Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1370

Nathan Dashiell spoke with increasing emotion, utterly convinced by his own tragic narrative, but his entire speech was nothing more than a desperate exercise in self-pity.

Remington felt absolutely zero sympathy. Growing incredibly impatient, he slid the phone back across the table to Nathan.

"Don't you think it's a bit too late to beg for forgiveness and try to repair our father-son relationship? I'm thirty years old, not thirteen. However, you did make a few valid points. Rest assured, I will fulfill my legal obligations. When you hit retirement age, I'll make sure your monthly alimony is paid on time."

Nathan felt as though his entire emotional breakdown had been entirely wasted. Did Remington honestly think he cared about a meager alimony check?

His vision darkened with frustration. Seeing Remington already reaching for the door handle, he forced down his explosive rage.

He remembered the harsh warning Fiona Dashiell had given him. She had told him that Joy's return was likely his one and only chance to prove he was trying to make amends.

If he blew this opportunity, he would be permanently alienated from his son and daughter-in-law.

Nathan knew the old woman was right, and he had to swallow his pride.

Pushing past his bitter frustration, he called out to Remington's back.

"These shares aren't for you, they're for my grandson. You have absolutely no right to refuse them on his behalf. You should at least ask Lizetta."

Remington didn't even bother to look back. Even before she had been formally recognized by the Madden family, Lizetta wouldn't have cared about a handful of corporate shares.

But Remington didn't argue the point.

Nathan was right about one thing; he had no right to make that decision for Lizetta.

Remington strode briskly out of the stairwell, only to immediately intercept a tiny figure sprinting blindly down the hall.

Bam.

The little figure crashed hard into his leg and wobbled dangerously, on the verge of tumbling backward.

Reacting on pure instinct, Remington shot his hand out and caught the little girl.

She was incredibly tiny, dressed in a standard hospital gown with her dark hair tied into two little buns, secured with bright red ribbons that fluttered behind her.

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