Female NovelLizetta and Remington escorted Stella to her hospital room.
Lizetta suggested that Daisy come in to apologize, saying, "She bumped into Ms. West. Shall I call the police for Ms. West?"
Daisy's face twisted in anger at this, and she pointed a finger at Lizetta, "You little bi... Ah!"
Before she could finish her insult, Remington swiftly bent her pointing hand backward, causing Daisy to scream in pain and collapse to her knees.
Remington released her, looking down coldly, "I don't take kindly to anyone pointing fingers at my wife or child."
Daisy, cradling her hand and biting back tears, didn't dare make another sound.
Lizetta watched the scene, her gaze flickering.
Remington wiped his fingers with a tissue, and Stella, leaning against her hospital bed, suddenly spoke, "See, Liz? Didn't I tell you how much Remington cares about you? You should really think about what I said."
Her expression was envious, but her hand hidden under the blanket was clenched tightly, betraying her inner jealousy and rage.
"What did you tell Lizetta?" Remington immediately asked.
Stella blinked, a smile playing on her lips, "Why the worry, Remington? I was just telling Lizetta that I've come to realize my feelings for you aren't really love, so I'm planning to go abroad. I also told Lizetta how much you love her, suggesting she give you another chance."
Remington looked at Lizetta, "Is that so?"
Lizetta pursed her lips and nodded.
Turning back to Stella, Remington's expression softened, "Thank you for today. I'll arrange for the best scar treatment specialist to see you, so you won't have any scars from the burns."
Stella shook her head, "No need, Remington. Consider it my way of making amends for my mom. And no need to call the cops either. After all, it was Lizetta's mom and I who bumped into each other. I'm feeling a bit sore and would like to rest now..."
Her complexion was pale, her demeanor a mix of pain and frailty.
Remington nodded, signaling the bodyguard to take Daisy away before leading Lizetta out.
As Lizetta left, she looked back at Stella, who had closed her eyes, resting quietly.
Lizetta felt an unsettling discomfort.
She thought Stella would use her injury as an excuse not to go abroad, but she didn't.
Stella's actions seemed genuinely remorseful, making amends for past wrongs.
Could it be that the previous incidents were really just Barbara acting alone?
Once the door closed, the serene Stella suddenly opened her eyes.
Her gaze, full of resentment, targeted the door.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Although Barbara had died bearing the guilt, Remington's trust in
Wily had dwindled,
as warm and trusting as before.
Remington had even kept his men watching the Wests from the shadows.
Today, to salvage her situation, she had to hurt herself at the right moment.
The pain of the burn felt branded into her flesh, unbearable.
Stella swore through gritted teeth, the pain she endured today would be returned tenfold, a hundredfold on Lizetta! Bearing the pain, she grabbed her phone and made a call.
Soon, the call connected, and Stella urgently spoke, "Remington's looking into surveillance and searching for a voice recorder. If they can't find it, they'll start suspecting me!"
During her collision with Daisy, a
voice recorder had rolled out t
Daisy's possession, and Stella
quickly hidden it under herse
had
At that moment, thinking it might hold some secrets, she had already managed to discreetly get the recorder into Martin's room.
"Forget the recorder; I'll handle it," she assured the other end.