Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Stella was dumbstruck and terrified.

She had also thrown herself into the fray, kicking Lizetta repeatedly.

Instinctively, she ran towards Martin, but Remington reached out and grabbed Stella's ankle.

Thud!

Stella hit the ground hard, her forehead slamming onto the floor, leaving her dizzy and unable to even cry out.From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Remington! This is the West residence; you're way out of line!"

Martin was instantly furious, and the West family's bodyguards stepped forward, as did the bodyguards Remington had brought along.

The living room atmosphere turned tense in an instant.

Just then, the sound of police sirens grew louder, approaching from the distance.

Remington clenched his fist tightly, then relaxed, holding Lizetta's frail body even closer.

Martin watched his every move, eyes filled with a cold glint. He barked orders.

"Get her up and call a doctor, now!"

The servants snapped to action, rushing to help Stella.

Stella's forehead swelled up badly, and blood flowed even more freely, half her face covered in it.

She winced in pain, supported to sit on the couch, looking as if she had lost half her life.

But hearing the police sirens outside, she felt it was all worth it.

She was elated, thinking that no matter what, Lizetta's attempted murder charge was secured, leaving no escape for Lizetta! Thinking of Lizetta's impending prison time, Stella felt Mrs. Dashiell's position was practically in her grasp.

How could Stella not look forward to it?

She let the servants press on her wound, while tears streamed down her face.

"Remington, Lizetta is a murderer. almost got hit by her. If it weren't for our bodyguard's quick reaction would be dead by now. How can you still defend her..."

Stella didn't finish her sentence before Remington lifted Lizetta off the ground and turned to face her.

"Why would Liz hit you, if you didn't know?"

Stella's tears fell even faster, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"How would I know? She called me, saying she wanted to talk outside my place. I couldn't neglect that, so I let her in right away, even had the servants prepare some pastries and hot drinks to welcome her

I thought she must be devastated after losing her baby, and I was thinking of how to comfort her. But out of nowhere, she charged at me!"

Stella clutched her chest, the picture of shock, pointing to the items set out for guests.

Indeed, the coffee table was laid with fruit pastries and such. Stella wiped her tears and continued.

"And when she failed to hit me the first time, s she tried again, even

insisting on my life in the living net

room. Remington, see this bruise on my neck? She did that!"

Stella tilted her head back, pointing to the mark on her neck, then coughed.

Remington just held Lizetta closer, his gaze darkening, lips curling slightly, "Well, your life sure is tough!"

Stella was stunned, disbelief written all over her face.

"Remington! What do you mean?!" Martin slammed his teacup onto the table.

Remington's cold gaze met his. "Using my wife's grief and desire for revenge, baiting her into a crime to get rid of her, isn't that your goal?

If you weren't fully prepared, could Stella be sitting here unscathed? All these bodyguards and servants, isn't this a bit much just for my wife?" Stella bit her lip, tears almost refusing to fall.

She pointed to the blood on her face and the bruise on her neck.

"What do you mean unscathed? Look at me..."