Chapter 618
Lizetta's voice grew increasingly shrill as she tore at Remington's clothes, frantically slapping him.
Her cries alerted the doctor outside, and the door was pushed open.
Remington held the woman tight, urging the doctor, "She's lost it!"
Remington was worried Lizetta would end up hurting herself if this continued.
The doctor quickly stepped forward, administering a sedative to Lizetta.
Soon, Lizetta's body went limp, as if someone had hit the pause button on the world, collapsing powerlessly into Remington's arms.
"Liz, I swear we'll get justice for our little Daisy, you have to believe me..."
The man gently laid her on the bed, carefully arranging her disheveled hair, his voice distant as if muffled by clouds.
But Lizetta couldn't feel the trust anymore, her eyes hollow as she stared at the ceiling.
He'd promised her so much; could she still believe in him?
"Liz, stop torturing yourself like this. Daisy was such a sweet child; he wouldn't want to see his mom suffering over him like this, nor would he want to see his parents at each other's throats..."
Was that so?
No, it was all excuses.
She wanted to fight back, but her consciousness was fading, sinking into darkness. Just before losing consciousness, she finally looked at him.
Her lips moved slightly, her voice barely a whisper.
But Remington caught her words, "Remington, I will never forgive you..."
Lizetta closed her eyes, a single tear trailing down her pale cheek into her hair.
The doctor and nurse had already left, but Remington sat by the bed for a long time.
He left the bedroom, returning to his study, and sat down behind his desk, slowly pulling out a neatly folded ultrasound picture from his suit pocket.
The edges of the picture were frayed from being handled so often. He used to open it frequently, finding solace in it whenever he felt tired.
But since Daisy's incident, he hadn't dared to look at it.
Lizetta was right; he was afraid.
Remington, of all people, had something he feared, losing even the courage to look at the picture.
"Mr. Remington Dashiell..."
Knocks on the door followed by Ray's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Remington quickly hid his emotions, sliding the ultrasound picture into a drawer.
"Go ahead."
Ray stepped forward, placing a file on the desk.
"We've found the fake nurse who made the call from the nursing station. This is the guy, judging from his physique and posture, a short and skinny man. Likely the same person who twice provided financial support to Hans. His hideout was discovered, but it's already been cleared out. It'll take some more time to find him..."
Ray continued, handing over another file with surveillance and dashcam footage.
"The car was indeed fitted with a
mini signal jammer. We've checked all individuals who approached the car. It was this elderly man; he seemed t
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Ansel, who checked the car briefly, overlooked it because the elderly man was with a toddler, a sight Ansel had seen before in the neighborhood, and he let his guard down..." "Have they been found?" Remington picked up the papers, scanning them.
Ray replied, "The man was a resident in the neighborhood, fell into huge debt after an investment failure. His wife had left for Celestia the evening before the incident. We've sent people after them."
Remington's expression darkened.
Clearly, the mastermind had been cautious, preparing well in advance for any moves Remington might make.