Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1299

Eartha's expression twisted into utter madness, and she began shrieking at the officers again.

"You all heard him! I demand to see Lizetta, Remington, and Nelson! Call them, now! If something happens to that little bastard, are you going to take the blame?"

"Stop dreaming. Take her away."

The captain delivered the final blow with zero expression, barking the order with irritation.

The officers aggressively shoved Eartha out the door, and it was only then that the reality finally shattered her delusion.

She had no leverage left. Joy had genuinely been found by Remington.

She was finished. She was never walking out of prison again.

Worse, her kidneys were failing, and without a transplant, she was going to die very soon.

She had never imagined that donating a kidney to Elsa all those years ago, which had bought her decades of a lavish, powerful lifestyle.

Would ultimately be the very thing that claimed her life.

If she had never given Elsa that kidney, would she have avoided this fatal kidney failure?

Drained of every last ounce of her soul, Eartha was practically dragged away by the officers like a lifeless corpse.

Jerome watched her vanish down the hall before flashing a disdainful smile and turning toward the elevators.

He pulled out his phone as he walked, dialing Lizetta's number.

With Eartha's drama finally concluded, he needed to update Nelson and Lizetta.

Clearly, he had been too distracted and stepped into the wrong elevator.

Unbothered, Jerome simply waited for the call to connect, his bored gaze catching the reflection of the woman huddled in the corner against the polished metal doors.

She wore a long black trench coat tightly belted at her incredibly narrow waist, with her slender calves peeking out beneath the hem.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, with several thick strands spilling forward to completely veil her face.

Even with all that, she still wore an oversized mask and kept her head bowed, making it impossible to see a single feature.

Yet, Jerome felt a bizarre sense of familiarity looking at her silhouette. He sifted through his memories, but right before he could pinpoint a name, the call connected.

Before he even spoke, a tender, warm smile crept into his usually calm and indifferent eyes, elevating his already striking features into something truly elegant and aristocratic.