Things had come to a point where Chris completely neglected her health problems. For instance, the
last time Wendy went for a medical checkup, he didn‘t even ask her any questions about it at all.
The realization made Chris feel a little guilty.
“I‘ve been busy lately,” he told Wendy, “so I didn‘t have much time to take care of you. I promise things
will be different from now.”
“What exactly have you been busy doing?” Wendy sneered. “Weston has been in charge of the
company all this time. In fact, I can‘t think of a time when you‘ve been busy lately!”
Chris was left flustered with his lies so mercilessly exposed.
“When did you become so mean?!” he snapped.
The fact that he could never be as talented as Weston had always been his sore spot, and Wendy had
so bluntly set it on fire.
“I was only concerned about your health,” he said, still feeling a little humiliated , “yet here you are,
always so eager to put me down!”.
“Why don‘t you just go back to Guinevere and take care of
her?” Wendy scoffed in frustration , turning away from him.
“Why are you always so boorish?” countered Chris, his face turning cold.
“That‘s right,” replied Wendy, “I‘m boorish, I’m old, and I‘m always moody! Why don‘t you just go to a
younger girl who will say sweet things to you all day?!”
After speaking, she turned around and left right away.
Chris was too angry to chase her, so he turned in the opposite direction and left.
Once again, they were fighting.
Chris intended to make up to her, but for some unknown reason, he felt she held some resentment
toward him. He had asked her about it, but she wouldn‘t say anything. So now, he was left all alone to
entertain the guests, despite planning to do it as a couple.
Wendy didn‘t know where to go herself. Zack was with Guinevere , so she did not need her to take care
of him. She watched the party in full swing, suddenly feeling like an outsider.
She heaved a long sigh. Aimlessly, she headed towards Stella‘s room and knocked on the door.
“Stella!” she called out. “Are you in there?”
A sharp noise came from inside the room. Wendy frowned and waited.
After a long while, she finally heard Stella‘s voice saying, “Give me a minute! I‘ll be right there!”
Wendy stood there waiting a long time before Stella finally opened the door.
“Mom…” she uttered.
Wendy‘s brows knitted, sensing that something was wrong.
“What were you doing in there?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Stella shook her head. “I was just taking a nap. I had to put on some clothes, so it took me a
while to open the door.”
She turned to make way for Wendy and offered, “Why don‘t you come in?”
Wendy did not refuse and went inside.
Stella and Weston stayed in a suite on the third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of
rooms. The suite was, in fact, the same room they had both used the last time they were there.
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Weston was obsessed with cleanliness, and he didn‘t like to stay in rooms that others had stayed in
before, which was why the suite had always been his.
Because the suite was so vast, it also came with its own balcony and living room.
As soon as she came in, the first thing Wendy noticed was the array of potted plants on the balcony.
“Do you like those kinds of things?” she asked, a little surprised.
“Dr. Taylor gifted me a snowrose plant,” Stella explained with a smile. “I thought it looked so pretty that I
started to get interested in potted plants.”
Wendy swept a glance at the plants, and her eyes honed in on one of them
“Isn‘t that..?“
Stella furtively blocked Wendy‘s sight and interjected,” They‘re all bonsai. If you like, I can pick
something easy to take care of and give it to you.”
Wendy‘s expressions turned complicated. After a while, she turned her gaze from the plants and stared
at Stella.
She knew what oleander looked like. She also knew that oleanders were extremely poisonous. She
was, however, unsure if Stella knew all of that too.
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