Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 865

Cedric had this thought until they reached the hospital, but it quickly vanished when he saw Remington's knee, swollen and bruised beneath the rolled-up leg of his jeans.

Toothache.

It was terrifying. Another kneel and his leg would be done for.

Lizetta felt a tug in her heart at the sight, her gaze wavering.

The doctor was treating it, frowning in confusion.

"Family of the patient, how did he get this injury? It looks serious. Move it around for me, see if we need to take an X-ray..."

The doctor looked up at Lizetta, who hesitated, unsure of what to say.

She couldn't possibly say it was from kneeling.

"Ahem, just... bumped it, an accident."

"Bumped into something to get this? Just to be cautious, I'd recommend an X-ray..."

Before the doctor could finish, Remington, receiving IV fluids on the bed, interjected.

"It's not from a bump, no need for an X-ray."

Saying so, the man flexibly bent his knee a few times, convincing the doctor to leave it at that given his mobility and nonchalant demeanor.

But the doctor was still curious. If it wasn't from a bump, then how did it happen?

The middle-aged doctor wanted to ask more but met Remington's cool gaze and instantly held his tongue.

Yet, he thought he understood how it happened.

Young folks these days, so easily embarrassed. What's the big deal? He was young once too.

Hadn't he also "knelt before the keyboard" in his day?

After applying some bruise ointment, the doctor left. Remington, now hooked to an IV, looked less flushed but more pale and tired.

If Yolanda knew she had stayed with Remington all night...

Yolanda would probably be heading to the kitchen for a knife right now.

"I did come back; it was just late, and you were already asleep."

"Really? But I was back from the studio late at night after shooting an ad."

Lizetta struggled to maintain her composure, quickly saying, "I came back around that time too, maybe just ten or twenty minutes after you."

Yolanda seemed convinced and then shifted the conversation.

"Your brother... I mean, Mr. Madden, he actually set up a few dates for me! Should I go?"

Lizetta, eager to leave, still cared about Yolanda's issues.

"Of course, go! Why not? My brother's recommendations are always spot-on. And it's not like you're only chasing fame; it won't interfere with dating or getting married. Not just go, but dress up nicely. Who knows, your Mr. Right might be among them."