CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: FOLLOWING THE RIGHT PERSON WON’T LEAVE HER BROKEN WHEN SHE REACHES SHORE

In the courtyard.

Seeing Evan Grant come out, Quinn Shepherd opened the car door.

Elias Langley was still dressed in a well-fitted suit, exuding a calm authority.

His gaze fell on Juliana for two seconds before he looked distantly at Evan Grant.

"It’s really hard to find President Grant, like a gopher with too many holes to locate."

Juliana pressed her lips, barely suppressing the curve at the corners.

Evan Grant flicked the barely-there dust on his shirt with his unbandaged hand.

"If Mr. Langley wants to see me, just give me a call. Why come all the way here yourself?"

Elias Langley gave a very faint smile, "I was entrusted by someone, so I had to come personally."

After speaking, he looked sharply at Juliana, "Will you come with me now? I don’t believe in coercion."

The light in Juliana’s eyes dimmed the moment Evan Grant placed his hand on her waist.

"Mr. Langley must have misunderstood," Evan Grant said, his fingers stroking her waist. "My wife is eager to stay by my side day and night to help me recover. Where’s the force in that?"

Elias Langley sneered, "President Grant’s new role as a spokesperson seems quite diligent."

Evan Grant looked at Juliana with a seemingly affectionate tone, "Juliana, tell him that our marital matters don’t need outside concern. Hurry and speak up; once you’re done, you can enjoy Mrs. Young’s late-night snack."

Juliana’s lowered hand, her nails dug a crescent into her palm.

"Mr. Langley," she struggled to make her voice sound normal, "I need to stay and finish some matters before I can leave."

Elias Langley studied her face, showing no emotion.

Juliana lacked the confidence to meet his gaze.

Evan Grant pulled her into his embrace and lifted his chin, "Did you hear that? Our relationship is strong. Tell your nephew not to think about my wife anymore. The waters of the Langley family are more difficult to navigate than the Grant family and are less suitable for her."

Elias Langley’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, yet he maintained his composure.

"Deep waters still have someone steering, and with the right person, she won’t get hurt while finding her way ashore."

Hearing this, Juliana’s eyelashes quivered.

Elias Langley got into the car and left. The smug curve at Evan Grant’s lips slowly froze.

The villa’s gate closed slowly.

Juliana forcefully shook off the hand on her waist and then turned to slap Evan Grant.

In an instant, everyone held their breath.

It wasn’t the first time Juliana had struck him, but this time, fire flickered in Evan Grant’s eyes.

"What? Are you upset because your beloved is disappointed?"

"Evan Grant!"

Juliana’s eyes were very red, but no tears fell.

"If your beloved woman were pregnant with your child and used by Isaac Grant as leverage, how would you feel?"

"There’s no possibility of that," Evan Grant replied with certainty.

Juliana stepped back a few steps, lifted her hem, and pulled down her waistband slightly.

She pointed to every scar on her waist and abdomen, "Here’s from when you left me with that psychopath; here’s from when I shielded your sister, leading to five days in ICU, and here, from when I fell into the sea..."

Evan Grant’s pupils contracted sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbed, yet no words came out.

"You choose not to see, so you treat it as if it never happened. In your self-deceiving fantasy, you’re always my savior, but the reality is I must rely on myself to survive through life-threatening situations every time."

Juliana fought to control her nearly breaking emotions, pointed at him, and asked, "How many women do you intend to turn into your sacrifices?"

Evan Grant opened his mouth, his throat feeling as if a thousand-pound boulder crushed it, shattering any defense he had.

Juliana’s lips formed a broken arc, hatred spilling through her teeth, "I’m glad you didn’t keep our child back then because a father like you would only bring disaster."

Finished speaking, Juliana turned and went to her room.

Evan Grant staggered, almost unable to stand.

Ethan Carter quickly stepped forward to support him, "President Grant, you’re still feverish..."

He hadn’t realized the extent of his wife’s injuries.

In that moment, he couldn’t find words of comfort.

Evan Grant clutched his heart, staring red-eyed in the direction Juliana had left...

...

Simultaneously.

On the mountain road, the Hongqi L5 was steadily driving along the winding path.

Quinn Shepherd glanced in the rearview mirror several times, unable to help but wonder, "Is there really a breakdown in their relationship?"

Elias Langley massaged his temples, feeling a bit weary.

"Regardless of if there’s a breakdown, there’s one thing Evan said right; they are a couple."

Quinn Shepherd picked up on the meaning in his words, "Boss, with all due respect, even though we’ve found the wife’s blood sample, there’s been no substantial progress in the search. We should prepare for the worst. And you’ve only married the Sinclair family’s eldest daughter’s memorial tablet without a marriage certificate, legally you’re still single. It’s rare to meet someone like this that you fancy, why not employ some tactics..."

"Who said I fancy her?" Elias Langley interrupted him.

"Then you..." Quinn Shepherd began, but then understanding dawned on him and he smiled, "I get it."

Elias Langley opened the car window, letting the wind blow between his fingers, "Don’t force anything... Maybe she despises me?"

...

Juliana sat forlornly in her room the entire night.

The next day, Ethan Carter knocked on her door, smiling.

"Madam, Mrs. Young has completed the abortion surgery and is currently stable."

Juliana thought she had misheard, "What did you say?"

Ethan Carter continued, "Once she recovers, President Grant will send her wherever she wants to go. Then you can see for yourself if he’s deceiving you."

After a brief exhilaration, Juliana quickly calmed down.

"What’s the trade-off?"

Ethan Carter smiled, "President Grant will discuss it with you personally."

Upon reaching the study door, Yvonne Quinn’s voice could be heard.

"If you truly loved me, I wouldn’t force you to divorce and marry me, but can’t you see your current state and how she’s been your doom?"

Juliana paused in her steps as Ethan Carter already opened the door.

"Madam, please go ahead."

Juliana knew they intended to embarrass her.

Inside, Stella Windsor was preparing to change Evan Grant’s bandages.

And Yvonne Quinn, right next to Evan Grant.

Evan Grant was half-naked, revealing his muscular frame.

Seeing Juliana enter, he made a pause gesture.

"Come and learn; you’ll be responsible for changing the bandages from now on."

Juliana stood motionless at the door, "If you die, I can be your widow and arrange your funeral, nothing more."

"Is that how you talk to your husband?" Yvonne Quinn stood up.

Juliana ignored her.

There was a chill in Evan Grant’s eyes, "If you want to see Mrs. Young, come daily to change my bandages until I’m healed."

Juliana took a deep breath and walked in.

Stella Windsor, holding the gauze, chuckled, "Sister-in-law, stand beside me, the view is clearer here."

Juliana walked over, ready to bypass Yvonne Quinn.

Stella Windsor continued in a soft voice, "You have no idea, when I accompanied my brother to the hospital yesterday, I was terrified, luckily he’s alright. I specially..."

Before she could finish, "Bang," at the sound.

A large bottle of iodine was knocked over onto Juliana’s hand, and instinctively waving it off, even Evan Grant was affected.

Yvonne Quinn feigned surprise, "I didn’t mean to knock over the iodine, but President Grant is too precious for his body to be tarnished by you, isn’t he?"