I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 124: Regret

Nova helped Quiana Sutton open Nathan Firth’s room door, and just as it opened a crack, a table lamp came crashing down towards them, which Quiana instinctively caught.

She impatiently kicked the door open and casually tossed the lamp onto the bed. Nathan was about to start cursing, but seeing Quiana was the one who did it, a hint of urgency and unease crossed his face.

"Why is it you?"

Quiana gave him a brief, indifferent glance: "Every time you get sick, your temper flares. Your underlings are already pampering you, and you still refuse to go to the hospital?"

Nathan, feverish and somewhat unreasonable, retorted, "Who said I’m sick? I refuse to go to the hospital."

Upon hearing this, without a second thought, Quiana walked over to him and kicked him into the sofa.

!!!

The onlookers were all stunned. Just as Nova was about to get angry, Lunaria hurriedly stopped him.

Even Oliver Gale was slightly taken aback.

This was a bit too ruthless; he suddenly felt a pang of empathy for Durrell Landon.

Nathan, muddled by the kick, felt even more confused in his already weak and feverish state. Amidst the chaos, he could still hear her voice clearly: "I don’t have the patience to coax you. If you refuse the IV, I’ll just have to tie you to the chair, so you can’t move and are completely at my mercy."

When his vision focused again, there was a gleam of cool nonchalance and amusement on his face, "At your mercy, eh? If that’s what you want, you don’t even need to tie me up. I can just lie still."

She lowered her voice, "Is that so?"

Her swift actions caught everyone off guard. She was already in front of Nathan, kneeling on the sofa, with her left hand gripping his throat and a knife in her right hand. The blade lightly traced across his skin, and her voice was calm to the point of unnerving, which filled the room with a chilling dread.

"Even if I wanted to kill you, would you obediently let me do it?"

Nathan remained motionless, looking at Quiana, experiencing a fleeting moment of poignant reality, as if this scene overlapped with a distant memory.

He looked at her face, cold to the point of chilling, and curled his lips with a faint bit of anticipation, "To die by your hand would be my honor."

Charlotte Sutton saw Quiana actually pressing the knife against Nathan’s neck and couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed up to try to stop Quiana but was easily pushed to the ground by Quiana.

Quiana glanced at Charlotte, her dim eyes flickering with flames, real yet like an illusion.

An inexplicable sense of oppression in her voice: "Since your fiancée cares so deeply for you, I’ll let it go this time."

After speaking, she turned her gaze to Oliver Gale, "Please give him the IV."

Watching such a drama unfold, Oliver Gale thought it was well worth his participation.

Although he wanted to retaliate mischievously, his professional ethics as a doctor restrained him.

He could find other ways to settle scores later.

Lunaria watched Oliver Gale skillfully perform the IV infusion, slightly furrowing his brow, then turned to Tide and asked, "Where did you find this doctor?"

Tide: "Riventon Hospital. Is there a problem?"

Lunaria shook his head; he just felt as though he’d seen him somewhere before.

Charlotte felt a pang of heartache seeing the needle in Nathan’s hand, her tears welling up, but Nathan spoke irritably:

"I’m not dead, why are you crying? Are you mourning?"

Charlotte was startled, even forgetting to cry.

"Nathan..."

Nathan impatiently snapped, "Shut up."

With a hurt expression, Charlotte looked at Nathan. Seeing him ignoring her, she pushed through the crowd and rushed out of the room. Northmount cautiously spoke, "Master, should we bring her back?"

Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing his fatigue and weakness, "No need to send her back to the villa. Just take her back to the Sutton Estate."

Northmount: "Yes."

Northmount left to catch up with her. Seeing him, Charlotte felt somewhat relieved: "Did Nathan send you to take me back?"

Northmount respectfully replied, "The master sent me to take you back to the Sutton Estate."

Charlotte grew excited, "No, I won’t agree."

How could she let Quiana repeatedly appear by Nathan’s side?

With that, she intended to head back to the villa immediately.

Northmount quickly blocked her path, speaking still respectfully, "Miss Sutton, it’s best you listen to the master, or you should know the consequences."

Charlotte’s face turned irate, surprised that even a servant dared to threaten her, her voice turned sharp and arrogant, "Who do you take your orders from?"

Northmount slightly bowed his head, "I only take orders from the master."

"It’s the Sutton Estate that raised you; you should follow their orders."

"The master is also a part of the Sutton Estate. Following his orders is akin to following the Sutton Estate’s orders, isn’t it?"

Northmount remained respectful yet exuded a sense of authority.

"Miss Sutton, it would be unwise to anger the master; no one dislikes disobedience more than he."

Charlotte bit her lip unwillingly but feared truly enraging Nathan. After a long hesitation, she finally agreed.

She couldn’t believe that once home, once she told her grandfather everything, he wouldn’t stand up for her.

...

The room’s black and white décor, in this autumn, felt particularly cold.

Quiana, with one hand in her pocket, quietly stood by the window, looking out, her thoughts inscrutable to anyone.

Nathan, watching Quiana standing motionlessly in front of the window, suddenly spoke softly:

"I’m hungry."

Quiana glanced at Nathan, then turned her gaze to the four guardians, speaking calmly:

"Your master is hungry; why aren’t you hurrying to make something to eat?"

Nathan immediately refused:

"I want the millet porridge you make."

Without a second thought, she bluntly declined, "Then you’ll have to stay hungry."

Nathan: "..."

Perhaps due to his illness, he was feeling particularly restless, rubbing his brow and slowly closing his slightly fever-reddened eyes:

"You... you used to make it for me..."

Quiana, a bit surprised, looked at Nathan, not expecting him to remember.

Back then, their relationship wasn’t particularly good, nor was it bad.

He was sick then too, but his attitude after falling ill was atrocious, even becoming extremely picky about his food.

She made him a bowl of black rice porridge, and after a few sips, he found it unpalatable and poured it out.

She spoke lightly, "Didn’t you pour it out in the end?"

"But, I regret it now."

When he uttered this sentence, every breath in the air seemed to carry a trace of painful sorrow.

What he pursued was vengeance, a path of destruction named death.

Though he had prepared for it entirely, why did he now feel a hint of regret?