CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105: IT’S YOURS, WILL YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY?

"Is it Evan’s, or Adrian Langley’s?"

He paused, then added meaningfully, "Or is it Jared Langley’s?"

Juliana Jacobs gazed at his face, which feigned calm but was full of gossip. Her turbulent emotions settled down.

She slowly raised her eyebrows: "It’s yours, are you responsible?"

Inside the car, it suddenly became quiet as if it were a paradise.

Elias Langley was silent for two seconds and replied, "If I did it, I won’t escape the responsibility."

He looked out the window with an indifferent expression, only his eyelashes trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, Juliana’s phone rang.

It was Ethan Carter calling.

She realized she had been in touch with Ethan quite a lot recently.

"Assistant Carter, what’s up?"

Ethan’s voice on the other end was urgent, "Ma’am, President Grant was in a car accident, his entire right arm is mangled, and they need you to sign the critical condition notice."

Juliana’s fingers tightened involuntarily, "How could this happen?"

"Master George stirred up the old members who worked under Old Mr. Grant in the company, forcing President Grant into a corner. He’s been searching for products similar to your heavy-duty electric vehicle batteries for days. He was supposed to head to the airport today, but then..."

Ethan sighed.

Juliana asked, "Was it intentional, or an accident?"

Ethan said, "It’s hard to say, but since I wasn’t hurt in the driver’s seat, the investigation might lean toward the former. I wanted to call you on the way to the hospital, but President Grant said not to let you know; he was even glad you were no longer their target."

Juliana choked up, "Which hospital?"

Ethan, "Mercy."

Juliana hung up the phone, her eyes a little red.

"Can you take me to Mercy Hospital?"

She asked Quinn Shepherd.

Quinn glanced at the boss’s face in the rearview mirror and instructed the driver to change direction.

Juliana fell silent, her mood visibly sinking.

Elias Langley spoke indifferently, "Given the circumstances, shouldn’t you be happy to be widowed?"

Juliana rubbed her nose and glared at him, "What are you talking about so bluntly?"

Elias Langley looked elsewhere.

The car stopped at the entrance of Mercy Hospital.

Juliana got out of the car and hurriedly ran into the hospital.

Quinn frequently glanced at the rearview mirror and cautiously spoke, "If you’re so worried, the relationship might not be broken."

Elias Langley kept his head down handling documents, ignoring his words.

Quinn got excited, turned to grab the back of the passenger seat, and lowered his voice, "Boss, did you really sleep together that night?"

Seeing no reaction from Elias, Quinn continued his own analysis, "I went chasing someone then, was gone for just twenty minutes. When I got back, your clothes were soaked..."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Boss, could it be you only last twenty minutes?"

Elias Langley slowly lifted his eyes, their gaze ordinary but icy within.

"You wanna die?"

Quinn turned back and chuckled, "No way, I’m planning on celebrating my 80th birthday."

...

Juliana rushed to the surgical building and suddenly stopped.

Why was she worried about him?

Why go sign his critical condition notice?

Had he ever turned back for her?

Almost got PUA’d by Ethan!

She sarcastically tugged at the corners of her mouth, spun around, and left with the bag of Chinese medicine.

Just reaching the main entrance, she bumped into Stella Windsor, who was hastily getting out of a car.

Stella was still in white, her red eyes from crying at the cemetery making her as fragile as thin porcelain.

Seeing Juliana walking out, she instinctively looked inside the hospital, her face full of undisguised hostility.

"Weren’t you going to divorce and let me have him? Why come to see him now? Don’t think I don’t know you’re a master of artifice?"

Juliana raised an eyebrow, "I indeed can’t compare to your consistency, your knack for talking B.S. and doing scummy things is unmatched."

"Juliana, don’t think I don’t know you visited my mom the night before she died, your hands are stained with blood, you’re as much a devil, I won’t let you get away with it."

Juliana’s lips twisted into a cold smile, "Wasn’t I, this devil, forced out by you all? Now your mom’s a lost pawn, and George might not fully listen to you. Miss Windsor, where will you find another scapegoat to hide your delicate facade in public and fierce nature in private?"

"You..."

Stella’s eyes deepened, painted nails on the Hermès bag strap making crescent marks.

As Juliana passed her, she chuckled, "Feel free to mess with me if you want to die. But if you can’t even handle the man I tossed aside, you don’t deserve the ’fierce woman’ compliment."

Juliana left smiling, Stella’s face darkened as if she were a ghost.

In the ICU, Evan sat on the bed, staring blankly at the time on his phone.

Ethan asked, "Should I call and check again?"

Seeing no response from the boss, he took the initiative, opened the speakerphone, and dialed Juliana’s number again.

"Ma’am, where are you, the critical notice is still waiting for your signature?"

"Assistant Carter," Juliana was in a taxi, "You sign it for him."

Ethan quickly said, "How could I, I’m just an assistant..."

Juliana interrupted him, "Wasn’t my critical condition notice signed by you?"

Ethan was suddenly at a loss for words.

Evan smiled silently, the pain in his chest intense.

Ethan waited for his direction.

Evan lifted his chin.

Ethan understood and said over the phone, "Ma’am, President Grant is being driven to the brink by Master George, in the past, you were by his side, but now even Mrs. Young’s whereabouts are unknown... Master George even dares to confront the old madam, I fear there’s no one left to keep him in check."

Juliana immediately grasped the underlying meaning of Ethan’s words.

Calling her here was likely just an excuse, Evan probably already knew Mrs. Young was pregnant.

"Assistant Carter," Juliana’s voice was calm, "I’m almost divorced, the Grant Family matters have nothing to do with me."

Ethan was unsure how to respond, Evan took the phone.

"What if I personally tell you, if I can’t get through this, I’ll lose everything?"

Juliana gritted her back teeth, "When are we going to the civil affairs bureau to finalize the paperwork?"

"Juliana!" Evan flared up, then suppressed it, "You can’t protect Mrs. Young. George will eventually find her, will you hand the leverage to him personally?"

Juliana was silent on the other end.

After a while, she softly said, "Sorry, I don’t know where Mrs. Young is."

The busy tone came from the phone, and a metallic taste rose in Evan’s throat, a burning pain in his chest.

She didn’t care about him anymore.

Nor did she care about his life or death.

How laughable, he was trying to make amends while she had already uprooted him from her heart.

Ethan noticed his boss’s pale face and quickly said, "President Grant, please calm down. Miss Windsor is here, she’s been waiting outside."

Evan’s clenched fist gradually relaxed, "How did she know I’m in the hospital?"

"Well..." Ethan lowered his head, "I didn’t mention it."

"Let her in." Evan said.

Stella entered the ward as Evan was receiving the medicine Ethan handed over; she quickly went to pour water.

Indeed, he had an accident, his arm was hurt, but not as mangled as described.

Ethan was still reporting the work.

"Professor Quentin Quinn is a leading figure in domestic new energy battery research, has published several groundbreaking papers, and his research on heavy truck batteries is similar to Aetherflame’s product concept. But he has been focusing on teaching in recent years and rarely appears publicly; it’s not easy to meet him now."

Evan stared at the pills in his palm, bitterness spreading in his throat before he even swallowed them.

"Is a similar approach useful?"

Ethan whispered, "He was once the ma’am’s mentor."

"Is it Professor Quentin Quinn from Veridian University?"

Stella handed over the glass of water.

Evan didn’t take it, Ethan did instead.

"Miss Windsor, have you heard his name before?"

Ethan thought she was just casually asking.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Stella suddenly half-kneeled by Evan’s bedside, clutching his hand.

"Brother, I said I would become your support, please don’t reject me anymore."