Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1012

If he knew the truth, things wouldn't be so harmonious.

Remington held Liz close. "Well, once he finds out, I'll let him beat and scold me however he likes."

Liz raised an eyebrow at him, not believing for a second that he'd actually tolerate that. He wasn't the type to endure anyone's reprimands, and even if he were willing, no one would dare lay a hand on him anyway.

"Sigh, it's better if he doesn't find out the truth," Liz said, frowning. "If he knew about Jolin and Hans Gardenia, I can't imagine how devastated he'd be."

Since waking up, Thaddeus hadn't seen Jolin. He had asked about her twice, but Liz had brushed it off both times. Thaddeus probably knew what their mother was like and guessed that Liz had been bearing the burden alone while he was asleep. He simply patted her head and said, "You've worked so hard, my Liz. I've dragged you down." After that, he never mentioned Jolin again.

Remington ruffled Liz's hair. "He's a grown man who's survived death itself. There's nothing he can't get past. Stop worrying so much about him."

Hearing this, Liz realized that Remington had somehow learned how to comfort people. But just as she was feeling a newfound respect for him, the man's tone suddenly shifted.

"If you love worrying so much, why don't you focus on your boyfriend, Ms. Madden?"

Liz was utterly speechless. Too lazy to argue with the king of jealousy, she pushed him away. She was just about to head to the bathroom when a pair of car headlights suddenly swept across the area downstairs.

Oakridge Heights and its surroundings were usually very quiet and secluded. Headlights at this hour meant someone was definitely approaching the estate.

Liz looked at Remington. "Who is it?"

The man didn't answer immediately. His gaze drifted toward the courtyard, the earlier lazy warmth vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a cold glint. "Just some annoying pests."

If friends or family were visiting at this hour, they would have called ahead. It wasn't hard to guess who these uninvited guests were.

In the car, Stella West sat by the back window, her face pale. Looking at the quiet, luxuriously imposing estate in the night, her eyes burned with resentment. Such a prestigious place should have been her future home. But because of Liz, that goal seemed to be slipping further and further away.

Damn it.

Suddenly, a stern, slightly raspy older voice echoed beside her. It was Martin West.

"Put away that vicious look on your face!" he snapped. "What man would like a woman who wears her malice so openly? Useless!"

Stella didn't dare talk back. She quickly reined in her emotions and forced a faint smile. "I'm sorry, Dad. I slipped up."

Martin glanced at her before continuing. "Tonight is an opportunity. Figure out how to use it, and don't disappoint me again."