Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 57: This Man Is More Reliable Than Adrian Lancaster

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: This Man Is More Reliable Than Adrian Lancaster

It was good that the security guards were so diligent. Wren Sutton didn’t argue with them, but calmly tried to think of a solution.

She didn’t know what had driven Lucia to a bar to drown her sorrows. She couldn’t just call the family estate; for one, she was afraid Lucia would be mortified when she sobered up, and for another, she didn’t want to disturb their grandmother’s rest.

The next best thing would be to call Lucia’s parents, but she didn’t have their number saved in her phone.

After racking her brain, Wren Sutton couldn’t think of any better solution. At this point, her only option was to contact Adrian Lancaster.

For Lucia’s sake, she was willing to swallow her pride. She immediately took out her phone and called Adrian Lancaster.

Listening to the familiar ringing, Wren Sutton hoped he would pick up quickly.

The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

She tried again, patiently, but he still didn’t pick up.

Wren Sutton dialed for the fifth time.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling has been turned off."

"..." Wren Sutton was utterly disappointed, a chill spreading through her heart.

’Adrian Lancaster was definitely doing this on purpose. He deliberately ignored her calls, then deliberately turned off his phone.’

Isla Griffith was getting a little impatient. "What’s going on?"

Wren Sutton shook her head. "Adrian Lancaster isn’t answering. He turned his phone off."

Isla Griffith swore viciously. As her anger flared, an idea suddenly struck her. She thought of someone.

"Call Sean Sterling. If her own brother won’t look after his sister, her cousin can do it."

Wren Sutton’s eyes lit up as if she’d just seen a ray of hope.

’How could I not have thought of that!’

"Good idea."

Not daring to waste a second, Wren Sutton immediately found Sean Sterling’s number and dialed.

After a few rings, someone picked up.

"Hello." Sean Sterling’s voice was as warm and steady as ever.

Wren Sutton could hear some noise in the background, like the chatter of a dinner party.

"Sean, I’m so sorry to have bothered you."

"Not at all. What’s this about?" Sean Sterling was certain Wren Sutton needed something; otherwise, she wouldn’t be calling him this late.

Wren Sutton kept it brief. "Lucia’s drunk, and the security guards don’t believe I’m her sister-in-law, so they won’t let me take her."

"Send me your location. I’ll be right there to get you." Sean Sterling stood up and left the private room.

"Thank you, Sean."

A relieved smile touched Wren Sutton’s lips. She hung up and sent him the bar’s location.

「Twenty minutes later.」

Sean Sterling’s car pulled up in front of the bar. Before his driver could even get out to open the door, he pushed it open himself and strode briskly inside.

Wren Sutton hadn’t expected Sean Sterling to arrive so quickly. The moment he walked in, she finally relaxed, all her worries melting away.

"Sean, thank you for coming."

"Lucia is my cousin. Of course I’d come for her."

Sean Sterling handled the situation effortlessly. He not only verified Wren Sutton’s identity but also had the security guards apologize to her.

Nearby, Isla Griffith observed him quietly, stealing a few glances.

’This man is so much more reliable than Adrian Lancaster.’

She smiled to herself, a subtle, indescribable feeling fluttering within her.

Wren Sutton’s car was parked right out front. Sean Sterling helped Lucia Lancaster into the back seat and fastened her seatbelt, his expression grim.

"So young and already getting into trouble. You learned how to drink before anything else. If your mother finds out, how are you going to explain yourself?"

With a troubled sigh, Sean Sterling closed the car door, his brow deeply furrowed.

Still a little worried, he turned to Wren Sutton.

"Will you be alright on your own? If not, I can drive."

Wren Sutton felt bad about taking up any more of Sean Sterling’s time.

"I haven’t been drinking, so I’m fine to drive. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to get Lucia home safely."

Sean Sterling glanced at his watch. He had an important dinner to get to—one he was hosting, so he couldn’t miss it.

"I trust you. Drive safe, and let me know when you’re home."

"Mm."

Before she left, Wren Sutton exchanged a few more words with Isla Griffith, and they waved goodbye.

