Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 

Evelina’s words were cut short as Hanna grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face twice. 

Hanna’s fingers, adomed with long, manicured nails, left scratch marks on Evelina’s face 

Evelina’s screams attracted the nurses, who peeked around curiously. Concerned about her image, Hanna finally let Eveline go. 

She straightened her clothes, spat at Evelina, and quickly walked away. 

Evelina stumbled backward, and that’s when Ray stepped up to help her, saying, “Miss Hawthome, you should probably lay low for a while. If anything happens to the baby, all this drama would have been for nothing.” 

Evelina pushed Ray away, covering her face in shame and left without a word, 

As the door to the hospital room closed, Lizetta, who had overheard the commotion, was taken aback. 

The Hawthomes and the Dashiells were old family friends, and Hanna had always been warm towards Evelina. 

She had clearly preferred Evelina as a daughter–in–law 

Now, learning about Evelina’s deception and seeing Hanna’s violent reaction, Lizetta wondered, “Is Joseph’s condition really that 

serious?” 

Lizetta, still in shock, looked at Remington with concem. 

Hanna’s hope had been pinned on Evelina, and her outburst suggested desperation. Could it be that she saw no hope for Joseph’s recovery? 

“Maybe you should worry about yourself first,” Remington said, pulling Lizetta to sit by the bed and reaching for the iodine on the nightstand. As he dabbed the lodine on her scratched skin, Lizetta flinched at the sting 

“Being a bit dramatic, aren’t you?” Remington chuckled, but his actions softened. He instinctively blew on her hand and gently stroked her wrist, his movements tender and caring 

Lizetta watched him, touched by his gentleness and momentarily forgetting her anger. 

She remembered a time when pain didn’t faze het having been toughened by numerous injuries as a child. 

When she was beaten to a pulp by Hans, she didn’t shed a tear or make a sound, determined not to show weakness. 

Back then, she was fearless, but her time with the Dashiells, especially with Remington, had gradually brought back her sensitivity to 

pain. 

Remington had gone to great lengths to heal her wounds, using both internal and external treatments, even surgery, to fade her scars. Though some scars remained, they didn’t bother her. However, Remington found them unsightly, insisting, “Liz, you are going to be a dancer. You need to be flawless on stage, under the scrutiny of countless eyes. How can you have scars?” 

Lizetta knew it wasn’t just about the scars. Remington didn’t want her to be constantly reminded of the abuse and nightmares she endured at the Gardenias. 

He even found a special ointment, claimed to be an diligently for over two years, nurturing her back to health