Chapter 1168Chapter 1168 Weston‘s attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke.
Because Stella‘s reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It
was only now that he noticed the little boy beside Stella.
The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he
was evidently much bolder than the girl.
When the boy noticed Weston‘s gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, “Please give
my sister back to me!”
He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously
brought up in a bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching
between the two with ease.
Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing
much emotion at all.
“What‘s your name?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Elias frowned and turned to Stella. Then he curled his lips and replied, “I might be a child, but my name
is still my privacy. I won‘t tell you that so easily!”
Weston was dumbfounded, but he showed no sign of irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in
his eyes when he asked, “Do you know what privacy means?” “Of course I do!” answered Elias, raising
his head to look at Weston. “Privacy means something that you don‘t want other people to know!”
IT That was, in fact, not what Stella taught him. The truth was, while it might still be a bit too early for the
twins, she had indeed instilled the ideas of safety and self defense into their minds. For example, she
told them that all children had their own privacy and they were forbidden to allow any adult to take off
their clothes or touch their private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect
themselves, but Elias had stretched the concept of privacy beyond the private parts of his body. Now
everything that he did not want to talk about had become a matter of his privacy!
Elias was a confident and daring boy. He was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children,
so naturally, he had been following Stella‘s advice consistently all along.
Emma, on the other hand, was timid compared to her brother. Although she was generally obedient too,
she was easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she would falter
against her own
good judgment Stella knew that she couldn’t stay by her children‘s side forever, so she wanted to teach
them these things early on. She did not want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of glass –
just as she used to be. She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks
she encountered completely shattered her into a thousand pieces. Stella picked Emma up and told
Weston, “If there‘s nothing else, we‘re leaving now.”
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Then she turned and walked away.
Weston‘s brows knitted. Before he could speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then
was as good as invisible. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed. “It‘s been so long since we last saw you, Ms.
Sealey! Who would‘ve thought you‘d have children and they‘d be so grown up!”
Daisy did her very best to keep her composure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy
sea. “But since you‘re already here,” she continued, “why don‘t you join us for a meal? We‘re all friends here
and, besides, we‘re all curious about... what happened to you. We‘ll be excited to hear what‘s happened
the last few years and why... why you‘ve never contacted Mr. Ford.”
She was all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity.
Nicole could hardly stand looking at Daisy‘s pretentious facade. She knew that Daisy was clearly jealous
of her, yet she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didn‘t care to put up such a fake
performance. She was no hypocrite.
“We made a reservation here,” she grumbled with displeasure, “because we wanted to celebrate Mr.
Ford‘s birthday. We didn‘t plan for a dead woman to show up suddenly. If someone like that were to join
us, I‘m afraid it would take all the fun out of the party...”
Just as she spoke, she could feel an icy gaze directed at her.
It was Weston. His eyes had always looked cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion, but right now,
it was bitingly, piercingly ruthless.
His thin lips only parted slightly, but the words he spat out were like sharp icy blades, “Get out.”
Two short words, yet the air in the restaurant instantly froze, as if they had been transported into a
freezer.
Nicole quickly realized that she had made a huge mistake, regretting her words as soon as she spoke
them.
But it was too late to turn back now. She could see that Weston‘s expressions had changed drastically.
With a face that gradually got paler, she meekly uttered, “I...” “Didn‘t you hear me?” Weston barked while unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his long fingers so he
could get some fresh air and breathe a little more easily. “I said, get out.”
“Get out now,” he stressed. “And never ever let me see your face again.”