Isla Griffith watched the car drive away. Just as she turned and took out her own keys, Sean Sterling’s deep, magnetic voice sounded from behind her. "Ms. Griffith, please wait."

Isla Griffith turned back and looked at him, confused. "President Sterling, is there something else?"

Sean Sterling walked toward her, his bearing gentlemanly and a soft light glinting in the depths of his eyes.

"This might be forward of me, but would you be interested in accompanying me to a dinner party?"

"..." Isla Griffith froze in surprise.

’She and Sean Sterling were merely acquaintances. Even with Wren Sutton as a mutual connection, they weren’t nearly familiar enough for her to be his date to a business function.’

’With his status in the world of finance, he could have any woman he wanted as his date. Why ask her at the last minute?’

’Besides, she could guess with her eyes closed what went on at those kinds of dinners. She was instinctively repulsed by the idea and had no desire to take part.’

’Isla Griffith had to admit that Sean Sterling had made a great impression on her, but she still wasn’t willing to just go off to a dinner party with him like that.’

"I’m sorry, President Sterling. I’m not feeling my best today, so I can’t accept your invitation. Thank you for the kind offer."

After speaking, she gave him a small, polite smile—neither fawning nor arrogant.

"President Sterling, goodbye."

Sean Sterling didn’t press the issue. Watching Isla Griffith’s retreating figure, he gave a resigned smile.

’It seems she still doesn’t remember who I am.’

...

Lucia Lancaster was fast asleep in a drunken stupor, oblivious to everything.

Wren Sutton didn’t feel right about leaving her alone at The Seagate Villa, so she brought her home with her instead.

Seeing the state she was in, Nanny Lawson rushed over to help Wren Sutton get Lucia Lancaster into a bedroom.

Looking at the unconscious Lucia Lancaster on the bed, Nanny Lawson was overcome with worry.

"Young Madam, what’s happened to Miss Lucia? Should I call a doctor?"

Wren Sutton didn’t hide the truth. She said softly, "Lucia’s just drunk. Let her sleep it off. She’ll be fine by tomorrow morning."

Her eyes filled with concern, Nanny Lawson said, "I’ll go make some hangover soup."

Wren Sutton sat by Lucia Lancaster’s bedside for a while. Once she was sure Lucia was sleeping soundly and was in no danger, she left a small night light on, then got up and left the room.

Just as she closed the door, she heard familiar, hurried footsteps from the landing of the stairs. A moment later, Adrian Lancaster appeared before her.

"Nanny Lawson said Lucia is drunk. What the hell happened? And why were you the one to bring her home?"

’Wren Sutton hadn’t expected Adrian Lancaster to come home tonight.’

’Done keeping Maya Marshall company? How rare.’

She couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. Without a word, she coldly averted her gaze and turned to leave.

’He ignores my calls, turns off his phone, and now he has the nerve to question me?’

A flash of anger went through Adrian Lancaster. In a foul mood, he grabbed Wren Sutton’s arm and yanked her back, his face a cold mask.

He took a step forward, trapping her between the wall and his body. His dark eyes stared her down, emotions churning in their depths.

"Trying to walk away without answering my question? Where did you pick up such a bad habit?"

The difference in strength between them was too great; Wren Sutton couldn’t push Adrian Lancaster away. Besides, she was pregnant now and instinctively wanted to avoid any physical confrontation. It was best to just answer him and get it over with.

"I don’t know why Lucia was drinking. I just happened to run into her, and I couldn’t very well leave her there, so I brought her home."

Adrian Lancaster’s dark eyes narrowed, his tone dangerous. "You went to a bar?"

"That’s right." Wren Sutton had nothing to hide.

’She wasn’t a minor. It was her own business where she went.’

Adrian Lancaster was furious. His gaze was as terrifying as a demon’s, a dark vortex threatening to swallow everything whole.

"Did my words go in one ear and out the other? I warned you not to go to those kinds of seedy, disreputable places. Why are you so disobedient?"

Wren Sutton remained defiant, offering no response.

In the middle of her standoff with Adrian Lancaster, her phone suddenly rang.

She took it out and saw it was Sean Sterling calling.

The name was displayed so brightly on the screen that Adrian Lancaster, of course, saw it too.