Aside from looking a little out of place, it didn't give anything away.

Fortunately, Remington still had the cuts on his hands from smashing the car window, so a bandaged injury on his neck wouldn't draw too much suspicion. Lizetta slipped into the hospital bed, lying flat, and flashed Cedric an 'OK' sign. Cedric stepped out. A moment later, Stella followed him back into the room. She was holding Ron, whose face was still streaked with tears, and wore an expression of profound sorrow.

As soon as she entered the room, Stella's eyes darted hungrily toward the bed.

Lizetta looked frail, lying perfectly still beneath the covers. The stark white sheets and blanket only emphasized her deathly pale complexion.

Remington sat by the bed, his back to the door, an immovable silhouette of depression and isolation. He held Lizetta's hand in a vice grip.

He didn't even turn his head when Stella walked in.

Just the sight of his back conveyed an overwhelming devotion to the woman lying there.

Stella's heart burned with jealousy and hatred, though beneath it, she was utterly elated.

So what if Lizetta had Remington's love? She didn't have the luck to enjoy it.

Given her current state, the best-case scenario was that Lizetta remained in a vegetative state. The worst-case-which Stella hoped for-was that her heart simply stopped while she slept.

She actively prayed for the coma. Dying instantly would have let Lizetta off too easy.

Being a vegetable was perfect. One day, Stella would march right up to that hospital bed and whisper in Lizetta's ear that she had taken her place as Mrs. Dashiell. Thinking about it almost made Stella's face split into a triumphant, gleeful smile. She forced herself to suppress her emotions.

But in doing so, her grip tightened involuntarily, squeezing the baby in her arms too hard.

Ron burst into agonizing wails again, the piercing cries shattering the room's dead silence.

Remington finally turned around. Looking furious that she had disturbed Lizetta's peace, his eyes were pools of dark, predatory hostility.

Under that glare, Stella's legs nearly gave out.

Her eyes grew red, and out of pure terror, she actually managed to shed a few genuine tears.

"Remington, I'm so devastated about what happened to Liz. How are you holding up?"

Remington clearly had zero interest in her faux concern. He spat coldly,

"He's too loud. Get out!"

His expression was dark, his tone

laced with impatience. The

The hims

bloodthirsty aura radiating from him, felt like it could swallow and destroy everything in its path.

But Stella was only more thrilled. It seemed Lizetta really had no hope of waking up.

She patted the baby in her arms and spoke cautiously.

"Remington, Ron and Liz have a

special connection, you know that.

The poor boy is probably crying

because he's terrified seeing her like this. It proves they share a bond

Why don't I put him on the bed? Let him see if he can get a reaction out of her?"

Remington stared at Stella, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"How did you find out about this?"

Seeing that he was still relatively calm, Stella took two tentative steps closer, her eyes welling with tears.

"The SWAT team was deployed that day. It was such a massive scene, everyone was asking around. People were bound to find out whose family was involved.

Actually, Remington, almost everyone in high society knows the commotion that day had something to do with you.

You locked down the news, so no one dared spread specific details but word still got out that a care plunged into Mirror Lake and you, personally dove in to save someone.

People just don't know who was in the car. But if they couldn't guess, I definitely could.

The only person you would risk everything to save is Lizetta.

Sigh, how could something like this happen? Was it an accident? Or did Liz cross

the wrong person out there?"