NovelEnglishRemington's voice was icy as he snapped, "What's it to you? Just drive." Ray, taken aback by his harsh tone, didn't linger and pulled the car out of the parking lot. However, he couldn't help feeling indignant and skeptical about Remington's apparent indifference towards Lizetta's situation. He spoke up again, "Mr. Remington Dashiell, I've taken sphotos as evidence. Perhaps I could send them to you, and you could forward them to your wife as a heads-up? Don't let her get fooled by that jerk again!" Remington's eyes opened, his thin lips parting slightly, "Fooled again?" Ray hadn't expected his own words to betray his thoughts, revealing his belief that Remington was indeed a jerk. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, hastily changing the subject. "Ah, the woman we saw earlier, with the hat and mask. But her posture, her figure, it was obviously a young woman. And the vibe between her and Dr. White, it was clear she's into him. Remember, wasn't Ms. Shirley Dashiell also chasing after Dr. White? A gentle, polite, and well-mannered elite doctor like him, with his charm, it's no wonder women like him. Aren't you worried your wife might be deceived by him?" Remington's expression remained impassive as he stared out the window. He had been mercilessly driven away from the hospital by that woman. What could he possibly say to her now that she would listen to? In her eyes, he was the ultimate jerk, the most untrustworthy scoundrel. Even if he sent her the photos, showing Hogan's unclear relationship with another woman, Lizetta would likely just think he was being petty and trying to slander Hogan. Worse, annoyed by his interference, she might even grow closer to Hogan out of spite. No matter what he did now, it would only bring him humiliation. Remington, with his brows furrowed in self-mockery and irritation, remained silent. However, as they exited the parking lot, and Ray thought Remington truly didn't care about Lizetta anymore, the man in the back seat spoke up.
"Send them to me." Ray knew it; his boss couldn't just stand by. He immediately sent the photos over and Remington forwarded them to Lizetta. But the next second, a red alert from Whatpopped up. Remington's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone, then he chuckled bitterly and tossed the phone aside without another glance. Upon leaving the hospital, vRemington went straight back to the family mansion, where Fiona Dashiell had been unwell lately because of issues with the children. As Remington parked in the mansion's driveway and entered the foyer, he saw Shirley Dashiell and her mother, Mrs. Dashiell, were also there, keeping Fiona company.
Upon seeing Remington, Shirley's demeanor changed instantly, her laughter fading as she stood up awkwardly and greeted him, "Remi."
Remington barely acknowledged her, nodding curtly at Mrs. Dashiell before telling Fiona, "Grandma, I'll be in the study. There's sbusiness I need to attend to."
Fiona watched him, noting how Remington's demeanor even coldenedmore distant since Lizetta's incident.
m Mrs. Dashiell suddenly stood up, "Remington, I've been arranging sblind dates for Shirley, and we've narrowed it down to a few gentlemen you're probably familiar with. Could you helpcheck them out?" As she said this, she approached with several photos in hand. Shirley, startled by her mother's actions, hurriedly tried to pull Mrs. Dashiell back. X
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