Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Yolanda was seething, her eyes blazing with fury as she thought about everything Lizetta had endured. The thought of Remington made her blood boil. What kind of husband was he? What kind of father? "Cassius, let her go."

Remington stood his ground, neither dodging nor budging, his handsome face stern as he signaled Cassius to release his grip.

"Remi..." Cassius frowned, hesitant to actually let her go. Knowing Yolanda's temper and courage, and her tendency to act first and think later, there was a real risk she might lash out.

And if she did manage to land a punch on Remington, it might fulfill some twisted sense of retribution for Remi, but the Dashiell family would never let Yolanda off the hook.

Yet, the intensity in Remington's gaze was too compelling, too commanding.

Buckling under the pressure, Cassius reluctantly let go.

Yolanda's fists were clenched tight, her arm swung in a wide arc towards Remington's face, but it stopped abruptly.

"You think getting beaten up will ease your guilt? You think this will make Liz forgive you? Dream on! I won't be your scapegoat. You'll live with this debt forever. You owe Liz, you owe that child, and you'll owe it for the rest of your life!"

With gritted teeth, Yolanda pulled back her punch, storming past Remington into the hospital room.

"Remi... don't be too hard on yourself. You and Lizetta are still young. There's still a chance for you guys to have kids."

Seeing Remington's complexion turn even paler, Cassius tried to offer some consolation, but it only seemed to deepen Remington's gloom. Remington's mind echoed with Lizetta's words, saying without Daisy, there was no future, no chance for anything between them anymore. His heart clenched tighter, his complexion turning ashen.

"Remi..."

Cassius was at a loss, confused about how his attempts at comforting seemed to only make Remington's aura darker, more brooding.

Suddenly, the sound of sobbing from the hospital room became clear, and Cassius, feeling like an outsider to this profound sorrow, stepped aside, his heart wrenching for them.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He sighed, beginning to understand the depth of Remington's silence and gloom.

With the woman hurt like this, reconciliation seemed nearly impossible...

After what felt like an eternity, the room finally fell silent.

Cassius turned back to check on Remington, only to find him gone.

In a panic, Cassius wondered if Remington had reached his breaking point.

At that moment, Remington was already pacing the hospital's lower corridor, followed by several bodyguards in black suits, his demeanor one of grave urgency.

At the end of the corridor, near the hospital room, several plainclothes officers stood guard.

When the incident occurred, Nelson had called the police, as had several bystanders.

Hans, too, had been rushed to the same hospital for emergency care and was now under police custody.

After being hit and severely injured, Hans had undergone surgery. Upon regaining consciousness, the police had yet to extract any cruciab information from him.

But just then, Remington received news that Hans's injuries were too severe, and he might not make it.

Approaching the hospital room, the leading officer tried to intervene.

"Mr. Dashiell, the suspect is still undergoing emergency treatment. It's against protocol for you to enter. Please..." "Move aside!"

Remington's tone was icy, his gaze chilling, carrying an undeniable authority.

His bodyguards stepped forward, ready to enforce their way through if necessary.

Sweating profusely, the leading

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officer finally made a decision. Weighing the life of a dying suspect against a powerful victim seemed, after all, not too difficult a choice.

He signaled his team to step aside, and Remington, followed by his men, entered the room.

Inside, doctors and nurses surrounded the bed in a frenzy of activity.

Hans was barely recognizable, his head and face swathed in bandages, gasping for breath through a respirator, clinging to life.

Ray, along with two bodyguards, quickly subdued the medical staff, silently escorting them out.

Remington approached, ripped off the respirator, and dragged Hans down to the floor.

Hans hit the ground with a weak

gasp, opening his eyes to a blurred vision of a man surrounded by a menacing aura. His eyes widened in fear, a hoarse, painful sound escaping his throat.

"Speak! Who's behind this?"