Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

\"Yoli!\"

Lizetta took a step forward, but Remington stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

\"Let them explain. There must be some misunderstanding.\"

Lizetta furrowed her brows. Although Cassius's behavior tonight made her feel even more disappointed than she had been with Remington in the past, Cassius didn't seem as protective or concerned about Margaret either.

Lizetta hesitated for a moment and then turned to another bodyguard, instructing him.

\"Follow them and make sure Yoli isn't put at a disadvantage.\"

After the bodyguard followed, Lizetta looked back up at Remington and said,

\"Thanks for tonight, and for the trouble Mr. Temple went through. I have some other matters to attend to, so I'll head out now.\"

Lizetta nodded at both Remington and Timothy before stepping out of the VIP room.

As her figure disappeared, Timothy nudged Remington with his elbow, teasing him,

\"Man, she's got a heart of steel. You've done so much, yet you let those gossipmongers do the talking for you. But, dude, the way Lizetta looks at you is just like how she looks at me...\" All distant and polite.

However, before Timothy could finish, Remington turned to look at him.

"Why do you talk so much?\"

Timothy made a zipping motion across his lips.

Seriously, can't even handle a bit of truth? Does staying silent make self-deception any better?

Meanwhile, Lizetta had left the VIP room when a bodyguard from the Madden family approached her.

\"Miss, the person is in the restroom, and we've got the people from the West family under control for now. They can't get up here.\"

Lizetta nodded and quickly walked toward the restroom.

Upon entering, she found Stella, completely disheveled, hunched over the toilet, having thrown up several times.

Lizetta covered her nose and mouth, reached out, and dragged Stella from the stall.

Stella fell to the ground, her face flushed as she looked up at Lizetta, glaring.

\"Stella, look at me. Who am I?\"

Lizetta grabbed Stella by the hair, forcing her face up to meet hers.

Stella's gaze was blurry, but she seemed to recognize Lizetta, her expression turning venomous.

\"Lizetta! You... you should just die, go die...\"

Seeing Stella's recognition, Lizetta smiled, her eyes and expression softening.

\"How could I possibly die? Not only

do I plan to live, but I also plan todive

well with my Daisy. Look, I'm about to have a baby. What do you think, a little princess or a little prince?\"

Lizetta had stuffed something under her shirt to look pregnant as she spoke.

She tried to place Stella's hand on her fake pregnant belly, but Stella suddenly withdrew her hand, her eyes widening in horror at Lizetta's belly.

\"Daisy... you... how could you... No, no, your child won't make it, ha-ha, it will die! Stop dreaming!\"

Stella, clearly drunk, still remembered this matter.

Lizetta's hand clenched into a fist, a cold murderous intent enveloping her.

Even after several months, Stella's words still stung every nerve in her.

She suddenly grabbed Stella by the collar.

\"How do you know my Daisy won't survive? Did you and Martin do something?\"

She had gotten Stella drunk, hoping Stella would spill some truth in her inebriated state.

However, Stella suddenly lashed out, pushing Lizetta away with all her might.

\"He's dead, ha-ha, Daisy's dead!\"

Stella pushed with all her strength, sending Lizetta stumbling backward. Lizetta braced herself for the pain of the fall.

But instead, she was caught by a

familiar, warm, and broad chess, met

familjar large hand wrapped

around

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