Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's expression grew tense, the light in his eyes dimming as he turned and strode out the door.

Lizetta lay trembling slightly, her hands beneath the blankets clutching at the sheets, suppressing the tumult of emotions within her chest.

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There was no way he had gone to the office.

He had left in the middle of the night; how could he possibly have been dealing with paperwork?

And just now, she had detected a faint scent of disinfectant on him.

He must have uncovered something, yet he chose to conceal it.

After showering and changing, Remington returned to the bedroom, finding Lizetta's demeanor had turned cold again.

Cara brought up some food, and Remington sat by the bed, watching Lizetta eat.

She seemed to have gradually accepted her reality, no longer resisting the idea of eating. Silently, she held the soup bowl, eating spoonful by spoonful quietly. When she finished, Remington took a napkin from Cara and gently wiped the corners of Lizetta's mouth.

Then, footsteps sounded, and Ray's figure appeared at the door.

Remington stood up, "You get some more rest, I'll head to the study..."

But Lizetta suddenly grasped Remington's arm, "Let Ray come in and talk, I've slept too much, don't feel like sleeping anymore."

Remington's gaze fell on her small hand clutching his, his heart skipping a beat.

"Liz, do you... want me to keep you company for a while longer?"

His voice lifted slightly, a soft curve appearing at the edge of his lips, clearly delighted.

Lizetta, as if realizing what she had done, quickly withdrew her hand and turned her face away without speaking.

Seeing this, Remington's eyes softened, but he gently said, "Our talking might disturb your rest..."

He was unwilling to have Ray speak in front of her, clearly hiding something.

Remington had something on his mind, and no matter how much Lizetta pressed, she wouldn't get it out of him.

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Just like how he had once hidden the truth about Evelina's child's lineage.

Lizetta remained silent, closing her eyes.

Remington leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead before standing up to leave.

Cara tidied up a bit, noticing Lizetta's

long, steady breathing, assuming

she had fallen asleep, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind

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Lizetta got out of bed, her feet bare, and silently made her way toward the study.

She had observed that the villa's security was tight on the outside but laxer on the inside.

After all, she was in her postnatal period, needing quiet and not convenient for bodyguards to come and go.

Besides the personal doctor and her

assistant

only Cara was inside the

villa, while at least seven or eig

bodyguards were stationed outside.

The personal doctor and assistant rarely moved around the villa. With Cara downstairs, no one else would pass by upstairs.

Thus, without hesitation, Lizetta boldly headed for the study, pressing her ear against the door.

Muffled voices seeped through.

"Mr. Remington Dashiell, should we pull back the people watching the West family?"

"Any movements from Martin and Stella today?"

"None, they took the kid to Tulip Hospital, then the father and daughter returned home, staying at the West family's place..."

What Ray said next was too low for Lizetta to catch clearly.

The last thing she heard was a murmur.

"Should we... tell the missus? She might hate you even more..." Remington's response was a prolonged silence.

Lizetta felt a chill crawl up from her bare feet, as if she were standing in the midst of a snowy wilderness, about to be buried by the biting frost.