Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's brow furrowed slightly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Remington? Are you listening?"

Stella received no response, her anxiety growing alongside the sound of something crashing to the ground.

Remington asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Did you fall? Has the doctor arrived yet?"

"The doctor should be on his way, I guess."

"There's a doctor coming... they'll take care of it..."

As Remington flipped through the documents and signed his name, Stella interrupted him, her voice breaking into sobs.

"Remington, my dad's been really sick lately. He just fell asleep after his IV, which has some sleeping meds in it. He's out cold now. I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't serious..." Remington tapped his pen on the desk, his voice cold.

"Stella, after what Evelina did, ruining my wedding, she should've been beyond redemption. It was only after you and Luna begged me that I agreed to spare that child.

I've done more than enough for the West family, even at the expense of Liz's feelings. How did your mother repay me?"

He had spared the West family's child, yet Luna went out of her way to seek retribution, endangering his wife and child. Remington's voice was cold and filled with loathing.

Stella seemed frightened by his icy tone, letting out a loud crash.

"Ah!"

"Miss, are you alright? You still have a fever..."

A servant's cry of alarm followed, and then the phone was picked up again, Stella's pleading voice coming through clearly. "But my mom paid with her life, Remington. Evelina is the only blood left of my brother in this world!

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We both caused his death, and now that his child is coming into this world, you must share this burden of redemption with me!" Stella's voice was stubborn and impassioned through the phone.

Suddenly, Remington clenched his phone tighter, haunted by the unwilling eyes of Quentin at his death.

Those were eyes full of longing for life; Quentin was under thirty, his whole life ahead of him.

Remington had once promised to take care of his orphan.

"I'm really scared, what if the baby doesn't make it? The baby is underdeveloped and premature..."

Stella's frantic voice continued, but Remington closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his voice was dry and strained.

"Stella, once the baby is born, make plans to go abroad as soon as you can."

Stella's alarmed voice stopped abruptly.

She had agreed to go abroad before, but had been hospitalized for burns these past few days.

It was probably because she got

burned trying to save Lizetta, and Remington had visited her twice, seeing her feverish condition, he hadn't pushed for her to travel abroad earlier.

Stella had secretly hoped her scheme worked, believing Remington no longer intended to force her abroad.

But who knew...

Stella bit her lip hard, swallowing back a sob before responding.

"Okay, once the baby is safely born, it'll fort to my dad, too. With

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We one to keep him company,

I'll be more at peace going abroad."

Remington exhaled in relief, finally standing up from his chair.

"You should head straight to Lanson."

The man grabbed his coat and headed out.

As he reached the parking lot, a call from Bess came in. Remington immediately answered, inquiring about Lizetta's condition.

"Mrs. Madden's swelling in her feet

jet

has gone down quite a bit. She even visited Mrs. Bernice Madden this afternoon and met up with Fiona, They spent a good while walking around the park with the two older ladies. She might be a bit tired; she fell asleep while watching TV in the living room just now. Should I wake her?"

Bess's voice was low, cautious not to disturb Lizetta.

Remington instinctively lowered his voice as well, "No, let her sleep there. Just cover her with a blanket."

"It's covered."

"Put a cushion by the sofa, don't let her roll off."

Remington reminded her, and Bess hurriedly responded, "I forgot about that. I'll take care of it right away."