Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

But he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. He had this sinking feeling that if he did, she'd just turn on her heel and leave-probably stepping on him a couple of times for good measure before she did. "I'm not dizzy, just... that really hurt. I'm a bit weak now. Can you give me a hand?" Remington reached out his uninjured arm to Lizetta, who frowned, clearly reluctant to help.

With a sigh, he withdrew his arm, propping himself up against the wall to slowly stand. But just as Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, Remington's towering frame swayed. Instinctively, Lizetta reached out to steady him.

A small smile played on Remington's lips before he suppressed it. "Thanks."

Lizetta's brows furrowed as she thought of Mrs. Bernice Madden, who Andrea had taken to get treated, and realized she had to check on the old lady in the burn unit anyway. Since Remington got burned trying to save Mrs. Bernice Madden, her impatience gave way to resignation.

"Fine, let's go. I'll help you get treated."

As she supported Remington out, he tried to get closer to her, shifting his body towards hers. But recalling her previous frail state, though now slightly recovered, he restrained himself, maintaining a respectful distance.

It wasn't until they were in the elevator that he broke the silence. "So, Mrs. Bernice Madden was here to visit you? Liz, you're staying in this hospital too? What a coincidence."

Lizetta chuckled, "Do I look like a fool to you? Mr. Dashiell's family owns a hospital. Why would I stay here of all places?"

She hadn't called him out on his act, but that didn't mean she was oblivious or would let him treat her like a fool.

"Are you mad at me? I didn't mean to bother you. I thought I hid pretty well, but you still found me..." Remington watched her reflection in the elevator, his voice a mix of innocence and a hint of guilt. Lizetta released her hold on him, "So, it's my fault?"

"Of course not. It's on me for not hiding better and showing up uninvited, upsetting you."

Listen to him, playing the understanding and apologetic card.

Lizetta felt even more annoyed but considering she did chase after him, and Remington probably hadn't intended to be found, she found it hard to argue further.

"How did you bump into Grandma Bernice, anyway? I never knew Mr. Dashiell had it in him to be so self-sacrificing and heroic." Lizetta eyed Remington suspiciously.

He knew she was questioning whether his heroics were genuine or just another self-serving ploy. He gave a self-deprecating smile, "Just happened to be in the right place at the right time because Mrs. Bernice Madden saved you that night."

He was referring to the night Lizetta

was kidnapped by Hans, a

life-or-death moment. He had

intended to sneak off to a fire

escape for a cigarette and hadeet

expected to run into Mrs. Bernice

Madden. But his decision to Save the elderly woman wasn't just because she had rescued Lizetta on that rainy night. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was also because Mrs. Bernice Madden had played a key part in waking Lizetta up from her ordeal. Knowing Lizetta's sentimental nature and that she had come

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view Mrs. Bernice Madden as family, despite their short acquaintance, played a significant role in his actions.

Lizetta gave Remington a look and pressed her lips together, choosing to remain silent.

Just then, the elevator reached the burn unit floor, chiming as the doors opened. Lizetta stepped forward to leave, but Remington, steadying himself against the elevator's wall, reached out to grasp her arm.

As Lizetta looked up, she saw

several people waiting outside the

elevator. Mrs. Bernice Madden was

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being supported on either side by Jerome and Nelson, with Andrea standing off to one side. Their gazes all landed on Lizetta and Remington, who stood shoulder to shoulder, their proximity unmistakable.