Female NovelMartin's voice was grave.
He had already exported the contents from the voice recorder, deleting a few bits here and there. By now, it was already on its way out, soon to be delivered to Remington's hands without leaving a trace.
"What did the recorder catch?" Stella asked, both anxious and curious.
Martin gave a wry smile, "Some intriguing stuff. You did well today. Get some rest."
In the hospital hallway.
"Lost in thought?"
Remington's deep voice snapped Lizetta back to reality.
She shook her head; her doubts about Stella were not something she would share with Remington. Because Remington would undoubtedly trust Stella, and without solid proof, accusing Stella of ill intentions would just be making a fuss over nothing.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Suppressing her frustration, Lizetta said, "I'm going to see my brother."
"Let's stop by the maternity ward first."
Worried about Lizetta, Remington insisted before she could object, "You were also startled by Hans last night, weren't you? Sometimes, the discomfort from a scare shows up later. It's better to have a doctor check and be sure."
Lizetta was led to the maternity ward for a quick check-up to ensure she was fine before Remington personally escorted her out.
Lizetta glared at Remington, "Could you not make a big deal out of everything in front of others?"
In the doctor's office, she felt so embarrassed by how nervous he made the doctor.
"I'm not making a big deal out of nothing. Anything concerning you is important to me now."
When Remington said this, his thick eyelashes drooped, his gaze intensely fixed on Lizetta. His tone, along with his gaze and expression, was too earnest. It made it impossible to doubt his words. Lizetta found herself lost in his deep, mesmerizing eyes.
That was when a familiar voice called out.
"Liz, Mr. Dashiell?"
Startled, Lizetta turned around, her eyelashes fluttering quickly.
"Hogan?"
It was Hogan, casually draping his coat over one arm, looking at her with a gentle, concerned expression.
"Feeling unwell? Why the check-up?"
Before Lizetta could answer, Remington's hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and replied.
"If I'm not mistaken, Dr. White, you're a surgeon, aren't you? Since when did you start dealing with maternity cases?"
Remington's tone was laced with tension right from the start.
Hogan's gaze briefly swept over Remington's hand holding Lizetta tight, then he calmly said.
"Mr. Dashiell might be mistaken. I'm not dealing with maternity matters, just genuinely concerned for Liz, that's all."
Remington's handsome face
darkened as he scoffed, but just as
he was about to retort, the woman in his arms glared at him warningly Somehow, Remington swallowed his words, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Lizetta then smiled at Hogan, "Just a routine check-up, nothing to worry about. Thanks for your concern."
Hogan nodded, a faint smile gracing
his lips. Noticing Lizetta didn't pull
away from Remington's embrace,
his expression darkened slightly then asked.
"Liz, are you two back together?"
Remington, clearly impatient, cut in before Lizetta could respond.
"Dr. White seems surprised. You didn't want us to reconcile?"
His smile was mocking. Without waiting for Hogan to reply, he continued, "Too bad. Liz and I grew up together we know each other best. We've been passionately in love as a couple for over two years, and soon we'll have a baby that belongs to both of us. Even a divorce would just mark a new beginning. Reconciling is just a matter of time. I'd advise some people not to try and wedge themselves in. It'll be a wasted effort..."