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
Frederick Addington was angry and hurt. He let go of her and said, "Stella, you can't have both. It's impossible for you to have Jasper and the child. If you want Jasper, I won't give the child to you. I will tell Titus that you chose love and abandoned him." "Titus is still young, you'll traumatize him," Stella cried anxiously. She was so disgusted with Frederick at that moment. "Isn't this your choice? Love or family, you can only choose one," Frederick said firmly, staring at Stella. Stella Grace fixed her eyes on Frederick, her mind in turmoil. Why couldn't romantic love and family love go hand in hand? The child clearly belonged to her and Jasper. She could go to Jasper. Now that she knew how he looked like, it was only a matter of time before they tracked Titus down with facial recognition software. Stella slowly regained her clarity. She had to leave now. She couldn't provoke Frederick, so she had to retreat carefully. "I have to think abou