Yvonne was the type of person who would always stand up for herself. She would never let anyone
mock or taunt her without a fight. She could sense Guinevere’s jiving tone earlier, and she didn’t care if
it was intentional. She just had to fight back.
Once Yvonne was done talking, Guinevere’s face turned blank and frigid. The air got tense again.
Silent awkwardness ruled the table.
Nobody spoke. Yvonne dangled a spoon aimlessly, not knowing what she said. Lucas pushed food
onto Yvonne’s plate, urging her to eat. Yvonne accepted the food without saying anything
Yvonne knew that Guinevere didn’t like the fact that she had a baby out of wedlock because it was
something that tarnished her pure and noble reputation, but she deceived herself into thinking that she
was fine. She might pretend that it didn’t matter to her, but she was obviously troubled by it.
As for Yvonne, she didn’t care that they had a child out of wedlock. Things could happen, especially
between a couple who had spent a lot of time together. However, she found it amusing that a woman
looked down on people who had children out of wedlock when she had a child with Weston before they
got married.
Yvonne wouldn’t have brought up a topic like this at the dinner table. Not only would it make things
awkward, but it might also offend or anger someone. She would’ve been just as respectful to
Guinevere had she not taunted her earlier.
It was still dead silent at the dinner table. Weston calmly and gracefully cut up the beef steak into
smaller pieces. He then exchanged his plate with Guievere. He did this in complete silence, but he still
had the attention of everyone at the table. He showed that he was devoted to Guinevere without
needing to say a single word.
Stella lowered her head and focused on her plate of food the second she noticed Weston doing this.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, but her face remained expressionless.
She remembered the first dinner they had together after marrying Weston. They were in a fancy
restaurant and, just like now, they were also having steak. She remembered how Weston would cut up
the steak into bite-sized pieces for her just as he was doing now, as if it was his duty. She could not
help but laugh at herself. She had been so foolish as to be moved by that little gesture. She had
assumed that it was Weston showing his gentle side to her.
As it turned out, it was only a habit of his, borne out of his time with Guinevere. Guinevere’s face now
gradually regained its color. She gazed lovingly at the man beside him and thanked him sweetly. “Didn’t
I tell you,” Weston suddenly spoke as he wiped his hands, “that I will always care for you and our baby
even if we’re not married? A márriage license is nothing but a piece of paper.”
Yvonne pouted and snorted mockingly. She could tell, of course, that this man was trying to protect
Guinevere, Just as she was thinking of firing back again, Lucas suddenly grabbed her hand under the
table to warn her to stop, holding back what she had to say.
Stella had said nothing at all the whole time. She was trying to minimize her presence as much as she
could. The sight of those two as a happy couple made her feel a wave of disgust. She felt incredibly
sick when Yvonne mentioned that their child was already born. It made her think of. her child… She
thought of how their baby must now be showered with all the love in the world. Her child, on the other
hand, was nothing but a pile of flesh and blood…
What had they done to deserve the blissful happiness while treated awfully just because she wanted to
keep her only child? And now, she even had to change her name and run away to another city!
She had been nothing but a worthless plaything to them, or perhaps just collateral in their game of love.
Why did they not tell her that from the beginning? Why did they have to torment her?
As Stella put a morsel of fish into her mouth, she suddenly felt a rush of nausea surging up her throat.
Before she could control it, she threw up a little in her mouth.
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