NovelEnglishHe hurried upstairs, his steps quick with concern, and pushed open the bedroom door.
But the bed was empty, no sign of Lizetta. His expression shifted to one of worry and confusion. "Liz?"
He strode into the room, pushing the bathroom door open with urgency, but it was empty too.
"Liz! Lizetta!"
Just as Remington was about to call out for help, his gaze swept toward the balcony and he froze in his tracks.
There, standing on the balcony with a delicate silhouette, was Lizetta. She must have heard his frantic calls, but
she didn't turn around or respond.
With a tight jaw, Remington quickly stepped outside.
"You're supposed to be in postpartum recovery, you shouldn't be out here in the cold."
His voice was deep and concerned as he rushed over and scooped Lizetta into his arms.
She felt lighter than ever, as fragile as a willow fluff in his embrace.
Lizetta let herself be carried back to bed and tucked in without a word.
"Don't run off like that again!" Remington frowned, his worry evident.
Only then did Lizetta look at him. "What's next? You're going to lockin?"
A thin smile played on Remington's lips. "Glad you understand."
Her response was a light, mocking laugh.
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"Are you afraid I'd run away? Or that I'd jump off the balcony?" Lizetta's tone was laced with sarcasm.
She looked at him, her gaze playful yet cold.
Remington paused, massaging his temples. "Lizetta, why does every word from you have to be so sharp?" "You
could letgo and find someone sweet on the outside but sharp on the inside, like Stella."
Her eyes then drifted to the sleeve of his right hand.
Following her gaze, Remington saw a smear of red on the cuff of his white shirt.
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He frowned, remembering it must have been from when he brushed past Stella earlier at the hospital.
Feeling a rush of panic, he quickly tried to explain. "Liz, | didn't meet with Stella, this is just—"
But Lizetta cut him off. "You're free to meet whoever you want, Remington. | just want to know, have you found
anything out?"
His gaze locked onto hers, seeing the emotionless facade she wore.
She used to be so jealous of Stella but now, it seemed she genuinely wished he'd find someone else to free her
from whatever pain she was feeling.
A bitter taste spread throughout his mouth, as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.
After a moment, Remington's voice was hoarse as he replied, "So far, the leads have turned up nothing."
Lizetta laughed, a sound devoid of joy. "If you do find something, will you tellright away?"
Her tone was the calmest it had been in days.
He nodded. "Yes."
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In the early hours around 2 or 3 a.m., Ray suddenly pushed the door open.
Remington, a light sleeper, was instantly alert, his eyes sharp in the darkness.
He got out of bed and moved swiftly to the door.
"Something's up at the hospital?"
Ray nodded. "Yes, someone broke into the ward, but we've caught them."
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