Chapter 1129

Lizetta's eyes were full of warmth as she looked down at the baby. That final name slipped out before she even realized it.

The moment the word hung in the air, she realized her mistake.

A look of devastation briefly clouded her eyes, and the smile on her face froze.

But right then, sitting against her stomach, Ron started waving his tiny arms in pure excitement, babbling and kicking his little legs.

His soft bottom bounced firmly against her stomach twice.

The sensation..... it felt exactly like when she was pregnant with Joy.

Every time she would rest her hand on her bump and whisper his name, Joy would kick back, dancing against her palm to let his mother know he was there.

Lizetta choked up instantly, a profound sense of disbelief and overwhelming sorrow pooling in her eyes as she stared at the baby.

Hearing her call him by that name, and seeing her eyes turn instantly red, Remington misunderstood.

He assumed the sight of the baby was just making her grieve for Joy all over again. His chest tightened painfully. Wanting to snap her out of it, he stood up and lifted Ron off her legs.

"Where did Stella touch you earlier?"

With the baby gone from her arms, Lizetta looked up. She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him.

She wanted to say that for just a split second, she had felt a powerful, undeniable mother-son bond. It felt identical to when Joy was still in her womb.

But seeing the deep concern etched into Remington's features, she swallowed the words.

She figured she was just losing her mind. She missed her baby so much, wanted him back so desperately, that her broken heart was projecting Joy onto Ron.

Remington was already so worried about her. He was trying to distract her. She didn't want to add to his burden with her crazy, grief-fueled delusions. Forcing a pout, she played along with his change of subject.

"She used the blanket to hide it and pinched me as hard as she could! It hurt so much I almost blew my cover!"

When Stella had collapsed onto her earlier, Remington had yanked her off almost instantly.

But he had caught the momentary flash of pain on Lizetta's face.

He had suspected Stella did something, but he hadn't expected the woman to be bold enough to assault Lizetta right in front of him.

Remington's expression turned lethal. He immediately leaned over and threw back the hospital blankets.

"Where did she pinch you? Let me see."

"Just on my leg. It's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore... Hey, what are you doing? The baby is right there!"

Lizetta shook her head, trying to wave him off.

She had only exaggerated to play along with his distraction; the pain was actually completely gone.

But the man moved entirely too fast. Before she could even finish

objecting, he had already grabbel.ne

the waistband of her loose hospital pants and pulled them down

Lizetta was so slender now,

the

pants offered zero resistance,

sliding all the way down to her knees

and dragging her underwear slightly down with them.

Blushing furiously, she let out a yelp and scrambled to pull them back up, but Remington planted a large, firm hand on her knee.

He gently pushed her legs wider, his eyes locking onto a dark bruise high up on her

inner thigh. His face instantly darkened to a terrifying degree.

Lizetta's skin was impossibly

smooth and luminous, especially on her inner thighs. The bruise looked

like a crude stain on pristine silk, glaringly ugly and heartbreaking to look at.

The fact that Stella had managed to inflict this right under his nose only fueled his absolute fury.

The hand resting on Lizetta's knee curled into a tight fist.

"I'm sorry. I didn't protect you."

When Stella had lunged at him, he had been holding Ron. He'd only had a split

second to dodge and hadn't been able to kick her away in time.