Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 

“Mr. Remington is finally back on the market, isn’t it, Mrs. Dashiell? My folks have a daughter who’s about to graduate from an hy League school and retum home. Maybe she could join you for a cup of coffee.” 

“Let’s not rush into anything” 

Hanna’s voice chimed in casually, while Remington’s face was as unreadable as still water. He strode towards the drawing room. 

“How can we not be in a hurry? Mr. Remington is pushing thirty, and your former daughter–in–law hasn’t given you any grandkids in two years. Ouchr 

In the parlor, three ladies were arranging flowers with Hanna. Mrs Frost was the one speaking. 

She hadn’t finished her sentence when she inadvertently looked up and saw Remington at the door. 

The man wore a black mask, his expression hidden, which only made him look more stem and intimidating. 

Mrs. Frost got such a scare, she pricked her finger on a rose thom, drawing blood. 

She tumed pale and gave an awkward smile. 

“Mr. Remington.” 

Hanna turned her head, equally surprised to see Remington. She quickly put down the hydrangea she was holding, stood up, and greeted him with a smile. 

“Remington, what brings you back? Mom was just chatting with friends about your marriage. They’re all very concerned about you.” 

Hanna was cut off mid–sentence by Remington. 

His gaze was sharp as ice, not moving from Mrs. Frost, as he spoke coolly. 

“So, the Frost family breeds their offspring by laying eggs? Mrs. Frost, no wonder you and your husband have a brood of eighteen. I just wonder how many of those eggs you actually laid yourself.” 

Mrs. Frost’s husband was notorious for his philandering ways, fathering illegitimate children left and right, yet Mrs. Frost herself only had one daughter. 

Remington’s words hit Mrs. Frost like a dagger to the lung. Her face alternated between shades of red and white. 

en? What el 

She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word against Remington’s icy stare. 

Just last month, her husband was known to have thirteen bastards, and now eighteen? else was he hiding from her? 

With that thought, Mrs. Frost grabbed her purse and stormed out, humiliated and annoyed. She had to get to the bottom of this.. 

Remington’s gaze then swept over the other two ladies. 

“Hilary, my wife might not be up to snuff, but she sure beats raising someone else’s grandkid unknowingly, doesn’t she?” 

Hilary’s grandson had been revealed last year not to be her son’s child at all. This scandal was supposed to be tightly under wraps, and the kid had been shipped abroad. 

How did Remington know? 

Hilary’s face turned sour, but before she could say anything, Remington’s gaze had already moved on to Tracy 

Tracy shivered, quickly mustering a nervous chuckle, and said apologetically, “Mr. Remington, I misspoke, I’m so leave now.” 

She grabbed her bag and scurried out with her head down. 

Seeing this, Hilary quickly followed suit. 

In less than a minute, the parlor was left with only Hanna, her face a mask of rigid shock. 

Hanna clutched her chest, her vision darkening, glaring at Remington. 

These were all my guests! Remington, did you come back just to drive me to an early grave?” 

Remington made her embarrassed, making her wonder how she would face the social circle from now on. 

But Remington’s eyes were cold as he looked at the deeply embarrassed Hanna. 

“Did you ever leave me any dignity?“,