The Ford Mansion was in complete disarray.
Stella had never imagined that she would one day run out of that suffocating house, hand in hand with
Weston.
A noisy racket had broken out behind her. The moment Guinevere‘s condition relapsed, the doctor insid
e was doomed to be in despair.
Mrs. Cohen sobbed in a corner, mumbling under her breath.
Wendy had long disappeared, probably to bring Zack away from the mess.
Old Mr. Ford was already sleeping at this time and no one dared to alert him.
Mrs. Cohen had secretly allowed Guinevere to come out without Mr. Cohen‘s permission, and she dare
d not inform him either.
The only person who could make a decision and bring things under control appeared to be Chris.
However, even his words seemed ineffective against Weston.
Weston brought Stella running out of the mansion, chucking aside all the troubles that
brewed in that manor.
The night seemed extra chilly, as the cold wind blew in their faces.
Stella looked at Weston and suddenly felt like they were eloping
“Are you really intending to just not care about her anymore?”
Stella asked him the moment they got into the car.
Weston hugged her and kissed her forehead. “From the moment we broke off our engagement,
she is no longer my responsibility.”
He looked into Stella‘s eyes. “Don‘t
you know the one who truly needs my attention and care?” A glint flashed past Stella‘s eyes, and his
words seemingly moved her. “Okay,” she whispered while leaning into his embrace. He hugged
her tighter. “I will marry you and announce you as my wife to the world.”
Stella hugged him back tightly as well. “Okay.”
That was the only word she could say. Perhaps, she might have believed Weston in the
past, happily basking in the knowledge that he regarded her
with such importance. At least, more important than Guinevere.
However, having been betrayed by him once, she knew the high price one had to pay for trusting him.
She also knew clearly that when compared to the past, she had simply switched positions with
Guinevere.
This man had hurt her mercilessly for the sake of Guinevere back then. In the same manner , he was
now completely disregarding Guinevere, the woman who bore him a son.
Perhaps it was in a man‘s nature to prefer the new to the old.
They might look merely affectionate when they were, in fact, heartless to the core.
If she were to lose her novelty, how much better would her final state be compared to Guinevere?
The only thing Stella was sure about was that she wouldn‘t end up hurting those around her, unlike Gui
nevere. Unlike Guinevere, she wouldn‘t cling to a man who‘d had a change of heart.
A massive commotion was happening outside.
Guinevere flung everything she could get her hands on.
Broken shards of glass were strewn all over the floor.
Even the doctor dared not go close to her.
He was worried about her hurting others as well as herself.
“Gwen, calm down!”
Chris stood at the door cautiously and tried to soothe her. “Put that down, put that knife in your hand
down...”
Guinevere, with a face streaked with tears, shook her head and
shrieked, “I only want to speak to Weston! Where is he?!”
Chris took a deep breath. “Something cropped up at work, and he‘s left...”
“I don‘t believe you! Did he leave with Ella Steele?
“Get him back here! GET HIM BACK! I can‘t go on!!! Not without him...”
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