CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: ENCOUNTERING MR. LANGLEY AGAIN...

If all those previous experiences meant Evan Grant was unable to control himself while away from somewhere else, unable to protect himself.

But during today’s attack, he was there, yet still chose Stella Grant.

Juliana’s fingertips grew cold.

Just as she was figuring out how to leave, a hand gripped her throat.

Before she could react, the person had rudely dragged her in one direction.

With that strength, she believed the person was not there to save her.

Her throat stung, she couldn’t shout, but her nails dug deeply into the skin on the back of the person’s hand.

That hand immediately tightened in retaliation, causing Juliana to struggle to breathe.

Through the smoke, she saw a window appear ahead.

Juliana immediately understood the person intended to throw her out the window.

Though it was the second floor, the shop floors were all five meters high, a fall from the second floor would be fatal or cause severe injury.

She struggled fiercely, and just as she was about to be lifted, a force suddenly separated them.

The person attacking her was kicked into the thick smoke.

Juliana’s back slammed into a sturdy chest.

Before she could react, the man turned her around and picked her up.

"The smoke is toxic, slow your breathing."

A magnetic, rich voice brushed past her eardrums, her blood surged, her whole sinus filled with his mysterious woody scent.

Stepping over shattered glass on the ground, leaving the photo studio, Juliana’s eyes burned so much she couldn’t open them.

"Mr. Langley..."

The assistant opened the car door for them.

Juliana’s breath hitched; could she have run into him again?

The man placed her on the back seat and instructed, "To Mercy."

Mercy was Kenton’s best hospital, the one Juliana frequented, and where Lily Windsor was currently hospitalized.

Juliana clenched her fingers, enduring the pain in her throat, and said, "I’m not going to that one."

Silence filled the car for a few seconds.

Just as the assistant was about to instruct the driver to head to Mercy anyway, she heard their boss chuckle lightly, "Go to Hospital 547."

The assistant nodded and instructed the driver to start driving.

Above the photo studio, Evan Grant disregarded the bodyguards’ attempts to stop him and rushed to the place that originally served as a dressing room.

Straining his hoarse voice, he called "Juliana" a few times, but no one responded to him.

The bodyguard handed over a gas mask, "President Grant, Miss Grant has already gone downstairs, you need to protect yourself."

Evan Grant put on the gas mask and scanned the smoke-filled scene.

Those always keen, hawk-like eyes were now hauntingly hollow.

"Find her immediately for me!"

...

Upon arrival at Hospital 547, Juliana was arranged to sit in a wheelchair.

A nurse pushed her to undergo various examinations.

Fortunately, the injury to her eyes and her inability to see was temporary, and her throat would recover with medication after being stimulated.

Although the smoke was toxic, the brief exposure would not have significant effects on her body.

The person who brought her there had left long ago, but not before paying her hospital admission fee.

Juliana hadn’t had a chance to say thank you.

Because she needed treatment for one night, Juliana reluctantly asked a nurse to call Summer Shaw for her.

Two hours later, Summer Shaw rushed into Hospital 547.

Seeing the bandage over Juliana’s eyes, she dashed over, agitated.

"What happened to your eyes? I was counting on you being my meal ticket for a comeback, will they be okay?"

Juliana was very calm, "The toxic smoke hurt my eyes, but I’ve applied the medication, they’ll be fine by tomorrow."

As Summer Shaw breathed a sigh of relief, her anger flared up.

"What’s Evan Grant’s deal, saving the mistress, not you, then pretends to call me looking for you, is he an actor?"

After she spoke, Juliana’s phone rang again, but it died and shut off halfway through the ring.

With bandages covering Juliana’s eyes, she showed no intention of answering.

"You’re doing the right thing, don’t answer his calls, let him worry himself sick."

"He wouldn’t worry," Juliana said indifferently, "he’s just trying to confirm whether I’m dead."

At this moment, Juliana was certain that Evan Grant had no feelings for her; in his eyes, she was just a shield for Stella Grant.

Summer Shaw grew even more furious.

"You should’ve insisted a bit when you graduated, not get married, start a business with me, using your skills for stock, our situation would certainly be different today."

