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Shirley’s words left Lizetta so gobsmacked that her reaction was delayed by a split second, just long enough for Shirley’s hands to nearly throttle her.
Out of the blue, Remington swooped in from behind, grabbed Shirley’s hands, and chucked her away.
“Locked up for a full day and night and still no clue what you did wrong?”
Remington pulled Lizetta close, giving Shirley an icy stare as she lay crumpled on the floor.
Shirley hadn’t realized Remington was in the mix. After clashing with Lizetta at the café, Cedric had hauled her off here with bodyguards to keep watch.
They’d kept her cooped up for over 24 hours without so much as a drop of water.
Now, Shirley was pale as a ghost, looking all worn out, her lips cracked and peeling from dryness.
No wonder she was spitting mad the second she laid eyes on Lizetta.
But with Remington’s gaze on her, fear crept back in, and tears started to fall.
“Remi, Lizetta’s already kicked you to the curb, and I’m your blood cousin, for crying out loud. How can you be so blind, taking her side like that? My parents and my brother are in the dark about me being locked up on the down–low. If they get wind of this, they’ll surely stir up a storm with Grandma and Uncle to get me some justice.
“Done wrong and still got the nerve to pull rank with Grandma and Uncle? Shirley, I’m thinking maybe you’re itching for a few more days in the slammer.”
Remington’s voice was dripping with disdain as he wrapped his arm around Lizetta, ready to walk away.
Shirley was in panic mode now, well aware that in the Dashiell family.not even her parents playing second fiddle, let alone Fiona and Nathan, could lay a finger on Remington.
She was desperate not to be locked up again; she was practically starving.
Scrambling up from the floor, Shirley rushed forward, crying, “Remi, what do you want. from me? If I have to apologize to Lizetta, I’ll do it, just say the word, please, I’m sorry.”
But Lizetta hadn’t expected Remington to bring her here to get an apology from Shirley.
Nor had she anticipated Shirley being locked up by Remington.
Recalling the insults flung at her in the café, Lizetta spoke up calmly.
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“Don’t bother! I don’t need an apology, and I’m not in the forgiving mood. Apologies are easy, and Ms. Shirley, you’ve played this tune before.”
What’s the point, really? Just the other day, Shirley was strong–armed by Fiona into making amends with her at the family estate.
And what did it amount to? The very next moment, she was there at the café, cussing Lizetta out in front of a crowd with the foulest language.
Hearing Lizetta’s response, Shirley thought she was playing it cool.
She faced Remington, all bold and brash, “Remi, you heard her, right? She doesn’t want my apology. I’m truly remorseful. Since that’s settled, I’ll be on my way.”
Thinking the ordeal was over, she made a beeline for the door, worried any delay might mean she wouldn’t get out.
But the bodyguard at the door pushed her back inside.
Shirley’s face went white as a sheet again, tears streaming down.
“Remi, what do you really want from me?”
Remington didn’t even look at her, just cast his eyes down to Lizetta and asked, “You sure you don’t want an apology?”
Lizetta let out a self–deprecating laugh, “What good would apologies do with someone like Shirley? They’re utterly meaningless, only embolden her, and leave her holding a grudge, waiting to lash out even worse next time.”
Remington’s expression turned frostier at Lizetta’s words. He shot a glance at Shirley.
“Apologies time and again? Shirley, seems like you’ve been up to more than I knew about.”
Shirley trembled, her face turning ghostly pale, wishing she could tear Lizetta’s mouth for speaking.
Then it hit her. Lizetta wasn’t being kind by refusing the apology. It was a tactical retreat, and now Remi seemed even more peeved.
Shirley shook her head, a picture of injustice.
“It’s not like that. If Lizetta were a decent sister–in–law, if her conduct was clean and she treated Remi right, why would I have an issue with her? It’s clear as day she’s been bewitching, scheming for your heart, hogging Eve’s rightful place as your wife, and still stringing Hogan along.”
“Zip it!” Remington cut her off with a thunderous voice.
It was rare for him to snap like that, and Shirley immediately shivered, breaking out in a
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cold sweat.
The video of Shirley’s tirade against Lizetta at the café had been recorded and sent to Remington by Cedric. Having seen the video, Remington had decided to lock Shirley up for some self–reflection.
Clearly, though, Shirley had missed her chance for a lenient outcome.
Lizetta, frowning, then asked, “I’ve always been on the up and up with Hogan. What’s this about the White family proposing marriage, and something about me not being into Hogan four years ago? What’s that all about?”
