Female NovelJack, that jerk, somehow got out early and found her.
Over the years while Jack was locked up, they never got divorced. The guy squatted in her house like a nightmare come back to life.
Daisy had been enjoying her freedom, not about to be as submissive as before. So, Jack beat her up, and before dawn, Daisy ran out.
Afraid of being found by Jack and having nowhere else to turn, she went back to the hospital, ranting about Jack with Thaddeus. Little did they know, Lizzy, that sneaky girl, had the nurse record everything. "So, you've seen him too? Liz, you can't just leave mom in the lurch. Get Remington to lock him up again! Or, where are you living now? Look at you, pregnant and all alone, mom's worried sick. Let me move in and take care of you, okay?"
Daisy was wringing her hands, a pleading look on her face. Lizzy coldly replied, "I don't need your care. As for Jack, he was released through the proper channels. Remington can't do anything about it." "You ungrateful child! How can you be so heartless, not lending a hand in times of need?"
Daisy snapped, to which Lizzy gave a slight smirk, "I'm just looking out for myself, not lifting a finger to help, just like I learned from you. Have you forgotten?"
Daisy choked on her words, clearly remembering how she used to neglect Lizzy, sometimes even pushing her in front of Jack to take the heat so she could slip away and avoid getting hit. Knowing Lizzy wouldn't help her, Daisy struggled to leave.
Lizzy said, "You hit someone, you can't just leave. Now, come with me to apologize."
Daisy ran off. Was she really expected to apologize to Stella herself?
Lizzy didn't want to take the blame and suspected Daisy, in her rush, had managed to dispose of the recording pen while Zora wasn't looking. Once alone, Daisy would definitely destroy that pen.
The fact that Daisy was so concerned about the pen meant it must have recorded something significant. Naturally, Lizzy couldn't let Daisy out of her sight.
As Daisy continued to resist, Zora held her down, and they all went to the burn unit.
Stella hadn't come out from treatment yet. Lizzy was considering asking the hospital security if they could review the surveillance footage when a familiar, dignified figure emerged from the elevator.
It was Remington, no longer in the morning's attire of a white shirt and black trousers. He was in a black shirt now, with a dark grey suit, and his striped tie was knotted meticulously, exuding an aura of refined excellence. Gone was any trace of the apron-wearing makeshift chef from the morning.
Stella was injured, and he sure made it quickly. Fawning over both sides, not showing the slightest sign of fatigue.
Just as Lizzy was pondering, Remington came straight towards her and before she could react, took her hands and pulled her into his familiar embrace. His voice was urgent, "Where did you get burned?"
As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept over Lizzy from head to toe. Noticing she seemed unharmed, his handsome face slightly darkened.
"Didn't I tell you not to go out alone? Bess and the bodyguards are already on their way, and yet you left by yourself! Why are you always so disobedient!"
Remington's innate authority made
it easy for him to intimidate company executives into tears. But the palpable concern in his deepe eyes, along with more exasperation than scolding in his words, softened his stern demeanor, revealing a sincere, anxious side. It was as if she was the only one in his eyes, the only reason he came.
This side of Remington was truly touching.
Lizzy's heart skipped a beat, like a calm lake disturbed by a thrown stone, stirring ripples uncontrollably. She bit her lip, "I'm fine, let me go first."
Hannah, witnessing this scene, frowned.
"I remember the call mentioningContents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Stella got burned trying to save Lizzy! Not that Lizzy was hurt! Stella is still inside, unconscious, and.
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hasn't come out yet, Remington. Seems like you've got your concerns all mixed up?"