Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 631

Stella was dumbstruck and terrified.

She had also thrown herself into the fray, kicking Lizetta repeatedly.

Instinctively, she ran towards Martin, but Remington reached out and grabbed Stella's ankle.

Thud!

Stella hit the ground hard, her forehead slamming onto the floor, leaving her dizzy and unable to even cry out.

"Remington! This is the West residence; you're way out of line!"

Martin was instantly furious, and the West family's bodyguards stepped forward, as did the bodyguards Remington had brought along.

The living room atmosphere turned tense in an instant.

Just then, the sound of police sirens grew louder, approaching from the distance.

Remington clenched his fist tightly, then relaxed, holding Lizetta's frail body even closer.

Martin watched his every move, eyes filled with a cold glint. He barked orders.

"Get her up and call a doctor, now!"

The servants snapped to action, rushing to help Stella.

Stella's forehead swelled up badly, and blood flowed even more freely, half her face covered in it.

She winced in pain, supported to sit on the couch, looking as if she had lost half her life.

But hearing the police sirens outside, she felt it was all worth it.

She was elated, thinking that no matter what, Lizetta's attempted murder charge was secured, leaving no escape for Lizetta!

Thinking of Lizetta's impending prison time, Stella felt Mrs. Dashiell's position was practically in her grasp.

How could Stella not look forward to it?

Stella tilted her head back, pointing to the mark on her neck, then coughed.

Remington just held Lizetta closer, his gaze darkening, lips curling slightly, "Well, your life sure is tough!"

Stella was stunned, disbelief written all over her face.

"Remington! What do you mean?!" Martin slammed his teacup onto the table.

Remington's cold gaze met his. "Using my wife's grief and desire for revenge, baiting her into a crime to get rid of her, isn't that your goal?

If you weren't fully prepared, could Stella be sitting here unscathed? All these bodyguards and servants, isn't this a bit much just for my wife?"

Stella bit her lip, tears almost refusing to fall.

She pointed to the blood on her face and the bruise on her neck.

"What do you mean unscathed? Look at me…"