Stella subconsciously stood in front of Clarence to hide him. “Nobody, Ms. Anderson. A friend of mine.
I...”
However, she had totally forgotten that Clarence was far taller than she was. She couldn’t hide him at
all.
Dolores looked over at her, but she wasn’t looked at Stella. She was looking at the man behind Stella.
After a few seconds of silence, Stella heard Clarence’s voice, which sounded like arctic ice. “I’m leaving
now.”
“Huh?”
Just now, she spoke so rudely to him but he wasn’t willing to leave. She wondered why he changed his
mind so fast.
After Clarence strode away for a few steps, Dolores said again, “Clare, wait...”
As if he hadn’t heard it, Clarence strode away.
Stella was taken aback, standing motionlessly in confusion.
She noticed that Dolores looked pale. Before figuring it out, she followed Clarence out.
Nathan, who was waiting outside the house, was also confused. Just now Mr. Conrad looked fine when
walking in, why did he look like he would eat someone alive when coming out?
He wondered why this couple was fighting every day.
As soon as Clarence reached his car, Stella caught up with him. She yelled, “Wait, Mr. Conrad!”
Clarence didn’t react to it at all. He pulled the door open, bent over, and sat in.
Nathan looked over at Stella in confusion.
Stella looked back at Nathan in confusion, too.
Obviously, neither of them knew what was going on.
However, Clarence had already sat in the car, so Nathan didn’t dare to delay. He walked to the driver’s
seat.
Stella had to stay motionlessly, watching the black Maybach leave.
After a long time, she heard Dolores’s exhausted voice at the door. “Stella, come back.”
Stella withdrew her gaze and walked to her. “Yes, Ms. Anderson.”
Dolores took a look in the direction where Clarence was gone. “Is Clare... your friend?”
“Not really,” Stella said in a low voice, “Ms. Anderson, do you know him?”
Dolores was lost in thought. After a few seconds, she returned to her senses. She put on a wry smile.
“He’s the CEO of Conrad Group. I’ve seen his photo in the newspaper before.”
If she didn’t explain in this way, Stella wouldn’t figure it out, but...
Until now, she finally understood why Ms. Anderson would read a finance newspaper every day.
Her son stayed with his father and hadn’t shown up in the past twenty years.
Also, Justin had told her that Clarence was an illegitimate child.
Stella quieted down for a moment. She said, “Ms. Anderson, his photo has never appeared on any
newspaper.”
Dolores still looked in a daze. “Oh... Really?”
“Ms. Anderson, is Clarence Conrad your son?”
Dolores didn’t answer, looking down.
Stella didn’t know how to comfort her. Clarence’s attitude should have hurt Dolores just now.
After a hesitation, she continued, “Ms. Anderson, he’s not my friend. He’s my... ex-husband.”
Dolores was stunned, looking at her. Then, suddenly she looked down at her slightly bulged belly.
They both fell into the silence.
Stella had never expected that she escaped from City N over thousands of miles, and she met
Clarence's birth mother.
It was so coincidental.
In the end, Dolores rubbed her temples. “It’s quite late now. Go to bed.”
Definitely, she also needed time to digest the information.
Lying on the bed, Stella couldn’t fall asleep at all. She called Clarence a few times, but he hung up
directly. In the end, he blocked her number.
Stella was speechless.
The wretched man had such a big temper, didn’t he?
Later, she called Nathan in secret. Nathan said that Mr. Conrad looked extremely annoyed when going
back to the hotel. He also said that it was the first time that Mr. Conrad was so mad.
Stella hummed, didn’t react much.
Clarence had blocked her number. What else could she do?
...
The next morning, Evelyn came over to sort a basket of vegetables.
Sitting at the stone table, she whispered to Dolores, “Has Stella told you?”
Dolores was absent-minded. Sorting the vegetables, she asked, “What?”
“Holy moly! I didn’t know Stella was so stubborn. She almost got into a fight with that developer during
dinner. If Alex didn’t tell me about it personally, I couldn’t believe it. It’s indeed a good idea to let Stella
join the dinner. She kept the dignity of our Anqiao Street with her temperament.”
Dolores was speechless.
While speaking, Evelyn couldn’t help gossiping, “After the dinner, I find Stella and Alex a perfect match
more and more. Alex is a timid man, too nice. If someone asked him for help, he wouldn’t have the
heart to refuse. As long as Stella marries him, he wouldn’t suffer any loss. What do you think? Shall we
convince Stella and match make them?”
The smile on Dolores’ face was stiffened. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. They don’t match.”
“Hey, Dolores. What’s wrong? Did you think Alex a good young man as well? Why suddenly do you
change your mind?”
“Alex is a nice man indeed, but Stella doesn’t have a crush on him.”
Evelyn thought that made sense. Heaving a sigh, she said, “Stella seemed to still miss her ex-husband.
I wonder what was so good of him. They’ve divorced, but he couldn’t let his ex-wife and son stay in
another city without visiting them at all. He has no sense of responsibility. If I could meet him, I would
beat him up on behalf of his parents.”
Dolores couldn’t find her tongue at all.
After sorting out the vegetables, Evelyn said, “Dolores, what happened to you today? You look so pale.
Didn’t you sleep well last night?”
“Sort of.”
“Okay, I won’t hold you up for so long then. Just go ahead and take a nap.” Evelyn picked up her
basket and bent over to whisper in Dolores’ ears, “You must be serious about the matter to matchmake
Alex and Stella.”
Dolores felt a stronger migraine.
Shortly after Evelyn was gone, Stella walked downstairs.
Dolores rubbed her forehead and said, “Breakfast is in the cooker.”
Stella answered, returned to the kitchen, and took out her breakfast.
Sitting next to Dolores, she whispered, “Ms. Anderson, do you feel not well?”
Dolores waved her hand. “I got a migraine. It’s my old disease.”
“Shall we go to the hospital together? You need to see a doctor.”
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine after taking some pills.” Dolores looked over at her. “Are you going out?”
Stella paused a few seconds. She answered, “Probably not.”
“Suit yourself. I need to take a nap.” Dolores took a few steps and looked back at her. She asked,
“What do you want for lunch?”
Stella had a small bite on the steamed bum. “How about the fish soup?”
“Okay. Evelyn gave me two crucians last night. I’ll make the soup for you.”
“Thank you, Ms. Anderson.”
Dolores’ lips parted as if she wanted to speak something, but in the end, she sighed and went back to
her room.
After breakfast, Stella thought that she couldn’t take Ms. Anderson’s meals for granted.
She sat at the table for a moment and called Nathan again.
Nathan replied that Mr. Conrad hadn’t come out of his room or eaten anything since last night until now.
Stella got the news and hung up the phone.
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