Landon spent a single, sleepless night at the hospital. He worked tirelessly, making phone calls to


    arrange a press conference and contacting renowned psychiatrists and psychologists worldwide, all to


    secure the best treatment for Lauren.


    Cornelius, however, seemed determined to overwhelm Landon. He disregarded Landon''s well-being


    and dumped nearly all thepany''s affairs on him. Jordan could only watch helplessly, on the verge


    of tears.


    The next morning, while receiving an IV drip, Landon received a call from Angelina. Upon hearing that


    Lauren was more stable, he yanked the needle out immediately. Then, he got up and headed out the


    door as he threw on his ck coat.


    "Jordan, get the car!"


    "Mr. Landon, waiting for the medication to finish wouldn''t dy your visit!" Jordan eximed.


    Landon''s suffering was evident. He''d lost a significant amount of weight in just two or three days, and it


    pained Jordan to see him like that.


    "I''ll be fine," Landon replied tersely, already stepping out the door. His demeanor was resolute yet


    deste. In a hoarse and desperate voice, he added, "Nothing is more important than seeing my wife."


    Landon''s luxury car once again pulled into the Crescent Bay courtyard. However, following Newton''s


    instructions, he was denied entry.


    Ben, polite and gentle, emerged to greet him. "Mr. Landon, Ms. Lauren is much better. She even


    enjoyed her breakfast."


    Ben''s tone was gentle. There wasn''t a single hint of resentment in his voice.


    Joy radiated from Landon''s eyes, hisshes fluttering with emotion. A brief reminder of the past was


    enough to immerse him in fond memories. "Really? My wife... Lauren enjoyed her breakfast? That''s


    wonderful.


    "Lauren isn''t much of a breakfast person. I have to coax her out of bed to have breakfast. I''d keep her


    company until she finished before heading out."


    "That''s very thoughtful of you, Mr. Landon. Thank you for looking after Ms. Lauren all this time," Ben


    expressed his gratitude.


    A sharp pang of fear suddenly struck Landon. Ben''s words felt like a farewell.


    "Ms. Lauren has Mr. Beckett and Ms. Angelina by her side, looking after her. She''s doing very well now,


    so you needn''t worry. The weather has turned coldertely. Do remember to keep warm. You may


    leave


    now.


    "Mr. Gorham!" Landon grabbed Ben''s arm and looked at him anxiously. His lips were dry. He opened


    his mouth to speak, but in his anxiousness, he couldn''t make a sound.


    After some hesitation, he said in a hoarse voice, "May I see Lauren? I just for a moment. I miss her


    terribly..."


    "Mr. Landon, Mr. Newton has forbidden Ms. Lauren from receiving any guests while she recuperates.


    Please leave," Ben repeated monotonously.


    "Guests?" The word felt foreign to Landon, causing him to shudder. He coughed deeply. "Lauren is my


    fiancée. I''m her partner, her family! What do you mean by ''guest''?"


    "I understand your frustration," Ben, who had witnessed Landon''s growth, softened his tone—no longer


    able to keep up with his cold act, he advised, "But you must know Mr. Newton is upset after what


    happened. And Mr. Cornelius—"


    "What has he done now?" Landon interjected, his distress evident.


    "On the night of the incident, he called and had a heated argument with Mr. Newton. Ms. Alyssa was


    there at the time, too."


    Ben sighed helplessly. "Both Mr. Newton and Mr. Cornelius made their feelings clear. I''m afraid your


    marriage with Ms. Lauren might be off the table."


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    Landon was stunned, feeling as if the world was copsing around him. He felt the weight of it all


    crushing him, a bitter lump forming in his throat.