Chapter 1135
"And?"
"It's a deep coma, just as reported. The brain damage turned her into a vegetable."
Martin's words made Eartha's eyes gleam, the corners of her lips twitching upward. Still cautious, she asked,
"Is she absolutely sure? If Lizetta is truly comatose, why has Remington been blocking me and her father from seeing her?"
"He's convinced Andrea was acting on your orders. Naturally, he won't let you near her. There's nothing strange about it," Martin replied coolly.
Eartha finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
"Thank you for delivering the good news, Mr. West."
Martin simply stared at Eartha and gave a curt nod.
"The Madden Group is on the verge of falling into the Porters' hands. Just don't forget our agreement, Eartha."
Martin and Eartha had known each other for years, though they had only ever been passing acquaintances.
He never expected that, shortly after his wife's passing, Eartha would call him late one night out of the blue.
That was when Martin discovered Lizetta was the Madden family's long-lost daughter. It was also the exact moment his alliance with Eartha began.
After all, their goals were perfectly aligned.
If the two hadn't colluded, how could Eartha-sitting miles away in Tranquil Meadows—have known Lizetta's every move with such terrifying precision?
Lizetta's traumatic labor that night had been meticulously orchestrated by Eartha and Martin. Hans Gardenia and Stella had merely been the pawns and weapons they manipulated to execute it.
Eartha wanted Lizetta dead, while Martin wanted Remington to lose the love of his life forever.
This time, as the Porter family consumed the Madden Group, they would share the resulting profits with Martin as agreed.
With Lizetta's tragic state,
Remington was bound to suffer a devastating blow-ideally, he would crumble entirely Martin planned to se the opportunity to swallow up several of the Starlight Group's projects and market share.
If Stella could make progress on her end, things would be even better.
At the hospital.
Ron was sleeping peacefully in Lizetta's arms. She carefully settled him onto the hospital bed and lay down beside him.
With his little bum in the air, the sleeping infant instinctively nuzzled deeper into Lizetta's embrace, his chubby face flushed and warm.
Remington had ordered someone to bring in a crib and was personally assembling it beside the bed.
Lying on her side, Lizetta held Ron rhythmically patting the baby's back with one hand while propping her head up with the other spelling, as she watched Remington work.
He had taken off his suit jacket, the sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled up to his
forearms, revealing taut, muscular lines and faintly visible veins.
For a man accustomed to a life of luxury, he handled the screwdriver and assembled the crib without the slightest hint of awkwardness.
In no time, the crib was fully set up. Lizetta pointed to the side of her bed and whispered softly.
"Put it right next to the bed so it's easier to keep an eye on him. And lay another blanket down; it feels a bit too firm to me."
Following his wife's instructions, Remington padded the crib, then stood up and headed to the cabinet to find extra bedding.
After he finally finished arranging the small bed, Lizetta touched the baby pillow and frowned.
"Isn't this pillow a bit too high? It
feels even thicker than the one I use.
It'll definitely be uncomfortable for him Remington could you see if...
there are any other pillows?
Remington tucked in the corners of the blanket, ensuring there were no drafts and
that the baby wouldn't get squished, before looking up.
"I didn't see any others. Let him use this one for now, and I'll have someone buy a couple more."
With that, he leaned over the hospital bed to pick up the sleeping Ron.