Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 

“I’m gonna give granny a ring. Got work to do this arvo, bet you do too, right.” 

She hightailed it to the door, where her phone had been left on a low cabinet by the entrance, courtesy of Remington. 

She didn’t dare look back at Remington, as she felt all kinds of emotions mixed up; part of her hoped that he’d grab her and spill some sweet nothings to make her stay. 

But fear had the upper hand–she was scared that if he did try to hold her back, she wouldn’t have the heart to walk away 

Turns out she’d overestimated her place in his heart, though. She made the call, and Remington didn’t peep another word. 

Guess his earlier chit–chat was just him blowing smoke. 

After Lizetta hung up, Tina was summoned by Fiona to get the door. 

“The old lady’s waiting downstairs,” Tina said. 

So Lizetta and Remington went down together, and Fiona gave them the once–over as soon as she laid eyes on them. 

The old lady’s heart skipped a beat. 

This doesn’t look like a pair who’ve kissed and made up, does it? 

“Remington, I told you to sweet–talk your wife. Did you? Did you apologize properly?” 

Granny’s brows knitted in anger as she waved Lizetta over. 

Lizetta went to her, taking Fiona’s hand and sitting beside her. 

“Granny, Remi did woo me, and he apologized. I’ve forgiven him. Now I know Remi didn’t mean to not save me that day, and I truly don’t hold it against him.” 

“So, are you two good now?” 

Granny took another look at them. 

Maybe they had made up but were too shy to show it? 

Lizetta glanced at Remington, who had a frosty look as he settled into an armchair. 

He said to Fiona, “Granny, you don’t need to worry about us. Even if we split, she’ll still be the Dashiell family’s daughter.” 

With those words, “still the Dashiell family’s daughter,” Lizetta felt like her heart was being yanked hard. 

She felt her nose tingled, and she almost burst into tears. 

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She’d been so set on getting a divorce, longing to return to being the younger sister. 

Now that she’d got her wish, she should be over the moon, but all she felt was a spreading bitterness. 

Yet, she managed a smile and nodded, “Yeah, Granny.” 

“What divorce! Why on earth would you split up? I won’t have it! Over my dead body!” Fiona fumed. 

Lizetta hurried to calm the storm, coaxing, “Granny, it’s something Remi and I have agreed on. We both think it’s for the best, and we hope you’ll respect our decision.” 

As Remington watched Lizetta’s eager and hopeful smile, a flicker of scorn crossed his eyes. His knuckles whitened on the armrest from his grip. 

“No way! Remington, say something for crying out loud! Liz is young, she’s impulsive, and what about you? Are you just playing around, trying to give me a heart attack?” 

Granny was furious, glaring at Remington, who glanced at Lizetta again.. 

He saw her anxious look; probably she was scared he’d change his mind and block her escape route. 

With Granny steaming up, this woman still wasn’t budging an inch; she was hell–bent on divorce like a bull that won’t be pushed. 

If the Dashiell family and the Mrs. Dashiell title had become chains that kept her from smiling, why keep forcing things? 

He said firmly, “Granny, she’s not a kid anymore. She knows what she’s doing, and nobody can stop her. I’ve got an important meeting this afternoon, gotta head back to the office.” 

“Damn it! I’m not done with you, get back here!” 

Fiona was so mad that she started thumping the couch, but Remington didn’t look back. 

His tall figure quickly disappeared into the foyer; his exit was all cold shoulders and impatience. 

Lizetta’s eyelashes drooped, but her right hand clenched the candies in her pocket. 

Their story started years back with a single candy. 

And now, it ended with these few sweets–full circle, wasn’t it? 

Guess that’s that.