There was no traffic jam at two o'clock. He arrived at Wilson Chuck's house in 20 minutes. Felicia Chuck ran to meet him, her face meticulously made up. "Frederick, you're back." Frederick smiled deviously. "Where is your father?" "How could my father be at home at this hour? He's not the director of the company like you. You can decide on your work hours. I haven't seen you for several days. What are you busy with recently?" Felicia asked enthusiastically. "It's the end of the year, so there's more work to be done. How about you come over and be my assistant from tomorrow onward?" He walked into the house and looked around until his eyes fell on Stella's door. Felicia was very happy. "No, I don't want to. If I go to your workplace, you'll find me annoying when you're busy. I'm fine with staying at home now since I get my money from you." Frederick was disgusted by her. Stella would never ask him for money. Even if he gave it to her willi
The nurse pointed to the medical device and said, "Doctor, her heartbeat has resumed!" Frederick Addington was so excited that he squeezed Stella Grace's hand and pressed it hard against his lips. Warm tears streamed down the back of her hand. "Stella, it's so good that you're alive. I'm so glad that you're alive," Frederick whispered to himself in a trembling voice, gazing at Stella's face with affection. She was beautiful even when she was asleep. She was so graceful, and she was one of a kind. The burning pain in her wrist woke her up. She opened her eyes. Her eyes were as calm as still water. The first thing that caught her eye was the white ceiling. There was the smell of disinfectant in her nose. She instantly knew where she was. She didn't feel any pain when she was dying. As soon as she woke up, not only did she feel distressed, her wrist hurt. She once heard a saying, "The purpose of life is to pass
There was a saying that time is the best medicine. How long must one take to forget pain? How long must one take to forget someone? Which is the right path for her to take? A person had to experience various jobs in order to find the most suitable one. Stella Grace wanted to go abroad to study psychology. She knew that she was sick, that she was not mentally well. She could not rely on others. She wanted to be independent and save herself. But to do this, she required a huge amount of money. Moreover it was not easy to enroll in a university she wanted. Psychology in the United States was way more advanced than A Country. Numerous mental health clinics were built there for the past 20 years. Seeing a psychiatrist was just as common as visiting a general practitioner there. After she was discharged from the hospital, she made a phone call to Greg Miles. She told him her plans. She needed his help to arrange things.
It felt like forever since they last saw each other. The flight attendant repeated the announcement but no doctors came forth. Elsa Milton became even more anxious. Stella Grace squatted in front of the pregnant woman and asked, "Do you remember when was the last time you did an ultrasound?" Jasper Milton looked at her in surprise. "Is it really you?" Stella looked at him, "I was an obstetrician in A City four years ago. Don't worry, I will make sure both the mother and the baby will be safe." Stella directed her words at Elsa to calm her down. This was to ensure the delivery to go smoother. Sure enough, Elsa slowly calmed down. "I did an ultrasound a week ago. The fetus looked fine, and its position was appropriate for delivery. The umbilical cord was not wrapped around the fetus. The doctor suggested I go for natural birth," Elsa said. "Is this your first or second delivery?" she asked calmly. "It's my sister's first time gi
Jasper Milton realized what he had done and pulled his hands back. This brought back memories of alienation and conceit, and with them the forgotten bitterness and cold. "There is one thing that I haven't figured out. I hope you can tell me the truth," Jasper asked seriously. Stella Grace smiled tightly, "I read a book once. Apparently in our whole lifetime, we would have done three things we regretted, and three things that we are proud of. Learn to let go and stop being so stubborn. I have to go and check on your sister now. She just gave birth to a baby, I need to examine her properly." Stella turned around. "Am I the reason you left the Inspection Institute and Sun City?" Jasper asked. Stella stopped and turned back towards him, her eyes full of confidence and maturity. "I left because I wanted to be responsible for myself. It had nothing to do with anyone. Stop worrying about it, Chief." Jasper's gaze darkened. Stella entered the pri
The old Stella Grace would have been intimidated. Jasper Milton scrutinized her with an intense gaze. She remained calm. She asked with a smile, "You are troubled by the thought, aren't you?" Jasper tried to discern her reaction. It was in vain. She just smiled winsomely, as if it didn't matter to her. Jasper held her gaze. "Is it true?" "The past is in the past. You don't have to care about it so much. It is meaningless to know whether we have loved each other in the past. Perhaps, I was the only one who was in love? As time goes by, any impetuous thoughts should stay in that impetuous past," Stella said jokingly. "Stop talking nonsense. I only want to know if we dated before?" Jasper said in a serious tone. Stella paused for a moment and answered, "No, we didn't." Jasper glared at her. "Is it fun to talk so much nonsense? Do you think I have time t
"Haha." Stella Grace chuckled. "I don't think I'm interested." Greg Miles was stunned. Stella's smile brightened. "I was just joking. I remember my promise to you." "You've become quite mischievous. I'm so glad to see you in such high spirits," Greg said in a gentle tone. Stella did not respond to him, and she pressed the 'down' button for the elevator. "I was worried when I heard your university offered you a job as a professor, and that even FBI invited you to join them. The cases you participated in were very famous, so I thought you may not want to come back," Greg said. "Since I'd already promised you, of course I have to come back. But I have something to discuss with you. I can work for you but I want to open my own mental health clinic. What do you think? " Stella offered, not assertively. "Sure. I wasn't able to help you a lot financially then, and I didn't think you'd be so g
Stella Grace closed her notebook. "Do you have any clues?" At the same time, the waiter served the dishes. "Would I be seeking help from my senior if I did? I am so lost now. The worse thing is that General Jacob set a deadline. How am I supposed to solve this case?" Greg lamented hopelessly. Stella chuckled. "There must be a way. Let's go to Angie's house after this." "Yeah, it should be fine. I have to call the Director before we go. The Director is even more stressed than I am. I think Mr. Shine isn't home at this hour, so it shouldn't be difficult to get into his house," Greg said. "Why would it be less difficult?" Stella asked casually. "I mean, who will be fine with someone entering their house to look around?" Greg said. "I thought he was a very arrogant person." Stella suddenly thought of the pregnant girl. "Does Angie have any children?" "Yes, a boy. He is a Lieutenant in Jasper Milton's military area. Since his mother just died,
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t