Chapter 1126Chapter 1126 Guinevere got off the car and closed the door, and rushed over. She was shocked to see
the situation. “What‘s going
on?”
When she heard that Stella had lost the case, she was stunned for a good while. With Weston‘s power,
she shouldn‘t have lost the case. After that, she found out that Stella had pleaded guilty in court.
Guinevere couldn‘t understand Stella‘s actions, but it was none of her business. All she could care about
was her agreement with Weston. Stella had lost the trial, so would Weston‘s promise still count?
“Stop fighting! Why can‘t you calm down and talk about it?»
Guinevere rushed to Weston and tried to stop him, but Weston shook her off. “Get out of my way.”
Michael laughed hysterically. He seemed to completely ignore his injuries.
“Just look at you. You‘re not much better than me. I lost Diana, but you won‘t have it any better! What if
Stella is trying to punish you? Maybe she wants to let you suffer as she did before. After all, you forced
her most important person to death. How could she stay by your side in peace? You‘re underestimating
her!”
Weston’s face was cold. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to kill Michael. He slammed his fist at
Michael hard. In the next second, Michael stopped making a sound.
Michael looked blankly ahead and slowly fell to the ground.
Ben jumped in shock. “Mr. Ford…” He rarely saw Weston like this. Weston was completely out of control,
so mad that he was about to kill someone in the street. The rain only came down harder. Guinevere held the umbrella in her hand and did not dare to step
forward. When Weston threw her aside, she hit the ground and had a small cut on her knee.
Guinevere urged, “Weston, you need to calm down. You’re not helping…”
Weston ignored her. He walked past her and headed straight to the courthouse, stumbling a little.
Michael’s words served as a harsh reminder. Stella had known about Roger’s death, which meant her
recent behavior might have been an act. She might be suicidal.
Weston walked forward. The further he walked, the weaker he felt. It was as if his heart was hollowed
out.
Ben looked at his back with concern. He went after him and said, “Mr. Ford, I’m sure Mrs. Ford wouldn’t
do anything stupid…”
“Get lost!” Weston shook him off and hurried forward. He was afraid that he was one step too late. He
feared that it would be too late.
Weston finally understood the look on Stella’s face when he left the mansion that day. It was the last time
she would look at him.
However, what did he do then? He got angry at her, made her apologize to Guinevere, and forced her.
He mistreated her so terribly.
A feeling of regret grew and overwhelmed him. It was just a short distance to the courthouse, but it took
all his strength for him to get there.
Weston had never been afraid of a thing, but his fear was at its pinnacle at this moment.
It was heavier than the pain of watching Stella jump from the rooftop back then, so heavy that he felt
suffocated. He thought he had everything under control. He knew that even if Stella hated him, she would be unable
to do anything with Roger around.
Weston was in complete disarray after knowing the truth. Stella knew Roger was dead. What would she
do next?
He didn’t even dare to think about it.
…
The rain was so heavy that the thick wall failed to block
out its roar.
Stella was taken into the detention room to be held temporarily . Tomorrow, it seemed she would officially
start her new life in prison.
The guards took her to a small room and told her, “Mr. Ford has already given his orders. We won‘t give
you too much trouble. Take care.”
After that, he closed the door and left.
Stella was left alone in the small, enclosed space. She looked at the tiny window, feeling a little lost.
She could see a little light there, but the light in her life had already extinguished completely.