I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 141 - 140: Defense

Amidst that group, an elderly man who looked advanced in age but spirited walked over slowly, stopping in front of Nathan Firth.

He glanced at the bloodstain at the corner of Nathan’s mouth, and then his gaze landed on Northmount and the four protectors, "When you return, go receive your punishment."

They didn’t dare to disobey and immediately replied, "Yes."

Then...

"Slap—"

A hard slap landed on Quiana Sutton’s face, the voice indifferent, "Nathan is hurt, and you’re just standing there watching?"

Though Northmount and the others were a bit surprised, it was nothing compared to the shock of Charles Foote and his group.

Julian Haworth couldn’t help but speak, "Damn, who is this old man with such a temper?"

After the slap, Quiana could taste the metallic tang of blood at the back of her throat, and even traces of blood seeping from her lips. Yet, she calmly wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her thumb, responding coolly, "He’s just injured, not dead. Do you really need to be so angry?"

Durrell Landon was surprised for only a second before he unhesitatingly shielded her behind him, his eyes like blades, staring at the old man, "I don’t care who you are. Anyone who dares to hurt her, I won’t let them go."

Her face didn’t show any emotional fluctuations, as if used to this, but only she knew she was far from as composed as she appeared.

Everything Nathan Firth had came from her grandfather, so no matter how much her grandfather pampered him, he wouldn’t dare defy his orders.

Charlotte Sutton not adding fuel to the fire was already fortunate; she was unlikely to help.

As for others from the Sutton Estate, they were pragmatic. She was an unloved granddaughter, and if they didn’t take advantage of her misfortune, it was already quite decent, not worth offending her grandfather for her.

Durrell was the first person in so many years to stand in front of her, protecting her.

For a moment, she was a bit dazed on the spot.

The old man didn’t take Durrell Landon seriously at all, "Landon boy, disciplining my own granddaughter is none of your business."

Julian was slightly shocked, "Grand... Granddaughter..."

When Quiana Sutton and Durrell first got married, he thought she was just a powerless little woman.

He had thought that way for three years.

He didn’t know who these suddenly appeared people were, but the badges uniformly pinned on their sleeves indicated grandeur not belonging to small families.

Charles Foote was more perceptive than Julian Haworth, recognizing those badges as a unique sun motif, a symbol used by only one family globally.

Golden-Brilliance.

Was Quiana Sutton the eldest lady of Golden-Brilliance?

Though the current head of the Golden-Brilliance Group bore the surname Sutton, it wasn’t a special name, so they hadn’t suspected much.

Or perhaps they didn’t want to think about it.

Charles Foote could think of this, and naturally, so could Durrell Landon. His face looked terrible, as he had stated early on that he didn’t care about her identity. Still, he hadn’t expected the old man before him to surpass his own grandfather. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In his eyes, a frigid look as he stared at the man in front of him, "So what if you’re her grandfather? She’s my wife, and without my permission, no one can touch her."

The old man, never having had his authority challenged, immediately got angry, instinctively wanting to strike with his cane. Quiana, sensing his intent, suddenly stepped in front of Durrell, taking the blow meant for him.

She grunted.

Durrell hadn’t anticipated Quiana would intercept the blow for him, looking at her in front of him with shock, "Are you crazy? I can take it."

Then, realizing his tone, he slightly softened it, but his slight trembling was evident:

"What would I do if something really happened to you?"

Quiana bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down. Her grandfather had used all his strength with that blow, and in the moment it hit, she felt as if her soul had been torn out, only barely managing to calm herself. She glanced at Durrell, "I will be fine."

Then she turned to her grandfather, her eyes cold beyond cold, almost visibly exuding an icy chill:

"Grandfather, when I left back then, I said it. I’ve severed ties with the Sutton family."

The old man snorted coldly:

"Severed ties, do you really think you can break free from the Sutton family? You will always bear my Sutton family’s blood, that will never change, and don’t forget, you still owe the Sutton Estate three lives."

Upon hearing this, her expression remained unchanged, yet her heart twinged involuntarily, like a vine long intertwined in her heart, which would remain fine as long as not deliberately brought up, but once mentioned, it would become bloody and raw.

Durrell had rarely seen Quiana’s face so pale, instantly realizing she harbored secrets unknown to others in her heart.

From behind, he embraced her tightly, his voice tender, "I’ve said it before, no matter what happens, I’ll be there behind you."

In that moment, his gentle voice seemed to light up her dark, desolate soul, bringing her back to her senses, a slight change in her gaze.

"So what? If Grandfather really hates me so much, then kill me. Yet you don’t act, because you can’t bear for me to die, for the only bloodline of the Sutton family to die, right?"

In Nathan Firth’s memory, Quiana had rarely ever defied her grandfather.

Now, because of a single word from Durrell Landon, she was actually beginning to defy her grandfather?

He held his chest, another mouthful of blood spilling out, aware he had some internal injuries. Though previously, he had suffered injuries, believing himself numb to the pain, yet why was it so painful this time?

"Fine! Very well! After three years, your temper has grown wilder, I see you are asking to be locked in the confinement room again?"

After saying this, he was about to grab her, but Durrell Landon quickly pulled her behind him, his eyes cold enough to freeze someone.

The confinement room reminded him instantly of the basement where he had spent many years in the past.

It likely had the same effect, a place where you couldn’t see the outside, with no knowledge of seasons changing, or the sun rising and setting – only endless pain and loneliness.

"If you want to take her, you’ll have to get past me first."

At this moment, Charles Foote and Oliver Gale’s eyes also changed, their expressions becoming serious, even preparing for a fight.