NovelEnglishRemington returned to Oakridge Heights as the night had completely settled in.
It had been two days and two nights since Lizetta left. Exhausted, the man stepped out of his car, only to be
surprised by the lights on in the mansion. Remington trembled, his fists clenching suddenly.
In a moment, his dim eyes seemed to fall into the Starlight Group. He quickened his pace, gradually turning into
a run as he pushed open the entrance door. The living room was brightly lit, yet empty.
Just as Remington was about to dash upstairs, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
He paused, quickly heading towards the kitchen.
Standing at the kitchen entrance, he saw a slender figure at the counter, the kitchen dimly lit, casting a soft halo
around the woman.
Her hair fell in soft waves, shimmering gently in the light.
For a moment, Remington felt a moment of dizziness and disbelief, his eyes burning, his voice hoarse to the
extreme.
"Honey."
His voice startled the busy figure, who turned around with a beaming smile.
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But to Remington, it felt like his vision shattered, blown away by the wind.
Clarity returned to his eyes. A whirlpool of disappointment and frustration swallowed him.
It wasn't Lizetta.
It was Stella.
Yes, the woman who had meticulously planned her departure, how could she suddenly change her mind and
return to their home?
"Remington, I'm sorry, did | disturb you?" Stella asked nervously.
Remington quickly composed himself, reaching to turn on the main light.
The incandescent light illuminated the surroundings, casting light on the man's cold and handsfeatures, his
brows furrowed slightly.
He questioned sternly, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
Stella seemed startled by his icy tone, looking slightly uneasy.
"Your mom broughtover. She went upstairs + knew Liz was missing, and you were worried and restless, not
sleeping for the past two days. | was worried about you and brought snutritious food for you. You hadn't
returned, sol thought I'd heat them up. Are you hungry? Shall | prepare you ssoup first?" Stella's eyes were
full of concern as she smiled and asked.
She stood there, resembling a wife waiting for her husband to return home, ready to offer care and comfort.
But Remington thought of how Lizetta used to wait for him in the sway, day after day.
He glanced down, concealing the sorrow in his eyes, no longer looking at Stella, and said coldly.
"Please leave."
His tone was too cold, leaving Stella stiff and embarrassed.
She thought with Lizetta gone, she'd have her chance, eagerly wanting to be the one to comfort him in his time
of distress.
But Remington's attitude towards her was even colder and more distant, keeping her at arm's length.
Biting her lip, she felt humiliated.
Just then, Hanna's voice cfrom
the living room, "Remington, how
can you talk to Stella like that? She
cares about you. Did she do
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something wrong by cooking for you and showing concern?"
Remington turned to Hanna, "What are you doing here?"
Hanna frowned, "Of course, | came. to see for myself if Lizetta really left!
It's sun one,
a big deal, and you've been hiding it from the family! Content
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| went upstairs, Lizetta's things are still there. Did she really leave, or is she up to something?
What about Joseph's illness if she's gone? Did she leave because she didn't want to save Joseph? Remington, you
must find her."
Hanna's face was full of anger as she continued to speak incessantly.
Remington stood still, his shadow cast on the polished floor like a cold silhouette.
His hand, hanging by his side, slowly clenched tighter.
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