NovelEnglishChapter 287 Lizetta stood there, staring blankly at Cedric standing at the door, feeling a wave of disappointment crash over her, and so awkward she wanted to dig a hole and bury Remington in it.
“Cedric, why is it you? Uh, sorry about just now.” Lizetta apologized but also frowned.
This was her and Remington's bedroom, and Cedric barging in without even knocking was both rude and weird.
The next second, Cedric’s words explained this odd behavior.
“Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell was attacked yesterday, got seriously Injured, was fighting for his life all night and has now been rushed to the ICU. You should hurry and see him before it’s too late to catch his final moments.” Cedric had been assigned by Remington to play “Director of Women's Affairs” for a day and had been the spectacle for the Starlight Group’s employees, which totally wrecked him.
Cedric just wanted Remington to win his wife back pronto and get his head straight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, Cedric laid it on thick. He bit his tongue, and tears started falling.
Lizetta just gawked at him, her brain went blank for a sec, her body froze.
But she quickly scoffed, “Cedric, what kind of trick is Remington pulling now? He's in cahoots with you, right? Hey, our country’s pretty safe, and besides, this is Zion City! You're tellingRemington just gets attacked like that?” No way! The only tRemington’s dealing with death was when he’s dishing it out.
If something happened to Remington, Zion City would be up in arms, not this quiet! Probably Remington was out with Evelina again last night. He used to flaunt his twith his old flame, and now he’s gotten sneaky about it? She thought, “I can’t freak out! Definitely can’t believe this.” Seeing Lizetta's face full of anger and icy disdain, Cedric had a two-second silent vigil for his boss.
“Mrs. Dashiell, it's all true, check out this video if you don’t believe me.” Cedric stepped forward and handed his phone to Lizetta.
“Mr. Dashiell was thinking of you on his way hfrom work yesterday. He remembered how much you loved the rose pastries and sugar-steamed cheesecakes from Blissful Bites Restaurant, so he made a detour to buy sfor you. But as he cout of Blissful Bites Restaurant, he was,” As Cedric spoke, Lizetta had already taken the phone and started the video.
The footage was shaky, taken from across the street unintentionally.
But she recognized Remington's tall and slender silhouette carrying the pastry box, leaving Blissful Bites Restaurant in an instant.
1/2 10:18 Chapter 287 He was wearing the sdark gray suit from yesterday when he left the house, head down, seemingly adjusting a ribbon on the pastry box.
Suddenly, a woman in a coat bumped into him. Remington's towering figure stiffened for a moment.
Then he shoved the woman away, but staggered several steps backward himself. That woman, now pushed aside, lunged at Remington again with a knife in her hand, its blade glinting coldly.
Screams erupted around them, and bodyguards rushed forward, pinning the woman to the ground.
Remington, however, knelt on one knee, clutching his abdomen, still holding the pastry box.
The video abruptly ended, and Lizetta’s pale face trembled, her phone dropping to the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRemington was truly stabbed! But how could he be dying? She had so much to say to him.
When he left hyesterday, they even had a fight.
This couldn't be happening! Lizetta suddenly turned and dashed out, not even bothering to put on her slippers properly.
Edith and Cedric caught up, helping her into a coat.
On the way to the hospital, Lizetta was frantic, her face ghostly.
The image of Remington kneeling on the ground from the video haunted her, his hand on his abdomen, blood seeping out.
Screams were echoing in her ears.
Lizetta took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and asked Cedric with a shaky voice.
“Who was that crazy woman? Did they take her to the police station?” “Well, Mrs. Dashiell, you might want to ask Mr. Dashiell about that,” Cedric said, looking like he was holding back.
Lizetta felt even more strongly that he was hiding something. “What's really going on? Could it be this has something to do with me?”
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