Chapter 260
Fiona chuckled, “Why should I tell you? Mind your own beeswax, just take care of Ms. Hawthorne, will ya?”
Remington was caught off guard, his head spinning.
Whose grandma was she anyway? Lizetta and he haven’t even officially split yet, and instead of playing peacemaker, Fiona was already setting up shop to poach her own grandson’s girl.
“Wow, Grandma, vea’ve got some serious clout, huh? With connections like that, any guy you give the thumbs up must be top–notch. I’d love to meet him, of course.”
Lizcita nodded with a grin, clearly excited as she eagerly asked, “Got any pics, Grandma?”
She looked like she couldn’t wait to dive into the dating game, while Remington was pissed off, his handsome face darkening.
Fiona nodded, “Sure do! Left my phone at home, but I’ll show you as soon as we get back. What’s your type, Liz? A suave bad boy or a clingy sweet boy? Oh, and I heard there’s this new thing called ‘daddy–like boyfriend‘ that’s all the rage. Sounds pretty good, right? Someone to take real good care of you.”
Remington interjected with a chill, “Who could be more ‘daddy‘ than me? I practically raised her.”
Fiona scoffed, “You might look the part, but you’re a deadbeat dad at best. Right now, you’re just fit to be a dad to Evelina’s bun in the oven, so go chill out elsewhere.”
She turned back to Lizetta, “I’m talking about the warm and caring daddy type. As for the cold, stern, clueless flirt who’s secretly a sleaze–forget it, too exhausting to deal with!”
Lizetta listened with a mix of shock and amusement, wondering where Fiona picked up all these trendy phrases.
She agreed enthusiastically, “I’ll follow your lead, Grandma.”
Behind them, Remington felt like he was about to freeze over.
On the ride home, Fiona chatted excitedly with Lizetta about the matchmaking, even giving detailed introductions of two potential suitors from well–known families in Zion City, both of whom Remington had heard of.
Driving, Remington watched the pair getting more and more excited about the topic, until he suddenly spoke up coolly, “Ever heard the saying, ‘Don’t tick off the driver‘?”
Fiona looked up and let out a snort of laughter, “Oh, you’ve got some nerve! Think you can threaten me? Go on, crash the car if you’ve got the guts.”
She thought the kid should’ve been fuming by now.
Remington felt another stab in the chest when he caught her insinuation.
Fiona turned to Lizetta again, “Look at him, threatening us! You’re making the smart choice dumping this guy, Liz. I’m all in to support you! Just wait, I’ll show you the pics when we get home!”
Resigned, Remington sent a text from the car’s central console.
Once back at the family mansion, he helped Fiona to her room, where she began searching for her phone.
“How strange, I’m sure I left my phone right by the bed. Where could it be? Remington, call my phone, will you?”
Fiona urged him, as he frowned slightly.
“Grandma, are you seriously planning on finding your granddaughter–in–law a new man?”
Fiona cackled, “Of course, you think I’m here to crack jokes?”
Suddenly suspicious, she turned and glared at Remington, “Wait a minute, my phone was right by the bed. Tell me, did you have someone hide it?”
Remington didn’t deny it, simply stating, “Grandma, save your energy. I won’t let her marry anyone but me.”
Lizetta, who was preparing a tea for Fiona in the kitchen, came up with the cup in hand, only to stop at the door upon hearing Remington’s emphatic words.
Her hand paused on the doorknob, gripping the tray a little tighter.
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