Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Here's the revised translation:

"Where's the truck?"

"The truck had fake plates, and that model is everywhere. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Luckily, Mr. Remington Dashiell managed to get a rough location of where Hans was hiding and picked up the vehicle from Hans himself. We're still combing through the neighborhood's surveillance footage. The area's mostly factories, but we should be narrowing it down soon. It's just..."

Ray hesitated, and Remington's brows furrowed, his piercing gaze sweeping over.

Ray continued, "It seems like we haven't found any properties owned by the West family there."

Clearly, this was not the outcome they had hoped for.

Remington suddenly crumpled the paper in his hand.

If all these leads turned up nothing, they'd have to pin their hopes on the bait they'd left at the hospital to catch a big fish. Remington had kept Hans' death a secret, setting a trap and purposely blowing up in front of Martin West and his daughter.

He wanted to spook them, make the Wests think Hans had spilled some vital information. If they lost their cool, they'd take the bait.

So far, though, the people keeping tabs on the West family hadn't noticed any unusual activity.

"By the way, this is the surveillance footage from outside the hospital nursery that Mr. Remington Dashiell asked me to pull up.' Ray handed the tablet to Remington.

After hearing about the conflict between Lizetta and Stella outside the nursery, Remington had asked Ray to check the surveillance footage. He opened the video to see Stella in a bright red dress, looking glamorous as she walked up to Lizetta with a maid, stopping her repeatedly. A cold light flickered in Remington's eyes as he ordered, "I don't want to see them at Dashiell Hospital ever again!"

Was he kicking the Wests out of the hospital?

Ray sighed, thinking the Wests had probably burned their last bridges this time.

Mr. Remington Dashiell was throwing all semblance of cordiality out the window.

"Alright, but the Wests might not go quietly..."

Just then, Remington's phone rang.

It was Fiona, and Remington massaged his temples before answering.

"You scoundrel, where have you taken Liz?! Have you lost your mind?"

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"I'm at the hospital, in the ward, of course. You better bring Liz back here! Do you hear me?"

Fiona was furious. When she had come to see Lizetta earlier, Lizetta was still unconscious.

The loss of her great-grandchild had hit the old lady hard, and she was in a bad state, so Remington had someone take her home.

Once she felt a bit better, she

returned to the hospital to see

Lizetta only to find the ward empt

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The doctors and nurses were all evasive.

Fiona knew right away that Remington was behind it.

"Grandma, I'll take good care of her. The hospital is noisy, and she prefers to recuperate at my place. I won't send her back..."

"You scoundrel, speaking such highfalutin nonsense. Do you even believe what you're saying?!"

Fiona cursed, cutting off Remington's words, and through the phone, the sound of her cane thumping on the ground could be heard. Remington said sternly, "Grandma, please don't interfere. I have a plan."

He was about to hang up when Fiona said shakily, "Remington, Liz is

every sensitive and fragile from

everything that's happened. If you push her too far, and she ends up with postpartum depression or worse, will you be able to live with yourself? Think about your mother..."

Hanna had suffered from

postpartum depression and almost smothered Remington in his crib. She had been unstable for years, never fully recovering.

Remington couldn't bear the thought of Lizetta turning into someone like Hanna.

The image of Lizetta, struggling and screaming earlier, flashed before his eyes, and his jaw clenched tight.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his brow bone and stinging his eyes.

But then, he remembered how Lizetta looked when she smiled, her vibrant energy when she danced.

She was so lively, gentle, and naive. How could she ever become like Hanna?