Saying that, Summer Shaw handed her a property gift agreement drafted by the legal department.

This was what Juliana had asked her to bring over the phone.

Juliana held the agreement in her hands, unable to see, but she felt it carefully.

"Summer, after Aidan Linton died, Grandpa developed heart disease. Four years ago, if I didn’t marry Evan Grant, the Linton family would have been ruined. Although the road ahead is difficult, it won’t be as daunting as it was four years ago. I will walk my own path from now on."

Summer Shaw was shocked by the upheavals in Juliana’s family, for she had never shared these things with her.

"Will Evan Grant sign this agreement?"

Summer Shaw sat at the bedside, Juliana reached for her arm, leaning on it.

"For now, I’m not sure..."

She paused.

"Summer, is it because I don’t have parents that I should be someone else’s sacrifice?"

Does a child without the love of parents truly live like grass, insignificant?

Juliana asked calmly, but Summer felt a pang in her nose.

"Of course not, he’s a scoundrel, a jerk..."

Halfway through, Summer Shaw stopped.

"Juliana, it’s the 21st century. Why not use DNA to find your family?"

This avenue had truly never occurred to Juliana.

"Do a DNA test, submit it to a family search database, you don’t have to leave your identity, just a contact method, and if your parents are also looking for you, someone will contact you, how convenient that is. And DNA testing, this hospital can do it."

Juliana had a revelation, immediately asking Summer to push her to have her blood drawn.

With her eyes temporarily unable to see, Summer filled in the contact details, leaving a WeChat ID.

"I asked the doctor, they said the DNA results can be done in three days, and they will submit the data to the database, news might come within a week at latest," Summer said.

Juliana was naturally very happy at the prospect of finding her family.

That night, Summer didn’t go home, staying with her at the hospital.

In the study at Platinum Bay.

Evan Grant’s face had been cold all day.

Ethan Carter reported, "The photo studio surveillance was damaged in the explosion, and the Mrs.’ cellphone probably ran out of battery, that’s why you can’t reach her."

"No surveillance, no way to locate the cellphone, and you can’t find her?"

Ethan Carter took a deep breath, "Actually..."

Before he finished, Stella Grant pushed the door open and came in.

She was wearing a creamy beige cotton pajama set adorned with small flowers, her hair lazily cascading, making her appear very soft and gentle.

"Brother, you’ve had a hard time looking for sister-in-law, so I made you some supper."

As she spoke, she placed the rice wine dumplings in front of him.

Ethan Carter lowered his head.

However, the coldness on Evan Grant’s face did not dissipate.

"Did I allow you to come in?"

Stella Grant was startled for a moment, quickly explaining, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Young has gone to bed. I wasn’t aware of your nighttime habits. It’s past twenty o’clock, I thought you’d be hungry."

Evan Grant’s gaze rested on the dumplings she made for two seconds, but he had no intention to eat.

"With all the bodyguards surrounding you today, you must be very happy, right? Still depressed?"

Stella Grant’s heart trembled.

Having lost Juliana, Evan Grant seemed to be hovering on the edge of losing control.

No one could replace the importance of that woman to him.

"Brother, I never thought that way," Stella Grant said softly.

However, Evan Grant had no patience for anyone at this moment.

"Get out."

Stella Grant bit her lip and left the study.

Evan Grant suppressed the annoyance in his heart, turning his gaze back to Ethan Carter.

"Is Summer Shaw not picking up her phone either?"

Ethan Carter nodded, "Yes."

"Contact the communication company, trace where Summer Shaw’s cellphone signal is."

Ethan Carter suddenly had an epiphany.

The next day, Juliana’s vision improved, allowing her to leave the hospital.

Summer Shaw accompanied her from the corridor beside the pharmacy, only to see Stella Grant.

Stella Grant was dressed in a white Chanel dress, with hair partially covering her dainty face, making her look pure and charming.

She stood at the glass doors of the lobby, seeming to await someone.

"Let’s go out through the back door."

Juliana didn’t want to see her, but just as the words fell, their eyes met.

Stella Grant widened her eyes for a moment, confirmed it was them, and quickly shouted towards the man heading to the director’s office, "Brother, sister-in-law is here."