NovelAppIn the courtyard, Edith's face was as pale as sheet, watched over by two bodyguards.
Upon seeing Remington emerge, Edith immediately broke free from the bodyguards and rushed forward,
dropping to her knees with a thud. She opened her mouth, hoping to plead for mercy, but Remington was
concerned she might wake Lizetta, who was sleeping upstairs.
With a glance from him, the bodyguard covered Edith's mouth and dragged her away.
"Mmmph."
Tears and snot streamed down Edith's face as she was filled with regret and fear. She knew if she couldn't seize
this opportunity to plead for herself, what awaited her would be severe punishment.
But Remington obviously didn't give her that chance. Edith watched helplessly as the man got into his car, which
then sped away.
Despair filled Edith's eyes as the two bodyguards dragged her out of Oakridge Heights.
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"Get lost, you traitor," one of the bodyguards sneered.
They didn't do anything to her, yet Edith felt even more terrified. She got up from the ground, "Mr. Dashiell is
really lettinggo?"
The bodyguard turned back with a cold laugh, "You better go hand see for yourself."
Edith had meddled with Remington's wife and baby, and in fairness, Remington retaliated against Edith's
husband and son.
Initially, Edith was bribed to betray her employer and let Evelina into Oakridge Heights because her husband and
son had fallen into gambling addiction, owing a large sum of gambling debts. This time, Remington made them
gamble even more, owe even more.
Edith had betrayed her boss; the hshe tried to preserve would be probably gone. Having offended
Remington, she could no longer make a living in Zion City.
Edith understood this. As the bodyguards left, she swayed and sat down hard on the ground.
Half an hour later, at Riverbend Abbey.
Remington entered the foyer with a grim face. Hanna, sitting on the couch with a sour expression, stood up.
Beside her were two stoic bodyguards, both Ray's men. Highly skilled and stubborn, they only took orders from
Remington.
They ignored Hanna's commands, having brought her back from the hospital and watched over her closely,
which had been driving Hanna mad.
As Hanna saw Remington walk in, her anger surged. She grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it at him.
"Remington!"
With a bang, the ashtray missed as Remington stepped aside, and it crashed into a vase behind him, sending
porcelain shards scattering across the floor. That vase was a treasure Hanna had won at an auction, and she
immediately felt a twinge of loss.
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"What exactly are you doing! | am your mother, Lizetta's mother-in-law. | just wanted her to have a simple
amniocentesis test. What's the big deal? Why treatlike this, as if I'm ssort of criminal under
surveillance?"
Hanna was incredulous that Remington would make such a fuss over this, treating his own mother this way.
She questioned furiously, while Remington stood there, his expression impassive, his voice calm, "I'm here to
inform you that from today onwards, these two will accompany you at all times to ensure your safety, until my
wife safely delivers our child."
What he called ensuring her safety was essentially keeping a close watch on her, restricting her freedom,
monitoring her every move.
Hanna couldn't believe what she was hearing, her vision darkening with rage. But Remington showed no
intention of discussing it further. He turned to leave as soon as he had spoken.
In a fury, Hanna skirted the coffee table and caught up to him, "You ungrateful son! Taking advantage of your
father's absence to treatwith such disrespect? Stop right there!"
However, Remington didn't stop, his cold demeanor unchanging. Hanna dashed forward, stopping Remington.
Seeing he was serious, Hanna started to panic, her expression shifting as her eyes reddened with a sorrowful
plea.
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