Stella went back to Steward Group and read the documents sent by her assistant earlier. Time flies and
it was already six in the evening when she looked at the time.
Samuel came in and said, “Ms. Radomil, the police said they already speed up Logan’s case
jurisdiction, the result will be out soon, and basically, it will be a death penalty. While Mr. Bernard’s case
is more complicated where more people were involved, hence, the investigation is still going on.
Rumors have it that he contacted lots of people to get him out and to blame everything on Logan,
however…”
“However?”
“The Conrad Group intervened and no one dares to help him. The biggest problem now is that he
refuses to admit that he is related to the smuggling line, saying he didn’t know anything and he only
does things ordered by Chairman Charles. If we failed to provide solid evidence after the detention
period, he might be released.”
Stella bit her lips. Not only he wanted to blame everything on Logan, but he was also tried putting the
smuggling case onto Lyndon. Instead of a crime convict, he became a victim that didn’t know anything.
Logan was the murderer, he had a few cases on him, and adding one more onto him seemed not that
of a big deal. In the meantime, Lyndon had been missing, there was no evidence.
It was a good trick he was playing.
“Send all his crime proof we’ve collected to the police station and contact Bonnie, tell her she could be
the witness to testify against Armand if she is willing to. Also, try locating other victims, regardless of
the accuses, we can’t let him out of the police station again," Stella instructed.
Samuel nodded, “Noted.”
“I will leave now if there is nothing else,” Stella said as she rose.
“Ms. Radomil,” Samuel called out from behind after she took a few steps.
“Yes?” Stella turned.
“I…” Samuel hesitated.
Stella remained silent, waiting for him to say something.
Samuel paused for a moment and continued, “Too many things happened these few days and I didn’t
get the chance to apologize to you.”
“Apologize?”
“Madison did a lot of mistakes in the past, she felt guilty especially after what happened about Logan.
She is not a bad person, she is just not very bright and always creates troubles. She knew she was
wrong now.”
Stella smiled, “I know, if I hold grudges on her, I won’t let her take care of my son.”
Samuel felt relieved hearing that. ‘True, if Stella wants revenge, she won’t let Madison take care of her
son.’
Samuel let out a deep breath, “Thank you.”
“No worries.”
Stella went to the supermarket after she left the office. She bought quite a lot of food and fruits that
help wound recovery and put them in Clarence’s empty fridge.
Stella put the soup pot on the stove and went to the bedroom. The wretched man was still sleeping.
She closed the door and headed back to arrange the stuff she bought. But she stopped in front of the
washroom.
She tilted her head, went inside, and picked up the hairdryer. She connected it to the socket and tried
making it work but failed.
It was broken for real?
Stella changed to another socket but the result was the same.
Fine, it seemed like that wretched man was telling the truth.
She went back next door and saw Sherry and Madison.
Stella asked Madison to go home. As she sat down, Sherry leaned towards her, “How’s Mr. Conrad?”
“He’s fine, still alive,” Stella said.
Soon as she finished, she recalled something and rose at once, “Sherry, take care of my son, the soup
is still cooking on the stove.”
Sherry nodded and looked towards the kitchen, nothing was cooking.
She realized what was going on looking at Stella rushing over to next door, she was cooking next door.
Stella didn’t know if Clarence had an appetite to eat, she didn’t cook much, just fish soup and a simple
vegetable dish.
She turned off the stove and wanted to wake Clarence but someone hugged her from behind.
Clarence rested his chin on her shoulder and said, “Morning.”
Stella was still holding a spoon, “It’s dark outside, not morning!” she said, slightly annoyed.
“Is it? I thought the sun hasn’t risen,” he said lazily.
Stella ignored him and pulled his hands on her waist, “Let go.”
“Let me hug for a little longer.” He rubbed his face against her neck, like a cat.
Stella froze for a while, ‘Has he gone insane because of the fever?’
She then put her hand on his forehead, it was still hot.
Clarence closed his eyes and tightened his hug.
Stella then said, “If you still behave this way, go to the hospital then.”
Clarence released her hearing that. He took a step backward, rubbed his brows, and said, “This is not
a dream?”
His question made Stella speechless, ‘Such a shameless man.’
Stella turned around to put the soup into the bowl, "Take it as a dream then. There will be no angel like
me that comes down from heaven just to lead you to the right path."
Clarence's doubtful face turned to smile.
Stella wanted to get the cutleries so she pushed him aside, "Get out, don't be in my way."
Clarence went sitting in the dining room.
Stella followed with the dishes she cooked and put them on the table.
Looking at the cutleries before his eyes, Clarence looked up in confusion, "You are not eating?"
"I'll eat at home." She went to the bedroom, took out the medicine, and put it in front of him. "Don't
forget to take the pills after dinner. Your fever should be gone tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Clarence frowned.
Stella thought he thought it was too slow, recalling what the doctor said, she reminded him, "If you don't
rest well, you will be sick until next year."
Clarence moved his eyebrows in silence.
"That's it, I'm leaving," Stella said.
"Will you be here tomorrow?"
"I'm not your caretaker."
What she meant was she had done enough.
Stella left soon after.
Clarence stared at the food while gritted his teeth.
'At least her attitude is much better than before. It's worth the pain.'
…
Stella, Sherry, and the little one went to the mall after dinner while Daniel followed behind them,
pushing the cart.
Sherry spent half an hour at the snacks area, perhaps due to being pregnant, her appetite improved
tremendously, and couldn't really stop eating. Her face was rounder now compared to before.
Stella looked around, "Sherry, I'll go get something at the front, meet you at the counter."
Sherry nodded, "Go on, I'll go get some yogurt."
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