He could barely accept Zeta speaking up for Ella and gave her the benefit of the doubt that she might
have misjudged the kind of person Ella was. That would have been understandable.
What’s more, for all he knew, Zeta might have done it out of spite toward him and deliberately ganged
up with that woman against him.
But Old Mr. Ford was an intelligent and sharp man. Why would he bother speaking up for Stella?
Old Mr. Ford furrowed his brows and said sharply, “Who asked you to stand up?”
Xavier knelt back down reluctantly.
“Whatever it is, stay here and reflect upon your mistakes! When you’ve thought things through, call
me.”
With that, Old Mr. Ford stood up and left.
Stella instinctively turned to her side. Weston held his arm around her waist and waited outside the hall.
Old Mr. Ford appeared to have expected their arrival as he glanced carelessly at them. “Have you had
enough of the excitement?”
Stella felt incredibly awkward and uneasy, as if she had been caught eavesdropping.
Weston, on the other hand, sat calm and composed next to her. He toyed with a lock of her hair
leisurely, “Not really. It’s rare to see him humble and obedient.”
Given how much Old Mr. Ford doted on Xavier, everyone in the Ford family gave in to him.
Old Mr. Ford was serious about teaching him a lesson this time round.
He smiled.
It made him look kindly. “I know who you’re most concerned about. There’s nothing wrong for a man to
be concerned for his own woman.”
He looked at Stella smilingly, “Isn’t that so, Ella?”
If it weren’t for the consensus they had reached earlier and knowing that Old Mr. Ford would think of a
way to send her away eventually, Stella would have thought he was supportive of her and Weston
being together.
She nodded with a smile. “Thankyou, Grandpa.”
Her address made Weston happy.
He pinched her long, lithe fingers and interlocked his fingers with hers. “So anxious to claim my
grandfather as yours?”
Stella looked down in silence.
She even looked slightly bashful.
Old Mr. Ford observed their interaction and simply smiled.
He sipped his tea and said, “Weston, you’re different from your father and uncle. For one, you’re a lot
more reliable, and they have no say in their marriage. Things aren’t the same for you.”
He meant something else deeper.
Marriage alliances were but a way to strengthen their power in the circle. Wealthy heirs and heiresses
have their fate sealed the moment they were born.
Only those heirs and heiresses with true capabilities had a right to dictate their destiny.
Yet, a good majority of these heirs and heiresses ended up walking down the path of marriage
alliances anyway.
Who would reject a win-win situation? Very few would sacrifice their lofty ambitions for the sake of
something as fleeting as love and romance.
Of course, there were young, reckless, and emotional heirs and heiresses, but they would eventually
end up walking down the same path.
Old Mr. Ford was very clear about that, but he said to Weston, “ You’re outstanding in every work at
work, which is why I will not interfere with your marriage. I only hope that you’ll be happy.”
Even though Weston was already married once, it was only for a year, and he made a clean break.
Therefore, no one in the Ford family probed much into it.
They simply treated it as an innocent mistake.
Stella stood at a side and was in awe at what Old Mr. Ford said.
It wasn’t difficult to conclude that Old Mr. Ford wouldn’t be blamed if she were to break things off with
Weston. After all, he was so supportive of her being with Weston.
Weston would only have her to blame.
Even so, Stella didn’t care.
She couldn’t be bothered about Weston’s attitude toward her.
He could hate her or feel guilty, but as long as she could leave him, he could think whatever he wanted
of her.
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