Chapter 1015Chapter 1015
novelbinSo now, Guinevere's lost her own child too, Stella thought. She must have finally understood the pain
she had to endure back then and finally experienced the excruciating torment that came with the loss of
her own child...
Even Weston, the person she hated the most, could finally have a taste of what she had gone through.
Undoubtedly, the tragedy that had befallen them should have brought her some satisfaction , but she
wasn’t the least satisfied.She should have relished in their misery, yet why did she feel so dispirited?
Why did she find it so…
hard to breathe? She turned around, not wanting to face the tear-filled room, when she bumped into
Weston, who had been standing behind her.
His tall and sturdy body blocked her like a large mountain.
Faced against his wide chest, Stella just stood there, neither saying anything nor trying to leave.
After a long while, she finally heard his hoarse voice coming from above her saying, “I’lllet Ben take you
to a room so you can get some rest.
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I'll come to you once I've dealt with everything here." There could not be a better arrangement than
this.
Stella made no objections and briefly replied, "Okay." If the tragic incident hadn’t happened so
suddenly, Weston would never have allowed her to leave his side.But then again, even now, in her brief respite, he still sent his assistant Ben to guard her closely.
Because it was such a large hospital , the elevator Stella was in basically stopped on every floor.
It finally stopped at the Obstetrics and Gynecology floor, and just as Stella raised her head, she caught
sight of a familiar figure
“Stella? What are you doing here?”
It was Michael Sealey.
Clad in a white trench coat, he held a laboratory test sheet in his hand as he stepped into the elevator.
Frowning slightly, Stella stepped back to make room for him.
"Something just happened, so I had to come here," she told him calmly, treating him like he was
nothing more than a distant acquaintance.
Michael had planned to attend Warren Ford’s birthday banquet.
But because Weston asked for Stella's opinion about it, knowing that she had a strained relationship
with her uncle, he ended upnot sending Michael the invitation.
Michael was well aware of this, which was why he wore a curious expression when he saw Stella.
"It looks like you've really made up your mind that we’re no longer your family now,” he asserted.
"Even your aunt asked me the other day why you've completely neglected to send us an invitation to
WarrenFord's birthday banquet..."
"Aunt Diana wouldn't say that,” Stella retorted with a thin smile.She looked into his eyes and added, "I have explained to her privately that both of you would not be
invited to WarrenFord's birthday banquet.She said nothing more about it, which meant that she
completely understood.”
Michael’s face changed the moment he heard this, and his tone turned grave as he asked her, "What
else have you told her? So you've been secretly contacting her?!”
It was plain to the naked eye that the man was being hostile against Stella.
Seeing this, Ben quickly got in between them and warned Michael, “Careful, sir.Control your temper."
His appearance startled Michael for a while, but after taking one look at Ben, he said, “Oh, I remember
you! Aren’t you Weston Ford’s assistant? What happened to you? Have you been demoted to Stella's
bodyguard?"
Ben merely swept a cursory glance at him, having no intention of giving him any time of his day.He
turned straight to Stella and asked her, “Would you like me to deal with this for you, Mrs.Ford?”
Stella shook her head.
Michael sniggered and turned to Ben before saying, “ Come on.I’m her uncle.I just want to have a brief
chat with her, that’s all.”
He had lost his cool just now but quickly regained his composure, complete with his usual phony smile.
On the outside, he looked nothing short of the perfect gentleman, but there was nothing noble or
honorable beneath that gilded exterior of his.
Stella had long understood his true nature, so she had no desire to associate herself with him.
Once the elevator door opened, she quickly headed out.“I’m a little busy,” she told Michael tersely.
“Please excuse me.” .
Seeing that she was leaving, Michael rushed after her and followed her out of the elevator.
"Wait! It has been a long time since we last chatted, hasn’t it, Stella?” Stella suddenly stopped and
turned around to look at him.
“Is there something you’re worried about?” she asked.
Michael froze, not expecting her sudden blunt question, but he soon flashed his trademark phony smile
and replied, “I just want to have a chat.Is that too much to ask?"
“You don't have to waste your time with your meaningless babble,”she snapped.