Chapter 292 

“Remington, you’re totally not fit to be Joy’s dad!* 

She choked up, fists clenched, ready to throw a punch at the man 

But then she remembered he was hurt, and her fists hung in the air, stopped mid–swing. 

Seeing this, Remington enveloped her small fists with his large palm, pressing them against his chest, and cooed in a soft voice. 

all “Go on, hit me here. It’s all my fault, why are you crying again? A woman carrying a baby shouldn’t cry the time. I’ve already got one big crybaby here, and if we end up with another little crybaby, how are we gonna live?” 

His tone was dripping with exaggerated regret. 

Lizetta couldn’t help but crack a slight smile at the corners of her lips, her embarrassment turning into 

anger. 

“I am not a crybaby! And Joy’s a good kid, definitely going to be a sunny, adorable, heartwarming baby, not a crybaby either!” 

Remington nodded, pulling her into his embrace, stroking her long hair. 

“Alright, alright, neither you nor our child is a crybaby. Once Joy is born, you two can gang up on me, and I’ll be the family’s crybaby, how about that?” 

His large hand sifted through Lizetta’s hair, his warm fingertips gently massaging her head. 

His voice was low and soothing. Lizetta’s ear pressed against his chest when she was listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Steady and deep, yet with a calming power. 

He talked about waiting for Joy to be born. 

He even said, “our family.” 

He was really so gentle, so very gentle. 

Lizetta felt these plain, unadorned words flow into her parched heart like a warm stream, soothing her fears, making her heartbeat race. 

She looked up at him somewhat dazed, gazing into Remington’s eyes. 

“Remi, are you looking forward to this baby being born?” 

She dared not blink, her nose reddened, her dewy face full of apprehension. 

Remington, unable to help himself, pinched her nose hard, his forehead resting against Lizetta’s. He exhaled with a sigh. 

“What silly thing are you saying? Isn’t this baby mine?” 

“Of course, it’s yours!” 

Lizetta blushed with annoyance, and Remington slightly raised an eyebrow. 

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mine how could I not look forward to my own child being bom? My dear Liz, you have indeed. turned into a little gooftsall” 

Hearing this, Lizetta still telt like she was walking on air, a sense of unreality washing over her. 

She pushed Remington away, her eyes wide as she looked at him. 

But you were so careful with contraception before, you didn’t want me to get pregnant, and don’t you. remember what you said that one time? I didn’t want to take the pill, and you said yourself that if it happened, weld just get rid of it. Not just me, Joy heard it tool” 

The pain and suffocation in Lizetta’s heart spread again, his words had hurt her deeply. 

Like a shadow that lingered. 

Remington lifted a hand to his forehead, bending down to scoop Lizetta up onto the hospital bed. 

“What are you doing? Aren’t you hurt? Be careful with your wound.” 

As Remington moved, indeed he felt a tug at his injury. 

Sweat beaded on his brow, and his eyebrows knitted together.. 

Lizetta got a fright, quickly straddling him with her legs, reaching to lift the hem of Remington’s hospital 

gown. 

“Let me see! Who told you to move?” 

The gown lifted, revealing the thick white bandages, but before Lizetta could get a good look, he grabbed her wrist to stop her. 

Lizetta looked up, meeting Remington’s deep eyes, his voice tinged with helplessness. 

“My s 

silly girl, I didn’t not want our baby. I had my reasons for saying that before, I didn’t know then that you were already carrying our child. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said such hurtful things.”