Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1275

The officer reported with palpable excitement.

"Mr. Dashiell, I've shared the coordinates with your system."

The external expert hired by Remington leaned toward the phone in Jerome's hand to update the CEO directly.

"Excellent work," Remington replied, a hint of hard-won relief bleeding into his deep voice.

His predatory gaze swept over the map glowing on his tablet.

While they didn't have the exact house, the highlighted zone spanned only four city blocks. Searching it would be incredibly fast.

Staring at the pulsating red circle, a murderous coldness settled in Remington's eyes.

His son was right there, and he vowed to show no mercy to the scumbags who had dared to hurt him.

Hearing his child's heart-wrenching screams had ignited a profound agony and blinding rage within him that mirrored Lizetta's completely.

Now that he finally had a solid perimeter, the suffocating metallic weight in his chest began to dissipate.

The instant the location was locked, over a dozen sleek black SUVs shot toward the coordinates like panthers hunting in the dead of night.

Simultaneously, teams of bodyguards scattered throughout the city received their orders, closing a suffocating net around the designated blocks from every direction.

The night grew deeper, heavy with impending violence.

Back at the hospital, Lizetta was still staring obsessively at the red circle on the screen, her knuckles white as she gripped the back of a chair.

"Liz, let's head home and wait for the news. Grandma is still waiting for us."

Jerome said softly, ending the video call after seeing Remington's forces spring into action.

He stepped forward and gently patted her head, his tone as soothing as someone comforting a nervous student before a massive exam.

Blinking her sore, dry eyes, Lizetta finally pulled her gaze away from the monitors.

"I didn't make a mistake. I've prepared a helicopter for you. You don't need to babysit an old man. Hurry up and get to Zion City."

Nelson knew exactly how much her heart was burning to be there.

Waiting passively for news was pure torture.

Tears welled in Lizetta's eyes. She had fully intended to escort the old man home before rushing to the airport, but he had anticipated her needs perfectly.

The elevator chimed as the doors slid open to the rooftop helipad.

Nelson leaned in for a brief hug. "Go on. I'll be waiting for all of you to come home together. If I wasn't bogged down with so much garbage here, I'd be flying out with you."

Eartha was still in police custody locally, and someone needed to keep a close watch to ensure she didn't pull another stunt.

Combined with the massive fallout destabilizing the Porter family's corporate empire, Nelson genuinely couldn't afford to leave the city.

Lizetta looked over at Jerome, who simply smiled and gave an encouraging nod. No words were needed.