Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 99: Alcohol Poisoning, Ignore Him

The afternoon sun was warm and bright. Wren Sutton listened to music, happily busying herself in the kitchen.

She had baked two different kinds of cookies. When she took them out of the oven, their color was tantalizing, and their sweet scent filled the air.

Wren tasted one to make sure they were just right—no worse than the ones sold in stores.

She carefully selected the most perfectly shaped, flawless cookies and placed them into two separate, beautiful boxes.

Then, as if wrapping a gift, she tied a ribbon around each box, finishing it with a bow.

Unsure what time Spencer Sawyer would be home, and feeling too awkward to call and ask, Wren quietly left the cookies at his doorstep with a small note.

After taking care of that, Wren returned to her own apartment and checked her phone.

A missed call notification popped up. She opened it and saw it was from Adrian Lancaster.

Wren ignored the notification, not wanting to deal with him.

But on second thought, ’What if it has to do with the Quinn family’s full moon celebration?’

The matriarch had rarely asked her to handle anything, and she didn’t want something to go wrong.

With this in mind, Wren called Adrian back.

Someone answered quickly, but it wasn’t Adrian.

"Ma’am, it’s me, Kevin Dawson."

"Hello, Assistant Dawson." Wren wasn’t too surprised, and her tone was gentle.

Kevin got straight to the point. "President Lancaster is at the hospital on an IV. He was afraid you’d worry, so he told me not to say anything."

"An IV?" Wren’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing this. "What happened to him?"

"Alcohol poisoning."

"..."

"The doctor recommended getting his stomach pumped."

"It’s that serious."

"Yes."

Wren’s expression didn’t change. "In that case, take good care of him. If you’re short-staffed, hire a few nurses."

She finished calmly and hung up the phone.

’If I’m not mistaken, Adrian must have had too much to drink at lunch with the Marshalls today.’

’No wonder he called me. He probably wanted me to go to the hospital and wait on him. In his dreams.’

He got drunk at the Marshall’s home, so there was no way the Marshalls would just ignore him. She didn’t need to worry about it, and she couldn’t be bothered to go.

Kevin Dawson: "..."

He had thought Wren would come to the hospital to take care of President Lancaster, but it turned out she had no intention of doing so.

He subconsciously glanced at Adrian on the hospital bed, a headache coming on. ’How am I supposed to explain this to the boss?’

"When did she say she’d be here?" Adrian’s deep voice was laced with exhaustion.

Kevin chose his words carefully. "President Lancaster, it’s like this... Ma’am has something urgent to attend to and can’t make it. She told me to take good care of you on her behalf."

Adrian’s eyes snapped open, unwilling to believe what he was hearing.

"Wren Sutton isn’t coming?"

Bracing himself, Kevin repeated, "That’s right, ma’am isn’t coming."

Adrian’s face instantly darkened. He gritted his back teeth, his jaw tight. Amid his anger, a flash of disappointment crossed his heart.

She knew he was in the hospital with alcohol poisoning, yet she wouldn’t even come. She wasn’t even willing to stop by for a single look.

’That heartless woman. When she’s ruthless, she’d turn her back on her own family.’

Kevin understood Adrian’s feelings and did his best to console him. "President Lancaster, maybe ma’am will come over after she’s finished with what she’s doing."

Adrian’s expression was grim. He knew Wren wouldn’t come.

She looked gentle and serene on the outside, but deep down, she was incredibly stubborn. When that stubborn streak of hers flared up, she wouldn’t listen to anyone.

...

Wren sneezed three times in a row.

"ACHOO..."

’What’s going on today? Did I catch a cold?’

She put down her phone, got up, and went to the bedroom to grab a silk shawl to drape over her shoulders.

The closet door was open, and on a whim, Wren decided to pick out her outfit for the Quinn family’s event the day after tomorrow. Planning it in advance would save her from scrambling on the day.

She held up a few outfits against herself but wasn’t satisfied with any of them. It always felt like something was missing.

She was attending the Quinn family’s full moon celebration on behalf of the matriarch, representing the Lancaster family’s reputation. She couldn’t be careless about it.

Since she didn’t have a suitable dress in her closet, Wren decided to go shopping at the mall.

*

Because it was a weekday, the mall wasn’t crowded; it was very quiet.

Wren strolled through the women’s apparel section. After a careful selection process, she finally settled on a Chinese-style dress ensemble. It was entirely handmade, exuding an understated luxury that was both exquisite and elegant.

It was similar to a qipao, but not quite. Wearing it gave her a dignified and graceful air, radiating a natural, intellectual beauty.

She loved it and had the sales associate ring it up and package it on the spot.

Wren was delighted to have found the perfect outfit. She then went next door and picked out a pair of shoes to match.

Afterward, she continued to wander, unconsciously finding her way to the baby products section.

Several well-known brands had stores here; the section was quite large.

Clothing, toys, baby food, and daily necessities for infants—they had everything. Each item was small and adorable, and Wren’s heart melted. She couldn’t put them down.

A sales associate came over and asked politely and enthusiastically, "Hello, ma’am. For what age baby are you shopping? I can give you some recommendations."

Wren instinctively placed a hand on her stomach and smiled as she looked down. The corners of her eyes glowed with a maternal light, radiating extreme gentleness.

"My baby hasn’t been born yet."

"Oh, so the baby is still in mommy’s tummy! A mother’s heart is connected to her child’s. The baby must know you’re picking out gifts and must be very happy."

The phrase "a mother’s heart is connected to her child’s" struck a chord deep in Wren’s heart.

Although the sales associate was exaggerating a bit, Wren inexplicably believed it with all her heart. On impulse, she bought quite a few things, getting two of each.

Just as she paid and was walking out of the baby store, someone behind her suddenly called out to her.

Wren turned around and saw it was Sean Sterling.

Her mind went blank with a buzz. Her expression grew a little unnatural as she called out to him. She instinctively tried to hide the things in her hands.

Sean Sterling wasn’t just anyone. If he saw that she was buying baby products, he would definitely tell Adrian Lancaster about it.