Chapter 118 

Little did he know, Remi wasn’t there to appease her, he brought that detestable woman along again. 

Joseph grabbed Lizetta, clearly annoyed, “Liz, let’s hurry inside.” 

Lizetta was pulled into the haunted house by two kids, and as Remington tried to follow, Evelina grabbed his 

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“Remi, I’m a bit scared. Can you take me with you?” 

Remington frowned, “Did Cassius send you?” 

Evelina shook her head, her hand on her belly, and exclaimed in surprise, “No, it’s just that there are more kids around on the weekends. I’m expecting about to be a mom, you know, so I wanted to come see the little ones, get a feel for motherhood.” 

Then she eyed the milk in Remington’s hand, “Remi, I can’t have cold drinks. Can I have the one you’re holding?” 

Remington wasn’t going to drink the stuff Hamilton bought anyway, so he handed it over to her. Thinking that Lizetta might be scared of haunted houses because of her past, and without further questioning Evelina, he stepped forward to catch up inside. 

The haunted house was hospital–themed, starting with a morgue. 

The smell of disinfectant and the eerie blue lighting, with bloodstains everywhere and NPCs popping out anytime, made for a full–on immersive experience. 

Lizetta was indeed scared and regretted her decision to enter just because she was annoyed with Evelina. 

“Scared? No worries, just hold on to me.” 

Hamilton said with a smile, grabbing Lizetta’s sleeve and placing her hand on his shoulder. 

Lizetta pulled her hand back and forced a smile, “Keep an eye on Nancy and Joseph. Don’t get lost. I’m fine.” She figured she wasn’t that weak, after all. 

Just as she thought this, a terrifying strobe of light flashed, and people around her started screaming and running. 

Lizetta, freaked out, ducked her head, and ran with the crowd without looking back. 

She dashed into another room, reaching out to grab Joseph ahead of her. 

“Joseph, don’t run off. Ahh! Ahh!” 

She was sure it had been Joseph running ahead, but when the light flashed, Lizetta saw a ghastly child’s face instead. 

The right eye was gone, leaving a bloody hole, and the left eye was staring at her with a sickly green gaze. She screamed in terror and ran, swinging her arms wildly, but then she bumped into something. 

Not knowing if it was a person or a ghost, she screamed again, flailing her hands in panic. 

“Shh! Lizetta!” 

A familiar deep voice came from above, with its usual lazy mocking tone, calming Lizetta’s pounding heart, 

She looked up, “Remi?” 

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*It’s me. If you’re scared, why would you plunge right in? You’re silly as hell!” 

Remington wrapped his arms around her, pressing her face into his chest, his large hand soothingly stroking her hair as he led her forward. 

Breathing in his familiar scent, Lizetta instantly felt at ease and looked up slightly. 

“Joseph’s gone.” 

Remington had seen Hamilton with Joseph and the girl, and since Joseph was brave and not afraid of haunted houses. He wasn’t worried, nonchalantly protecting Lizetta, he said coldly, 

“Where’s your little puppy, huh? How come he left you behind?” 

Lizetta shot back sarcastically, “And your sweetheart? If she sees this, she’ll be so upset and in pain again. Let go of me, I’m fine now.” 

She didn’t see Evelina, and when Remington heard Lizetta’s ungrateful retort, he let out a cold laugh. 

“Evelina’s not as foolish as you. She knows it’s fake and wouldn’t get that scared. Your face is so white you could scare off the NPCs. What’s the point in running?” 

His words were harsh, but Lizetta felt warmth in her heart. 

Knowing Evelina’s melodramatic nature, even if she wasn’t scared, she’d still be clingy and crying all over Remington. 

Now, Remington was by her side, and Evelina was nowhere to be seen. Had they gotten separated, or was it possible that Remington didn’t like Evelina as much as it seemed? 

Lost in thought, Lizetta stayed in Remington’s embrace, and before she knew it, they had reached the haunted house’s exit. 

People from different paths started crowding together at the exit, making it congested. 

Lizetta was shielded within Remington’s embrace, his towering figure creating an indestructible barrier that enveloped her securely. 

In the crush of the crowd, she indulged herself, reaching out to hug him. 

But just then, he suddenly let her go. 

He moved away from her, his tall frame cutting through the crowd, striding towards a specific spot up ahead. 

Suddenly without protection, Lizetta was stepped on, her body swayed, and she fell forward.