Inside the car.
Seeing that Weston was late, the Cohen family‘s faces fell.
“I thought that even if the marriage contract were dissolved, the two families would still be tightly
knitted. I didn‘t expect the Ford family to just throw us away like that!”
As soon as Weston got in the car, he overheard their conversation.
He didn’t say a word, but he casually greeted them. Mr. Cohen sneered, “Our daughter is in your hands
now. When can you let her go?” Weston smiled with a poker face. “I don‘t want to cause any trouble,
and I won‘t kidnap anybody for no reason. It‘s just that she has done something I can‘t understand and
can‘t bear. Why won‘t you tell me the reason for her hatred towards Ella? Why does she treat her like
that?”
Their expressions dropped the moment they heard his question, especially Mrs. Cohen, who
completely lost her patience. “I think you know the reason. What is your relationship with Ella, and what
was your relationship with Guinevere? For a low–class woman, you‘re breaking off the marriage…”
She paused for a second as if trying to calm herself down. “She is angry that the effort she put in has
gone to waste, which is why she went to make trouble for Ella. Isn‘t that normal? Besides, you know
you‘re guilty as well. You‘re giving us so much profit to shut us up. So, what‘s the big deal if Guinevere
wants to cause some trouble for her?”
Weston‘s eyes suddenly turned cold.
“So, you do know that I‘ve been giving you profit. I thought you didn‘t know.”
He smiled, but his eyes were devoid of sincerity. Only coldness remained in them.
“Since you have all taken the benefits and kept quiet, then this matter should have ended. Who gave
you the right to cause trouble for Ella?”
He sat idle in front of the two of them calmly.
In the face of such a powerful aura, it seemed that these two elders were not being reasonable.
When Mrs. Cohen heard this, she became very unsatisfied. “How could you say that?! After all, you
and Guinevere have been in a relationship for many years. You shouldn‘t have treated her like that!”
Weston tapped his finger on the leather seat. “You kept talking about profit with me before, but now that
you got it, you‘re suddenly talking about feelings. What is it? Do you want to reap all the benefits, or do
you think I‘m stupid?”
Mrs. Cohen was so angry that her chest hurt, and she was unable to speak for a good while.
Meanwhile, Mr. Cohen still seemed a little sensible, but his face had become very dark.
After a while, he said to Weston in a compromising tone.” After all, the two of you have a child together.
Guinevere is Zachary‘s biological mother. It won‘t be good for the child if this goes out of control. For
his sake, can you just let it go?”
He sighed. “We will educate her well, and such things will not happen again. We will find her a good
match as soon as possible, and it won‘t affect the relationship between you and Ella.”
Weston smiled. “If you had said that earlier, of course, I would be overjoyed to see it happen.”
There was sarcasm hidden in his smile. “But now, Ella is still in the hospital. If I hadn‘t found out earlier,
she might have been sold to some underground bar by now. I won‘t let this go so easily.”
Mrs. Cohen couldn‘t help but chime in, “Don‘t you even care about Zachary? Gwen is his mother!”
Weston rubbed his brows and said impatiently. “Don‘t worry about it. After all, he‘s from the Ford family
and is still young, so he doesn‘t need to worry about such a mess.”
Mr. Cohen closed his eyes helplessly. “Are you disregarding our families‘ kinship for so many years?”
The young man‘s eyes were dull as he said, “It was Guinevere who threw out that kinship. When she
hurt Ella, she should have thought such a day would come.”
After speaking, he pushed open the door, got out of the car, and left.
Stella slept soundly.
Weston had finished reading one of his documents, but her eyes remained closed, and she was
breathing gently.
The man got up, sat beside her, and covered her with the quilt.
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