Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 907

Lizetta's face was a mask of panic, her voice shaky.

She cursed herself inwardly for wearing a pencil skirt under her coat today—a garment not exactly made for running.

In that moment, she realized just how instinctively she trusted and relied on Remington.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Remington's deep voice resonated beside her.

In the next instant, his reassuring hand patted her shoulder before he was off like a shot towards the pool.

Lizetta felt a wave of calm wash over her, enough to steady her wobbly legs.

But just as Remington reached the pool's edge, there was another loud splash.

Cassius had jumped from the third floor right after him.

By the time Lizetta made it to the poolside, Cassius had already reached the bottom, pulling Yolanda to the surface.

Remington was in the water too, swimming swiftly towards them.

Seeing this, Lizetta felt a little more at ease and refrained from diving in herself.

"How is she?"

Remington swam over, asking.

"She's okay."

Cassius looked slightly pale but seemed otherwise alright, showing no signs of exhaustion or injury.

However, Yolanda, whom he was holding, was clearly unconscious.

Yolanda's robe had come undone, and seeing that Cassius was managing, Remington turned back towards the pool's edge.

Lizetta was already there, anxiously waiting, her coat ready in hand.

As soon as Cassius brought Yolanda to the side, Lizetta quickly wrapped her in the coat, cradling her and checking her over.

"Yoli? Yoli!"

Cassius's fists clenched, his expression darkening as he followed her inside.

Half an hour later, a private doctor arrived to give a still-unconscious Yolanda a thorough check-up.

"Doctor, how is she?" Lizetta asked anxiously, holding Yolanda's hand.

"Nothing serious, you don't need to worry too much," the doctor replied, packing up his medical bag.

Lizetta's brow furrowed with disbelief. "Nothing serious? What do you mean? Yoli's out cold. Doesn't she need any treatment?"

The doctor's nonchalant attitude puzzled her.

"There's no significant injury. She's not exactly unconscious, just deeply asleep from drinking too much. Goodness knows how much she had. She’ll wake up once she’s slept it off. If you're worried, you could give her some aspirin for the hangover."

Lizetta was momentarily speechless.

She glanced at Yolanda, who lay there under the covers, silent and still. She didn't know whether to be relieved or to wake her up and give her a piece of her mind.

What a scare she gave them all.