Winnie chose to go home directly after she left the hospital.
She fixed her eyes outside the window throughout the way home, and there was no light in her eyes.
Before the door, she input the password but before she pushed the door open, the door was opened
from the inside.
It was her assistant. She looked at Winnie worriedly, “Where have you been, Ms. Truman? I have been
unable to contact you since last night when I saw your messages. And you were not at home. So, you
…”
The assistant then suddenly noticed her swollen face and the thick bandage around her wrist, “Ms.
Truman, Chassell the bastard has threatened you again, right? I will call the police!”
Winnie stopped her and squeezed these words out of her throat, “I’ve called the police. That’s okay. I
will have a sleep and then it would be fine.”
“But you…”
Winnie put a faint smile on her face, “Don’t bother. You can just go home right now.”
Then she walked slowly into the bedroom and closed the door behind her before she collapsed onto
the bed.
Though she had stood awake for a whole day and night and she was now literally exhausted, she could
not fall asleep.
The moment she closed her eyes, she saw the picture in which Channing was taken away by the
police.
It was quite stifling.
Tears began to trickle down her cheeks silently, her hands pressed on her heart heavily.
Soon, she burst out crying and she felt as if her throat were strained and herself strangled.
She just lied there as if she were dead, not knowing how long she had been there and when the night
fell.
She felt as if she had been devoured by darkness.
A few hours later, she felt the door of her room was opened. And someone was calling her.
Later, silence reigned her room again. Sound of cooking and then smell of foods began to be sent over
through the door.
When she sat up, she felt herself dazzled.
With her body leaning against the wall, she walked out slowly towards the living room.
Sherry was sitting on the sofa and waved to her, “You finally wake up.”
Winnie greeted her before she looked at the kitchen.
It was Stella who was cooking there.
Winnie was stunned a bit, “Why are you here?”
With a pot of fish soup in hand, Stella headed out of the kitchen, “Your assistant found us in the studio.
She said you were in bad condition and she was quite worried about you.”
A sense of embarrassment climbed on Winnie’s face. She said awkwardly, “It’s nothing. I can just have
a good sleep and I will be better.”
Sherry said, “We took the temperature of you. You've got a fever. You should take good care of yourself
or your wound will get infected.”
Stella said, “You should eat something first and then take some medicine before you sleep.”
Staring at the foods on the table, Winnie said with her eyelashes quivering, “Thank you …”
Sherry stood up and helped her to sit before the table, “Let’s get started. I also feel hungry before those
dishes.”
Winnie tried to reach the fork and knife, but the intense pain on her wrist stopped her.
Noticing that, Stella scooped a bowlful of soup and placed the bowl before her. Then she put a spoon
into the bowl.
Sherry had known what happened today from Daniel, and she also informed Stella.
Stella called Winnie for several times, but her phone had been turned off all the time.
That’s when Winnie’s assistant came to find them.
Winnie had been lowering her head during the meal. She had difficulty in picking the food so Stella and
Sherry just kept helping her.
She remained silent and she ate whatever they picked for her.
After the meal, Winnie stood up and tried to clean the table. Sherry instantly stopped her, “I will handle
this. You just have a rest on the sofa.
Stella helped Winnie to sit on the sofa. Seeing the wound on her face and the corner of her mouth,
Stella took the Iodophor and cotton swabs which they had just bought.
Winnie said with her head lowered, “The doctor said I should go there every second day.”
“Then Sherry and I will pick you up the day after tomorrow. You should take good care of yourself at
home and keep your wound dry. Call me if you need.”
Winnie looked away and fixed her eyes on the carpet, “Don’t bother. I will have myself accompanied by
my assistant.”
“All right. Then we will visit you then.”
Winnie bit her lips a bit and halted for a second before she said, “Don’t you hate me?”
Stella threw the swabs into the dustbin, “Why should I?”
“It was I that make Channing …”
“I’ve told you that you don’t have to mind what others think about your relationship. Channing was
indeed in trouble. I was worried too. But I won’t be angry at you because you are also a victim in this
case. Plus, it has been proved that you mean a lot to him.”
Stella smiled at her, “But if you want me to play the role of a vicious sister who tries to break you up, I
can meet your requirement. I’ve become interested in acting these days.”
Sherry heard that as she walked out of the kitchen.
Stella really sounded like a cruel sister.
Winnie shook her head and took a deep breath. Seemingly she wanted to say something, but she
didn’t.
Stella knew Winnie could not forgive herself right now so she patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t
bother. Channing will be free soon. I promise you.”
Sherry walked over and sat on the other side of Winnie, “OK. You should listen what Stella had said.
I’ve been informed that Chassell was quite well now. He won’t die. Though he deserves to die.”
Winnie knew they were comforting her. But she could not feel happy anyway.
After resting for a while, Sherry stood up and boiled a pot of water for Winnie.
Winnie took some medicine and lied on the bed.
Then Stella turned away to say to Sherry, “You can leave now. I will stay here to look after Winnie.”
Sherry said, “I should stay. You’re pregnant. If Clarence knew I leave you here, he would have me
killed.”
Before Stella could say anything, Winnie said, “You don’t have to stay here. I can take care of myself.”
“No.”
Stella and Sherry said simultaneously.
Halting for a second, Winnie said, “Then I will call my assistant.”
Stella nodded, “That’s okay.”
They waited until the assistant came. Stella gave her some tips and told her what was left in the
refrigerator. Then she left together with Sherry.
On the way home, Sherry said, “I may be illusioned to think that Winnie may want to break up with
Channing.”
Staring at the scenery outside the window, Stella said slowly, “It’s hard for her to start the relationship.
Now she may think it was she who ruined Channing’s future.”
Sherry sighed, “I know it’s difficult. But if I were her, I would feel all the same. Channing is such an
excellent boy. But those photos …”
“Just let it go. It’s their choice anyway. We should do our best indeed. But the choice is made by them
anyway.”
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