I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 85: Origins

Riventon Hospital.

There was a time when Simon Storm was injured; that bullet was no more than a few millimeters from the very center of his heart, and it was only by a stroke of luck that he survived.

This time, the pain in his heart was from overstimulation, and with enough rest and a calm mindset, he’d recover in a few days.

After leaving the hospital, Simon Storm’s complexion still looked far from good,

"Cece, come back with me. It’s a good opportunity for you to explain exactly what’s going on between you and that man."

Quiana Sutton bit her lip, and in the end, agreed.

She knew the origin of that gunshot wound.

Back then, when she lost consciousness and caused a huge scene at The Church, she awoke to find a gun in her hand. They said, if Simon Storm hadn’t stopped her, she would have aimed that shot directly at her own grandfather’s heart.

After Simon Storm was shot, the hospital’s critical condition notifications came pouring in like snow; her grandfather could hardly stop himself from strangling her, but remembering she was her mother’s only bloodline left, he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel and just sent her back to the Sutton Estate.

Later, when Simon Storm woke and learned she’d been sent away again, he had a furious fight with her grandfather, but ultimately wasn’t able to change anything.

...

After Quiana Sutton sent Simon Storm back to Platinum Residence, she messaged Durrell Landon.

[Sorry, my uncle’s not feeling well. I can’t go back to Imperial View Manor tonight.]

...

She waited a long time, but didn’t hear back from Durrell Landon, and an odd unease crept into her heart.

Simon Storm changed out of his clothes and came out of his room, only to see her staring dazedly at her phone. Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

This house is new, he’d bought it not long ago—how could there possibly be guests?

The calm in his eyes rippled ever so slightly.

He opened the door, surprised to find standing outside Quiana Sutton’s so-called "husband" and three others.

His face instantly darkened. "What’s going on?"

Durrell Landon smiled faintly, his voice eerily gentle. "Cece said Simon, you’re not feeling well. Oliver is globally renowned as a doctor, so I specially asked him to come see to your illness."

Simon Storm looked stunned for a split second, but quickly returned to his indifferent, undisturbed state. "No need, I’ve already been to the hospital."

Durrell Landon glanced at Oliver Gale, Oliver spoke up, headache evident, "Simon, do you mind if I take a look?"

Durrell’s sudden arrival didn’t bring Quiana Sutton the joy she’d imagined; she hadn’t told Durrell Landon where she was at all, and it had been less than half an hour before Durrell appeared at her uncle’s villa.

Doesn’t that prove, in fact, every move she made was under Durrell Landon’s surveillance?

Or rather, as long as she was anywhere within his sphere of influence, wherever she went, he could find her?

She lowered her eyelids slightly, her long lashes trembling, casting a faint silhouette onto her high nose under the lamplight.

She walked over to Simon Storm, speaking softly, "Uncle, just let Oliver check you. Otherwise, Durrell won’t be able to relax."

Simon Storm let them in. Quiana saw Julian Haworth, walking in last, looking disdainful: "Why are you here? You’re not a doctor."

Julian suppressed his excitement and replied calmly:

"I’m not a doctor, but Riventon Hospital belongs to me. If needed, I can waive all medical fees."

Quiana: "..."

Before Quiana could respond, Simon Storm spoke coldly, "No need. I can pay for my own treatment."

Julian: "..."

From the start, Julian Haworth’s attention had been fixated on Simon Storm.

Simon Storm didn’t look much older than them, and honestly, if no one had said he was Quiana’s uncle, he would have assumed he was Durrell’s love rival.

He couldn’t quite describe how he felt. Simon Storm just felt dangerous, yet fatally attractive.

But the attraction wasn’t masculine hormones—it came from the sadness and mystery in his eyes, as if, if Simon wished, you’d throw yourself into the flames just to soothe him.

Julian almost wanted to say, "This is insane."

Oliver Gale did a quick examination of Simon Storm; at a glance, it was obvious this was an old injury.

Though it had long healed, the scar would always remain.

He spoke calmly, "Simon, I think this wound will stay with you forever."

Simon Storm finished putting on his clothes, his eyes utterly indifferent, as if he’d long since become accustomed.

"Now the exam’s done. You can all leave, right?"

Oliver Gale walked to Durrell Landon’s side, nodding gently, indicating that Simon Storm was indeed not in great shape.

Durrell withdrew his gaze, the curve of his lips pressed so low it seemed weighted. He walked to Quiana’s side. "Cece, are you really not coming back with me?"

Durrell’s voice wasn’t loud, but it gave off a powerful sense of pressure.

Quiana felt deeply uncomfortable and unconsciously raised her own voice.

"Durrell Landon, I’m not your prisoner. My uncle’s unwell—how could I possibly just abandon him?"

Not to mention the root cause of his injury was her; how could she possibly just stand by and do nothing?

Durrell’s expression sank with her words; even the air seemed tense, as if it could ignite any second.

The faint smile on Oliver Gale’s lips stiffened a little.

He hurried over, whispering to Durrell, "Durrell, Simon Storm is, after all, Quiana’s uncle. If things get too ugly, it’ll be hard on her."

Durrell stared at Quiana in front of him, swallowing his harsh refusal, pressing down all his displeasure as he spoke slowly:

"If anything unexpected happens, remember to call me. And don’t forget, the film starts shooting in a few days. Don’t miss the schedule."

Simon Storm stood not far away, quietly watching the two, his gaze cool and gentle.

Durrell Landon left Simon Storm’s villa with a blank face; Oliver Gale arched a brow, clicking his tongue softly,

"Durrell, who’d have guessed, your greatest rival isn’t Alexander Skylane, or Nathan Firth, but her uncle, Simon Storm."

Quiana always kept a cautious distance from those other men, but with Simon Storm, it was wholehearted trust and reliance.

Durrell acted as if he hadn’t heard, only turning to Julian Haworth.

"I remember you have a villa here at Platinum Residence too, right?"

Julian said, "Ah," then quickly caught on.

"Yes. Durrell, do you want to stay at my villa?"

"You’re unwilling?"

Julian hurriedly shook his head,

"Just worried you’ll think my place is too humble, doesn’t compare to your Imperial View Manor."

He doesn’t even find Gentle Breeze Cottage humble, let alone the villa at Platinum Residence.

After Durrell Landon left, Quiana Sutton said nothing, clearly in a bad mood; Simon Storm came over and casually picked a spot, speaking lightly, "That Durrell is persistent when it comes to chasing you."