Chapter 1116Chapter 1116
She was exhausted, very, very exhausted.
She did not want to hate or love.
She did not even want to live.
Pain gripped her chest every time she breathed, and her head felt like it was being slashed.
She had no one left to love.
All the people she cared about had left her.
The love she once regarded as her salvation was the source of her destruction.
She couldn’t help but look at herself and think that she was downright sinful, disgusting, worthless, and
unworthy of redemption.
She should die, just die…
She covered her face.
Weston was right. She had planned to kill him.
What difference did it make to who died? She already had the idea of killing someone.
Or maybe he was right, maybe Zachary really did die because of her…
Because of her inattention.
No matter how it went, the boy died from the oleander, didn’t he?
It was oleander was cultivated by her own hands.
Stella suddenly broke out into fits of laughter from the uncertainty and sorrow.
She didn’t know why she was laughing or crying but only knew that the tears wouldn’t stop falling and
that she didn’t even know why she was alive.
In the evening, it started to rain, and the dark clouds were thick.
Peals of thunder rumbled in the distance, underscoring the drab, depressing atmosphere.
Ben held up his black umbrella and glanced at the slender man beside him.
“Mr. Ford, you won’t be staying in the mansion tonight?”
Weston said coldly, “Go to the office.” He ordered as soon as he got into the car. “After Hayden gets everything ready, tell him to send a copy
to me for review.”
Ben nodded.
He now realized that Weston had actually prepared a backup plan- the proof of Stella’s mental state.
If Belle and Nicole suddenly turned against her, this would be the key to turning things around, that was,
Stella was suffering from a mental disorder and was legally unfit to take responsibility for her actions.
He has calculated almost every step.
The most important step, however, was to seize power from the old man. Only then could he lay out the
subsequent steps.
Even if he encountered some difficulties, he was always able to quickly come up with another set of
plans to remedy the situation.
Ben couldn’t help but admire him.
That man was a born leader.
There was nothing he couldn’t achieve as long as he wished for it.
That woman, Stella, was the only variable in his life.
Because of Stella, he often found that Weston was unlike his old self.
He had become out of control, paranoid, and autocratic. “Don’t let anything bother me until the court
hearing tomorrow.” As soon as they reached the office, he dropped his orders and went straight into the building.
Ben hurriedly began to execute his order.
On his way, he ran into Michael and Diana and sighed as he watched their incomparable love for each
other.
He wondered when he would ever see Weston and Stella
like this.
On the way…
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