Stella and Jasper went to have breakfast together. She bought some french toasts and a bottle of orange juice. After thinking for a while, she added a few pieces of pancakes and a small bowl of mushroom soup into her order. "Why are you buying so much?" Jasper asked puzzledly. "Your mother may still be there. We can't buy it for Bettany and not for your mother," Stella Grace said softly. Jasper Milton looked at her tenderly. "You really are a gentle, considerate and generous person. Sadly, my mother is just prejudiced against you. Otherwise, you two would have gotten along quite well," he sighed. "It's the will of the heavens. It doesn't matter. I'll do what I must. It's her business whether she accepts it or not. Let's go, or the breakfast will be cold." Stella walked out of the door first. Jasper drove. Along the way, she was nervous. She followed him to the door of the ward. Jasper knocked on the door and pushed it open.
Did she really want her son to follow his father's path? Could an engagement without love lead to happiness? Was she really happy? No, all she could feel now was helplessness. She had given up hope on her marriage and her life long ago. Suzi Shine couldn't figure it out. She hung up the phone and went to call a doctor. She followed the doctor to the ward. The doctor opened Bettany's eyes, waking her up. She held Jasper's hand and pleaded weakly, "Don't go." The doctor looked at Jasper and said, "The patient's situation is very bad. Because she had lost a lot of blood, her blood pressure is very low. What's more, her mental state is still unstable, so please don't aggravate her." Jasper looked at Bettany. Bettany Hadley smiled. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm a little hungry now. What breakfast have you and your wife brought? I want to eat now, can I?" Jasper Milton untied the plastic bag, opened the boxes of food, and handed
At nine o'clock, Jasper Milton returned to the military base following Stella's persuasion. Stella Grace went to the appointed place. It was still early. She took out a pen and started customising the psychological test paper. Her phone rang. It was from an unknown number. Judging from its country code, it should be from the US. She cautiously answered it. "Hello, who is this?" "Excuse me, are you the psychologist, Miss Stella Grace? I'm Nelly Spears' assistant. She has encountered some problems. She is requesting for your consultation, and we will pay you according to your "ation," the assistant said. Stella knew that the actress called Nelly Spears was a very competitive actress. She was very beautiful and she came from a good family, but her acting left a lot to be desired. "Okay, give her my number," Stella said softly. "Hello, doctor. I'm Nelly. I feel like I'm going to break down at any moment. I need your help," Nelly said very dej
Nelly Spears suddenly perked up. "Are you talking about Brittney?" "I don't know for sure, but some of them might be your enemy. There will definitely be haters. First of all, you haven't offended these haters, have you?" Stella asked. "They are nothing to me. I'm busy filming every day, I don't even have the time to offend them. I don't even know why they hate me so much!" Nelly frowned. "Maybe you are too popular and they're jealous of your success. Or maybe they hate you for having a relationship with their Prince Charming or taking their goddesses' role. Some of them are probably just uneducated. "Let's imagine life as a TV show. Do you think the heroine will attack others casually because of some trivial things? Trample them, slander them, and expose their bad temper?" Stella asked softly. "Of course not. That sounds like what an antagonist would do instead. Or at most, the third or fourth female lead character." "That is why, as the leading lad
Stella Grace chuckled. "I know it must be dangerous. How could that be? Are you a spy?" Rolland Cher just gave her a guarded, restrained smile. Stella knew that was all she was getting, so she stopped asking. She bowed her head and took a sip of coffee. The tension quickly dissipated, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere. Rolland cleared his throat. "Do you like history?" "I took a class on domestic and foreign history when I was studying psychology abroad. It was mainly about analyzing historical figures. Why? Do you?" Stella asked casually. "My ex-girlfriend's father likes it. He is an expert in this area. He contributes to the research of ancient geographical landscapes. He can restore maps of entire time periods, and places where important events had happened in the past," Rolland explained. Stella recalled a map she acquired at Tavers Village. Perhaps his ex-girlfriend's father could analyze it. Wait a minute, Rolland and Ryan knew e
From the way Rolland Cher spoke, Stella Grace could tell he was a knowledgeable man. "I will only do my part," Stella said meaningfully. "That's good. I suddenly regret introducing him to you." There was an implicit message to Rolland's words. Stella did not ask why. She was vaguely confident in her earlier assessment. Ryan Lameer arrived after 11 o'clock. He smiled at Stella politely. "I'm sorry, I met a friend, and there was heavy traffic when I came, so I'm late." "Get to the point," Stella said curtly. "I agree to your proposal. May I know when you are available to go to Yale City?" Ryan asked politely. "You live in Yale City?" Stella was very surprised. Yale City was not the capital city. "Yale City is my hometown. My wife and son live there. I usually go back on weekends. I would stay a little longer if there's an investigation," Ryan said. "I see. I can set out tomorrow. I'll draw up the contract at the institute later, ple
Stella Grace, "..." For a moment, she was speechless. "I don't know him well. Let's get down to business first. He has an ex-girlfriend whose father is a geologist who knows Ryan. His company is collaborating with a construction company to acquire that piece of land. I suspect that it is the location marked on the map of Tavers Village," Stella said calmly. "His ex-girlfriend? So he doesn't have a girlfriend now," Jasper said insidiously. Stella sighed. "He should have a girlfriend now. I don't know him that well. Besides, I'm already a military bride. Don't you think you're thinking too much?" "Good, as long as you are aware. I'll look into the land you mentioned. We can just confiscate it from them. None of them can get their hands on it then," Jasper said succinctly. Stella thought it was great and smiled. "There's one more thing. I'm on my way back to the military base. I'm leaving for Yale City tomorrow. It's also Ryan's hometown. I'm going to b
As an extra precaution, Stella Grace bought pepper spray and a stun gun and put them in her bag on her way to Frederick's villa. It took her an hour to get there. She entered the password, which was still Felicia Chuck's birthday. Ironic, wasn't it? The door opened and Stella walked in. Frederick Addington and the little fellow were sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. Stella was shocked when she saw the child. He looked like a mini version of her. He looked just like her when she was small. Frederick suddenly smiled deviously at Stella. "Why are you still standing there? The groceries are all in the kitchen. We're waiting for you to cook. Titus and I haven't eaten yet." Titus looked at Stella with a pair of stunning black eyes. "Are you my mommy?" he asked in a squeaky voice. Stella walked toward the little fellow in a daze and squatted down in front of him. She was too shocked, and her mind was blank. She studied his face. Titu
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