Novel Drama Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Guinevere’s cautious and confused expression made Wendy laugh on the inside.
However, she didn’t show it.
She merely patted the back of Guinevere’s hand with a kind look on her face.
“No way.
We’ll be family soon, so I won’t be as courteous toward you as I would with guests.
But if you mind it…” Guinevere was surprised and quickly said, “I don’t mind.
I just thought you had some misunderstanding toward me… I’m sorry.” She looked Wendy in the eyes, but then averted her gaze out of guilt.
Then, she picked up a glass and held it to her lips as if trying to conceal her emotions.
*** On the balcony, Chris drew the curtains of the French windows.
Weston snorted a laugh.
“Are you feeling guilty? Afraid that someone would overhear?” When it was only the two of them, Chris no longer put on airs, but instead looked exhausted.” I know you feel aggrieved about this… But Gwen loves you so much, and the child… it still has the Ford family’s blood flowing in its veins, and you’re somehow related…” Chris suddenly became hesitant.
Perhaps Weston noticed the pretense and guilt in Chris’s words, he found it all ironic.
He stood tall with one hand holding the railing and the other tugging at his shirt collar’s button, hoping to breathe easier.
“Since you’ve already decided… Why are you asking my opinion now?” “Weston…” Chris looked at him and then probed, “You’ll still marry Gwen, won’t you? After all, she’s the only woman you’ve had by your side after all these years.” Then, he suddenly paused before adding, “That woman named Stella has already died from falling off a building.
No matter what kind of past you had with her, it’s time to let go.” Weston abruptly clenched his fists and his gaze became frightening.
Inside the ward, Stella had lost count of how many times she had woken up.
She stared up at the ceiling with her eyes feeling dry and came to accept the fact that she had survived.
She was lucky because the moment she fell, rescuers had dragged a cushion over in time. novelbin
She lived but her child didn’t.
The door opened and in came a man donning a suit.
Stella didn’t even look at him.
She just stared dazedly at the ceiling, looking lifeless as if she was dead, Ben Sullivan was Weston’s personal assistant and a person he could trust.
Ben had served Weston for a while now.
When he saw how Stella was behaving, he couldn’t resist furrowing his brows.
“Madam…” He had spoken out of reflex but later realized that he had made a mistake.
He paused and corrected himself.
“Ms.
Sealey, how are you feeling?” His professional tone didn’t rouse any reaction in Stella.
Ever since she was pronounced dead from falling off a building, and then hidden away here in a private hospital by Weston, she had been in this state.
She didn’t listen, wouldn’t see, didn’t speak, and wouldn’t respond.
Ben would visit almost every day, and the doctor said that Stella had physically recovered by now.
Her refusal to talk might be due to psychological reasons.
Ben knew a little bit of inside info.
He paused before saying, “Mr.
Sealey has been well taken care of.
If you are ready, Ms.
Sealey, you can leave tomorrow.” Stella finally gave some response upon hearing this.
She propped herself up and looked at the man.
The corners of her lips curled up despite her impassive face.
“Weston’s really quick at getting things done.
Is he afraid that I’ll become an eyesore to Guinevere again so he can only force me to play dead, change my name, and move to another city before he can rest easy?” – “Ms.
Sealey… I’m only following instructions.” Stella grabbed the bed sheet without saying anything.
Her lips turned pale from pursing her lips too hard.
She looked out the window and the trees’ shadows were reflected in her eyes.
She kept quiet.
Ben was forced to speak again, “Ms.
Sealey, please don’t make things difficult for Mr.
Ford…” Stella interrupted him, saying, “There’s one thing left that needs to be taken care of.”