Chapter 1223Chapter 1223
Stella frowned. She put down the coffee cup and picked up her handbag before announcing, “If there’s
nothing. else, I’ll be leaving now.”
“No problem, Miss Cicily. I hear you’ve got two young children, and I wouldn’t want to take up any more
of your time. Oh, should I drive you home?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I drove myself.”
She then got up and left without even looking at Weston once.
Just as she walked down the steps below the coffee shop, Weston suddenly grabbed her wrist and hel
d her in place.
“Stella.”
She seemed completely unsurprised by the turn of events. In fact, she had expected that something lik
e this would happen.
“What is it now?” she asked, looking at him with raised brows.
That cold, unsurprised look of hers stung Weston’s eyes.
“I have something to tell you. Do you have some time to spare?”
“You surprise me, Mr. Ford. I didn’t think that a man like
you would need to ask if someone had time to spare. Why didn’t you just scoop them and take them aw
ay if you wanted to see them, just like you did in the past?”He could sense the sarcasm in her voice, but he did not try to argue with her. His eyes remained calm
and unperturbed.
“There’s something very important that I think you should know,” he said.
Stella glanced at him, realizing
that he was not joking. She looked at the time and said, “I can only give you half an hour. I have to pick
up Elias and Emma, and we’re meeting Miguel today.”
Weston’s eyes swiftly darkened as soon as he heard the name
“Miguel.” There was even a flash of anguish on his face.
But by then, Stella had turned around with her back towards him, so she did not notice any of that.
They both got into the car, and Weston drove to a secluded spot where no one was around.
It was a long time before he finally spoke up.
“How have you been doing these past couple of days?” he asked.
“What exactly do you want to tell me?” she responded bluntly, not being in the mood
to hear any of his nonsense at all.
Weston massaged his temples and smiled bitterly. She did. not even have the patience
to hear him speak now.
“There’s a problem…” he began in a grave tone, “with Miguel’s identity.”
Stella’s eyes widened. Staring incredulously at him, she asked, “What did you say?”
“There’s a problem with Miguel’s identity,” he repeated slowly and clearly.Miguel had apparently been extra careful in concealing his true identity, but Weston still managed to fin
d some
clues that he had left behind.
“These are some information I found about his background,” said Weston as he handed Stella a folder
of documents. “You can make your own conclusion.”
Ever since the first time he met Miguel, Weston had always been investigating his identity and backgrou
Miguel’s face looked too similar to Roger Sealey. Using that as a starting point, Weston soon found that
Records of Miguel’s life trajectory seemed to begin after Roger’s death. Although there seemed to be an
thinking that they were two different
people, Weston quickly worked out that the details about Miguel’s life prior to Roger’s death seemed ma
In fact, it was easy to determine whether or not someone’s life records were genuine or not. But at the s
lives of these two identities.
Stella’s face gradually got paler as she read through the documents in her hands.
“But that’s impossible…” she gripped the documents tightly between her fingers. “If it’s true that he’s Rog
Weston looked straight at her and said, “I think you know why.”
It was obvious that he wanted to be with Stella as
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someone else — not as brother and sister, but as a man and a woman