Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

At that moment, when Lizetta inquired, the man finally spoke up.

"She might be outside, I'll go have a look."

Lizetta nodded but frowned slightly.

She recalled the irresponsible mother they had encountered earlier at the restaurant, who had brought her baby to the hospital without any identification. And now, with the baby taken away, the mother had simply vanished? This was beyond absurd.

As Remington turned to leave, Lizetta thought for a moment and then said, "Could you ask someone to bring some clean clothes for the baby, along with small towels, diapers, a little blanket, and some toys?"

It seemed the baby's mother had come completely unprepared.

Remington paused, his voice deep and reassuring.

"Don't worry, I've already asked Cedric to bring them over."

Lizetta was surprised he had thought of everything, even before she had, her clear eyes reflecting a ripple of gratitude.

"Thank you," she said.

She knew Remington wasn't usually one to meddle, yet he had helped find a doctor, arranged for a room, and had things sent over, all because she cared for this baby and perhaps because he felt a similar concern. "What's there to thank? But, do you know this little one?"

"Not really, but it feels like fate. We ran into each other at the restaurant earlier..." Lizetta explained.

Remington almost instantly thought of the crushed velvet flower under Lizetta's foot.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "So, your mood at the restaurant was because of this baby?"

He had noticed Lizetta's mood shift earlier.

"Yes, at that time... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin what you gave me, and I didn't know you made that flower by hand."

Meeting Remington's gaze, perhaps it was the atmosphere, but Lizetta found it easier to express her apologies now than before.

Remington's dark, deep eyes seemed to sparkle as he smiled slightly, gently tousling Lizetta's hair with a light touch.

"Silly, you never have to apologize to me, especially not for showing your temper. It's not a mistake."

He saw her temper as a quirky form of affection towards him.

In his eyes, she was allowed to make and learn from her mistakes without worry.

Perhaps it was the warmth in his gaze or the gentle touch on her head

that made Lizetta's heart flutter

audibly, her cheeks flushing with a spread of crimson. She tilted her head away, fearing Remington would hear her racing heart.

Remington's gaze lingered on her ear, glowing ruby under the light, his lips curling slightly.

He withdrew his hand, noting she had been holding the baby for a while and suggested, "The baby's asleep now, you should lay him down on the bed." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Reminded by him, Lizetta realized the ache in her arms and back.

She nodded, "I understand. Please go find the baby's mother."

Lizetta believed such an adorable baby deserved all the love and attention.

Perhaps their actions were too overbearing, or Remington's

presence too intimidating, whirl net

might have scared the baby's mother from coming in.

She urged Remington to find the child's mother as she gently placed the baby on the bed.

Just as Remington reached the door, it suddenly burst open from the outside.

At the same time, the baby Lizetta had just settled began to fuss, letting out a wail with a pout.