Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 595

"Mr. Dashiell!"

Cedric gasped while the doctor’s face went pale with shock.

Taking a step forward, Cedric intended to support Remington, but the man was already forcing himself to lift his head. His pale face was tinged with a smear of blood, the only color left on his handsome features.

“Please, take heart…”

The doctor's words pierced through the heart like a shard of ice. The pain of losing a child was unbearable, more agonizing than having one's flesh cut out. And he wasn't even the one who had carried the child. If he felt this way, how was Lizetta supposed to face this after enduring the agony of childbirth?

Remington's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the sweet bitterness in his throat, staring at the doctor with a voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable.

“Does she know?”

The doctor, somewhat startled, took a moment before hastily shaking his head.

“Mrs. Dashiell lost a lot of blood, couldn't keep up, and then passed out... she doesn't know yet...”

At that moment, noises came from the operating room as Lizetta was wheeled out. Remington wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze falling on the woman lying there, fragile as a piece of paper. Her wet hair, her eyes tightly shut, and a bandage wrapped around her forehead. Even with a blood transfusion bag attached, her face was as white as snow.

“Sir, you need to take care of yourself too. Let me help you get checked out, this isn't good...”

Cedric had become worried when Remington suddenly coughed up blood. He learned from the bodyguard who came back with them that on the way back, Remington swerved to avoid an accident and crashed into a utility pole, deploying the airbag. Cedric was concerned Remington might have internal injuries, but before he could finish, Remington's gaze fell on a bag held by the bodyguard behind him, his voice hoarse.

“Give it here.”

The bag contained a small blanket, baby clothes, a bottle, and such. These were all meant for the baby, now no longer needed... What the doctor had said at the operating room door amounted to announcing the child was stillborn, not even considered a live birth.

But seeing the boss like this, he was probably going to personally take the child to be properly laid to rest. Cedric felt a lump in his throat, took the bag, and handed it to Remington. The man's face was calm as he took the bag, his grip tight. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if the pressure could burst them open.