Though he would like to refute Weston, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his son
was right.
“But you did promise me you’d marry Gwen, yet now you suddenly broke off the engagement. What
exactly is going on here?” he grumbled.
“What if Gwen suddenly remembers everything, huh? How would I…” he suddenly blurted, unable to
hold back his feelings any longer. “If she does recall everything and wants to make the truth public,
then it’s her right to do so, isn’t that correct?” he interrupted.
Chris was fired up with rage. He glared at Weston with clenched fists and snarled, “I will never let that
happen!”
They stood there at the entrance , facing off each other with neither willing to concede.
“I know that woman still excites you because she’s new,” Chris blurted out bluntly. “And I’m not going to
stop you from having as much fun as you like with her, but I’m telling you right now, a woman like that
will never be accepted into our family!”
As he finished speaking, he picked up his suit jacket and
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rushed out of the door, leaving the Ford Mansion without even looking back once. Weston stared at his
father as he disappeared in the distance. When he was gone, he looked away and sneered before
returning to the living room. After such a day, he should stay at the Ford Mansion for at least a few
days to manage all the family affairs that might arise. In fact, he had informed Stella in advance that he
would be away on a business trip for a while, but to his surprise, his own mother had invited her here.
He picked up his phone and was about to call Stella when he was suddenly distracted by the sound of
Zach crying upstairs.
Usually, Weston wouldn’t be bothered by that, knowing that there was an army of nannies ready to take
care of him at any time at all, not to mention his mother Wendy, who was always by Zach’s side.
But today, Weston was filled with an inexplicable urge to go upstairs to Zach. When he got there, he
was met with the sight of Stella, still clad in the same dress she wore that evening, but her hair was
already let down, and it fell casually on her shoulders.
She was holding Zach in her arms. Her movements were a little awkward, but she still gently patted his
back and softly cooed, “Don’t cry… It’s alright… Don’t cry…”
It was as if Stella possessed a magical ability to
completely entrance him because he was completely rooted to the spot, unwilling to take a step further
for fear of ruining the beautiful scene before him.
He gazed at her as she held the child tenderly as if she was his mother. He had only ever seen her as
a perfect wife, and he had never once considered what she would look like as a mother.
Weston thought of the many sides of Stella’s personality when she was with him-her shyness and
timidness when she slept beside him, her affection and consideration when she was his loving wife,
and her anguished decisiveness when she left him…
There had been so many sides to this woman, and here, he was witnessing another side of hers that
he had never seen before.
If Stella hadn’t suffered the tragic miscarriage, she would’ve been a gentle and caring mother to their
child right now. That realization pierced through Weston’s heart like a dagger. He was even more afraid
of taking a step forward now. It was the first time that he truly felt the pain of the loss of their child deep
in his bones.
Till now, he had always thought that it was not that big of a deal. He could always have another child
anyway, if he really wanted to. All that mattered to him was that Stella was by his side. He might feel
regret every once in a while, but that was the extent of it.
But now, he finally appreciated the pain that Stella must have gone through.
If things had gone differently, they should now have a healthy, living and breathing child whose beating
heart would be filled with both his blood and hers.
The gut-wrenching pain gripped his soul and washed over his whole being. It hit him continuously wave
after wave, and it felt as if it would never end.
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