Charles Foote entered the hospital room and saw Durrell Landon actually pull the bandage from his forehead. Julian Haworth couldn't stop him.
Julian Haworth looked like he saw a savior when Charles Foote walked in.
"Knight, hurry up and help persuade Durrell. He just had surgery yesterday and wants to be discharged today. Is he crazy?"
Charles Foote raised his eyebrow, "Going back is pretty good, at least there won't be any random people bothering him."
Julian Haworth: "..."
Among the group of daredevils, he's the only one normal, suddenly feeling it's quite dangerous.
In the end, he resigned to personally send Durrell back.
The leather-cushioned seats had almost no vibration sensations.
Julian Haworth drove extremely slowly, even a bicycle beside them could compete.
Durrell Landon leaned against the seat, fingers rubbing constantly, eyelids relaxed, slightly drooping.
After some time, Durrell suddenly opened his eyes, fixing a dark, obscure gaze on Julian, "Are you trying to race snails?"
Julian Haworth: "..."
Ever since Durrell woke up, Julian felt Durrell had become somewhat strange.
Even if he doesn't remember Quiana Sutton, it doesn't warrant him acting so distant to everyone approaching.
Julian suddenly recalled Durrell when he was first brought to the Landon Family, quite similar to now.
Yet the memories back then were said to have been hypnotized away, so Durrell couldn't remember them.
He asked with a complex expression:
"Durrell, where do you want to go?"
"Imperial View Manor."
...
Imperial View Manor.
Water was everywhere, the murmuring sound of flowing water, in the silent night, strangely relaxing.
Julian hunched his shoulders, thinking it would be good if Zeke Landon weren't here.
Zeke Landon is the CEO of Universal Corporation, also Durrell's older brother, a man with extraordinary skills. Every time Julian met Zeke, he felt a bit nervous.
Durrell stepped out of the car, walking to Zeke Landon, speaking with a tone seemingly innately cold, "Brother."
Zeke Landon squinted, looking Durrell up and down, "I heard you got into a car accident?"
Durrell Landon: "Yes."
Zeke Landon: "I've asked Oliver to come over, he'll examine your body later."
Durrell Landon did not refuse.
After Durrell entered the house, Julian wisely chose not to go in with him.
With a slight smile, he said to Zeke Landon, "Zeke, we've returned him, we'll take our leave now."
Zeke examined them briefly, nodding, "Thank you for your hard work."
After speaking, he went inside.
Charles Foote saw Julian looking eagerly, feeling speechless:
"What are you worried about? With Oliver here, as long as there's still a breath, he can save you."
Julian Haworth gave Charles a disdainful glance, "What do I have to worry about? It's your ability to block news that's getting worse. In just one day, the Landon Family already knows."
Charles Foote snorted lightly, even if he had immense skill, he couldn't easily hide news from the Landon's network.
"Alright, let's head back."
Oliver checked Durrell's body, the conclusion was similar to Riventon Hospital's main doctor's assessment.
Post-surgery, the body was fine, but the brain had some shadows, potentially causing memory loss.
Similarly, if these shadows dissipate, it might cause him to recall certain things.
Upon hearing Durrell might recover memories, Zeke Landon's expression changed instantly, even under soft lighting, looking quite sinister.
"Are you saying if these shadows disappear, the memories we hypnotized him into forgetting might return?"
Oliver paused, but answered truthfully, "Yes."
"I absolutely cannot allow him to recall those dirty things."
Oliver hesitated greatly:
"But if these shadows remain, they might threaten his life."
If he recovers memories, he might completely collapse, but if the shadows stay, it could be fatal...
Zeke Landon was for the first time so torn.
"Stay at Imperial View Manor and care for him, alert me immediately of any changes."
Oliver replied, "Okay."
The room was utterly silent.
Durrell leaned on the couch, his right hand casually resting on the armrest, letting the warm light outline his face.
A great beauty, graceful demeanor.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, noticing a locked box on the cabinet not far away.
After a while.
He got up and opened the box.
Inside lay two marriage certificates.
He opened them to confirm, the woman who came to the hospital was truly his wife.
Though he couldn't recall why they married, being aboard his pirate ship won't allow her to easily disembark.
After reading, he put them back.
At this moment, he received a text, it was from Evelyn Windsor —
[Durrell, I'm flying tomorrow, can you come pick me up?]
He glanced indifferently, ignoring it, tossing the phone aside.
Evelyn abroad waited a long time, unable to receive a reply from Durrell, feeling uneasy.
Once upon a time, she firmly believed that regardless of how long away, Durrell would wait for her, but now she's unsure.
Urgently wanting to return and see him.
Elsewhere.
Quiana Sutton arrived at Isabelle Somerville's place while Isabelle was playing games with Axius Somerville.
Seeing Quiana at the door was more of a surprise than unexpected.
"Cece, why are you here?"
Quiana shrugged, "Wandering the streets, willing to take me in?"
Isabelle pulled Quiana inside, "Gladly."
Upon entering, she kicked Axius, who was gaming on the sofa, off to the ground, "Get out of the way, make room for Cece."
Axius gasped, climbing up with a grievance.
"Joy, people who don't know might think Quiana is your own sister."
As Isabelle's brother, Axius felt his status in her heart wasn't even as high as a dog's nearby.
Isabelle snorted, "To have your status today, you should thank Cece, if it weren't for her writing songs for you, would you be a new generational idol?"
Axius replied thrice, "Yes, yes, yes, as long as you don't kick the face."
He had a tear mole at the corner of his eye, usually making other men look feminine, but on his face, it radiated charm.
He's quite aware that without his face, even if he sang well, he couldn't achieve such status.
Quiana walked to the balcony, petting a completely white dog, without a speck of stray fur.