eyes again.

Remington shouted, and the doctor arrived quickly, examining Lizetta and administering an IV.

"Mr. Dashiell, your wife has fainted due to extreme grief and physical weakness. We've given her some sedatives to calm her down. When she wakes up, she must not be agitated further..."