Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Being a man, Hogan’s intention was crystal clear to Remington.

Remington’s handsome face was as cold as frost, but Lizetta found him inexplicably strange.

“He just called to tell me that my elder brother’s health is stable.”

She didn’t dare let Remington know that she was secretly preparing to study abroad.

After all, he hadn’t even agreed to a divorce, let alone thinking about studying abroad.

But she had made up her mind and wouldn’t be deceived into changing it again!

Remington, with eyes deep as the abyss, said, “Should I get you a mirror to see that guilty look on your face?” He knew her too well, including the way she lied.

The cleverest lies were those mixed with truth and falsehood, so Lizetta says, “He also mentioned that there’s a medical institution abroad dedicated to awakening comatose patients, and we could send my elder brother there.”

But the old fox isn’t talking about the grapes.

Remington snorted, “I’ll arrange another esteemed physician for your brother.”

The man’s making announcements, not asking opinions. He unilaterally ended the conversation and opened the door to leave.

Desperate, Lizetta grabbed his arm.

“I’ve discussed it with him! We’re getting divorced, I don’t want to be a bother to you anymore.”

“Bother him instead of me? What’s your relationship with him? Also, do you have a goldfish memory and have you forgotten what you just agreed to?”

Lizetta snickered, “That was just a line for granny. With a jerk like you, I’m afraid of getting clogged milk ducts if we don’t divorce!”

“Say that again, Lizetta!” Remington’s handsome face darkened, as if he wanted to strangle her.

With cold determination, Lizetta stomped hard on his foot.

Seizing the moment of his distraction, she slipped away in front of him.

At the dinner table, Remington sat down next to Lizetta with a grim face, and Fiona glared at him unhappily.

“Think you were born too fair–skinned? Who’re you scowling at? If you’re not helpful, at least serve your wife a bowl of soup.”

“Granny, she specifically mentioned not wanting to bother me.” Remington looked at Lizetta, one eyebrow raised, “Right, Mrs. Dashiell?”

He drew everyone’s attention, and Lizetta did not dare let him serve her soup.

She stood up, “I’ll serve Granny the soup. I’ve made her favorite carp, tofu, and mushroom soup. It’s very fresh”

“Lizetta’s the obedient one,” Hanna sarcastically remarked.

In the past, Lizetta would have timidly served soup to everyone at the table, trying to please Hanna.

But today, she ignored Hanna and sat down, prompting Hanna to resume her sarcastic remarks.

“It seems like we, the parents, don’t deserve to drink this soup.”

Fiona glared at her, “If you want soup, serve yourself. I bet Remington’s lack of hands comes from following you.”

Hanna tried to say more, but Nathan cut in, “Let’s eat”

Hanna shut up, but her expression turned even sourer.

Fiona wasn’t satisfied and threw Remington a look.

“No hands, no heart, and no words! Only Liz would marry you out of charity, otherwise, I bet you could never find a wife or father children in your lifetime.”

What on earth had this scoundrel done to make the wife he just won over slip away again?

The old lady had a headache.

Hanna, disliking Fiona’s words, chimed in again, “Mom, you’re being unfair. There are plenty of fine ladies out there dying to marry Remington.”

Fiona was displeased, “Liz grew up under my care. How can those outside vixens compare? She’s also my lifesaver! Not to mention the flood of ladies, even a fairy descended from heaven, she would have to stand aside!”

When Lizetta was five, Rachel Hawthorne brought her over for a visit. Fiona fainted from a heart condition in the secluded greenhouse, and the heavy wooden door was accidentally locked by the servants. Little Lizetta, by chance, was there, frantically banging on the door and screaming, attracting everyone and saved the old lady just in time,

Later, it was discovered that the little girl’s delicate hands were swollen like buns, and she nearly lost her voice. from shouting.

Because of this incident, Thaddeus, having no other options, dared to kneel before the Dashiell family, begging them to take in Lizetta,

Only later did Lizetta learn that Fiona wasn’t actually home that night; it was Remington who decided to keep her.

“Mom, those are old stories. Besides, didn’t the Dashiell family raise her too? You can’t play favorites forever. And as for having children, it’s up to the woman’s ability. I haven’t spared any efforts to consult doctors and get medicine for Lizetta these past two years. Your cherished granddaughter–in–law neither appreciates it nor cooperates, so how can you blame Remington?”

Fiona frowned, “With good seeds, even a desert can bloom into an oasis! In the end, it’s the man who is inadequate! Tina, serve the tonic soup prepared for Remington.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Remington didn’t expect the conversation to circle back and hit him.

The dark brown soup was brought over, emitting a less–than–pleasant aroma.

“Granny, perhaps we don’t need the tonic soup?”

Remington sighed helplessly, while Fiona laughed and pulled Lizetta’s hand.

“Whether you need it or not, is up to your wife to decide.”

Lizetta looked over, meeting Remington’s somewhat amused gaze.