Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Liz thought to herself that Remington was probably still catching up on sleep, so why not let Jerome have breakfast first? She could always prepare another one for Remington later.

Little did she know, from the hospital room's window on the third floor, Cedric was watching over the scene below. Catching a glimpse of Liz, he cheerfully turned to the anxious man beside him and said, "I see Mrs. Dashiell! She'll be up in no time. Told you Mrs. Dashiell wouldn't just leave and not come back to check on you!" Remington, with a slight press of his lips, replied, "I never doubted that. She would never just leave me hanging."Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cedric, puzzled, thought, "Then who's the one who's been so restless, asking about Mrs. Dashiell over and over again in just a short while?"

But, just two minutes later...

"Where is she?"

"Maybe the elevator's too busy this morning."

"We're just on the third floor!"

Even if Liz had taken the stairs, she should've been here by now.

"Maybe Mrs. Dashiell didn't think of taking the stairs."

Five minutes later...

"Are you sure you saw her?"

"It was Mrs. Dashiell, no doubt. Maybe I should go down and see what's up."

As Cedric made to leave, Remington frowned and asked, "When you saw her, was she alone or was there someone with her?"

"Well... it seemed like there was a man in a suit with Mrs. Dashiell."

Cedric, realizing something, saw Remington's handsome face darken, his voice cold as he ordered, "Go check if Jerome has been discharged."

Cedric left and returned shortly, visibly trembling, "Sir, Mrs. Dashiell... she went to visit Mr. Madden."

Remington's hand, resting by his side, clenched suddenly. Instinctively trying to get out of bed, he moved his legs too swiftly, a wave of pain washing over him.

His face paled as he struggled to stand, leaning on the nightstand, an embarrassing sight.

Cedric rushed to his aid, his face contorted as if in pain.

He suddenly thought that the president's plan might not have been the best.

However, Remington shook him off, standing on his own and stubbornly hanging the IV drip on a mobile stand, pushing it as he moved forward, an air of coldness

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Cedric, knowing better than to provoke him further, retreated to a corner, sighing.

But before Remington could leave the room, a surprised and displeased voice came from the door.

"Where are you going? Why aren't you resting properly?"

Remington looked up to see Liz stepping in quickly.

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, yet tensed up again, thinking that after the president's display of jealousy, he was surely going to lash out at Mrs. Dashiell. But then, in the next second, Remington extended his hand towards Liz, "Liz, I thought you weren't coming."

He looked just like a child who had been left behind.

Cedric, speechless, thought there was nothing more to see here.

Yet Liz quickly stepped forward, taking Remington's outstretched hand, helping him, "Do you need to use the restroom? Or did you want to come out looking for me..

"I need the restroom. Can you help me there?"

Liz instinctively looked for Cedric, "Maybe Cedric could..."

But Cedric not wanting to be in the way of their moment, quickly interrupted, "Mrs. Dashiell, weren't you going to bring breakfast for the president and me? Where's the breakfast?"

Liz, speechless.

The breakfast had already made its way into Jerome's stomach.

Liz suddenly felt her face heating up, caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling as if she was navigating treacherous waters, guilt creeping up on her.