Charles Foote entered the hospital room and saw that Durrell Landon had actually torn the bandage off from his forehead, something that not even Julian Haworth could stop.
Julian Haworth looked at Charles Foote as if he saw a savior.
"Knight Tamworth, you should quickly help persuade Durrell! He only had surgery yesterday and wants to be discharged today. Is he crazy?"
Charles Foote raised an eyebrow, "Going home might be good too, at least there won't be random people disturbing him."
Julian Haworth: "..."
Among a bunch of reckless maniacs, he was the only normal one, and he suddenly felt in danger.
Eventually, he resigned himself to personally sending Durrell back.
The seat with its genuine leather cushions barely vibrated.
Julian Haworth drove so slowly that even the bicycles beside them could compete.
Durrell Landon leaned against the seat, his fingers constantly rubbing, his eyelids relaxed and slightly drooping.
After some time, Durrell suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at Julian, exuding an inexplicable darkness: "Do you want to race with a snail?"
Julian Haworth: "..."
Ever since Durrell woke up, Julian felt like Durrell became a little strange.
Even if he doesn't remember Quiana Sutton, he acts guarded toward anyone who comes close, as if he wants to keep them at a distance.
Julian suddenly recalled the way Durrell was when first brought into the Landon Family, faintly similar to now.
But back then, those memories were said to have been hypnotized away, so it's impossible for Durrell to recall them.
With a complex expression, Julian asked:
"Durrell, where do you want to go?"
"Imperial View Manor."
...
Imperial View Manor.
Everywhere was water scenery, with the sound of flowing water under the silent night, it didn't make one feel at ease.
Julian Haworth shivered and thought it would be better if Zeke Landon wasn't there.
Zeke Landon, the CEO of Universal Corporation and Durrell's big brother, was a very formidable man. Every time Julian saw Zeke, he felt a slight tingling on his scalp.
Durrell Landon got out of the car and walked step by step to Zeke's front, his voice cool as was his natural demeanor: "Big Bro."
Zeke squinted his eyes, looking Durrell up and down. "I heard you got into a car accident?"
Durrell: "Yes."
Zeke: "I've asked Oliver Gale to come, he'll check you over shortly."
Durrell did not refuse.
After Durrell entered the house, Julian wisely chose not to go inside with him.
With a bit of a smile on his face, he said to Zeke, "Big Brother Zeke, the person has been returned, we'll be heading back first."
Zeke glanced over them and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
After speaking, he entered the house.
Charles Foote saw Julian's eager expression and felt speechless:
"What are you worried about? With Oliver Gale here, as long as there's a breath left, he can be saved."
Julian gave Charles Foote a disdainful look: "What do I have to worry about? It's your news-blocking ability that's getting worse. In just one day, the Landon Family knew."
Charles Foote snorted lightly. Even with extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible to easily hide from the Landon Family's information network.
"Enough, let's go back."
Oliver Gale checked Durrell Landon's health; the conclusion was similar to the attending physician at Xiangbei Hospital.
Post-surgery, there were no major issues with the body, just a shadow in the brain that might cause memory loss.
Likewise, if this shadow disappears, he might recall some memories.
Hearing that Durrell Landon might recover memories, Zeke's face immediately darkened. Even under the soft light, he looked extremely gloomy.
"Are you saying if this shadow disappears, the memories we originally hypnotized might resurface?"
Oliver hesitated for a moment but still told the truth: "Yes."
"I absolutely won't allow him to remember those disgraceful things."
Oliver was very hesitant:
"But if this shadow continues, it might threaten his life."
If he recovers memories, he might utterly collapse, but if the shadow remains, it could be fatal...
Zeke Landon was for the first time in such a dilemma.
"Stay at Imperial View Manor to take care of him, report any changes to me immediately."
Oliver Gale responded: "Yes."
The room was extremely silent.
Durrell Landon leaned back on the sofa, his right hand casually resting on the armrest, letting the warm light outline his face.
His face was stunning, his bearing graceful.
He lifted his eyelids and saw a locked box on a cabinet not far away.
After a while.
He got up to open the box.
Inside were two marriage certificates lying there plainly.
He opened and glanced at them, confirming one thing: the woman who came to the hospital today was indeed his wife.
Although he didn't remember why they got married, now that she's boarded his pirate ship, it's not so easy to get off.
After looking, he put it back.
At this moment, his phone received a message from Evelyn Windsor—
[Durrell, I'm flying back tomorrow. Can you come pick me up?]
He glanced at it indifferently and ignored it, casually tossing his phone aside.
Abroad, Evelyn Windsor waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from Durrell, making her heart tense.
She once confidently believed that no matter how long she was away, Durrell would be waiting for her, but now she's not so sure.
She couldn't wait to return and see him.
On another side.
When Quiana Sutton arrived at Isabelle Somerville's house, Isabelle was playing games with Axius Somerville.
Seeing Quiana at the door, she was more surprised than unexpected.
"Quiana, what brought you here?"
Quiana Sutton shrugged, "Wandering the streets, willing to take me in?"
Isabelle Somerville pulled Quiana into the house, "I'd be delighted."
Once inside, she kicked Axius from the sofa where he was playing games to the floor, "Don't get in the way, make room for Quiana."
Axius let out an "Ah" and got up from the floor with a face full of grievance.
"Isabelle, people who don't know might think Quiana is your real sister."
As Isabelle's biological brother, Axius felt his status in Isabelle's heart wasn't even as high as that of a nearby dog.
Isabelle snorted, "You should be grateful to Quiana for your current status. Without the songs she wrote for you, would you have become a new-generation idol?"
Axius agreed thrice, "Yes, yes, yes, just don't kick my face."
There was a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. While such a mole makes other men's faces appear feminine, on him, it added a flair of enchantment.
He knew very well that without this face, no matter how well he sang, achieving his current status would be impossible.
Quiana Sutton walked onto the balcony and stroked the pure white dog without a speck of impurity.