Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Like she was ditching a hot potato, Lizetta immediately nodded at Nelson.

"Alright, I'll listen to Grandpa Nelson."

Saying so, Lizetta reached out to help Mrs. Bernice Madden, guiding the elderly lady towards the elevator.

Seeing his granddaughter so obedient, Nelson's heart melted, and he beamed with joy.

"Call me Grandpa, not Grandpa Nelson!"

Lizetta was briefly taken aback, while Andrea, standing beside them, bit her lip hard. It seemed to her that Grandpa was getting as muddled as the old lady, treating Lizetta like she was some kind of treasure al of a sudden.

"Grandpa, your enthusiasm might scare Ms. Gardenia."

Andrea moved towards Nelson, taking his arm, "I'll stay with you too, Grandpa." She subtly blocked Nelson's view of Lizetta at the elevator door.

Nelson glanced at her, saying nothing more, but suddenly instructed Jerome, "Jerome, take your grandma and Lizetta back to the room."

Jerome nodded. Andrea frowned; she didn't want to give Jerome and Lizetta any chance to be alone. Especially since she and Lizetta had just had a spat in the room. Who knew what kind of lies Lizetta, that little witch, might tell Jerome.

"Grandpa, I think Mr. Dashiell's injury is quite serious. Maybe my brother should help Mr. Dashiell and come with us."

Nelson had always thought Andrea, his granddaughter, was just a bit spoiled and petty, but otherwise fine. After all, she was his only granddaughter. But now, realizing she was an impostor, without the rose-colored glasses of blood

rétation, he found her annoying and

overly smart for her own good.

He looked at Andrea, pulling his arm free. "If you think his injury is that bad, you help him. I'm strong enough, don't need help."

Andrea was suddenly pushed aside, looking slightly stunned. But being pampered by Nelson, she didn't think much of it. On a whim, she indeed approached Remington. She liked Jerome, but although he was nice to her, he kept her at arm's length.

Before, she'd flirt with other guys to

make Jerome jealous, but Jerome never reacted. Remington was different those other guys couldn't hold a candle to him. Andrea didn't believe that being close with a standout man like RemingtonRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

wouldn't affect Jerome. And if it also

irked Lizetta, then all the better.

Moreover, seeing Remington's handsome face up close, Andrea's heart unexpectedly skipped a few beats. Even if it wasn't for making Lizetta and Jerome jealous, getting close to a man like Remington wasn't something she'd refuse. She even felt a bit excited about it.

If Jerome truly couldn't see her worth, marrying into the Dashiell family of Zion City would be excellent. In terms of background, status, and wealth, Remington was superior to Jerome. She had always compared within the small circle of Tranquil Meadows. It was time to broaden her horizons.

"Mr. Dashiell, may I call you Remington? Here, wipe off your sweat first, and I'll help you find a doctor..."

Thinking this, Andrea pulled out a

wet wipe from her purse, offering it with a glowing smile. Her voice was so sweet it could melt hearts, but Remington didn't take it, his gaze inadvertently shifting towards Lizetta. He wanted to see if Lizetta would show any reaction to another woman flirting with him.

But seeing her standing there, indifferent, not even bothering to glance over, was a coldness that went beyond disinterest. Remington felt a sudden sting in his wound as if it was set ablaze again. Just then, the elevator dinged open.

Lizetta immediately assisted Mrs. Bernice Madden, "Grandma Bernice, let's go. We should head back to the room."