Zeke Landon is a true sibling protector, clearly displeased with her moving into the Imperial View Manor, yet unable to criticize her much due to Durrell Landon's involvement, leaving him irritated.
She crossed her arms and looked at him, amused.
"Mr. Landon, don't look at me like that. I moved into the Imperial View Manor because Durrell personally asked me to."
Zeke Landon said nothing, just gazed at her intently. He knew about their secret marriage back then, and even now, with Durrell's amnesia, he still made uncharacteristic decisions because of her. Zeke was really curious about what made this woman so special to Durrell.
He spoke indifferently, "I won't easily interfere with Durrell's decisions, but if I find out that you've caused him harm, you can't blame me for being heartless."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
Today was the second time she heard such words.
Did she seem like a plague to others? Would people get hurt just by being near her?
Suddenly, she thought of something, her eyes momentarily distracted, but soon refocused.
Ice-cold indifference replaced all other emotions in her eyes.
"If you're so concerned about him, then you should persuade him to divorce me sooner."
Upon hearing this, a moment of silence enveloped the surroundings, leaving only the sound of a man's breathing.
Did she think he hadn't tried to persuade him? At the time of their marriage, he did not approve, but knowing Durrell's personality, he couldn't really fall for a woman. Assuming it was just a fleeting interest, he didn't want to upset his brother and agreed.
But today, when he came to visit, he found that something seemed to have changed.
His brother, though suffering from amnesia, oddly cared about her.
His eyes held an untold, indescribable turmoil as she met his gaze with a hint of sarcasm on her lips.
At that moment, a voice came from not far away:
"Big Brother..."
Zeke Landon snapped back to reality and saw Durrell Landon approaching from afar, his tense features relaxing slightly.
"I just happened to run into Miss Sutton and chatted casually. Durrell, you don't mind, do you?"
Durrell Landon didn't respond, his gaze instead falling on Quiana Sutton.
The sun had already set, and the wide-spreading sunset enveloped her, with her dark pupils seemingly stained a deep crimson.
When he looked at her, she also glanced back. He clearly saw his own reflection imprinted solely in that crimson view.
In that silent moment, he suddenly felt his heart wrapped in that crimson hue, pulling, plummeting, inescapable.
Noticing Durrell's complexion appearing off, Zeke Landon was about to speak when he saw Durrell suddenly clutch his heart and stagger back a few steps.
Zeke hurriedly stepped forward to support Durrell, calling out to him several times without any response, his gaze cold as a frozen pond, he made a call to Oliver Gale.
Oliver Gale was taking a shower when he heard the ringing; he frowned slightly but still grabbed a towel to dry off, reaching for the phone upon seeing Zeke Landon's call, he answered without hesitation.
"Durrell fainted, come to the Imperial View Manor immediately."
Oliver Gale: "..."
They'd met earlier during the day, and he seemed fine. He'd just gone home for a shower, how did he suddenly faint?
Weren't the injuries from the accident healing well?
His fainting spells were becoming as frequent as some delicate flower.
He grumbled internally but understood that the blood clot in Durrell's brain remained a hidden danger.
He dressed quickly and headed to the Imperial View Manor.
Half an hour later, after finishing his examination, he walked over to the sullen Zeke Landon and said, "Durrell is fine. Such fainting is likely caused by the brain blood clot moving."
Hearing there was nothing serious, Zeke's gloomy expression eased slightly, though no signs of relief appeared.
"During this period, take care of him personally."
Oliver Gale: "???"
Hearing the words 'take care of him personally,' he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Durrell wasn't a three-year-old; appointing personal care seemed like a push for a slap from him.
Still, facing Zeke Landon, he dared not object, only meekly responding, "Yes."
Before leaving, Zeke Landon paused, casting another glance at Quiana Sutton, who lay not far with her eyes half-closed, ultimately leaving unspoken words unsaid.
After Zeke Landon departed, Oliver Gale approached Quiana Sutton, his usual nonchalant demeanor absent for the first time.
"Miss Sutton, can I ask you a question?"
She opened her eyes, "Ask."
"If Durrell never wakes up again, what will you do? Are you still determined to divorce him?"
She remained silent for a while before speaking, "He's just fainted, not suffering from a terminal illness. Besides, with you here, how could he not wake up?"
He could save Durrell's body, but he couldn't save that self-destructive heart.
The shifting blood clot might stir up memories repressed by hypnosis, and if it all resurfaces, he cannot predict what fate might await Durrell.
"You know that Durrell is the second young master of the Landon Family, but do you know that he and his brother are half-siblings?"
"No."
She had never inquired about Durrell Landon's family. All she knew was he was the second young master of the Landon Family; she never asked, and he never told.
Besides, being half-siblings is quite common in affluent circles.
Seeing Quiana Sutton's lack of enthusiasm, Oliver Gale let his intended words sink away completely.
The night at the Imperial View Manor was eerily silent.
Quiana Sutton lay on the couch, tossing and turning; she hadn't slept the previous night and was clearly going to be sleepless tonight as well.
She was about to find a guest room to rest when suddenly, the sofa beside her sank.
She jolted her eyes open and saw Durrell Landon sitting next to her.
Durrell Landon felt no guilt for waking her.
He had just had a dream where he was trapped in a windowless basement, utterly alone, without even a glimmer of light.
He couldn't see anything, hear anything; all around him was cold, silent darkness, and he seemed at the center of it all.
Just as he was on the verge of collapse, he suddenly heard the rhythmic, soothing sound of breathing.
Uncontrollably, he followed the sound.
At that moment, he experienced an unseen peace within himself.
Seeing her awake, gazing at him unblinkingly, he pressed his lips together, finally speaking after a long while:
"You're awake? Don't mind me, go back to sleep."
Quiana Sutton: "..."
She was a light sleeper, easily awakened. Now with someone watching her, how could she possibly sleep?