NovelEnglish"Back when Stella's incident had cast a shadow over Remington, he could hardly find it within himself to smile. It
was your relentless pestering, your dependence, and your unwavering trust in him that eventually brought him
back to his old self.
I've grown old, my health waning, don't know how much longer | could be a part of your lives. | hope you two can
keep each other's company, support each other, and beca better couple. Do you understand?"
Lizetta couldn't stand to hear Fiona talk like that, and tears immediately streamed down her face as she hugged
the old lady, sobbing, "Remi and | will definitely do better, but you can't say things like that, Grandma Fiona! I'm
still young; | feel like | haven't even grown up yet. Remi has no patience. We have Joy now; | was hoping you
could teach us how to raise the baby."
Fiona chuckled unwittingly, patting Lizetta's hair and said, "Alright, as long as you don't mindspoiling Joy
rotten, I'll surely teach you."
"That won't happen! You raised Remi and me, and we turned out to be the best," Lizetta boasted with a lift of her
head, causing Fiona to laugh even more.
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After a while, Fiona grew tired from all the talking. Once Lizetta had made sure Fiona was asleep, she stepped
out of the room.
She asked Tina, "Where's Remi?"
"Mr. Dashiell should be in his study handling sbusiness. Cedric just dropped by with sitems. Would you
like to go up and see him, Mrs. Dashiell?" Lizetta shook her head, noticing the pruning shears in Tina's hand, an
idea sparking in her mind. She took them with a smile, saying, "No need, I'll just give Remi a call." With a spring
in her step, Lizetta called him while making her way to the garden.
Tina watched her go, muttering with a smile, "It's been a while since Mrs. Dashiell seemed this happy."
When Remington answered Lizetta's call, his eyebrow raised slightly, "Why are you calling?"
"Are you in your study? Open the window, con," she urged, her voice soft and coaxing.
Remington felt a tingling in his ear, his lips curving into a slight smile as he rose from his chair and walked to the
window.
Upon opening it, he spotted Lizetta standing in the garden gazebo.
They locked eyes, and she waved at him vigorously, even hopping on the steps to signal him to cover.
Watching her carefree movements, Remington couldn't help but worry she might trip any second.
His heart tightened, his expression turning serious, "Don't move!"
With those words, he skillfully leaped from the window sill, using a nearby maple tree for support as he jumped
down and quickly made his way to Lizetta.
Lizetta was stunned; staring at the fast approaching figure, she walked ahead, flustered, "How could you just
jump down from the second floor?"
Remington had already climbed the gazebo steps, wrapping an arm around Lizetta's waist, "Didn't you call me
over?"
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She had, but she hadn't expected him to leap through the window. Shaking off her surprise at his impressive
agility, Lizetta decided not to dwell on it. Alright, since he had that advantage. "Remi, cwith me."
She took Remington's hand, pulling him into the gazebo, and handed him the shears. Standing next to a pillar
marked with her growth over the years, she looked up at him with a smile, "Can you add the final mark for my
height now?"
Remington looked at her with a hint of surprise, raising an eyebrow and asked, "What made you think of this all
of a sudden?"
Lizetta just smiled with pressed rosy lips, her eyes gleaming with sincerity and charm.
As a child, she had harbored a deep wish. When she finally stopped growing, marking her height on this pillar for
the last time, she hoped to marry Remi and bechis wife. But as they grew older and even after they
married, they drifted apart.
Now, she wanted to mend that regret. She was willing to gamble on her last ounce of courage, to love him once
more, hoping that this time, they could truly stay together, bound by love.
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