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Chapter 665
Remington was still in a daze when a barrage of lethal glares shot towards him the moment the elevator doors slid open. He couldn't help but feel as if the temperature inside the elevator had plummeted several degrees.
Nelson's face turned stormy. He had always harbored doubts about Remington's qualities as a husband, especially when he was off with another woman while his wife was going through a difficult labor. Previously, due to the lack of familial ties, Nelson had refrained from intervening. But now, upon discovering that Lizetta was his own granddaughter, he was seething with rage, itching to give Remington a piece of his mind.
The Maddens hadn't even started to settle their score with Remington, and here he was, trying to charm his way back to his innocent and kind-hearted granddaughter! This was utterly intolerable!
Stepping forward, Nelson grabbed Remington by the arm and yanked him out of the elevator, his voice booming with anger. "You're already divorced, and yet here you are, dragging her into your mess again. The Dashiells might be one of the top families in Zion City, but have you no decency?"
The arm Nelson had grabbed was the one that had been scalded. With Nelson's grip tightening in anger, Remington felt a piercing pain that soaked his back with cold sweat before Nelson dragged him out of the elevator forcefully.
"Grandpa Nelson, his arm is burnt..." Lizetta instinctively followed them out, her concern evident in her voice.
The next moment, she caught the intense, burning gaze Remington shot her way. Lizetta averted her gaze, frowning slightly. Seeing her avoid him, Remington's lips curved into a slight smirk. The agonizing pain he had just experienced somehow seemed worth it.
Hearing Lizetta's words only fueled Nelson's anger, but he realized that his granddaughter was naive, misled by the kindness she believed the Dashiells owed her. But it didn't
matter With her family's pret
the Dashiells wouldn't be able to take advantage of their "precious cabbage" again. If they tried, Nelson was ready to make them pay.
"A grown man can't handle a little injury? Or is it that he knows just how to manipulate your kind heart?" Nelson's rage was palpable, but upon seeing the blood seeping
through Remington's hospitalet
his anger faded into concern. The sight of Remington's pallor and the sweat beading on his forehead wasThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
a clear sign of his suffering.
"Tell me, were you the one who saved Mrs. Bernice Madden?" Upon arriving at the hospital, Nelson had learned of his wife's accident and that a kind stranger had helped her, though his identity was unknown. Acknowledging with a nod, Remington managed to say, "Yes, it was me."
Nelson felt as if he had swallowed a fly, his disdain for Remington evident. "Why did it have to be you?" he muttered, wiping his hand on Elva's clothes as if to rid himself of bad luck.
Remington and Lizetta exchanged
awkward glances, but Nelson's focus was solely on his
granddaughter, his voice softening as he addressed her. "Liz, since he helped your grandma, we can't just leave him be. I'll go with Jerome to get his burns treated. You're still weak; go back to your grandma's room."
Remington's gaze instantly snapped to Lizetta, silently hoping she would stay. He had barely gotten this chance to be near her. Yet, Lizetta didn't even glance his way, completely ignoring his presence.