Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 118: Who Is the Wild Man in the Photo?

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Who Is the Wild Man in the Photo?

Adrian Lancaster was seething with rage. His dark eyes instantly turned to ice, his jaw tight and his face livid. The hands at his sides clenched into fists as fury tore through his chest.

’I can’t believe it all started with that photo. With that other man!’

’Wren Sutton was far too bold. She had absolutely no respect for me.’

The more Adrian Lancaster thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Adrian..." Maya called his name, her voice faint. She looked incredibly fragile, as if she might shatter at any moment.

Adrian Lancaster snapped out of his trance, his gaze filling with pity and heartache as he looked at her.

"I’m here. What else did you want to say?"

"It hurts so much," Maya pleaded. "Can you hold me?"

The thought of Maya facing amputation made Adrian’s heart clench. Unable to refuse her, he leaned down and gave her a sympathetic hug.

"Don’t ever give up on yourself."

Maya dissolved into tears, clinging tightly to Adrian’s collar and refusing to let him leave.

...

It was dusk by the time Adrian Lancaster finally left the hospital.

After he got into the car, the driver asked cautiously, "President Lancaster, where to next?"

Adrian Lancaster stared straight ahead and coldly spat out two words, "Police station."

’He was going to interrogate Wren Sutton himself.’

「Twenty minutes later.」

The Rolls-Royce pulled up to the main entrance of the police station.

Adrian Lancaster remained in the car. He took out his phone, made a call to a powerful figure, and mentioned Wren Sutton’s name.

After a brief hesitation, the person on the other end granted his request as a favor.

Adrian Lancaster hung up, his expression frigid.

At that same moment, Wren Sutton was notified that she was free to go home.

It was sooner than she’d expected. Delighted, she thanked the officer and got up to leave the office.

Wren Sutton didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just standard procedure.

But when she stepped out of the station’s main entrance and saw the familiar Rolls-Royce parked by the curb, she froze on the spot.

’She would recognize that car anywhere.’

’This is too much of a coincidence. Why is Adrian Lancaster’s car here? Could he be the one who got me out?’

Just then, the car door opened. Adrian Lancaster stepped out, his sharp gaze fixed on Wren Sutton as he strode menacingly toward her.

Seeing his cold expression—like he wanted to devour her whole—Wren guessed he had come straight from the hospital to settle the score with her.

Her conscience clear, Wren didn’t flinch or look away. Instead, she met Adrian Lancaster’s gaze evenly, bravely facing him.

"Who gave you the gall?" Adrian’s eyes were practically shooting fire; he looked like he wanted to strangle Wren Sutton right then and there.

"I didn’t push Maya Marshall," Wren blurted out, her tone firm.

"If you didn’t push her, then what? She jumped on her own?" Adrian remembered that Maya had a fear of heights. He refused to believe she would have the courage to jump from that rockery.

"That’s right. Maya fell by accident," Wren said, her expression earnest as she stuck to the facts.

Adrian was thoroughly disappointed in her. "The evidence is irrefutable, yet you still have the gall to make excuses? A formal case has been opened. Let’s see you try to clear your name now."

’This was just as I expected. Of course Adrian would side with Maya.’ A chill ran through Wren’s heart as she broke his gaze.

’If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a reason.’

"Believe what you want. The truth always comes out in the end."

With that, she brushed past Adrian, intending to hail a cab from the curb.

Radiating pure hostility, Adrian grabbed Wren’s arm, dragged her back, and gripped her chin forcefully.

"You’re not done explaining yourself. Where do you think you’re going? You’re coming with me. I’m going to interrogate you properly tonight."

His eyes were devoid of warmth. Before Wren could struggle, he hoisted her over his shoulder and strode toward the car.

Upside down, with blood rushing to her head, Wren’s face flushed. She felt so nauseous she almost threw up.

"Adrian Lancaster, you bastard! Put me down! I feel sick!"

Adrian was unmoved. "What’s a little discomfort compared to what Maya is going through? Do you have any idea? She survived, but she might need an amputation."

When Wren heard that word—amputation—she was stunned. She never imagined things would escalate this far.

’Amputation...’

In the span of that short exchange, Adrian shoved Wren into the car and slammed the door shut with a THUD.

The privacy partition was already down.

Unable to wait until they got home, Adrian immediately backed Wren into a corner of the backseat, his voice sharp as he demanded, "Who is the man in the photo?"