Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 813

Lizzy gasped, pulling the baby back into her arms and gently patting his little bottom.

"Ron! What's wrong with Ron?"

As the hospital room door swung open, the person who rushed in caused Remington to furrow his brow in surprise.

It was Stella.

Her face was a mask of anxious worry as she hurried towards Lizzy.

Bending over, Stella tried to snatch the baby from Lizzy's arms.

Instinctively, Lizzy tightened her hold, and as the two tugged back and forth, the baby, already awake, began to cry loudly, clutching at Lizzy's shirt and burrowing into her embrace.

Lizzy's eyes turned icy. "Stella, what are you doing! Let go of the child!"

Startled, Lizzy pushed Stella away.

Stella stumbled backward, towards Remington.

She clearly intended to fall into Remington's arms, but he swiftly sidestepped, avoiding her.

Stella, missing her mark, twisted her ankle in her high heels, "Ouch!"

Anna, who had followed in, hurriedly supported Stella. Stella, looking at Remington, had eyes filled with vulnerability and grievance.

"Remington, can you ask Liz to give Ron back to me? I know Lizzy resents Evelina, and even more so hates the unfortunate timing of Ron's birth. Remington, you were there for Ron's birth but couldn't make it to take Liz into the delivery room. And then, indirectly, it led to your own child's stillbirth. But Ron is innocent, he..."

"Enough! Stella, shut your mouth!"

Every word from Stella was like a dagger to the ear, and Remington sharply cut her off.

His brows knitted together, his gaze icy as it swept over Stella and Anna standing behind her, still taken aback by the child's identity.

Lizzy was even more stunned, her arms stiffening as she held the baby, her gaze shifting to Remington.

"This child is... the one Evelina Hawthorne gave birth to that night?"

Her eyes were complicated, a vulnerability hidden within.

Remington clenched his fist at his side, saying gravely, "Liz, I just found out too."

"Waaah... Waaah!"

But the baby, in Lizzy's arms, opened his eyes.

As if sensing Lizzy's change in emotion, knowing he was being rejected, the baby looked heartbroken.

His big, clear eyes, like black grapes, were teary, reflecting Lizzy's figure.

Pouting his rosy little mouth, he cooed at her, even reaching out his soft little hand to touch Lizzy's face.

Lizzy held the baby's hand, soft as a cotton ball, and let out a gentle sigh.

She didn't understand why fate loved to play such jokes on her.

This baby, with whom she felt such a connection, turned out to be that child.

Lizzy's stiff hand gently patted the crying baby, who, wanting to please her, let out a tiny, adorable hiccup and stopped crying.

Instead, he stared at Lizzy with his watery grape-like eyes, gurgling, full of curiosity.