Chapter 1809

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 the company'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 black coat.

"Jordan, get the car!"

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

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

desolate. 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, his lashes 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 colder lately. 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.”

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

crushing him, a bitter lump forming in his throat.