Elias Langley turned off the phone screen unhurriedly and looked at him.
Quinn Shepherd said, "There was a little misunderstanding between them and Philip Preston from Entropy Drive Motors, but it was resolved within a day."
The air was silent for a few seconds.
Elias Langley asked lightly, "That’s it?"
Quinn Shepherd lowered his head slightly, "Sotis no news is good news, right?"
Elias Langley’s eyes turned obscure, "Compress all the schedules further; I’ll need to go to Kenton in three days."
Quinn Shepherd, "..."
Great, not only is there no need to sleep, there’s no need to eat either.
...
Juliana Jacobs felt uncomfortable all night and only got better at dawn.
The doctor said she could have so light liquid food, so Adrian Langley imdiately arranged her breakfast.
Sumr Shaw parted the ssy strands of hair on her forehead, still bitter about her reckless actions.
"Must you keep Aetherfla safe? Is Aetherfla more important than your life?"
Juliana Jacobs took a deep breath; her voice was weak but firm, "If I don’t want to be under soone else’s control for the rest of my life, I must protect Aetherfla. One day, you’ll stand at the pinnacle of Aetherfla, admired by others."
Sumr Shaw suddenly understood, "Don’t worry, Aetherfla is fine now. I haven’t told anyone about your situation, except Adrian Langley."
Juliana Jacobs nodded. That was best.
Adrian Langley brought freshly made rice porridge and returned with so news.
"Just now, two ambulances ca into the hospital. Guess who I saw?"
Juliana Jacobs looked at him but did not respond.
Adrian Langley put the rice porridge by the window to cool, "It was Philip Preston and his assistant. I heard they were both suffering from alcohol poisoning."
He chuckled, "I hadn’t figured out how to deal with them. Who was so helpful?"
Sumr Shaw blinked at Juliana Jacobs, "Could it be him?"
With Adrian Langley present, she didn’t ntion that person’s na directly, but Juliana Jacobs understood.
"I... don’t know." Juliana Jacobs glanced down at her phone, "Check it out. If it was him, thank him for . If not, never mind."
Her tone was indifferent.
Sumr Shaw’s heart sank slightly.
It felt like the two hadn’t even started and were already at an end.
...
At Abyssal Reach,
Isaac Grant was lying on the bed; a whole day had passed, and he still couldn’t walk.
He didn’t dare to lie flat to sleep, because it hurt like hell whenever he exerted any pressure.
Those two bastards were not human.
Because no human could play such scathing tricks, treating him like a toy, almost killing him.
George Grant brought a nurse to administer an IV and relayed the news that Aetherfla was operating normally and that Philip Preston had damaged a kidney due to drinking.
Furious, Isaac Grant smashed the water cup next to him, letting out a faint hiss.
The nurse who was injecting dicine into his IV bottle was so startled that her hand trembled.
However, he didn’t notice, and instead roared, "Who’s helping that woman!"
Stella, who was standing nearby, said, "Isn’t that your own fault? I warned you he would beco a stumbling block for you, and now it’s co true, hasn’t it?"
"Shut up!" Isaac Grant glared at her viciously, "Does she think she can escape imprisonnt by re luck?"
Stella pursed her lips, "She talks about taking a path to cleanse her na, but if you don’t use your own best skills, you can’t do anything to her. So, this is how it is."
Isaac Grant, "Co here."
The nurse prepared the dication and was about to leave.
George Grant interjected, asking, "There were no other dications available yesterday. Why are there today?"
The nurse quickly replied, "Young Master Isaac’s inflammation is poorly controlled, so the doctor added a different anti-inflammatory drug to help him get back on his feet as soon as possible."
"Be cautious with your life once you leave, and don’t say anything you shouldn’t." George Grant instructed.
The nurse nodded quickly and left.
Stella moved closer to George Grant, crouching down to listen to what he had to say.
But Isaac Grant raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
"Ugh," George Grant frowned in displeasure.
