Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 

Apollo looked totally skeptical and thought to himself that one million was a steal 

Erica got back on her feet and rolled up Thaddeus‘ right sleeve. 

“Lizetta. Thaddeus always had your back, remember? Check out this scar. Isn’t this from when Hans got you that one time? It’s a whopper. He bled buckets for you. You can’t be cold feet over one mil can you?” 

Thaddeus‘ right arm was marked with a particularly ghastly scar that ran from his forearm all the way to his armpit. 

He’d taken the hit for Lizetta, all right. 

Thaddeus had been bedridden for over a year, skin and bones, muscle atrophy making the wound look all the more ferocious. 

Lizetta couldn’t stand to see Thaddeus bedridden and toyed with like this, subjected to such humiliation. Her eyes flashed with frost. 

*Get your hands off my big brother!” 

She surged forward and yanked Erica away with force. 

Erica stumbled, banging her lower back against the corner of a table and let out a scream. 

Apollo, seeing his wife hurt, flew into a rage and swung at Lizetta. 

Yolanda, who’d been right by Lizetta’s side, wasn’t about to let him get away with it. She lashed out with a kick and sent the not–so–slender Apollo flying. 

Suddenly, the hospital room was in utter chaos. 

Over at the Dashiell Group’s CEO office. 

Remington, dressed in a sharp dark gray suit, was the picture of elegance and calm, seemingly handling the company’s business like any other day. 

But what lay open before him wasn’t any sort of official document. 

It was a diary. 

In it. Lizetta’s familiar handwriting detailed her daily routine, work plans, and various sources of income. 

Each page, each line, was a testament to the sweat and tears she’d poured into this period of her 

life. 

Those accumulated sums were indeed the fruits of Lizetta’s own labor. 

Deep down, he’d still been seeing her as that little girl who couldn’t do without the Dashiell family. 

He had underestimated her. 

His girl was far more capable and far more ruthless than he’d imagined. 

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Chapter 216 

This hard–earned money was also a clear sign of her determination to leave him. 

Remington’s fingers clenched the pages of the diary until his knuckles turned white. 

Just then, Cedric burst through the door. 

Remington, unflustered, closed the diary and tucked it into a drawer. 

He looked up, “What’s up?” 

Cedric had been on pins and needles since yesterday, afraid of saying the wrong thing and stepping on a landmine. 

But, to his surprise, Remington had been remarkably composed, almost unnervingly so, as if he hadn’t just gone through a divorce. 

The more composed Remington was, the more unnerved Cedric felt. 

He was walking on eggshells, experiencing the ancient sentiment of serving a king being akin to living with a tiger. 

Especially now, as he had to report something regarding the now ex–Mrs. Dashiell, he didn’t know whether he should even bring it up. 

But not reporting it felt even riskier to Cedric. 

Man, this was tough. 

“Um, Ms. Gardenia, she…”