Chapter 1119Chapter 1119
Ben could see that she was a little upset, so he said, “Mr. Ford still cares a lot about you. It’s just that he
can’t let go of his pride sometimes…”
“I want to be quiet for a while.” Stella turned her head and smiled at him.
There was a peaceful glow in her eyes, though the glow was like a pool of dead water.
Ben froze for a moment, that strange feeling growing deeper and deeper.
Yet, he could not describe it, so he could only nod.
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“Okay, Mrs. Ford. Have good rest.
The car soon arrived at the entrance of the courthouse .
Tina was already waiting there with her lawyers, ready to
1. go.
At the door, Stella saw Warren sitting at the plaintiff’s
table.
Warren looked like he aged a lot. When he got out of the car, he glanced at Stella from afar and then
shunned away disdainfully.
She did not say anything and simply nodded to him, expressionlessly. The calmer she looked, the bigger the fire burning in Warren’s heart.
He sneered. “Do you think that you will be fine with Weston’s support for you? I am not a person to be
trifled with either. The outcome has not been decided yet!”
She smiled at him. “You are absolutely right.”
Her indifference made him feel very uneasy, as if he had just thrown a punch at a pillow.
He glared at her. “Don’t think that I will let you go by acting weak! You killed my great–grandson, and I
must make you pay with your life!”
She remained silent.
After he finished talking, she asked, “Are you done talking? Can I go in already?”
Warren’s face turned stiff. Holding his walking stick, he inhaled deeply and said to his lawyers, “Let’s
go.”
Tina approached Stella. “It’ll be better if you lessen arguments with the plaintiff before the trial.”
Stella shook her head. “I am not arguing with him.”
“Good then.” Tina brought her in.
Ben stopped at the door.
He stood in front of the stone carving of a lion’s head, watched the courtroom door slowly close, and
exhaled .
The trial soon commenced.
A low–profile luxury car slowly pulled up at the landing of the high stone steps. Ben focused on it and found it very familiar.
It seemed to be the Gust that Weston would occasionally use. A car synonymous with the term ‘post–
opulence,‘ it was a limited edition, with only two units ever built in the world.
This was why Ben remembered it.
Weston looked in the direction of the court from inside the car.
He rolled down the window only after Stella‘s figure disappeared from his view.
He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, but didn‘t smoke it.
There were a few visible scratch marks on the back of his palms , marks that Stella made when he held
her in the kitchen.
A few of the buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing his chest where similar scratch marks
were visible.
Stella was docile when she was obedient but was very rebellious when she was not.
When she was comfortable, she would scratch him subconsciously, but she would also do the same
when she
was not.
Ben walked over to him and interrupted him. “Mr. Ford?
“You came,” he continued respectfully.
“Hmph,” Weston replied, his eyes still fixed on the courthouse.