Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 596

His silhouette stood tall, each step forward a testament to his acceptance of grim reality, yet Cedric felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. Cedric stopped the bodyguard who wanted to follow, while a group of people congregated outside Lizetta's hospital room, waiting in anticipation.

The quiet hallway was suddenly filled with the sound of footsteps. Cedric turned to see Fiona and Nathan Hanna arriving together. Fiona, looking unsteady on her feet, was helped inside to see Lizetta, while Nathan and Hanna, hearing that Remington had gone to the maternity ward, decided to head there together.

Just as they reached the door, Remington emerged. Nathan, seeing the bundle in Remington's arms, exclaimed, “Remington, wasn’t the baby...”

Remington glanced at them, his lips curling with a cold sneer as he spoke. "Your grandson, but it seems he knew having such displeasing grandparents and an incompetent father wouldn’t make for a happy life, so he left us early."

As he stepped forward, holding the bundle, Hanna inevitably caught sight of the baby. Her eyes rolled back, and with a scream of terror, she slumped against Nathan, clutching at his coat, murmuring in shock, “How could this be…”

Nathan, quickly supporting her, wore an expression of utter dismay. He knew Hanna must have been reminded of a child they had lost to a miscarriage years ago. He averted his gaze, daring not to look at the bundle again, and said sternly, “Remington, what are you doing!? It was Hans’ doing, none of us wanted this, and this is also my and your mother’s grandson. We are grieving and saddened too, but can you blame us? If there’s blame, it falls on the Gardenia family, for Lizetta having such a vicious biological father, blame it on fate!”

The man’s husky, familiar voice filled the air, and Lizetta’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t look at the man leaning over her; her gaze fell straight to her belly. Flat, empty. She looked around; there was no baby beside her, not even a crib in the room.

Remington, seeing her reaction, knew exactly what she was searching for. He thought that dressing their child for the last time, preparing him for his final journey, was the pinnacle of pain he could endure. But now, he realized that an even greater pain was having to look at her and tell her, with his own voice, that their Daisy was gone.

Yet, no matter how excruciating or difficult, he couldn’t run from it. Facing Lizetta’s puzzled and vacant gaze, Remington’s voice was rough, as if grinding over gravel. “I’m so sorry…”