The director soon received the news and hurried over. A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties kept smiling apologetically in front of Mason Nightshade, saying "I’m sorry"; no matter how you looked at it, it felt out of place. Soon, a new nurse came to help her with her wound, indeed more attentive than the previous one. It seemed she had heard about her "ex" and treated her with extra respect and a bit of apprehension.
Mason Nightshade did not stay long in the ward; he seemed very busy, with phone calls about company business coming in every five minutes. Aurelia Shaw always had the illusion that he seemed even busier than in the previous life.
But how could that be possible? Since it was a rebirth, some things would deviate from the original path, but some things wouldn’t change.
After Mason Nightshade left, Aurelia Shaw made a phone call to Viscount Zhou.
Before she could speak, an unserious, teasing voice came through: "Oh, our newlywed Mrs. Nightshade, what makes you remember this childhood friend? Are you unhappy with married life? Shall we go to the bar and party tonight?"
Aurelia Shaw was long used to his teasing. If there was anyone in this world who was genuinely sincere to her, Viscount Zhou was one. In the previous life, when she first took drugs, Viscount Zhou, upon hearing the news, abandoned a multi-million-dollar business overseas, caught a flight back in haste, and as soon as he landed, tied her up in a hotel, binding her to the bed with ropes and forcibly made her quit her drug addiction.
Aurelia Shaw slightly withdrew her thoughts and spoke gently, "Do me a favor."
At this moment, Aurelia Shaw sat on the hospital bed with a laptop on her knees. The screen showed a conspicuous headline—"S-named starlet has a secret late-night rendezvous with J-named director, with photos as evidence!"
Right below this entertainment news was the story of Aurelia Shaw falling from a height. If you looked closely, it wasn’t hard to notice that Aurelia Shaw had an identical red birthmark on her shoulder.
Who would believe that?
Aurelia Shaw’s gaze turned slightly cold, her fingers flitted across the computer like butterfly wings, tapping gently, "Someone on the internet is deliberately targeting me. Could you help me find out who is pulling the strings behind this?"
Although she knew about past events, it was like playing a certain game; she only knew what she saw from her perspective. In the previous life, instigated by Eleanor Spencer, the incident she caused in the hospital was too sensational, and there were so many fake news incidents mixed in that she couldn’t verify them all nor remember them clearly.
When she saw the news in the morning, she was also surprised to discover that while she was unaware, there were others targeting her. In this life, she would not remain oblivious; she would return all those who had harmed her!
Viscount Zhou’s fingers tapped on the computer, swiftly pulling up the news of the day, and his eyes instantly turned cold. The typically carefree look on his face was now replaced with a stern and lethal aura.
"Damn it! Which reckless bastard dares to target someone under my protection!"
His gaze swept downwards, and upon spotting the next piece of news, his face changed again, "You’re in the hospital?"
"Nothing serious, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to call you now," Aurelia Shaw said lightly.
It really wasn’t a big deal; injuries that felt painful in the previous life now only made her legs feel a bit numb and itchy, with no other sensation at all. Perhaps the suffering and pain she endured in the rehabilitation center had numbed her; compared to those, could this level of pain still be considered pain?
"First, get to the bottom of this matter and also help me print out a divorce agreement."
"You want a divorce?!" Viscount Zhou wanted to ask more about her physical condition, but hearing this, he was so shocked that anything about injuries or hospitalization was thrown out of his mind.
His ears must have a problem, no, there must definitely be a problem!
Otherwise, how could Aurelia Shaw possibly say she wanted a divorce from Mason Nightshade?
Such a thing simply did not exist in his subconscious; its occurrence probability was as slim as finding living cells on the moon, impossible!
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