She kicked over the coffee table in front of her irritably, stopping her before she opened the door.
"Hold on!"
She stopped in her tracks, looking at him puzzled.
He took a deep breath.
"Since we're getting divorced, I'll give you this apartment, so no one can say that I'm too stingy, Durrell Landon."
She brushed a strand of hair and said with a laugh, "In this world, those who know about our marriage probably don't exceed one hand. Those people are your friends, they certainly wouldn't speak ill of you."
The air fell into a deathly silence again.
"Bang—"
The response given to her was the sound of the door being slammed heavily.
Along with it went that divorce agreement.
She touched her nose; now that Evelyn Windsor is coming back, she sensibly suggested a divorce to keep out of his way. She wondered where else he could find such an understanding 'little cannon fodder'. She really didn't know what he was angry about.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one.
...
The phone vibrated once, she didn't answer, until it rang the fifth time, then she picked it up.
It was a bit unexpected that it was Julian Haworth's call.
Julian Haworth was one of the few who knew about her marriage to Durrell Landon.
She answered the call with a slightly impatient tone: "What is it?"
A frantic and flustered voice came: "Ming, Ming got into a car accident, severe bleeding, serious head injury, and different degrees of bodily damage. He needs immediate surgery and is now at Riventon Hospital. You should hurry to the hospital to sign a document."
Riventon Hospital is part of the Haworth Family's business, and Julian Haworth is one of the young masters of Riventon Hospital.
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Julian Haworth was joking with her. He was still in the apartment an hour ago, and an hour later, he's at Riventon Hospital?
She rushed to the hospital and saw Durrell Landon lying on the hospital bed, barely alive.
When signing, she held the pen and asked with a complex feeling, "Will he die?"
The attending doctor: "We'll do our best to save him."
Durrell Landon was wheeled into the operating room, the lights were on outside the operating room, and the smell of disinfectant in the corridor was quite pungent. She couldn't help but cough once.
Suddenly, a handkerchief appeared in front of her eyes. She looked up and saw that the person was another friend of Durrell Landon's, Charles Foote.
Unlike Durrell Landon's enchanting beauty that could cause addiction, he was like the dazzling snow lotus on a snowy mountain, gentle and radiant.
She expressed her gratitude: "Thank you."
He glanced at the red light of the operating room, then his eyes fell back on Quiana Sutton, taking out the divorce agreement still stained with blood, he spoke lightly: "Can you tell me what exactly is going on?"
Julian Haworth snatched the divorce agreement from Charles Foote's hand, looked through it, and then looked at Quiana Sutton in surprise: "Did you guys have a fight?"
She answered calmly: "No."
It was just a piece of paper, their contract marriage was bound to end.
Only she didn't expect that before they completely ended, he would get into a car accident.
Julian Haworth didn't believe it at all, but at this moment, he couldn't care less about exploring the truth.
Durrell Landon is an award-winning actor, even the slightest change can cause a big ripple. Now with such a big car accident, the news must be sealed.
But the Landon Family, he's a bit hesitant about whether to inform them.
Charles Foote noticed Julian Haworth's hesitation and spoke lightly: "Wait until Ming wakes up, let him decide whether to inform them."
The Landon Family relations are very complex. It's best not to get involved as much as possible.
Five hours later, the doors of the operating room finally opened.
Quiana Sutton stepped forward and asked: "Doctor, how is he?"
The attending doctor removed his mask: "He is out of critical danger."
The doctor's words hit her eardrums, her nerves unexpectedly relaxed.
At this moment, she realized, until now, she had been tense all along.
"Thank you, doctor."
The doctor glanced at Quiana Sutton and continued:
"However, there is something I need to tell you, there's a shadow in the patient's brain area, he might lose some of his memory."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
"Of course, this is not definitive, everything will be clearer when the patient wakes up."
She couldn't help but wonder, if Durrell Landon really loses his memory, can she still divorce him?
She couldn't help but rub her temples, this accident really caught her off guard.
...
Riventon Hospital is Haworth's business, with Durrell Landon lying in Riventon Hospital, she wasn't worried at all.
She waved her hand at them, "I have some things to do, so I'll leave first."
Julian Haworth was somewhat angered.
"Your husband is lying in the hospital and hasn't woken up, yet you're not staying to accompany him?"
A faint smile curved at her lips, she turned around and looked at Julian Haworth, speaking with amusement: "Our divorce agreement is still in your hands. Since we're both about to be divorced, it's naturally better to keep our distance."
If the divorce had been finalized, it wouldn't have been her turn to sign today.
Julian Haworth wanted to say something more when Charles Foote, who had his eyes closed, showing no emotions, and not a word, pulled him aside.
"Let her go. You stay and take care of Ming."
"What about you?"
Charles Foote, with hands in his pockets, eyes cloudy, said, "I'll handle sealing the news."
He looked out the window; the sun had already leapt over the horizon, it was about to dawn.
Quiana Sutton had a sleepless night, and the next day arrived at the recording set with very dark circles.
Her manager had already arranged her schedule, and today she needed to record the OST for the romance drama 'Heartbeat Signal'.
But there were too many unexpected events yesterday, leaving her a bit overwhelmed; she was currently so tired, she could barely stay awake, reaching into her bag for a pack of cigarettes. Habitually, she put them back in, suddenly remembering that Durrell Landon wasn't here to stop her, she took them back out.
Durrell Landon hated the smell of smoke, he would never allow her to smoke.
Now that they were getting divorced, this rule naturally ought to be abandoned.
When Grace Sutton came over with a bunch of documents, she saw Quiana Sutton standing by the window, smoking.
She squinted her eyes, with an expression of disappointment.
"If the paparazzi catch you like this, you'll end up with another piece of bad press."
But she had to admit, Quiana Sutton looked very alluring when smoking.
Her features were naturally bright and beautiful, and the arrogant expression while smoking almost made her seem unattainably high.
Quiana Sutton was completely indifferent: "I've got enough bad press, one more won't make a difference."
Grace Sutton felt a bit frustrated:
"You might not care, but I do. I don't want you ruining my career as a manager."
Every time colleagues mentioned Quiana Sutton, they would mock her a bit.
Out of the artists from the company at the same time, she chose Quiana Sutton over Chloe Summers, and now Chloe Summers' reputation and status were both higher than Quiana Sutton's. Despite the resources invested in boosting Quiana Sutton, the results lagged so much that she, the renowned manager, almost became the representative of blind management decisions in the company.
Quiana Sutton debuted as a singer, with the first album selling nearly a million copies.
She had thought Quiana Sutton would continue to develop her singing career, but surprisingly, she wanted to act instead, Grace didn't stop her.
If she could develop comprehensively in film, TV, and music, she might become the first in the entertainment industry.
But she was wrong. When Quiana Sutton went to act, she became like a little drama queen, with many haters. If not for decent singing skills and some loyal fans, she might have been mocked out of the industry.
Grace Sutton pleaded sincerely: "Cece, can't you just focus on singing? If you act less, I guarantee you'll lose a lot of haters."
Quiana Sutton held the cigarette, took a deep drag, the taste of nicotine stimulating her nerves, finally awakening her somewhat.
She smiled and shook her head.
"No."