All Novel Sweet
Chapter 596
His silhouette stood tall, each step forward a testament to his acceptance of grim reality, yet Cedric felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. Cedric stopped the bodyguard who wanted to follow, while a group of people congregated outside Lizetta's hospital room, waiting in anticipation.
The quiet hallway was suddenly filled with the sound of footsteps. Cedric turned to see Fiona and Nathan Hanna arriving together. Fiona, looking unsteady on her feet, was helped inside to see Lizetta, while Nathan and Hanna, hearing that Remington had gone to the maternity ward, decided to head there together.
Just as they reached the door, Remington emerged. Nathan, seeing the bundle in Remington's arms, exclaimed, "Remington, wasn't the baby..."
Remington glanced at them, his lips curling with a cold sneer as he spoke. "Your grandson, but it seems he knew having such displeasing grandparents and an incompetent father wouldn't make for a happy life, so he left us early."
As he stepped forward, holding the bundle, Hanna inevitably caught sight of the baby. Her eyes rolled back, and with a scream of terror, she slumped against Nathan, clutching at his coat, murmuring in shock, "How could this be..."
Nathan, quickly supporting her, wore an expression of utter dismay. He knew Hanna must have been reminded of a child they had lost to a miscarriage years ago. He averted his gaze, daring not to look at the bundle again, and said sternly, "Remington, what are you doing!? It was Hans' doing, none of us wanted this, and this is also my and your mother's grandson. We are grieving and saddened too, but can you blame us? If there's blame, it falls on the Gardenia family, for Lizetta having such a vicious biological father, blame it on fate!"
It was the child's fate to have a short life. Nathan, with a furrowed brow, steadied Hanna, who had turned deathly pale, and took a step back, He had intended to offer Remington some words of comfort with Hanna, but their son clearly harbored resentment towards them. Knowing Hanna's psychological trauma from the miscarriage, he deliberately brought them to see the swaddled baby. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
Nathan couldn't believe this was his usually calm and composed son. It was chilling, apocalyptic. Madness!
But upon hearing Nathan's words,
Remington felt their indifference and
detachment. During Lizetta's
pregnancy, Nathan, as the
grandfather, hadn't shown care even once. Hanna did show concern, but it was for Daisyseph Dashiell imposing upon Lizetta with demands. It was the Dashiells who
didn't deserve such a wonderful child. Without another glance at
them, Remington walked away.
Lizetta was awakened by waves of excruciating labor pain, her consciousness slowly returning, her body wracked with agony. Yet, instinctively, she reached for her belly, only for a large hand to grasp hers in mid-air. "Liz, you're awake? Are you feeling alright?"
The man's husky, familiar voice filled the air, and Lizetta's eyes snapped open. She didn't look at the man leaning over her; her gaze fell straight to her belly. Flat, empty. She looked around; there was no baby beside her, not even a crib in the room.
Remington, seeing her reaction,
knew exactly what she was
searching for. He thought that
dressing their child for the last time, preparing him for his final journey, was the pinnacle of pain he could endure. But now, he realized that an even greater pain was having to look at her and tell her, with his own voice, that their Daisy was gone.
Yet, no matter how excruciating or difficult, he couldn't run from it. Facing Lizetta's puzzled and vacant gaze, Remington's voice was rough, as if grinding over gravel. "I'm so sorry..."