Chapter 1129Chapter 1129
Weston needed time. Not long after, the staff came over and told Ben, “A lady outside says she wants to
see the deceased.”
Weston frowned a little at the word “deceased.” His eyes displayed a sharp cold as if he was shooting
daggers, making a chill run down the spine of whoever had the misfortune of meeting him
Ben hurriedly stepped in front of him. He lowered his voice and said to the staff, “Who?”
The staff jumped in shock and stammered, “She said her name was Diana…”
Michael stood sharply. “Diana? She’s here?”
Ben stood up as well. Diana must have heard about Stella’s death and wanted to see her since she
wouldn’t have shown up in Michael’s presence. She would have avoided him at all costs.
Ben looked at Weston and sought his permission. “Mr. Ford…”
“Let her in,” Weston rasped in a hoarse and broken voice.
Weston focused all his attention on Stella. He tidied her hair and treated her like his precious treasure.
He only paid attention to the outside world occasionally.
but
Weston thought Stella did not want to see Michael, she was probably worried about Diana. He thought
he should grant her wish, so he let her in.
Stella had a grievance and was always angry with him. If he stopped Diana from seeing her, she might
get angry again.
Weston thought he should not have been so hard on her. He should have spoiled her little temper. What
was the big deal about spoiling her?
After all, Stella was his dearest woman. If she wanted something, he would give it to her. So there was
no point fighting about right and wrong. It was simply pointless.
Diana hurried in once she was granted permission. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
It looked like she had not found a place to stay. No one knew where she had gone.
She didn’t seem to fare much better than Michael. Her face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were red
and swollen, either from crying too hard yesterday or because of Stella’s death.
Diana rushed over in a hurry and didn’t notice Michael. She only looked straight at Stella, muttering her
name. “ Stella…”
Her voice trembled as she whispered her name. She had cried so much that her tears had already dried up.
Michael saw her staggering and rushed to her. He tried to reach out and hold her. “Don’t be too upset.
You’re pregnant with a baby…”
Diana didn’t expect to see Michael around. After a short pause, she shook his hand away and warned
coldly, Don’t touch me!”
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Michael looked at his empty hands and laughed bitterly. He followed behind Diana, not daring to speak
again.
Diana went to Stella’s side and looked down at her sleeping face. She wrinkled her nose and turned her
head away, refusing to give the corpse another look.
“How can this be…”
Stella seemed fine a while ago and didn’t even show the slightest suicidal tendency. She would greet her
with a smile and ask her about the pregnancy. Why was Stella so desperate that she took her own life?
Diana clenched her fist in silence. Then, she shot a glare at Weston. “Did you force her? Did you do
something to her? That’s why she couldn’t think straight and took her own life!”
Weston said nothing. He continued holding Stella’s hand and focused on just her.
Stella’s fingers curled slightly. Weston smoothed them out one by one, keeping her muscles relaxed.
He said flatly, “She’s just angry. She didn’t kill herself. I won’t make her angry again. I’ll give her whatever
she wants.” “What’s the use of saying that now?”
Diana bellowed out rashly, “She’s already dead…”
“She’s not dead!!!” Weston cut her off with a stern voice. As a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, the air
around him froze over. He looked gloomy and furious.
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