"Lizetta, who gave you the nerve to interrupt your mother-in-law? And where's Remington? He's nowhere to be
seen," Hanna complained with embarrassment and annoyance.
Lizetta clasped her hands together, her voice calm, "Remi will be here any minute now, no need for you to
worry."
She then turned her gaze to the two bodyguards trailing behind Hanna, suggesting, "Please, Mrs. Hanna Dashiell,
proceed to the banquet hall to rest."
The bodyguards were specifically tasked by Remington to keep an eye on Hanna, to prevent her from doing
anything stupid.
Though Hanna was Remington's mother and they hesitated to intervene based solely on her harsh words,
Lizetta's instruction was clear and they promptly stepped forward to escort Hanna away.
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Holding back her rage, Hanna shot Lizetta a glare, her voice sharp, "All the guests have arrived, and there's no
sign of Remington. And you're still here relaxing? Don't you know you should be welcoming the guests?"
"I will, please go ahead," Lizetta replied, her tone neutral.
With that, Hanna turned and stormed off, but Shirley lagged behind, sneering at Lizetta, "Married for two years
and suddenly deciding to have a wedding? That's quite the joke! Letguess, Remi only agreed because of the
baby, no wonder he's not showing up."
"Shirley, your mouth must've been pickling in a trash can for years; why else would it stink so much!"
Lucian walked over, grabbing Shirley by the arm and dragging her away.
Shirley was indignant but recalling the last tRemington had her drink hot sauce as punishment, leaving her
with a swollen mouth and two weeks of diarrhoea, she didn't dare linger.
"Lucian, Remi's not here yet; why don't you accompany Liz to welcthe guests?" Camille instructed, and
Lucian nodded, not giving Lizetta a chance to refuse.
Normally, welcoming the guests was a task for the bride, groom, and their families. Thus, Lizetta, along with
Lucian and Yolanda, headed to the entrance of the banquet hall. Meanwhile, a Gulfstream G550 private jet finally
landed.
The cabin door opened, and Remington was the first to step out, cradling Stella, who was still battling a fever.
Medical personnel were already waiting on the tarmac. They immediately approached, and Remington handed
Stella over to the medical team, while the latter, as if sensing his departure, clutched tightly at his hand.
Turning back, Remington saw Stella weakly open her eyes, her dry lips moving, her voice rough, "Don't go."
Fear and anxiety filled her eyes, her condition evidently poor.
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Remington hesitated, unwittingly glancing at his watch before offering Stella a reassuring smile, saying, "Stella,
don't be scared. The medical team will take good care of you, and I've already arranged everything at the
hospital.
Your dad is waiting for you there; you'll be with your family soon. This place is safe, trust me. Just close your eyes
and rest, okay?"
However, Stella's anxiety only heightened at his reassurance, trying to sit up from the stretcher.
"Where is this place? | don't want to be left alone. Are you leavinghere?"
Her panic was palpable. A mix of helplessness and frustration in Remington's gaze, but Stella's last question B
struck a chord. Sixteen years ago, he had indeed left her alone to face danger, leading to years of hardship.
With a hoarse voice, Remington sat beside her, gently saying, "I won't leave you behind, rest assured. Just close
your eyes."