Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1340

Lizetta hadn't expected her grandfather to be so considerate of Remington's ego.

It proved that Nelson had truly and completely accepted him back into the family.

She glanced at Remington, who cocked an eyebrow with an infuriatingly smug expression.

"We discussed it, and we're both in total agreement," Lizetta reassured him.

Over the phone, Nelson practically rubbed his hands together in sheer joy.

Truthfully, he had been obsessively brainstorming names the moment he found out his great-grandson was alive.

However, he knew Joy's return was a miracle and that the boy was cherished equally by both dynasties.

He felt obligated to offer a polite refusal first.

"Oh, no, I'm too old-fashioned. Whatever I pick probably won't match modern tastes. You two are the parents; you should be the ones to decide."

Hearing the hesitation, Remington seamlessly took over the conversation.

"Nelson, modern trends are terrible. If we let people our age do it, the kid will end up with a painfully generic name like ten other boys in his class. You're a man of immense culture and profound legacy. Whatever timeless, elegant name you bestow upon him will undoubtedly set him up for an extraordinary future."

Lizetta stared at Remington in sheer disbelief as he delivered the flawless monologue.

She had no idea he was this devastatingly good at kissing up to her grandfather.

He laid it on so thick, but it was so eloquent that even she felt incredibly flattered just listening to it.

Predictably, Nelson completely fell for it, his next words bubbling with joy.

"Don't think a little flattery will win me over, boy. I'm still not letting you anywhere near my granddaughter or great-grandson if you mess up again."

Remington gave her waist a punishing little pinch.

"I didn't pawn anything off on him. Don't forget where we've been staying."

He looked genuinely offended. They had practically lived in the pediatric ward for the past few days.

He had clearly noticed the repetitive names plastered on all the other children's hospital doors.

"Okay, fine. I misjudged you," Lizetta admitted, looping her arms around his neck.

She leaned down and kissed him gently, only for his large hand to instantly cup the back of her neck, pulling her down into a blazing, possessive kiss.

By evening, Fiona stopped by the hospital to visit Joy again.

Considering the elderly woman's fragile immune system and the sheer amount of infections floating around the hospital during flu season, Lizetta urged her to head home and rest, assuring her that Joy would be discharged in just one more day.