Jasper Milton was shocked. "I forced myself on you? We have a child?" "The child is dead," Stella Grace said coldly. "You..." Jasper felt like he had been struck by lightning. He took some time to recover from the shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Did you tell me Bettany was still alive? You accompanied Bettany until midnight. Did you tell me that? You accompanied her to the hospital. Did you tell me that?" She suddenly felt drained, her rant had taken a lot out from her. They had already separated, yet they were still trying hard to trample on each other. It was the most childish thing they could do. It was toxic behavior. Stella calmed down and said, "It doesn't matter now. I've annulled our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I've torn up our marriage certificates. There's nothing between us anymore. Go take care of her." "What did you say?" Jasper's heart tightened. For the first time, he lost control. He gripped her arm tightly as if he was tr
When Jasper Milton returned to the guest room, Stella Grace had already taken a shower and changed into a white dress. "Where are you injured? Can you take a bath? The wound might get infected," Jasper said worriedly. She didn't want to answer him. "Let's push the meeting to tomorrow. You have something to do today, and I don't have the energy for the meeting. I'll rest for tonight, I'll be fine then," she said weakly. "We'll talk about it after a good rest. There's no need to rush the meeting. What should I do with these medicines?" Jasper asked. She rolled her eyes. "I've done the drip for today. That is for tomorrow. You should leave. I'll sleep after I take the medicine." Jasper went out and poured a glass of water. Stella had already put all the medicine she needed in her palm. She took the glass he handed to her and washed the pills down with a big mouthful of water. After that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Jasper sat on the
No wonder she went to the Second People's Hospital. "Have you seen enough?" Stella Grace said coldly. She pulled down her skirt, sat up, and looked at Jasper coldly. "Don't you think it's rude to reveal my scars without my permission?" "How did you get hurt?" Jasper Milton asked worriedly. Stella got up from the bed without looking at him. "You should not be worrying about me. I have nothing to do with you anymore." He stood behind her and said, "We agreed to get married together. Shouldn't we discuss our divorce too?" "We had already agreed before we got married. You cannot object if I want to get a divorce. This is in line with your promise." She took the diamond ring from her finger and returned it to him. He took the ring and threw it out the window. He was cold yet his eyes were red. "I won't agree to the divorce," he said determinedly. "It's done." Stella replied cruelly. Jasper held her arm. "I have to take care of Bettany. S
Stella stared at Jasper, her eyes deep and distant. She lowered her head and ate. "What's the matter?" he asked in confusion. "When the child was born, I was not able to see him clearly, so I'm not sure who he looked like. But he had really fair skin, his eyelashes were long, and his mouth was small. He had double eyelids too." Stella finally smiled when she talked about the child. He stared at her. "How did the child die?" "I don't know. When I gave birth to him, he was taken away by a group of people. I don't know who they were, and I couldn't find out either. I have been looking for him for more than five years. I've hit a dead end. But if he is still alive, he should be five years old," Stella said sadly. There was hope in Jasper's eyes. "So, you're not sure whether he's dead or not?" Stella stopped talking, lowered her head, and kept eating. "Could it be that your ex-husband did it?" Jasper guessed. "That's impossible. He did
Stella Grace opened her eyes. She saw a luxurious chandelier above her, reflecting the sunshine. It was already dawn. She was much calmer than last night. When one had too much melatonin in his body, it would make him feel annoyed, moody, depressed, and stubborn. She must have had a lot of serotonin in her body last night, which would explain her impulsivity and anger. Fortunately, the symptoms disappeared once the serotonin in her body metabolized. A good night's sleep was all she needed to recover. Stella sat up on the bed. Her wound had been bandaged while she was unconscious. Stella got out of bed and opened the door. Frederick Addington sat in front of a computer. When he saw her coming out, he immediately stood up and explained, "You fainted yesterday and your fever was 41 degrees. You'd better have a rest. I'll send someone to look after you." "Thank you, but there's no need for that. I feel much better now," Stella re
"I went for karaoke," Stella Grace said faintly and lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like black fans, covering her eyelids. Jasper Milton held her hand. Her hand was as cold as ice. He tightened his grip and said, "I went to the KTV to find you but you weren't there, only your bag and cell phone were." "With your capabilities as a Chief, would you not know where I was?" Stella retorted with a smile on her face. Her eyes were gentle, but there was no smile in them. She looked very strange. Jasper frowned. Apart from the location from her phone, he really couldn't find her. The tracker seemed to be broken so he couldn't trace her. After searching for the whole night, he finally found her location, and he immediately rushed over. However, he suspected that it was Frederick Addington who blocked the tracking device. She was covered with the stench of blood. He remained calm and restrained, but there was a surge of anger within
She had an unfulfilled wish. Back then, in order to be with Jasper Milton, Stella had travelled to Tavers Village to investigate the murder of State Mayor Cher, but it ended up costing Timmy Nine his life. Before Timmy died, he had given her the evidence. She promised to help Timmy fulfill his wish, and that she and Jasper would not get together until the murderer was found and brought to justice. Now, they were no longer together. Could it be because she had broken that promise? She was carrying the lives of a village on her back. Who was in front of her? Ryan Lameer. Back then, she had uncovered two suspects. One was Lionel Lausanne, and the other was Ryan Lameer. They were very close. Ryan had promoted Lionel. When Lionel was the mayor of Sun City, Ryan was already the deputy secretary of the state party committee. At that time, in order to investigate Lionel, Stella went undercover and even took the tes
Stella Grace was slightly stunned when she saw him. Didn't he leave in the morning? Didn't he say that it didn't matter if she asked for a week's leave? He even threw her bag out of the car. What did it mean, him appearing here? "Does the Chief have so much free time?" Stella asked bluntly. Her eyes were sharp like a thousand thorns, her voice unnerving. Jasper Milton looked at her deeply. She could see her reflection on his pair of black eyes. He was silent. Stella shifted uncomfortably. She grew restless. Her intrigue was answered with cold, silent treatment. So, she remained as silent as him. The two of them stood face to face, the atmosphere growing ever more awkward. In the end, Jasper spoke first in a soft voice. "Are you still angry?" In fact, he had been so angry that he drove off immediately without her. But he did not return to the military base. He traced her cell phone and found that she had gone to the hotel, an
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