Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 679

Liz felt a lump in her throat, the irony of the situation suffocating her.

"Enough already!" She turned back, frowning. "Kids say all sorts of things. Do you really think dredging up childhood babble is meaningful?"

"It seems you remember it all too well," Remington chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

He stared at her. "Maybe it isn't meaningful. But what if I become the clingy nuisance that sticks with you forever?"

Liz's chest heaved, a sour sensation rushing to her nose. She fought it down, almost shrieking at him.

"Then I'd rather go through hell and high water to get rid of this nuisance!"

Remington saw the bitterness in her eyes, feeling a pang in his heart as if she had already carved out a piece of it.

She was indeed more ruthless than him. He had let her stick to him so easily back then; now, she wouldn't even glance back.

Liz had been relatively stable these past few days.

However, it was clear that her postpartum depression would uncontrollably surface in Remington's presence.

Her mood was volatile, easily agitated.

Both Liz and Remington were aware of this.

In that moment, his grip on her wrist weakened, and he let go.

"I was just joking. Don't get so worked up. I've already asked Ray to handle my discharge papers. I haven't forgotten what I said while you were unconscious."

He had come to the hospital because he was worried about her, wanting to be close.

If it hadn't been for Mrs. Bernice Madden's accident, which he happened to come across.

He never planned to show up in front of her, wanting to let go as she wished.

But when she chased him to the emergency exit and he saw her, he couldn't help wanting more, to get closer.

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten. I hope Mr. Dashiell will keep his promise this time."

Liz stared at Remington, ignoring the paleness of his face, her voice cold.

Liz clenched her fingers around it, securing it, "Any more issues, Mr. Dashiell?"

Remington looked at her intensely, his gaze thick as a whirlpool, swirling with emotions threatening to engulf her.

Liz's hand trembled slightly, holding the card, the sharp edges digging into her palm. Just as she was about to break under his gaze, feeling increasingly panicked and agitated, he suddenly stepped forward and embraced her.

Unlike his usual hugs, which were intensely warm and tight, as if trying to merge her into his very bones, this hug was restrained, cautious.

Liz was momentarily stunned, forgetting to resist.

Remington's voice was rough, as if he had a mouthful of hot gravel, the words painfully hard to say.

"If letting go means you can breathe freely, find happiness and peace, then I'm willing to let you go. Liz, whether you're going abroad or to another city, take care of yourself."

Because he knew, by letting go,

His Liz would soon be taken back by her family, whether she chose to move to Tranquil Meadows or go abroad, she wouldn't choose to stay in Zion City.