Stella did not react much to it. "Is he spending a lot of time with Guinevere these days?” She mumbled,
“It doesn't matter.That’s his own business.It’s out of my hands.”
“But…I’m afraid Ms.Cohen has still not given up on him!” Joan said that and glanced at the ankle cuffs
on Stella’s feel with mixed feelings.
Although Stella was Weston's legitimate wife — she had also been one once, there were simply too
many women eyeing him outside.
Even if Guinevere seemed to have settled down recently, who knew what she had in mind? Joan was
really worried for Stella.
If Stella could give in to Weston and plead for mercy, she was sure he would forgive her with his
affection for her.
Stella simply smiled.
“Thank you, Joan.I know you care for me.But this is my own matter.I know what to do...” Joan could
only nod helplessly upon seeing her reaction.
“ I shall leave you alone then.”
“Sure, go to sleep now.” After she left, Stella went to the balcony.
The rows of potted plants were all quietly slumbering.
She first walked to the snow rose and observed it : carefully, then she walked to the oleander and
stared at the flower bud that was about to open.
"It will bloom in a few days..." She thought that although oleander was very poisonous, she should still
increase the dose just in case.
A thick black mist suddenly appeared beside her ear, transforming into a person as small as her and
whispering hoarsely.
“Yes, that’s it…He locks you in a cage like an animal and cuffs you like a criminal.Why should you be
so submissive and accepting? Wait until the flowers bloom, then kill him!Kill him, and it will be all over!"
Stella heard the woman urging in her ears.
"Don't you miss your child? Let's all go to hell together then…The culprit should too!” She was dressed
in a white robe, soaked in the early morning dew.
Quietly looking at the flower bud in front of her, the white figure seemed shrouded in a blackmist.
A few days passed.
Everything was the same as before, except that Joan seemed less present in the mansion.
Since Joan talked to Stella that night, she saw her less and less.It was not until today that she suddenly
realized that she had not seen Joan for days.
Perhaps the time she spent at the mansion had been too harsh and uninteresting.
The chains on her feet were a constant reminder of how slowly time was passing.
After just a few days without seeing Joan, it made Stella felt like she had not seen an outsider in a long
time.
To her, time in this mansion felt like it was standing still.
Weston had finally driven out everything in her life, leaving her entire world in his hands.
“It's been so quiet in the mansion lately...” Stella spoke to the plant as she watered it.
She muttered to herself and even hummed.
“Don't you think it's been such a long time since anyone talked? Is it because of Weston’s anger that
everyone is afraid to talk In front of her, the peaceful and quiet potted plant remained as it was, and no
one answered her words.
She didn’t need anyone to answer her, though.She could simply talk to the air by herself.
“I had a dream last night, and I think I dreamed about my baby.It was a little girl, wearing a pink
princess dress.”
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