Chapter 1044Chapter 1044 Weston frowned.
“I‘ll be home soon,” he assured her.
Back at the Stardust Mansion , Joan sighed in relief and replied, “I‘m glad to hear that. Should I prepare
anything for you, Mr. Ford?”
“No.”
After hanging up the phone, Joan turned around and discovered that Stella had been standing behind
her.
“Mrs. Ford!” Joan almost jumped in shock. “How long have you been here...?”
Stella said nothing. She then stared at Joan and casually told her, “I heard everything you said on the
phone just
now.”
“E–Everything?” Joan‘s heart skipped a beat. “What exactly did you hear...?”
“He‘s with Guinevere Cohen right now, isn‘t he?”
Joan‘s eyebrows shot upward.
“Mrs. Ford, I wouldn‘t worry too much about it...”
“How could I not worry about it?” Stella‘s eyes were fixed on Joan.
Perhaps it was because she hadn‘t eaten anything the whole day that Stella‘s face looked blanched and
sickly. Her eyes fell on Joan‘s phone, and she said, “Let me see
it.”
“Mrs. Ford,” Joan tried to explain, “it‘s really nothing to worry about. Since their son just died, Mr. Ford
had to be by Miss Cohen‘s side out of normal familial obligations.
Please don‘t think too much about it...”
“Let me see it,” Stella firmly insisted.
Joan sighed. She had no choice but to show Stella Guinevere‘s recent post on Moments.
It was a beautiful photograph. Weston‘s herculean stature still towered over Guinevere‘s lanky and
slender figure, making the tall woman look small and fragile next to him.
They were both wearing black.
Weston was in a smart black suit, which was his usual
–
attire anyway, and he gave off an intimidating air of superiority.
Guinevere wore a black dress with a delicate white flower pinned on her chest. The dress subtly
accentuated her curves and highlighted her ravishing figure.
She was hugging Weston from behind. He did not push her away.
If they had not been at a funeral, this photo would have been dazzlingly charming.
“They look like they‘re made for each other,” Stella observed. Joan knew, of course, that she was being sarcastic , yet, for some reason, she could not sense any irony
in Stella‘s eyes. In fact, she looked oddly earnest when she said that.
This utterly unsettled Joan.
“Please don‘t overthink things, Mrs. Ford...”
“I‘m not overthinking.” Stella turned around and added, “It won‘t matter anymore whether he comes
home or
not.”
She then slid back into the bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.
All she knew was that there was no escape for her now.
The car was already parked outside the Stardust Mansion when Weston‘s phone suddenly rang.
It was Ben‘s number.
“What is it?” Weston asked coldly.
“Mr. Ford...” Ben sounded distinctly anxious. “We have a problem...”
Ben had just received the news himself, and the first thing he did was to report it to Weston Ford.
“Roger Sealey has...”
When Ben was done reporting, Weston‘s countenance turned frigid. It was only after a while that he
finally opened his mouth and instructed Ben, “Don‘t let the news spread and bring him back.”
“Yes, Mr. Ford.” As soon as he hung up the phone, his face clouded severely. His eyes shifted towards the Stardust
Mansion. He saw the dim yellow light that was still on in the bedroom, as if someone was waiting for him
to come
home.
He tore off his necktie, feeling utterly on edge.
Why did it have to be now...?
He closed his eyes and told the driver to get out of the car. He then slammed his foot on the accelerator
and sped off.
It was already past midnight, yet Weston was still nowhere to be seen.
Joan had repeatedly gone to the door several times and looked outside to see if there was any sign of
him coming home, only to be disappointed time and time again.