Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

He lifted his hand, and Cedric immediately handed over the tablet. With a swift tap of his slender fingers, Remington played the video.

A secretly recorded video was displayed, capturing the moment of the altercation when Evelina suddenly dashed out, screaming alongside Hanna as they stumbled towards the stairs, only to be heroically pushed away by Yolanda.

The evidence was irrefutable. Martin's expression darkened, unable to defend his stance.

Stella stood up, her voice soft and soothing, "Dad, it was indeed Ms. Yolanda who saved my sister-in- law. We ought to show our gratitude."

She then turned to Remington, "Remington, my dad was unaware of the truth and worried about my mom, which led to his rash behavior. I apologize on his behalf. How is Ms. Yolanda? I'll make sure to bring a generous gift to personally thank her for risking her life to save my brother's only child."

Stella was understanding and considerate.

But Lizetta found the situation amusing. Yolanda was her friend.

She was here to seek justice for Yolanda. Did Stella not see her standing right there?

She chuckled and spoke before Remington could.

"Well then! It's still Ms. West who speaks reason. Let me thank Ms. West on behalf of Yoli first. The West family's posthumous child is precious indeed. I'm eager to see just how sincere the West family is." Stella looked at Lizetta in astonishment. She hadn't expected this reaction from Lizetta.

Wasn't Lizetta supposed to feel insulted by the West family's attempt to make amends with money?

Lizetta gave Stella a smile, "It was Ms. West who suggested it. Why the surprised look now? Weren't you just paying lip service without any intention to act?"

Stella hurriedly shook her head, smiling, "You're Remington's wife, right? May I call you Liz? Liz, please don't misunderstand. I was merely contemplating the best way to express our gratitude to Ms. Yolanda." Seeing the conversation veering off-topic, Remington interjected, "We can discuss this matter later."

It was his way of giving Stella a way out.

Lizetta thought she would feel hurt; but her heart was numb, barely registering any emotion.

"Godfather, we've found that the

diary was a forgery crafted by

Evelina with the help of a

net

professional restorer. It was also Evelina who bribed the hotel staff to broadcast the video on the big screen, leading to the chaos at the wedding! No one can protect her today; she must be handed over to me!"

If not for these actions, the subsequent accidents wouldn't have happened.

By the time he had arrived, the wedding would have continued, and things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Remembering Lizetta's look of disdain, Remington's gaze towards Evelina seemed as if he were looking at a dead person.

Feeling the man's icy and piercing gaze, Evelina shrank back, turning pale as she clung to Barbara. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Barbara immediately asked, "What diary? Remington, do you have any evidence?"

Remington gestured, and Cedric handed Martin a file of investigation documents.

"Mr. West, we've identified the

et

restorer who helped Evelina forge the diary. Here's his confession, along with the records of

transactions from Evelina's account.

Evelina didn't personally participate in it, and cash was used for the transaction. However, the person who carried out this task for her is Frank's people."

Martin frowned, "Frank? The second son of the Smith family who runs hotels? Why would he help Evelina?"

Upon hearing this, Lizetta remembered-Frank was also present at Lucian's reception.

When the dance floor held wild celebrations, she had seen Evelina passionately kissing a man.

Later, at the hospital, she had captured Evelina in cheating but didn't see the man's face, though his voice sounded familiar. Could it be Frank?

Indeed, the Smith family owned the hotel where she was drugged during Professor Dories' job interview.

That hotel seemed to belong to the Smith family.

Could it be that Evelina's child was actually Frank's?

If so, Evelina had really dug her own grave, and her fate wouldn't be pleasant.