Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 646

Stepping out of his study, Remington made his way to the bedroom just as Yolanda was coming out from the room.

He had been hoping against hope that Yolanda would manage to wake Lizetta from her deep slumber. He looked at her, questioning with his gaze.

Yolanda's eyes were swollen from crying, and upon seeing Remington, her look could freeze hell over, lacking even the energy to curse him.

She shot Remington a glare that could cut glass and walked past him without another word.

Cassius, following behind, shook his head at Remington, advising, "Remi, she did everything she could, cried her voice hoarse, and Liz didn't budge. I think it's on you now, buddy. Give it another shot."

Yolanda, a few steps away, stopped and turned back at Cassius's words, her gaze fixed on Remington.

"Give me a break, don't put him on a pedestal. Liz is like this because of him! Anyone could wake Liz up, but he's the last person who could! If Liz heard his voice, she’d probably want to reincarnate on the spot! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Realizing her words were inauspicious, Yolanda looked regretful.

She was truly muddled by Remington's actions, hitting her mouth lightly in frustration before turning to hurry downstairs.

She decided to wait for Mrs. Bernice Madden, the last beacon of hope.

Cassius, pointing at Yolanda's retreating figure, said, "She's out of her wits, Remi. Don't take it to heart."

Without a word, Remington entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Approaching the bed, the dim light cast a soft glow on Lizetta's face, lying motionless, seemingly frailer than before.

Where other women gained weight after childbirth, she had become visibly thinner in just a few days.

Remington reached out to hold her hand but hesitated, recalling the therapist's advice. He stood there, speaking in a choked voice.

"Liz, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, please wake up. Because I truly realize my mistake now.

If you wake up, I won't hold you back. You once said exes should be like the dead to each other, and I failed to be a good husband. At least give me a chance to be a decent ex?"

The group entered the room together, and Remington didn't follow.

He walked to the staircase, lighting a cigarette, his forehead creased with worry. The cigarette became damp with nervous sweat before he could take a few puffs.

He was anxious that even the Maddens couldn't wake Lizetta, torn between hope for her awakening and jealousy if she did.

Before he could dwell further, a burst of exclamations came from the bedroom.

Remington's hand trembled, turning to look in urgency.

Cassius burst out of the room, "Remi, it's a miracle, Lizetta's awake! She's really awake, man, you've got to see this."

The cigarette in Remington's hand snapped, crushed in his palm, the sharp pain a stark reminder that this wasn't a dream.

She was truly awake. Was it Jerome's voice that did it?