Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 680

She was leaving the city, setting off for somewhere far, far away.

Without her, Zion City would feel like a graveyard, burying everything but him in its silent depths.

Yet, as he embraced her fragile form, witnessing her lying there, refusing to wake, he realized he had lost the courage to hold her close once more.

In the end, Remington could only gently pat Lizetta's shoulder before letting go completely.

Lizetta didn't look up at Remington as she stepped back, quickly heading towards the door.

As she pushed open the hospital room door, she bumped into Ray, who was coming in with some paperwork.

Remington hadn't lied to her; he had indeed sent Ray to take care of the discharge procedures.

“Mrs.…?”

Ray was stunned to see Lizetta walking out of his young master's hospital room.

The lady actually came to see Mr. Remington Dashiell voluntarily?

However, before Ray could rejoice, he caught sight of Remington standing in the room like a statue, realizing things weren't as he had imagined. He quickly stepped aside.

Lizetta passed by Ray without lifting her head, and at that moment, Hogan approached her quickly.

“Liz, are you alright? A junior of mine, studying psychology, got married and brought me some wedding candies. I thought I'd share the joy with you. Why are you out here by yourself? It's chilly outside; you should put on a sweater.”

Hogan was evidently coming from Lizetta's hospital room, seemingly unaware that Lizetta had come from the neighboring room. He quickly stepped forward, lightly placing his arm around Lizetta's shoulders, guiding her back towards her room.

Lizetta, with her head down, didn't resist Hogan's support.

Her legs felt weak, her steps uncertain. She was clearly not in her best form.

Ray thought, realizing Lizetta had cried and had been taken away by Hogan, that Dr. White might be gently and attentively drying her tears this very moment. How could Remington stand it?

He half expected Remington to burst out any second, kick down the neighboring room's door, and tear Hogan apart.

Yet, Remington just clenched his fists tightly, then released them, before turning around with a voice devoid of emotion.

“Pack up, we're leaving.”

Ray panicked, “But what about Mrs.…?”

Remington began unbuttoning his hospital gown, his voice firm as he interrupted, “We're divorced now. Change the way you address her, from now on, she's Ms. Gardenia.”

Ray was speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that Remington struggled with a button, trying three times without success, Ray might have believed he had truly let go.