I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 122: Fell Ill

The atmosphere today was rare and so good that Durrell Landon wanted to play with Quiana Sutton a little longer, but at this moment, Oliver Gale called him.

He said that his grandfather had gone back into the emergency room after learning that he had given Quiana the Universal Corporation and Imperial View Manor, and his elder brother hoped he would come to the hospital immediately.

Durrell Landon pinched his brow with a headache, glanced at Quiana Sutton standing aside, and a few threads of helplessness rolled out from his throat: "My grandfather is in the emergency room, and I need to go to the hospital now."

Quiana Sutton waved her hand indifferently: "Go ahead, I’ll go back by myself later."

Durrell Landon frowned, looking at Quiana Sutton’s indifferent expression, and his grandfather going into the emergency room again made his mood feel a bit unsettled and repressed.

He suddenly said: "Why don’t you come to the hospital with me?"

Quiana Sutton couldn’t help but laugh with a "pfft": "Are you sure your grandfather won’t get angrier seeing me, that he might just faint again after finally getting out of the emergency room?"

"He will have to face it sooner or later; if every time he sees you, he goes into the emergency room, then he might as well live at the hospital."

Quiana Sutton understood what Durrell Landon meant, and her expression slowly turned cold: "Are you making sure you won’t let go?"

He never actually considered divorce. Now that he finally had her by his side, how could he possibly let her go? If it weren’t for the unexpected appearance of Nathan Firth, she would never have had the chance to sign the divorce papers.

"After the matter with Nathan Firth is settled, shall we go public? I want to give you the most unique wedding in the world."

Upon hearing this, Quiana Sutton closed her eyes briefly, her face showing a visible weariness, and her expression turned gloomy.

"What if I don’t want to?"

Durrell Landon looked down at her, with not much expression on his face, but his eyes couldn’t hide a trace of disappointment.

"Forget it, let’s talk about it after this whole thing. Right now, let’s go to the hospital."

Riventon Hospital.

Underground parking lot.

Quiana Sutton didn’t really want to see his grandfather, nor did she want to meet his elder brother, Zeke Landon.

She wanted to linger in the car and wait for him to return, but he wouldn’t agree.

"Now I give you two choices: either I carry you up, or you walk up with me."

Quiana Sutton: "..."

He doesn’t mind the trouble, while she feels embarrassed.

After being confined for about a month, seeing Zeke Landon again, she found him indescribably haggard, with half-closed eyes, sitting on a bench outside the operating room.

Durrell Landon called out: "Elder brother."

The tone was still indescribably cold.

Hearing Durrell Landon’s voice, Zeke Landon looked up at him, "You’ve finally come."

Then he shifted his gaze to Quiana Sutton, pausing for a long while before speaking: "Did you deliberately bring her here to tell me and grandfather that everything is a done deal, and that the Universal Corporation and Imperial View Manor belong to her with no room for regret?"

"Since you understand, elder brother, why bother saying it? I didn’t touch your shares; you still have a part of Universal Corporation, elder brother."

Zeke Landon felt an indescribable complexity in his heart, slowly stood up, and step by step, walked to the squint-eyed Quiana Sutton leaning against the wall, speaking gloomily: "I used to think that bewitching foxes disrupting kingdoms were fake, but now I don’t think so."

Quiana Sutton’s lips curled into a mocking arc:

"If I were really the bewitching fox disrupting kingdoms, I would make Durrell Landon give me everything of the Landon Family, not just a part of Universal Corporation’s shares and Imperial View Manor."

Zeke Landon: "..."

She really dares to speak.

All of a sudden, she felt uninterested and didn’t want to continue staying outside the operating room.

She shook off the hand that Durrell Landon was holding her with and said lightly: "I’ll wait for you at the café downstairs."

Seeing her resolve, he could only briefly let go: "Then be careful on your own."

She hadn’t been sitting in the downstairs café for even ten minutes before her phone rang.

It was a call from Northmount, which she directly hung up on, never expecting Nova and Tide to show up at the café and sit in front of her half an hour later.

Seeing Nova and Tide, Quiana Sutton’s hand holding the cup paused.

She slowly placed the cup on the table, to avoid smashing it in a moment of impatience.

Leaning back lazily, "You two came to see me, for what?"

Nova usually dislikes Quiana Sutton, but this time it was for Nathan Firth, so she had no choice but to plead with her.

With her eyes slightly downcast, she spoke respectfully: "Miss, the master is ill, with a high fever of forty degrees, and he refuses to take medicine or go to the hospital. Please, persuade the master."

Quiana Sutton found it amusing as she looked at the two of them, "Are you sure if I persuade him, he will listen? Besides, why should I persuade him? Isn’t his fiancée with him in Serene Ink Garden? I better not join the commotion."

Apparently, there wasn’t any room for consideration for this request. She directly refused, even issuing an eviction order: "Rather than wasting time with me, you’d better go persuade your master to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

After saying this, she no longer paid attention to them.

Nova’s face was more angry than respectful, and Tide was always expressionless, or rather, he always had a poker face, holding Nova back before she could explode.

He glanced at Quiana Sutton, whose eyes even betrayed an aloof coldness, and spoke slowly: "Miss, if anything happens to the master, the Sutton Estate’s industry might face major turmoil. I assume you wouldn’t want to see that, would you?"

Quiana Sutton’s index finger kept rubbing the rim of the cup, feeling very annoyed at this moment.

After a while, she finally said: "I can go and persuade Nathan Firth, but I want to bring a doctor with me."

Tide agreed readily: "Alright."

Nova felt a bit uneasy, worried that what if Quiana Sutton and that doctor did something to the master’s body?

Quiana Sutton called Oliver Gale: "Do you have time? A patient with a fever hopes you can check on them."

Oliver Gale was silent for a moment: "I’m a surgeon."

"I know, but the patient is special and we can’t invite another doctor."

Oliver Gale chuckled slowly, "Which patient could be special enough for Miss Quiana to consider special?"

Quiana Sutton: "The patient is Nathan Firth."

Oliver Gale: "..."

There was a momentary stiffness in his usually aloof expression, seemingly not expecting that the patient Quiana Sutton asked him to see would be Nathan Firth, momentarily forgetting how to respond, and it took him a while to find his voice:

"I’ll come."

"Then I’ll wait for you in the hospital café downstairs."

After saying that, she hung up the phone, leaving Oliver Gale to linger in place for quite a while.