Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 577

Liz was utterly flabbergasted as she stared at Remington. What on earth was he rambling about?

There was no way she hadn't felt any movement if Daisy was indeed "quietly" nestled in her belly.

Yet, there was Remington, speaking with utter seriousness, “Mr. Madden probably has no clue what it feels like to have a baby kick. I suggest Mr. Madden and Florence hurry up, tie the knot, and start a family. It's quite the miracle, wouldn't you say, Liz?”

He lowered his gaze only to lift his eyebrows suggestively at Liz a moment later. His hand gently caressed her side, his touch whispering, "Let's keep this our little secret."

Liz had just made a fool of herself in front of Jerome, which was embarrassing enough. Now with Remington also stirring the pot, she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment, unable to face Jerome.

She shot Remington a fierce glare, at a loss for words. Just then, a group hastened their steps towards them. Leading them was an elderly gentleman, his hair silver but his spirit vibrant. His face etched with worry.

Mrs. Bernice Madden's face lit up at the sight of him, waving excitedly. “Archie, come see who I found!”

Nelson moved closer, taking his wife's hand, his demeanor visibly softening. “Who is it? Surprise me,” he played along.

The elderly lady had wandered off, and it was clear that Nelson was the most concerned, yet he didn’t utter a single word of blame. His every emotion seemed to vanish in her presence, his tenderness like that of soothing a child.

In contrast to Andrea's earlier demeanor, Nelson's affection and silent warmth towards his wife were touching. And Mrs. Bernice Madden, though her mind was not as sharp, clearly relied heavily on Nelson.

Liz, in her simple pink lace top and casual, belly-supporting palazzo pants, draped in a cream cardigan, her hair loosely tied up with a wooden pin, looked effortlessly graceful and serene. There was something about her – a resemblance to his late daughter Elsa in her gentle demeanor, yet upon closer inspection, not quite the same. But even Nelson had to admit, the young woman before him was indeed more striking.

“My dear, were you the one who looked after my wife? Would you join us for a meal as a token of our gratitude?” Nelson asked, smiling warmly.

Before Liz could respond, Andrea stepped forward, taking his hand. “Grandpa, Miss Gardenia clearly has her own matters to attend to here at the airport, and that gentleman is her husband. You and grandma must be tired from the flight. Let’s find another time to thank Miss Gardenia properly.”

Nelson was about to respond when Mrs. Bernice Madden grew anxious, tugging at his hand.