Wasn‘t it only natural that she, as his fiancée, would want to give her a piece of her mind?
That was what she thought, and that was what she said. She even questioned Weston, “You said that
you‘d take care of me. I gave you Zachary. If it weren‘t for you, would I suffer like this?”
“For me?” Weston looked like he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
The string that had been taut snapped at this moment. “Guinevere, you are sick, so you have a shield.”
His tone was cold. “You can attack and slander anyone with impunity, but I hope you can recall what
you‘re saying now when you remember. “I, Weston, have wronged everyone but you.” The rain was
getting heavier. It was almost pouring. The man‘s words entered Guinevere‘s ears word after word. They
were sensible people but had both lost control at this moment. The tape on Belle‘s mouth was ripped
away. She felt pain and wanted to shout for help, but was forced to listen to their argument. Ben cast a
cold look at her and warned, “Don‘t listen to what you shouldn‘t!”
Belle nodded immediately and did not dare to look at those two.
Ben did not hesitate and untied her straightaway. Stuffing her into another car, he asked the chauffeur to
send her to the hospital.
Before the car left, he suddenly looked at Belle. “Learn to be smart. You know what to do next without me
teaching you, right?”
She nodded. “I will just go back and sleep. I will leave the next morning.” Seeing that she knew what to
do, he did not say anything else and asked the chauffeur to hurry up.
Then, he got into the white Porsche. Watching the man and woman confronting each other, he had a
headache, not knowing what to do.
After such a long time, Weston did not have the intention of settling old scores anymore.
He thought that that matter should have been solved, but now he discovered that, as long as the thorn
was still there, he and Stella would not move forward.
Looking at the woman who claimed that she had given birth to his child and was now questioning him, he
found it very ironic.
Was Zachary really his child?
But they were indeed blood–related.
He suddenly sneered. For such a ridiculous lie, he lost his first child with Stella. And it might be their only
child. The scene of Stella jumping off the building seemed to appear before his eyes again. If she had
not leaped off the building that day, he would not have realized that he had such deep feelings for her––
so deep that he was even willing to jump down with her at that time. “My child? Are you sure Zachary is
my child?” He grabbed Guinevere‘s wrists, as if wanting to crush her bones. “I have done nothing wrong
to you, to Zachary, to Chris, and to everyone, except to...” He did not mention that person‘s name.
But Guinevere knew.
She covered her ears. “Stella! Stella! It‘s Stella again! It is all because of her! If it wasn‘t for her, we
would have been married already. If it wasn‘t for her, there wouldn‘t be so many obstacles between us!”
He sneered and threw her aside. “Stop being obsessed. I‘m willing to be civil with you, and it‘s already
the best I can do. Guinevere, not hating you is the greatest forgiveness I can offer you.” Just because of
her one thought, his life had been forcibly controlled by Chris since then. He could afford to do right by
everyone but Stella, and he was sorry for Wendy.
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