This dog is not of any rare breed; Grace Sutton and Isabelle Somerville picked it up on the road. Durrell Landon doesn't like these fragile animals, so she couldn't take it back, and Isabelle ended up taking it home to care for.
Back then, it was all dirty and gray; now it has completely changed in appearance.
The dog was found in the wild, so they named it "Little Wild".
She poured some dog food for Little Wild, and Little Wild seemed happy to see her, eating with relish.
After playing with Little Wild for a while, she returned to the living room and glanced at Isabelle Somerville.
"Joy, letting me collaborate with your brother on a single, that was your idea, right?"
Isabelle Somerville giggled twice, "Cece, you figured it out?"
Although she often complained about her brother even in her dreams, she still hoped Cece could become her sister-in-law.
Unfortunately, Cece wasn't very interested; she thought that if they became a couple in the public eye, maybe Cece would change her mind.
She pulled Quiana Sutton over, pressed her onto the sofa, and stuffed the game controller into her hands.
"Cece, I was thoroughly defeated by my brother just now, you have to help me get revenge."
Axius Somerville was a bit unhappy, "Sister, how can you seek external help?"
Isabelle Somerville glared at him, and Axius immediately became compliant.
He reluctantly said with a hint of sorrow, "Alright then."
Quiana Sutton absentmindedly played games against Axius Somerville, and after he lost for the 108th time, she finally ran out of patience.
"You're just too bad at this."
Axius choked on his frustration; every time he played games with Quiana, he would be utterly defeated, feeling like he was developing a psychological scar.
"I'm done playing; I need to go back and rest."
His place was downstairs from Isabelle's; he once wanted to connect the two floors but Isabelle refused, saying she needed her own independent space and didn't want to live with her brother. He always doted on his sister, so he went along with her wishes.
As he left, he saw Isabelle snuggling close with Quiana, looking intimately friendly, and he couldn't help but wonder who was truly family.
The frustration stuck in his throat felt like it would erupt.
He quickly left Isabelle's place, fearing he might lose control and want to give Quiana a thrashing.
He suddenly wondered if he could actually take on Quiana Sutton.
The following day.
Early in the morning, Quiana Sutton received a message from Grace Sutton.
[The show's production team agreed, so prepare well.]
Quiana replied: [Got it, thanks.]
What she wanted most now was to shed the "whimpering monster" reputation.
Durrell Landon likes gentle, sweet, cool as water types of girls, and Evelyn Windsor fits that persona. Since she's playing the stand-in, she naturally has to portray the role well.
Now she doesn't need to continue pretending, so the first thing to tear off is this persona.
She is not a frail and weak lily; she is a poppy growing on a cliff under the moonlight, dangerous and deadly.
Grace Sutton put down her phone, feeling a bit strained, pinching her brow. She was aware that the other party's show probably needs Quiana's influence to hype the program.
She consoled herself, even black fans are fans.
She occasionally admired Quiana Sutton's stormy and bloody nature.
Isabelle Somerville came out of the room and saw Quiana sitting on the sofa, her straight, slender legs casually resting on the coffee table.
Unrestrained and with an impressive aura.
She cautiously swallowed.
Quiana noticed Isabelle coming over and pocketed her phone.
Casually asked, "Want to go out? I can accompany you today."
Isabelle regrettably shook her head, "I'd like to go out, but today I have a doctor's appointment at Riventon Hospital."
Quiana sized up Isabelle, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Isabelle blushed slightly in embarrassment, "I suffer terrible pain every time my period comes, this time it needs painkillers or I can't bear it anymore, so I've decided to check it out at the hospital."
"I'll go with you."
Isabelle worried, "What if someone recognizes you?"
She wasn't too bothered, "I'll wear a mask and hat."
Riventon Hospital.
Gynecology is on the seventh floor.
VIP wards are on the eighth floor.
While accompanying Isabelle in waiting, a familiar silhouette unexpectedly crossed Quiana Sutton's mind.
She seemed to care a bit more than she imagined.
After some time, she couldn't overcome her internal desire and stood up, telling Isabelle:
"Joy, wait for me here for a bit; I'll be right back."
Isabelle barely opened her mouth before Quiana disappeared around the corner.
Isabelle blinked; she felt as if Cece seemed quite familiar with the hospital.
Quiana Sutton stood at the ward door, unexpectedly finding no one inside.
She didn't see Durrell but did see Julian Haworth walking towards her.
Julian initially thought the woman wearing a mask and hat was up to no good, but he didn't expect it to be Quiana.
Narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized her, he sneered, "Didn't expect you to be so concerned about Durrell? Driven out but still came to visit?"
She coolly glanced at Julian, her voice cold, "It's none of your business."
From the first time he met this woman, Julian felt he never gained any advantage, mostly being driven half mad.
Still, he unwillingly mocked, "Durrell returned to Imperial View Manor, you probably won't see him anymore."
"Imperial View Manor?" Quiana looked confused.
Seeing her puzzled expression, Julian's derision deepened:
"Imperial View Manor is Durrell's real home; you've probably never been there in your three years of marriage."
This made Quiana suddenly realize she didn't truly understand anything about Durrell Landon.
She didn't even know where his real home was.
But it no longer mattered now.
The most important thing now was the divorce.
As long as Durrell signs the divorce papers, everything will be fine.
The transition from surprise to calm took merely a moment; Julian suddenly found he was quite impressed with this woman.
If he provoked anyone else like this, they would have been furious, yet she remained as steady as a rock.
He couldn't tell whether it was her dark and quiet pupils or her cold, delicate skin; upon first sight, one might consider this woman utterly void of warmth.
Now it seemed this woman had no heart.
"I truly wonder why you married Durrell initially?"
Quiana glanced at him sideways, "Is it not possible that I like him?"
"Liar!"
If she really liked him, when Durrell was injured in the hospital, how could there be no panic on her face? If she truly liked him, how could she tolerate her man having another woman in his thoughts?
"At most, you like Durrell's money..."
Julian had always assumed so, as Quiana was merely a D-list celebrity at the time; marrying Durrell was for the money and resources.
Julian's imagination had always been rich. The corners of Quiana's lips curled slightly in a vague smile, "In your eyes, is Durrell so lacking that only money and resources could attract me? How do you know it's not for his persona? At least that face is peerless, isn't it?"
Julian: "???"
Thinking about Durrell's near-unreal beauty, Julian found himself at a loss for words to refute.
Quiana successfully left Julian speechless, turned around to leave in a good mood; upon rounding the corner, her steps halted. The hidden elevator door slowly opened, revealing Charles Foote standing before it.
His gaze quietly focused on Quiana; his deep eyes maintained their usual profoundness, yet he appeared like a harmless noble gentleman, each move refined and meticulous.