CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: DON’T FORGET, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

Sienna Quinn nodded repeatedly, and only after multiple confirmations did Sean Carter dare to leave.

After waiting for about ten minutes, it was finally Sienna Quinn’s turn to get her dressing changed.

After changing the dressing, the doctor specifically warned that she should absolutely avoid injuring her arm again, and she definitely shouldn’t use it for work. After all, bruises can be serious or minor; if they become severe, recovery would be difficult, as healing bones and muscles takes a hundred days.

Sienna Quinn pulled out her phone, just about to call Sean Carter, when she saw a familiar figure right in front of her.

Frowning slightly, she brushed past him with indifferent eyes, as if they were merely strangers with no connection at all.

Being ignored, Landon Lawson’s face turned dark, and the flames of anger were about to burst from his chest.

He suddenly turned, grabbing Sienna Quinn’s arm.

She sucked in a cold breath from the pain, turning her head dissatisfiedly towards the man behind her, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Sienna Quinn, don’t you have anything to explain to me?"

"Explain? What relationship do I have with you? President Lawson, you shouldn’t forget that you have a girlfriend now." Sienna Quinn laughed coldly, glancing around with a hint of sarcasm in her indifference.

The naked sarcasm in the woman’s eyes made the man squint, his face looked extremely unpleasant as he stared at her. Suddenly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; he looked down at her, raising his chin with interest, examining the woman standing before him.

Curious gazes and murmuring voices from around them made Sienna Quinn’s face increasingly unpleasant.

Landon Lawson’s reputation was so loud, known by many. If someone took photos, things would go wrong, and the Quinn Family would find out she’s back.

"If you have something to say, come with me."

She pulled his wrist with her other hand and led him into the hallway. Standing at the corner, she looked at the man in front, her gaze filled with indifference.

Landon Lawson lowered his head, noticing how Sienna Quinn grabbed his arm. He raised his eyebrow with surprise; for some reason, his heart felt a hint of delight.

"What is it? Do you like grabbing a man’s wrist that much? Or perhaps President Quinn has this hobby?"

Sienna Quinn furrowed her brows, a flash of disdain in her eyes, releasing his wrist with a strong motion. Because of the force, she pulled her injured arm, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Ah!" She inhaled sharply, her pretty brow tightly knitted, cold sweat forming on her forehead.

The man saw the woman’s unusual reaction clearly. His gaze drifted to her arm, only then realizing that her arm was also injured. Seeing her biting her lip to stop herself from shouting, his heart unexpectedly ached for a moment.

"Landon Lawson, what exactly did you come to find me for? If there’s nothing, I’ll leave."

Sienna Quinn lifted her head, cold sweat pouring, the pain from her arm becoming almost unbearable, especially after the doctor had just advised her against further injury.

Landon Lawson squinted; does she not want to be with him that much?

Is it true that she dislikes and despises him so thoroughly?

Having followed him for five years, she stopped loving him so easily—what kind of woman is she, so heartless, even having a child with another man? What’s wrong with Landon Lawson?

...

Vera Yates lay in the hospital room, frowning slightly at the noise from outside the door; she yelled at the assistant packing her luggage beside her, "What are you still doing here? Can’t you see the reporters outside? Do you want me to rest or not?"

The assistant said helplessly, "Miss Vance, we really don’t know who leaked the news of your discharge; all these reporters are waiting outside."

Vera Yates had a dark face, waved at the assistant, who perceptively handed her the makeup bag.

She, who cared about her image, would never appear in front of the media with unkempt hair and a dirty face. Although she had no professional makeup artist, she could still apply some makeup herself. After finishing her face, she looked at her egg-like skin and nodded with satisfaction.

"Aren’t you going to wear lipstick?" The assistant looked at her pale lips, knowing that without lipstick, her already fair skin would look lifeless.

Vera Yates laughed coldly; this is precisely the effect she wanted. Only this way could she evoke public sympathy, thereby achieving her goals.

"Did you call Stephen?" Vera Yates smiled beautifully; at this time, shouldn’t he appear? It would be perfect for creating an image of being loving and close in public.

"I called, but no one answered," the assistant cautiously answered, fearing Vera Yates would lash out at her.

"No answer?" Vera Yates frowned slightly; could it be something important?

Five minutes later.

"Vera Yates is coming out, hurry, take photos!" Countless flashes aimed at Vera Yates, as she feigned a startled look, covering her mouth and widening her eyes.

The assistant beside her helped block the cameras, preventing these people from taking pictures of her.

"Miss Vance, you suddenly got injured this time, what exactly happened? How did this happen so suddenly?"

"We heard you were injured while with Landon Lawson, did he hit you?"...

A series of questioning overwhelmed Vera Yates, her brow slightly furrowing at last, stopping her originally plan to move forward. She turned her head angrily towards the reporter who’d suggested Landon Lawson hit her.

"You need to be responsible for what you say, not make indiscriminate claims without evidence—if it wasn’t for Stephen, my injuries would be worse than they are now."

It was the first time everyone saw Vera Yates so angry, causing them to pause, even the reporter who asked the initial question apologized repeatedly.

Since Vera Yates had stopped for an interview, everyone seized the moment, with flashes continuously illuminating her.

"If it wasn’t President Lawson, then who was it?" This question was sharp.

Vera Yates’s eyes shifted slightly, perhaps this was actually a good opportunity.

"It was a friend; because of my relationship with Stephen, it was all just a misunderstanding. You mustn’t report carelessly."

Landon Lawson released his grip from the woman’s arm, allowing her arm to ease from the pain—and her pale little face gradually regained its color. However, the cold sweat on her forehead still conveyed to Landon Lawson the pain she was suppressing.

"President Lawson, you specifically came to the hospital to find me—it can’t be for business matters, right?" Sienna Quinn faced the man blocking her path; his tall figure made escape impossible.

Especially since she’s injured now? Sienna Quinn pondered, realizing that trying to escape with just her strength was unlikely.

"Who is the father of that child?" These words were squeezed out between clenched teeth. Although he hadn’t seen Sienna Quinn in recent years, he’d heard bits and pieces about her, yet the child that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, he knew nothing of.

Could it be that she left him after much deliberation because she found another beloved? Is that why she acted so resolutely?

Upon hearing the word "child," Sienna Quinn’s bright pupils contracted, her uninjured hand clenched into a fist. Did he know?