Classic Novel
Chapter 621
Stella and Martin trudged out of the hospital, their spirits low, just as Remington's SUV pulled up to the curb.
As the car door swung open and Remington's tall figure emerged, Stella rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Remington, is it true? Did you really order us to leave the hospital? Tell me it isn't so. I can't believe you'd be this cruel to me. Just now, a nurse shoved me. Look, I even fell and hurt myself..."
Stella reached out, grabbing Remington's arm. Indeed, she had fallen, scraping her hand on the ground until it bled.
Remington used to show a flicker of pity at the sight of her injuries, a mix of compassion and guilt. But this time, his gaze shifted over her injured hand, and Stella saw something in his eyes she hadn't seen before: revulsion.
It was a look she knew all too well, the kind people have when they see something utterly repulsive. And this time, Remington's gaze held even more disdain.
Stella froze, her face paling, her grip stiffening.
Above her, Remington's voice was cold and detached, "Stella, you've played this card too many times. It's lost its effect."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Looking up, Stella met Remington's icy, mocking gaze. With a swift gesture, he shook her off, causing her to stumble backward, nearly falling.
It dawned on her that Remington had always seen through her little schemes; he had just chosen to remember their past bond, to indulge her. But now, it seemed he truly didn't care anymore.
Martin stepped forward, supporting Stella, his voice laced with suppressed anger.
"Remington, after all these years of friendship between our families... You and Quinn grew up together, like brothers. Stella has gone through hell for you. Even if you're grieving and suspicious of everything, it's unfair to pin baseless accusations on the West family."
"Yeah, Remington, if the Wests were really involved, why would I have called you that night to get you out? Wouldn't that be like asking for suspicion?" Stella chimed in
desperate to clear their name.
Remington's gaze on Martin was heavy, almost crushing. "Whether it's baseless or not, Chairman West knows the truth."
With that, he brushed past Martin and headed into the hospital.
Martin, too, got into the car with Stella, tapping his fingers on his knee. "Not even calling me godfather anymore. Seems he's really convinced it was the Wests. What a shame..."
Upon reaching the upstairs ward, Remington pushed open the door, and voices spilled out.
"Crush some vitamin C tablets and sprinkle them on his shrimp. Poison him that way."
"Serve him celery and rabbit every day, make him lose all his hair!"
The voices belonged to Fiona and Mrs. Bernice Madden, clearly plotting against someone - undoubtedly him.
Nelson's voice joined in. "All bad ideas. We should feed him pears and duck; it's terrible for the kidneys. What do you think, Jerome?"
Jerome, seated on a couch across
the room, looked up as Remington
entered. Hearing this,
"No need to go through all that trouble Gramma. I can get
hands on some glyphosate, gne bottle should do the trick, right Mr. Dashiell?"
Jerome's eyes met Remington's as he fully entered the room.
"Where's Lizetta? You big meanie, where have you hidden her?" Mrs. Bernice Madden immediately stood up, ready to lash out at Remington for not bringing Lizetta with him, but Nelson held her back.