NovelAppTimothy was taken aback. "You don't know?" "What am I supposed to know?" Lizetta asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
The Dashiell family hadn't had any recent deaths, but seeing Timothy's tense expression, Lizetta suddenly remembered Daisy, who was reportedly taken abroad by Hanna Evert Dashiell.
Lizetta had tried to contact Daisy as well, but for sreason, the little guy had sent her a Whatmessage three months ago, saying he needed to focus on his studies and cut down on phone use. After that, she hadn't heard back from him. Could it be...
"Did something happen to Daisy?" Lizetta asked, her voice trembling as she thought of Daisy's past health issues.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTimothy quickly shook his head. "No, no, Daisy's doing great. I saw him a few days ago, and he's almost as tall asnow. Don't worry." Lizetta's frown deepened. "Isn't Daisy supposed to be abroad?" Timothy paused for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I was on a business trip recently and took the opportunity to visit Daisy and Mrs. Dashiell." So, who was Remington visiting at the cemetery? A belated thought crossed Lizetta's mind, and she clenched her hands in her lap, her nails digging painfully into her palms.
Noticing her expression, Timothy bit his cheek, regretting his earlier words.
"Litchi, Remi didn't tell you because he wanted to spare you the grief..." Lizetta gazed out the car window, her slender neck tense, but she couldn't hide the redness in her eyes. After a moment, she turned back to Timothy. "Do you know the exact location of the cemetery?" Timothy looked at her. "Maybe... you should let Remi take you." Seeing Lizetta's tearful eyes fixed on him, Timothy's expression was one of helplessness and apology. "It's not that I don't want to tell you. I genuinely don't know! Remi never invited us to visit." Even if he knew, Timothy couldn't take Lizetta there. If she broke down and cried, wouldn't Remi have him hunted down across the city? Understanding that Timothy wouldn't say more, Lizetta didn't press further.
She took out her phone, opened WhatsApp, hesitated for a moment, and then found Remington's number in her block list.
After adding him back, Lizetta opened the chat but wasn't sure what to write.
After typing and deleting several messages, she didn't directly ask in the end. "Are you free tomorrow?" Lizetta thought it best to ask in person and have Remington take her there directly.
Mean When Remington received the Whatalmost thought he was im things.
His long fingers scrolled up the chat history.
"Babe, goodnight." "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient." "Babe, today and thought it was you.
Chas someone on the street them quite a distance el funny, right?" "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient." "Babe, dreamed about you." "Message sent, but rejected by the recipient."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter months of being blocked, the chat suddenly calive with a new message. Even Remington struggled to stay composed.
m When Lizetta noticed Remington typing, she clutched hemphōne, M feeling unexpectedly nervous. But after waiting a long time, there was no message from him.
when Lizetta began to wo finally replied.
But it was...
"RJ: Babe, did someone hack your account?" Lizetta blinked, feeling a mix of amusement and relief.
The dull ache in her heart seemed to ease.
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