Chapter 1091

Startled, Lizetta Gardenia quickly leaned over, gently soothing Fiona Dashiell's chest while speaking in a rushed, anxious tone.

"Don't say that! What are you talking about, Grandma? Quick, knock on wood."

As she spoke, Lizetta grabbed Fiona's hand, forcing her fingers together with her own, and firmly rapped on the wooden nightstand twice.

"Don't be scared, Liz. That day comes for everyone, but Grandma truly wants to see you and Remington have another child. I want to see you both..."

"Rest assured, Grandma. Remington and I..."

Meeting the elderly woman's dim, tired eyes, a sharp pang of heartache gripped Lizetta's chest.

At that moment, even if Fiona had asked her to jump off a building, she would have seriously considered it.

All the older woman wanted was for her and Remington Dashiell to be happy together.

Anxious, she instinctively opened her mouth to agree to the request, but the tall man standing beside them abruptly interrupted, staring right at Fiona.

"That's enough acting. Do you really not see that you're terrifying her?"

Lizetta froze. She looked at Remington in pure shock, then turned her gaze back to the supposedly frail woman in the hospital bed.

Clearly, if Fiona were truly clinging to her last breath, Remington wouldn't be speaking to her with such dry sarcasm.

Sure enough, a second later, the weak, sickly expression vanished from Fiona's face. The dullness in her eyes was instantly replaced by a sharp, spirited glare.

Suddenly grabbing a plastic pill bottle from the nightstand, she launched it straight at Remington's chest and snapped.

"You ungrateful brat! If you hadn't insisted on keeping me in the dark about Liz's accident, treating me like I was deaf and blind, do you think I would've ended up in the hospital from the stress? If anyone scared Liz, it's you, not me! Who do you think I'm breaking my back for here? You absolute jerk!"

He was completely useless at winning his own wife back, leaving her to put on this whole theatrical performance just to help him out. Did he think this was easy for her?

And yet, this bastard had the nerve to expose her on the spot. Did he have no respect for her dignity at her age?

Fiona glared daggers at him, but Remington's expression didn't even twitch.

He calmly bent down, picked up the pill bottle that had bounced off his shoes, and set it neatly back on the table before speaking.

"Liz has already agreed to be my girlfriend. Things are progressing smoothly between us. We don't need you to resort to this."

Hearing that, Fiona's eyes lit up, and she eagerly shifted her attention back to Lizetta.

"Liz, is that true?"

Lizetta was still recovering from the genuine terror of thinking Fiona was delivering her dying wishes, leaving her slightly dazed.

Meeting the older woman's suddenly energetic gaze, she didn't answer directly. Instead, she feigned a pout.

"Grandma, how could you trick me like that? Am I not your favorite granddaughter anymore?"

Fiona immediately felt a twinge of guilt. If she had known Lizetta had finally changed her mind and agreed to date Remington, she wouldn't have bothered.

She wouldn't have needed to put on such a desperate, Oscar-worthy performance. Though she felt guilty, she refused to admit it.

Instead, she grabbed Lizetta's hands tightly. "Oh, Liz, Grandma was just testing Remington for you! I wanted to see if he'd try to deceive you again But as it turns out, he's actually showing some improvement, wouldn't you say?"

Lizetta remained speechless.

Remington just stared at her.

She certainly knew how to talk her way out of a corner.

Despite thinking that, Lizetta couldn't bring herself to hold it against the older

woman.

She nodded quickly. "So that's what

it was. I knew you'd never

purposefully scare me, Grandma.

That was a great test Good thing he couldn't resist the bait. I suppose her has improved a little."

Lizetta shot Remington a subtle, smiling glance, and he returned it with a helpless, quiet chuckle.

Even though Fiona's condition

wasn't critical, she had genuinely fainted earlier. After enduring battery of hospital tests, her energy was finally starting to crash.