Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Barbara was on the verge of collapse, who would dare to mess with her?

She held Evelina close, and even Ray didn't have the guts to forcefully take her away.

With half of her face buried in Barbara's embrace, Evelina glanced at Lizetta, a hint of defiance in her smile. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, mom, please don't say that. You need to take care of yourself. Our West family only has so few people left. We can't afford to lose even one more!"

The two hugged and cried together, making it seem like whoever appeared weaker was in the right.

Just then, the hospital room door opened.

Martin's stern voice echoed, "Remington, what are you doing? Let go!"

"Mom!"

Beside Martin, a long-haired woman rushed in, exclaiming, and ran to the bedside.

She sat down, gently patting Barbara's back, then looked up at Remington pitifully, asking, "Remington, what happened? My mom's not in good shape. Can we talk about this outside?" Lizetta was taken aback as she looked at the woman with long hair.

This woman must be the real Stella.

She was the woman Remington had abandoned their wedding for, rushing thousands of miles, unable to wait even a day to bring back.

Despite Lizetta's claims of indifference, at that moment, she couldn't help but stare breathlessly at the woman.

She was very slender, beautiful, yet pale, with refined features not much different from her photos.

At least Lizetta recognized her instantly, although the Stella in those childhood photos was sunny and lively.

But the woman before her looked sorrowful, timid, and fragile as glass.

The way she looked up at Remington, pleading, panicked, and dependent, was truly pitiable.

Lizetta's gaze shifted to Remington.

The man, sure enough, was also looking down at Stella, his eyes no longer as sharp as before.

In Lizetta's eyes, he seemed to be so tender that he was almost melt.

Perhaps Remington felt Lizetta's scrutinizing gaze because he suddenly turned to look at her.

Lizetta didn't flinch, crossing her arms and curling her lips sarcastically.

Stella, perhaps noticing Remington's silence, timidly tugged at his sleeve.

"Remington?"

Remington met Lizetta's icy and mocking stare, frowning slightly.

Her expression of amusement made him feel uncomfortable. Did she really not care at all?

He was about to brush off Stella's pull, but in that moment, his lowered gaze caught sight of Stella's maimed fingers.

His movement halted, and his voice softened.

"Stella, I don't want to disturb your mom either. We can talk outside, but Evelina must come with us."

Barbara immediately tightened her grip on Evelina, "No way! Nobody is taking my daughter-in-law and my grandson away!"

Her breathing became labored, a frightening sign of her agitation.

Stella, in panic, tried to soothe her, while Martin frowned in annoyance, "Remington, I know about what happened at your wedding! It was all caused by your so-called wife. Luckily, your mother and Evelina were unharmed at that time, just some insignificant person took the fall.

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The Dashiell family's reputation was tarnished why are you making a scene here, instead of locking. yourselves in and settling things

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with your wife?"

Lizetta suddenly scoffed,

"Insignificant person? Ha, she has a

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name, it's Yolanda! If it weren't for her, Evelina would have been the one to take that fall, and the child of the West family in her womb would've been lost! What? Does the West family think granting favors means others are indebted for life? When it's your turn to appreciate someone else's grace, you downplay it? Indeed, being hypocritical is always the easiest path."

Martin's face darkened, glaring at Lizetta, "Sharp-tongued wench!"

"No match for your hypocritical facade." Lizetta retorted.

Martin's face turned even darker, "Remington, you're letting her get away with this nonsense?"

Remington's lips parted slightly, but he said, "Yolanda did indeed save Evelina. We have the video as proof."