Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta )

During the argument, Yolanda caught Evelina lurking around the corner, all sneaky like she was up to no good.

She kept an eye on Evelina; there was no way she was going to let Bitch Evelina get her way!

And then there was Hanna, if she had taken a serious fall and ended up dead, Lizetta and Remington's relationship would probably be over for good.

But Yolanda didn't tell Lizetta this; she didn't want her friend to blame herself too much.

"Even if Evelina's belly is stuffed with straw, I don't care. I just want you safe and sound!"

Lizetta's eyes welled up.

But Yolanda's heart clenched.

Not caring about Evelina's belly meant not caring about Remington either.

Yolanda knew that she was the one physically injured that day, but Lizetta was the one hurting inside.

She reached out and touched Lizetta's head.

"What are you doing?" Lizetta's voice was thick with tears.

"I'm just checking, I'm the one who took the fall, how come it seems like you're the one losing your love-brain?"

Lizetta paused, then chuckled through her sniffles.

"Yeah, but it's you who's suffering because of my love-brain!"

"What can I do? A girl's gotta pamper my own bestie."

It's not like she could just abandon her because of her love-brain, right?

"Stop joking around! Rest a little more."

Yolanda, who had just undergone brain surgery, must have been feeling particularly uncomfortable. But those few words she said proved her mind was as sharp as ever, just like before. Lizetta felt relieved and urged her to rest.

Exiting the ICU, Lizetta was about to thank Hogan when Remington showed up a step later, accompanied by a plainly dressed middle-aged woman.

"This is Judy. The doctor said Ms. Yolanda can be transferred to a regular ward tomorrow, and Judy will stay here to take care of her."

Remington introduced the middle-aged woman, and Hogan explained.

"The hospital has reliable and professional caregivers who understand brain care. It's better to have professional caregivers take care of patients, as ordinary servants may not be attentive enough." Lizetta's eyes lit up, "Brother, could you recommend one for me?"

Before Hogan could respond, Remington gave Judy a look, who stepped forward and pulled out a bunch of certificates from her bag.

"Ma'am, I am also a professional. These are all my professional certifications - health certificate, caregiver certificate, nutritionist certificate, physiotherapy certificate, psychologist certificate, I even have a certificate for proficiency in various languages. If Ms. Yolanda wants to hear a joke in other languages for entertainment, I'm all for it!"

Lizetta was speechless.

Was this the talent Remington dredged up? Or had caregivers all like this now?

Before she could refuse, Remington forcibly took her waist and said to Hogan.

"Being a doctor these days is like walking a tightrope. They worry about everything, which is why the mortality rate among young doctors is increasing.

Honey, look at Dr. White, his eyes are bloodshot. Let's not bother him anymore; let him get some rest."

Remington's hand was firm on her, making Lizetta stiffen.

But Hogan really had helped a lot and deserved a break, so Lizetta didn't want to trouble him further. She smiled and said.

"Hogan, you should go back and rest."

Before Remington could smile, Lizetta added, "I'll invite you out for dinner some other time to thank you properly."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Hogan said with a sunny smile, then nodded at the cold-faced Remington before leaving with grace.

Once Hogan was out of sight, Lizetta immediately pushed Remington's hand away and scoffed.

"Mr. Dashiell, your sarcasm is quite something. And don't call me 'honey' again; it makes me nauseous!"

She could tell that he was sarcastic to Hogan.

Remington felt a pang. She used to blush with shyness whenever he called her 'honey,' but now all that remained on her face was cold disdain. Remington suppressed his anger and said coldly, "He was flirting with my wife right in front of me. My response was gentlemanly restrained." "Then your standards for yourself are really low."

Lizetta turned to leave, but Remington grabbed her again.

She gritted her teeth as the man said in a low voice, "Are you really not going to pursue the person who tampered with the diary and uploaded it?"