Ben stared at her in confusion. He had never expected Stella to make a request of him. Moments later,
he came to a realization. “Mr. Sealey has agreed to Mr. Ford’s suggestion. He will change his name
and relocate to another city with you. Mr. Ford will also bear all of his medical bills henceforth, including
a compensation fee for you.”
Then, he reported an acceptable number.
The corner of Stella’s mouth twitched. This amount was enough to make her the richest person in small
towns.
“Since Roger has agreed, we’ll go with that.” She closed her eyes before abruptly opening them again.
“There’s one person I’d like to see.”
“Who?”
“The culprit who had kidnapped me that day.”
Ben fell silent as he stared at her with conflict in his eyes.
Stella found it amusing. “What? Are you afraid that I’ll insist on going through with my evil desires and
scheme against Guinevere?”
She understood well that Weston wouldn’t believe her. No one in the world would anymore.
No matter how many times she repeated that Guinevere was the one who had hired the kidnappers,
other people would just think she was insane.
Ben quickly replied, “I didn’t mean that. I just need to get Mr. Ford’s opinion on this.” Stella closed her
eyes. “Okay, go on then.”.
***
“She really said that?”
Inside the office, Weston put down his document. Ben stood before his table, looking down.
“Ms. Sealey has agreed, so I’m sure it must mean she’s willing to see you.” Weston kept quiet, wearing
an indescribable expression. He looked down at the tip of his pen that had just drawn a dark streak on
the white sheet of paper. The dark color in his eyes was so intense it couldn’t dissolve away.
A moment later, he said hoarsely, “I thought she wouldn’t want to see me.”
He had gone to visit Stella once when she had woken up a long time ago.
Back then, she had been emotionally disturbed and shouted in the ward that she never wanted to see
him ever again.
Weston had paused in his steps. Alas, he could only leave.He had gone a few more times after that,
but only after she had fallen asleep. After hearing Ben’s report, he seemed a little dazed,
Ben took a guess at his thoughts and asked, “Mr. Ford, should I tell Ms. Sealey that you’re busy with
work?”
“No.”
Weston stood up and grabbed the suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. “Let’s make a trip over.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
Ben had wanted to say that he had a meeting coming up, and that Ms. Cohen had made an
appointment to meet with him in the afternoon. However, as he looked at the man’s decisive conduct,
he said nothing but followed after him.
The corridor of the hospital was empty. Aside from the occasional doctors and nurses passing by, there
were no other patients here. This was a private hospital and provided absolute confidentiality. Weston
was the investor in this hospital, so no one would know that Stella had stayed here before. At this
moment, Weston was sitting on a bench, tilting his head up to lean against the wall behind him.
The button of his shirt collar was undone, and there was a fingernail scratch mark on his face.
However, he didn’t look battered at all. It made him look unruly instead. Ben only emerged after a long
while had passed. He looked apologetically at Weston, who was closing his eyes to rest. “Mr. Ford, I
didn’t think Ms. Sealey had meant it that way…” He had thought that Stella wanted to have a proper
discussion with Weston. He didn’t expect her to still hate Weston so much…
Weston had the back of his hand covering his eyes and said nothing.
When he saw that Ben was out, he removed his hand. “How is she?”
Ben took a step forward. “She has just calmed down. Mr. Ford… shall we take care of that wound on
your face?”
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