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

Chapter 323 

Ray pushed open the door of the hospital room, his expression serious. “Mr. Dashiell, there’s been a crisis.” 

Lizetta knew to step aside quietly at his words. 

“Spill it,” Remington commanded, straightening up in his bed. 

Ray stepped in. “News about Mr. West’s passing leaked prematurely. It’s all over the internet now, and the West family’s stock prices are nose–diving. Some investors are lashing out on the West family’s official website, demanding explanations. Others, more radical, have gathered in front of the West family building, protesting and even photoshopping Mr. West’s obituary photo.” 

He handed over a tablet to Remington, who tapped on a video. A rowdy crowd was amassed outside the West family offices, with a man at the forefront holding a black and white photo of Quentin, defaced with blood red paint that read “Gone too soon” below “The West family owes investors. Quentin, go to hell.” 

Watching the chaos, Remington frowned deeply. 

“Barbara saw all this and just had a bit of a turn, the doctors are with her now,” Ray continued. 

Remington’s face fell, he quickly threw off his covers and got out of bed. 

Lizetta stepped forward to offer him support, worried about his injuries. In a soft voice, she asked, “Can I come with you?” 

Remington looked at Lizetta and nodded, “Let’s go.” 

He was letting her be a part of his world, and Lizetta was thrilled. 

She was his wife, and she wanted to stand by his side, 

Following Remington, they arrived at Barbara’s hospit 

be left behind like a little girl to be protected. 

room just as several doctors and nurses were exiting. 

Martin, trailing behind them, nodded tiredly at Remington’s arrival. 

“Hi, Remington.” 

“How’s Barbará now?” Remington asked with concern. 

“She’s stabilized now. She was just overwhelmed by the online backlash against Quinn. Wait, are you injured?” 

Martin noticed Remington’s hospital gown, his surprise 

Vident. 

“Just some minor injuries. I’ll go in and see her,” Remington replied, brushing off his concerns. 

Accepting Remington’s assurance, Martin stepped aside, “Good, she listens to you. Try to comfort her.” 

Remington, holding Lizetta’s hand, led her into the room. 

Martin gave Lizetta a surprised look. 

Lizetta nodded at him, “Mr. Martin, I’d like to see how Mrs. Barbara is doing.” 

Without another word, Martin ushered them in. 

Releasing Lizetta’s hand, Remington quickly approached the bed. 

Barbara lay there, frail and pale, her eyes clouded and tear–filled from so 

When Lizetta saw this, her heart ached, especially now that she was a mother herself. She could deeply empathize with the pain of outliving one’s child. 

Remington gently took Barbara’s hand, “Barbara, I’ll handle the online situation. I won’t let Quinn’s memory be tarnished. With Martin and me here, the West family will stabilize. Once the stock prices recover, people will let Quinn rest.” 

A flicker of life appeared on Barbara’s ashen face. 

Martin moved closer, tenderly stroking his wife’s hair, reassuring her, “You heard Remington. With me by your side, our son won’t be disturbed. Trust in Remington, if not in me.” 

Lizetta, moved by the scene, remembered the famed love story of Barbara and 

It was said that during a difficult birth, with medical technology not as advanced as today, Martin had rushed back from a trip to find the hospital in a frenzy, allowing only one person to accompany Barbara 

Without hesitation, Martin had burst into the room, tears streaming, shouting, “Save my wife! I can’t lose her!” 

But in reality, the nurse had only wanted someone to encourage Barbara through the final push