Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Nelson's face darkened as he frowned and said, "Playing too many games, proud of foolish acts, and when caught, shows no remorse. Now, holding a grudge?"

He had never thought his granddaughter could be so unseemly.

Without the rose-tinted glasses, his disappointment only grew.

Hospital room.

With everyone gone, Lizetta wanted to lie down and rest a bit, but her gaze fell on a bag beside the bed.

It had been brought by Timothy just a while ago. Hesitating, Lizetta reached for the bag to see what was inside.

Sure enough, the items weren't something Timothy would buy.

There were maternity toothbrushes, a lumbar support pillow, soft slippers, a hat and socks of just the right thickness, and some sanitary pads from brands Lizetta usually used, among other things. Lizetta frowned. Last night, she had thought she heard a soft knocking on the wall but dismissed it as her imagination. Today, bumping into Remington in the fire escape explained it all. Gathering the bag, Lizetta got out of bed and went to the room next door, intending to hang the bag on the doorknob and leave. But just as she reached out, the door opened from the inside. Remington, in his hospital gown, stood there.

Caught off guard, their eyes met.

Lizetta simply extended her hand, offering the bag back to him. "Your stuff." Remington looked down at the bag she was handing to him, his gaze somber. "These are things you'll use, and they're not expensive. No need to give them back."

Lizetta's voice was cool. "Yoli already prepared all of this for me. I don't need it."

"I don't take back what I've given. Besides, I wasn't the one who gave this to you. Find whoever did to return it."

Remington's expression was tense, his voice tight with a hint of bitterness.

Even knowing her current disdain for him, he didn't expect her to reject even these small items.

Was anything associated with him as repulsive as poison in her eyes?

Seeing he wouldn't take it, Lizetta let go.

The bag dropped towards the floor.

Remington's expression shifted, his reflexes quick as he caught the bag before it hit the ground, preventing the contents from scattering and getting dirty.

He clenched the bag, looking at the cold woman in front of him with a mocking smile.

"Timothy said might as well have

walked into a crematorium, that trying to win you back was a mission impossible, and advised me to give up. I didn't believe it, but now, from your own mouth, do you really not want to see me ever again?"

His grip on the bag tightened, his burnt right hand showing beneath. The white bandage on his hand slowly stained red from the pressure. Lizetta's gaze shifted from his hand and met his, her voice emotionless.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's right, give up. I didn't come to see you; came to ask Mr. Dashiell, is it you who's transferring, or should I start the discharge process right now?"

Her look was so decisive, utterly void of sentiment.

Remington's breath became heavy, his hand trembling as he held the bag.

In a moment of uncontrollable emotion, he abruptly pulled Lizetta into the room.

The door slammed shut behind them.