Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1345

Carrying Joy, she walked over and pulled Fiona into playing with the baby. Right on cue, Remington's phone rang.

He stepped out of the ward to take the call. It was Cedric. After giving his instructions, Remington turned to head back inside, only to see the door to the stairwell pushed open.

Nathan stood there, his face tight, and said, "Let's talk."

He stepped back into the stairwell, and Remington, his expression completely blank, followed him.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the harsh stench of smoke hit him. His tone instantly turned icy.

"The hospital is a non-smoking facility. Furthermore, this is a pediatric ward."

Nathan's expression shifted. Being constantly berated and stripped of his dignity had already pushed him to the edge.

"What's wrong with me smoking in my own family's hospital? Besides, if none of you were so ungrateful and infuriating, would I be out here smoking out my frustration? Who is the father here? Me or you?"

His tone was harsh, but masking his complaint about being disrespected as 'smoking out his frustration' was essentially a clumsy show of vulnerability.

Unfortunately, Remington wasn't taking the bait. He looked at Nathan with indifferent eyes.

"Are you done?"

He lost his patience instantly and turned to leave. Panic set in, and Nathan blurted out, "I prepared a gift for Joy. Take a look."

He pulled out his phone and offered it to Remington.

But for Nathan to unconditionally hand them over now? It was like waiting for a meteor strike.

The message was clear: this agreement wasn't just an olive branch to Remington; it was a massive peace offering to Lizetta.

"Since when are you this generous?"

Remington raised his eyes, fixing Nathan with a look of blatant skepticism.

Nathan felt a tight ache in his chest. His expression crumpled into despair as he tried to defend himself.

"No matter what happened, I am still your father! Yes, I was absent in many ways. But the empire and the status you hold today—could you have achieved any of it if you weren't a Dashiell? You're a man too; you know it's normal for men to be a bit wild in their youth! Hanna and I never had much affection for each other. The marriage was miserable. But I gave her all the wealth, dignity, and superficial respect a wife could ask for. How was I supposed to know she would become so radical that she'd abuse her own flesh and blood? You can't pin your mother's insanity entirely on me! Remington, I never wanted things to end up this way. I still love you and your brother..."