<h4>Chapter 68: Chapter 67: What Kind of Earthly Suffering Is This?</h4>


    Haikou Phoenix Airport, exactly 6 in the morning.


    Due to Elliana Lyle’s injury, which isn’t light but not too severe either, she can no longer continue recording the show.


    Norman Bet, to ensure she recuperates well, is now pushing her towards the airport, ready to head home.


    "Norman Bet, don’t be mad, I really didn’t fall because I was fooling around." Seated in the wheelchair, Elliana continues to fidget, twisting her head and gesturing animatedly to exin to the man behind her.


    However, the man with a cold face only gives her a sidelong nce from under hisshes and then ignores her.


    He quietly pushes the wheelchair forward, his thin lips tightly pressed, showing no intention of speaking with her.


    Seeing that the man still ignores her, Elliana can’t help but pout, filling her mouth with air. Apart from his initial worry when he saw her, Norman Bet has since kept a cold expression towards her.


    "Norman Bet~ were you raised on ice cubes?" With a sore neck, Elliana wants to turn aroundpletely.


    Seeing this, Norman furrows his brow, his face showing mild anger as he softly scolds, "Sit properly, don’t move around!"


    "... You’re so fierce."


    Following along with the team, Victor King feels a mix of emotions, thinking that this variety show was Elliana’s bigger chance.


    North City, Vicars Hotel, Room 201.


    Joy Lyle, dressed in a khaki trench coat, stands by the transparent ss window, rxedly gazing at the temperature-dropped North City. Unnoticeable cold breezes slip in through the slightly open window cracks.


    Just then, her phone rings from the bedside table not far away.


    "Hello, Sister Wang." Joy Lyle is a bit puzzled as to why Victor King would call her now.


    ...


    "Alright, I got it." Nodding as she hangs up, Joy Lyle quickly calls Elliana.


    "Hello, the number you dialed..."


    After considering for a moment, she decides to send a few greeting messages instead. With Norman around, everything should be fine.


    She walks straight to the wardrobe, calmly pulls out her suitcase, and starts packing her things.


    Victor King asked her to take over Elliana’s show, and coincidentally, she has amercial in Sanya, it’s just that her schedule has be tighter.


    ...


    Twenty-one dayster.


    North City Central Hospital.


    Elliana has been lying in bed for a full twenty-one days, and today is the day to remove the cast. Norman Bet has specifically taken time off work to apany her to the hospital.


    At this moment, ire White is holding a few X-ray films, carefully examining them. After pushing up her sses, she says, "Recovery is going well, it’s best not to put any weight on the injured foot for now."


    "But it feels itchy inside the bone," she says while seated in Norman Bet’s arms, her almond-shaped eyes staring intently at her ankle, pale and bloodless from the cast removal, trying to move it.


    Hiss~


    It still hurts!


    Seeing Elliana grimacing in pain as she tries to move her ankle, ire White chuckles lightly and says, "The growth of bone callus can cause itching. I rmend applying a heated towel for relief."


    Leaving the hospital, Norman Bet carries the little girl in his arms, walking smoothly and steadily towards the car.


    Just as she sits down, she hears the man’s phone ringing.


    "Hello, I’m at the airport. Come pick me up."


    "Uh-huh, okay." Norman Bet says and hangs up the call, then tells Lana, "Take good care of her."


    "Don’t worry, young master."


    Elliana frowns, her eyes flickering as she looks at Norman Bet. Just as the man is about to leave, she quickly calls out to him, asking, "Norman Bet, who are you picking up?"


    From the phone earlier, she heard a woman’s voice. Who could prompt Norman Bet to personally pick her up?


    "Can Ie with you?" Elliana tentatively asks again.


    Hearing this request, Norman Bet reluctantly pats her head, "Be good, just go back and rest."


    After saying this, Norman Bet shows no intent to linger and quickly disappears from her sight.


    "..." Elliana doesn’t have time to say anything.


    The car starts, driving on the wide road. She’s a bit upset, though she doesn’t quite know why.


    "What’s wrong, ma’am?" Noticing Elliana’s mood, Lana looks at her with concern.


    "Lana, who is the woman that Norman Bet is picking up?" Elliana can’t help but ask.


    Hearing Elliana’s question, Lana thinks for a moment, then says uncertainly, "The woman... it seems that the only one young master would personally pick up is Miss Hannah Collins."


    "Hannah Collins? Who is Hannah Collins?" Elliana has never heard this name before.


    Lana blurts out without thinking, "Miss Hannah Collins was young master’s childhood ymate. My mom said they even had a childhood betrothal."


    Childhood friends! A betrothal?


    What kind of earthly sorrow is this?


    "What else do you know? When was this betrothal set up? Howe I didn’t know about it?" Elliana’s heart is already clenching, wanting to know more to confirm her judgment.


    Seeing Elliana’s curiosity, Lana continues to share what she knows: "Miss Hannah Collins’ grandfather and our master were battle buddies. When they retired, the two families arranged the betrothal for their unborn children in case one had a boy and the other a girl."


    "..." Elliana remains silent, gripping her skirt tightly, her face stiffening.


    Seeing Elliana like this, the smile on Lana’s face immediately fades. She realizes she shouldn’t have spoken of this. Over time, they became friends, and she momentarily forgot about Elliana’s status.


    "Don’t worry, ma’am. After Miss Hannah Collins’ grandfather passed away, the changing times made both families dismiss the arrangement. Miss Hannah Collins went to a military academy, and they haven’t seen each other for over ten years."


    "..."


    Elliana still doesn’t speak, only staring forward with wide eyes.


    Lana doesn’t know what to think, but from the crystal-clear eyes, she can tell that ma’am is jealous!


    With her lips pressed together, Lana can only nervously reassure her, "Rest assured, ma’am. Young master only loves you. He just sees Miss Hannah Collins as a sister."


    These words barely register with Elliana. Her mind is filled with a chaotic loop: Norman Bet doesn’t love me anymore, Norman Bet got engaged to someone else!


    ...


    Getting more and more upset, when they return to the hotel, entering the room, Elliana stubbornly avoids Lana’s help, hopping on one foot back to the bedroom, cursing aloud, "Stupid man! Big pig’s trotter!"


    With a bang, she ms the door shut. Outside, Lana looks conflicted, and she can’t help but p her mouth twice.


    She thinks to herself: I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn! Now it’s all over, she’ll be the reason for the divide between young master and ma’am! If the olddy finds out, she’ll surely face the consequences.


    "Ma’am~ don’t be sad, young master is very devoted, really." Lana can only try to exin from outside the master bedroom door.


    Though Elliana hears Lana’s words, her chest still feels congested. Supporting herself on the bed, she carefully snuggles into the duvet and picks up her phone, dialing Joy Lyle.


    Beep...


    "Hello, Elliana, greetings."


    The voice on the phone isn’t Joy Lyle’s. She almost thinks she dialed the wrong number, but after looking, she sees she hadn’t.


    "Who are you?" asks Elliana.


    "I’m Miss Joy’s assistant. Miss Joy is a bit busy, do you need something, Elliana?" the assistant asks with a smile.


    Joy Lyle isn’t just a bit busy; she’s extremely busy!


    "Uh... nothing, you go ahead and busy yourself."


    Elliana says, hanging up the call. After thinking, she calls Luna, and when connected, she says pitifully, "Luna, can you talk with me?"


    "Don’t bother me, I’m busy, hanging up!"


    Beep―――!