NovelEnglishLizetta's eyelashes fluttered as the warmth from the old lady's gentle grasp reached her heart, blurring her vision with unshed tears. She hadn't anticipated that when Remington gathered the entire Dashiell family, it was to make such a public declaration. Taken in by the Dashiell family since she was a child, Lizetta had always felt a deep sense of inferiority and timidity in their presence, never able to lift her head high. She always believed that the Dashiell family had given her life, nurturing her into adulthood-a debt of Remington had often reminded her of this. "Lizetta, the Dashiell family raised you. Your life, your very being, belongs to the Dashiell family. You have no right to defy us, no right to leave." Yet now, he was openly stating that she no longer owed anything to the Dashiell family. No one in the family had the right to use past favors to control her anymore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgratitude she felt she could never fully repay.
Her lips trembled as she tried to speak to Fiona Dashiell, but the lump in her throat grew heavier, leaving her at a loss for words. Her heart was a tangled mix of bitterness and relief, a complex array of emotions. Sensing her turmoil, Fiona gently patted her hand in reassurance and spoke, "Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said. Tonight, I just want a quiet dinner with Liz. Everyone else, head home. There's no need to stay." With that, Fiona stood, pulling Lizetta up with her. "Liz, helpback to my room to rest for a bit. Remington, see them out." "Of course, Grandma," Remington replied, his gaze lingering on Lizetta, who, unfortunately, never looked back at him. It was as if she was avoiding his eyes.
The Shirley family felt particularly embarrassed today. Watching Lizetta and Fiona leave, chatting and laughing, Shirley couldn't help but storm out, her eyes red and ignoring her sore legs.
one Mr. Dashiell settled into the car, turning to Mrs, Dashiell beside him. "Mom and Remington went through all this trouble, calling the whole family over just for Lizetta... It looks like Remington is determined to reconcile. From now on, drop the idea of pushing your niece towards him." Mrs. Dashiell frowned and responded sourly, "I get it. I don't see what's so special about that girl, managing to wrap Mom and Remington around her finger." "Enough. If you don't want to make a scene, keep those thoughts to yourself!" After spending stwith Fiona, Lizetta left the room as dinner was still a while away. Fiona wanted to rest a bit, and just as Lizetta opened the door, she bumped into Tina, who was carrying a tray.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe medicine on Tina's tray spilled, staining Lizetta's cream sweater dress. "Oh dear, are you burned? My goodness, I was so careless... What to do now..." Tina was frantic.
Lizetta's dress was pearl whal highly absorbent, and instantly stained at the chest, though fortunately, the medicine wasn't hot enough to burn her.
More concerned about the medicine than her dress, Lizetta asked, "What's wrong with Fiona? Why is she taking medicine?" "It's nothing serious, just that the old
lady hasn't had much appetite lately, just a little something to help with that. Ma'am, why don't you head back to your room for a shower and change? Don't worry, Mr. Remington Dashiell's been called away for a chat. I'll make sure no one disturbs you."
With the scent of medicine strong on her dress, Lizetta had no other m option. Seeing Tina's apologetic and sincere expression, she hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. Peter Grill CH/F-PSE X
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