As they were leaving, PIH was surrounded and impenetrable.
Countless people wanted to take pictures.
Serena and the others got pushed around awkwardly.
On the other side, Julian Lawson had also co out of the private room.
The two were separated by a crowd of people.
"Damn, why are there so many people!" Jasper Ford shouted, then started to call for backup.
At that mont, a team of bodyguards quickly ca over, separating Serena and the others from the outside paparazzi and onlookers.
Jasper Ford was still curious, wondering how bodyguards showed up without him making a call.
Then, the bodyguard leader approached Serena.
"Miss Sheridan, Mr. Ford, Mr. Hawthorne asked us to escort you ho," the leader said, and then bowed slightly to Bianca and the others, "You as well."
"Which Mr. Hawthorne?" Jasper Ford asked.
"The eldest," the bodyguard leader answered, "The eldest said, as a partner of Ford Entertainnt, he happened to encounter this situation and lent a helping hand."
Jasper Ford understood and nodded, "Thank your eldest for ."
He looked over to Serena, "Let’s go."
The leader also smiled at Serena.
Serena withdrew her gaze, said nothing, and followed Jasper Ford to the car prepared by the bodyguards.
But just before they got into the car, a shout ca from the crowd.
"Serena!" It was Ian Yates’s voice.
Serena looked over and saw Ian Yates did not look happy.
And standing beside him, Julian Lawson looked even more displeased.
Those eyes stared at her intently, as if waiting for her to speak.
Serena lowered her gaze slightly, withdrew her gaze, and turned to get into the car.
There was nothing more to say between her and Julian Lawson.
If they et again, it would probably only be when she takes the divorce agreent to The Lawson Corporation to retrieve her belongings.
The car door closed, and the car started.
Julian Lawson’s view was blocked by the car door.
The previous paparazzi, seeing they couldn’t catch up with Serena and the others, all surrounded Julian Lawson.
"President Lawson, is there a problem between you and Serena?"
"Online sources say you’re each doing your own thing, President Lawson, is that true?"
"President Lawson, what exactly is the marriage relationship between you and Serena?"
"President Lawson..."
Ian Yates was already on the phone seeking help, and nurous microphones were shoved in front of Julian Lawson.
But Julian Lawson just watched the direction of Serena’s departing vehicle.
"Hurry up, people here are about to crush to death!" Ian Yates yelled into the phone.
"Brother Lawson, we should... Brother Lawson!"
Ian Yates wanted to take Julian Lawson back inside PIH, but Julian Lawson stumbled and nearly fell.
Ian Yates steadied Julian Lawson, but suddenly realized Julian Lawson’s body was very hot.
"Brother Lawson, you have a fever!" As soon as Ian Yates touched Julian Lawson’s head, he found out.
But Julian Lawson just watched Serena’s car round the corner and disappear completely.
...
Inside Serena’s car.
The car was well-prepared with many things, like hangover dication, various snacks, and spare clothes for any accidents, all thoughtfully arranged.
Sitting in the backseat, Bianca munched on snacks, "Jasper Ford, your partner isn’t too bad, knowing we were blocked and sending a car and people over, and the car is so well-equipped."
Jasper Ford also found it strange, was his relationship with Silas Hawthorne that good?
"Not sure, Silas Hawthorne is quite mysterious, he hasn’t been in the country until the last couple of years," Jasper Ford said, "Maybe he’s looking forward to the follow-up developnt of ’Heavenly Sound’ this ti."
Serena remained silent.
She had already turned down Silas Hawthorne, but this ti the Hawthorne Group offered help as a partner, without making it personal, so she had no reason to refuse.
Work and personal matters had to be distinguished clearly.
They chatted as the car drove steadily, and Bianca, scrolling on her phone, saw the news of Julian Lawson being sick in the hospital.
After considering it, Bianca still showed it to Serena, as Serena would co across it online anyway.
"He deserves it," Jasper Ford said.
Serena didn’t comnt, just acknowledged that she knew.
That was all.
No more words.
...
Julian Lawson awoke groggily in the middle of the night, his vision blurry.
Beside him, soone seed to be wiping his arm.
A blurry shadow, it was a woman.
He grasped the person’s hand.
"Serena," he rasped.
"President Lawson, you’ve got the wrong person," the care worker said, pulling his hand away, "I am not your wife."
Only then did his vision slowly clear, and he saw the care worker in front of him.
Julian Lawson turned his aching head, seeing the white ceiling and the IV drip in the hospital room.
"Brother!" Isla Lawson’s voice ca, "Serena is really going too far!"
"She’s off having a good ti, leaving her husband sick in the hospital without even visiting!"
"Ian Yates just brought you here, your phone has been lying beside you, and I checked the screen, she didn’t call once!"
Julian Lawson felt exhausted, he didn’t have the energy to argue with Isla Lawson, just reached for his phone.
Unlocking the screen, many ssages popped up.
The concerns of grandparents, greetings from various partners, and Vera Hansen’s concerned ssages, but scrolling to the bottom, there was still no ssage from Serena.
Perhaps because he was ill, he felt particularly vulnerable.
"It’s too much, I..." Isla Lawson was still chattering.
Julian Lawson only felt a headache.
He put the phone aside and closed his eyes again.
Rembering a long ti ago, there was once when he was also exhausted and fell ill, just a slight fever, but Serena stayed by his side, tending to him through the night.
He still rembered waking up the next morning to see her leaning on his bedside.
When she heard him waking, her eyes filled with worry as she looked into his.
"Julian, you finally woke up," she said worriedly at that ti, leaning over to feel his forehead.
Confirming the fever was gone, she said with red eyes, "Thank goodness, the fever’s gone, Julian, I was so worried about you."
But now...
It was the care worker by his side.
A huge feeling of disparity overwheld him.
Leaving him almost unable to breathe.
Isla Lawson was still talking, Julian Lawson felt very annoyed.
"Enough." Julian Lawson’s voice was hoarse from illness, "Isla, go ho and rest, I’m fine, just too tired, will be fine tomorrow."
Isla Lawson wanted to say sothing, but seeing Julian Lawson like this, she swallowed her words in the end.
"Alright, Brother Julian, I’ll co to see you tomorrow." Isla Lawson said, giving a few instructions to the care worker before leaving.
The ward fell silent.
Julian Lawson sighed in relief, but once quiet, his mind uncontrollably drifted to many past events.
Many things with Serena.
Their childhood encounters, the mont he fell for her, countless days and nights spent together, to today when she closed the car door without a glance.
Perhaps, when people are vulnerable, they tend to overthink.
That’s what Julian Lawson thought.
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