I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 170 - 169: Unable to Let Go

Seeing Quiana Sutton angry, Clara Hale laughed awkwardly: "If you’re not eating, you’re not eating, I’m going back to Night Phoenix."

As she walked out the door, Aaron happened to come towards her, and she casually placed her hand on Aaron’s shoulder.

"From now on, we’ll be in-laws, please take care of us."

Aaron: "..."

He’s never seen someone more overtly familiar than Clara Hale.

Though being in-laws is indeed true; he couldn’t have imagined that the leader of Night Phoenix is actually his lord’s wife.

He previously thought about wiping out Night Phoenix, but now it seems there’s little hope of that happening in this lifetime.

"Want to go out for a drink?"

Clara Hale couldn’t wait: "Let’s go."

After Clara Hale left, Quiana Sutton glanced at Durrell Landon: "Which room am I staying in?"

Durrell Landon spoke calmly: "Knight Tamworth will arrange your accommodation."

She raised an eyebrow, acknowledging it.

After Charles Foote arranged the room and returned to the study, he saw Durrell Landon sitting on the chair.

The tea on the table beside him gently wafted with smoke, the moonlight stars outside spilled through the window’s cracks into the room, in the quiet room, the only sound was the flipping of pages, he seemed somewhat lost in thought, appearing rather lonely.

Charles Foote leaned against the wall, eyes half-closed, speaking with a sigh:

"In the past, when she didn’t love you so much, to make her stay peacefully, you had to act like you didn’t really love her. Now that she’s fallen for you, a second personality has appeared, so you still have to act like you don’t really love her to make her stay."

Durrell Landon closed the documents, seemingly uninterested in discussing the matter.

"Oh right, how’s the investigation I asked you to do?"

Charles Foote adjusted his demeanor, "You know Vinny Linnel has been raised as the heir since childhood, even when she caused a scandal, it didn’t affect much; though it’s a bit ugly, it hasn’t really affected her actual status, there are still many who support her, but the old man wants to use this event to bring the outcast illegitimate child back."

Vinny Linnel naturally wouldn’t let the old man find the person so easily, sending many people for assassination, I wondered what use it would be, so I went ahead and hid that Foote junior."

"Return that Foote junior to the Linnel Family, and let the old man know the White Family supports this Foote junior as the heir."

Charles Foote was taken aback for a second, then his face blossomed with a warm smile.

"Miss Vinny has been busy for so long, and it ends up being all for nothing; but her biggest regret might be provoking you."

...

At this moment.

Everstar Pavilion.

The old man’s eightieth birthday banquet, though not quite a joke, would surely become gossip among many prestigious families.

The old man always placed great importance on his face; this time, losing face so badly because of Quiana Sutton, he couldn’t swallow such a disgrace.

"Nathan, I want you to find every possible way to bring that girl back."

Nathan Firth’s expression showed no emotion as he spoke calmly: "She’s under Simon Storm’s protection now; if I act openly, won’t that make me Simon Storm’s enemy?"

Speaking here, he glanced at the old man, "Grandfather, do you truly want to be enemies with the Storm family?"

The old man had a knot in his stomach; as long as this frustration lingered, he couldn’t find peace, furthermore, he didn’t believe the Storm Family genuinely wanted to meddle in his Sutton Estate affairs.

"No matter what method you use, you must bring that annoying girl back."

...

A chilly evening at Northmount, after the old man returned to his room, Nathan Firth still sat on the sofa in the living room, unmoving for a long while, no one knew what he was thinking.

At this moment, Northmount carried in a bunch of items. He glanced at Nathan Firth and spoke softly:

"Master, these are the items sorted out from the villa, belonging to the young lady, should they be thrown away?"

The villa was burned, many things turned to ash, but these items stored in the basement escaped disaster.

He took a quick look; they’re all related to the young lady; concerning anything about the young lady, he didn’t dare make the decision.

Nathan Firth didn’t even glance, just spoke calmly: "Throw them away."

Northmount was surprised for a moment but still replied respectfully: "Yes."

Before Northmount threw them away, Nathan Firth suddenly changed his mind.

"Wait, keep them."

Northmount hesitated not a moment, turned carefully and placed the items before Nathan Firth, then withdrew.

Nathan Firth opened the box, glanced casually; inside were some of her favorite paintings, sudden inspiration design drafts, casually written tunes, plus a sketchbook and a diary.

He opened the sketchbook and looked at it; the person in the drawings turned out to be him.

Reading the sketchbook and diary, he couldn’t believe the memories he intentionally chose to forget now came back to life.

December 10, Sunny.

Today, grandfather brought a very handsome young man home; seeing him for the first time, I thought my brother returned, I cautiously approached him, but he was covered in blood, his expression was so fragile, carrying a strong scent of death, I dared not touch him too hard, always feeling if I touched him too hard, he’d shatter like fragile glass.

December 20, Overcast.

Grandfather hopes to formally adopt brother Nathan, hopes brother Nathan changes his surname to Sutton, but brother Nathan is unwilling, grandfather was very angry.

December 25, Snow.

Today is Christmas, grandfather said brother Nathan’s parents were killed, I and grandfather, in this world, nobody loves him anymore, but doesn’t matter, from now on, I will love him dearly.

December 26, Overcast.

Drew a family portrait for brother Nathan, but fearing it would make brother Nathan relive the sorrow, ultimately couldn’t give it to him.

...

At that time, he had just experienced a massacre, being taken to Sutton Estate, he was actually very unaccustomed, couldn’t sleep every night, used to find a corner to hide himself.

Once, by chance, she finished training and encountered him hidden in the corner, he couldn’t quite recall his feelings then, the only memory was her slowly bending down toward him, reaching out a hand to him, saying with a very warm and soft voice: "I will accompany you."

In that dark corner, her eyes were like shining stars, and for a moment, he even thought, if only he could grasp such a star, he could tear apart his whole dark world.

Yet, that star remained dazzling but could no longer illuminate him.

Why?

Because he chose hatred, or because of Durrell Landon?

At this moment, the painting stuck in the diary book fell out, there were three people on it.

Her painting skills were good; the three individuals in the painting could clearly be seen as her, him, and the old man.

It also bore the date.

December 25.

Is this what she referred to as a family portrait?

He carefully collected the painting.

Upon reflection, he sacrificed all his emotions to become a machine devoid of feelings; he sacrificed so much, how could he let Durrell Landon go easily?