Isaac Grant looked at him, "You feeling sorry for her?"
George Grant’s expression changed, "Your Auntie Windsor asked to take care of her before she died."
Isaac Grant snorted, "Don’t you ask her how much trouble she’s caused by acting on her own accord?"
He then took out his phone, "I’ve long since dug a pit for that woman, ready to bury her alive at any mont. Now I need to find an excuse to get Evan Grant out of the way for a few days, so she’ll find herself helpless."
...
The next day, Juliana Jacobs was discharged from the hospital.
Her stomach was still very sensitive; she couldn’t do strenuous exercise and could only consu liquid food; otherwise, severe bleeding might occur easily.
Sumr Shaw and Adrian Langley were both busy and couldn’t leave.
So Caleb Shaw helped her with the discharge procedures.
"Go ho and rest well, and within ten days to half a month, you’ll recover," Caleb Shaw said while sorting out the paperwork.
Juliana tilted her head and thought, "By then, I should be heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Evan Grant to get the divorce certificate."
Caleb opened his mouth but finally forced a smile, "May your wish co true."
He escorted Juliana to the hospital’s lower-level entrance and then turned around to ssage Evan Grant.
"She’s safely discharged. Philip Preston will need at least a month in the hospital. His family is causing quite a fuss; be cautious."
Evan Grant quickly replied, "That’s a dispute between them and the bar, unrelated to . Rember not to let her know."
Juliana was heading towards the hospital entrance while calling for a ride on her phone.
Suddenly, she bumped into soone directly in front of her.
Her phone fell to the ground. As she was about to pick it up, the person stepped on it.
Juliana frowned and looked up, discovering it was Chase Miller, soone she hadn’t seen in a long ti.
However, back when he was a doctor, he was always cleanly dressed, but now he had a ssy beard and wrinkled clothing, radiating a deep sense of disillusionnt.
Juliana was about to ask him what had happened, but Chase grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him, while also pressing a knife against her waist.
"If you want to live, don’t scream, and co with ."
Juliana frowned, "Then you should at least let pick up my phone."
"Pick it up and give it to , no tricks."
To maintain the knife at her waist’s artery position, Chase squatted with her.
Juliana picked up the phone and pressed the screen, but Chase grabbed it from her.
"I told you not to play tricks. Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you here?"
Juliana was anxious, "Look for yourself; you stepped on my phone and broke it."
Chase didn’t look; he put her phone into his pocket.
"Let’s go."
He seized her arm, shoving her into a tricycle parked at the hospital entrance.
Because Chase stayed close to her the whole ti, their struggle appeared like a quarrel between lovers, rendering Juliana’s plea for help ineffective.
A while later, the tricycle stopped at the gate of a noisy residential area.
Chase led her into a rented room.
The conditions inside were extrely shabby.
Juliana’s eyes road around, searching for a place to contact the outside world, but Chase pushed her onto the couch.
Then, he leaned against the edge of a broken table across from her, glaring.
Juliana’s stomach began to ache faintly, and her knuckles turned slightly pale, but she maintained an innocent expression and spoke softly.
"Is this where you’re staying? It’s so shabby. Why would you live in a place like this? When I entered earlier, that breakfast shop called ’One Side’ seed very unsanitary. Do you often eat breakfast there?"
"Shut up!" Chase yelled, "Isn’t it all thanks to you that I’ve ended up like this? You got fired from the hospital, then from the small clinic, and had patients create dical mishaps to extort money from . Now I’m left with nothing, all because of you, you bitch."
His anger flared as he spoke.
Juliana quickly responded, "Why would I get soone to do such things? You must have misunderstood."
However, this only fueled Chase’s rage.
He approached and grabbed her collar, "You don’t need to do anything; n are eager to please you. Today, I’ll see what charm you have that makes these n willing to risk their lives for you"
With that, he started to tear her clothes.
"Since you’re dood anyway, might as well die in greater disgrace!"
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