"Jasper, I asked you to sign the contract and marry Bettany because I didn't want you to harass me anymore. I'm telling you the truth. It really wasn't easy for me to get back with Frederick. If there's still an ounce of pity left in you, please let me go," Stella Grace pleaded in a low voice. Her pitiful display broke Jasper, you could see it in his eyes. Seeing him in pain bore a hole in her heart. She knew she had a bad attitude; she was indifferent, moody, negative, and guarded. How on Earth did she get Jasper Milton to like her? She had no regrets. Even if she died now, she would die engulfed in his warmth. That was all she could ask for. From the beginning to the end, God had never been merciful to her. Her greatest act of kindness might be to let Jasper go. Jasper was really a good person, he was brave and responsible. His sense of duty and justice was impeccable. He deserved better. "I'm asking you one last questio
Stella Grace lifted her chin and locked her gaze at Jasper Milton with a cold, hard stare. It was as if she was talking about someone else, and none of this involved her. "Frederick is the source of Stella's pain. How could that be love? The same thing goes for you. You bring nothing but pain to her. Therefore, you should just stay away from her from now on," Stella sneered. Jasper narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman standing before him. "Did you make a deal with Frederick?" "Aren't you very smart? If you want to know, you can find out for yourself. But I suggest that you don't. The truth would only bring you pain," Stella said with a cold smirk. Jasper stood still and did not speak. The atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Rolland Cher cleared his throat. "Well, I'll send you off," he said to Jasper. "Don't forget to return my bag," Stella reminded. Jasper glanced at her and went out. Rolland followed behind him. "Well, may I hav
"Junior?" Jasper thought of Stella. "Well, the gist of her thesis is that many mental patients are in pain and symptoms like tantrums, smashing things, self-mutilation, hurting others, dementia, forgetfulness, and even split personality are a result of them venting. If a mental patient could forget the pain of the past, they would lose some memories but will still be able to get on with their lives. She would hypnotize her patients to make them forget the source of their pain. She has cured many serious cases. You should check her out, she's very famous in the field," Micheal Zavier recommended. "The split personality was caused by pain. If hypnosis does not work, what should I do then?" Jasper Milton asked gloomily. "My junior once cured a split personality patient through hypnosis. She found the hidden self, lurking in the shadows away from the pain. She talked to the hidden self and guided it. You can try this with her." "What's her name?" Jasper
Stella Grace went to a shopping mall and bought some clothes, cosmetics, and a new bag. Her entire self was splashed with luxury. She was wearing branded clothes and a designer bag, complimented by her youthful and refreshing makeup. She turned heads, even at an exquisite hotel. She sent her room number to Frederick Addington and made a call to Ryan Lameer. "State Mayor Lameer, this is Stella Grace. Sorry for the delay. I have time this afternoon, is it convenient for me to go to your house?" Stella asked politely. "Yes, hurry up, my child..." Ryan paused. "The child's mother can no longer control him. He tried to commit suicide." "Ok. Send me the address, I'll go over now," Stella said with a smile. She took her bag and stuffed it with medicine and a baton. Within half an hour, she arrived. Ryan was not at home, but his housekeeper answered the door. "Hello, I'm the tutor hired by State Mayor Lameer," Stella greeted with a smil
Stella Grace picked up the biology book and waved it in front of him. "If that's who you want to be, you have to study hard. That's the only way you could get into a good school. What do you think?" Bobby's eyes dimmed. "Is this your way of getting me to study?" "Well, putting it in another way, I am trying to help you find the right and legal path to your dreams. You wouldn't want to die without accomplishing anything in your life, do you?" Stella said with a smile. Bobby Lameer was confused. "Do you really think I could get there by studying hard?" Stella put the biology book down. "Don't you have any faith in yourself? Everything is possible if you work hard. Also, I happen to know a forensic pathologist. I could arrange a private lesson for you." "Really? When? I can't wait!" Bobby said joyfully. Stella lay out her conditions. "That depends on your performance. I will apply for you to go back to school. You will have the monthly examinations.
Frederick walked up to Stella and sized her up, taking in her lovely face. She had put on some makeup. Her facial features were already naturally beautiful, but the makeup amplified her beauty. Her lips were curved, giving off a sensual smile. Her mesmerising beauty was something that did not come from her makeup. Her beauty was innate. Frederick's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to be so captivated by her beauty that his heart was spinning around in a frenzy. He looked her up and down. "I'm surprised that you came to pick me up." Stella turned around. "This shouldn't be enough to make you surprised. You should get used to it. Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner. There's a famous restaurant here, the food is really good. I've already made a reservation." He circled her waist with his hand and pulled her close. Stella looked up to meet his leering gaze. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Commander Addington, do you ever care for formality?"
"I'll do it. As long as you are willing to be with me, I am willing to do anything for you. You know this too," Frederick Addington said softly. Stella Grace supported her face on her arm and sized Frederick up. "Are you really willing to do anything?" "I'll do anything," Frederick said without thinking. "Okay. Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom." She got up and walked to the bathroom. After washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was confusion in her eyes. From what she had learned, love was nothing more than a chemical called dopamine. It was released when people were in love and made them feel sweet, refreshed, and immersed in their fantasy. It also severely lowered their IQ. They would obsess over their crush's positive attributes and overlook their shortcomings. It would eventually metabolize within three months. After that, it was not dopamine that maintained the relationship but personal effort, sense of responsibilit
Coldness flashed through Frederick's eyes. "Don't worry. He's your father, I won't touch him unprovoked." Stella Grace smiled charmingly at Frederick. "What if I let you deal with him?" Frederick Addington looked at Stella in confusion. Stella made a call and put the phone on speaker. "Hello, who is it?" It was Wilson Chuck's voice. "Dad, this is Stella." "Don't call me dad. You're no daughter of mine. I heard you hooked up with Jasper Milton. Do you know how notorious you are now?" Wilson said sternly. "No matter what, I'm still your daughter, aren't I? Your blood flows in my veins, you can't change that." "Shut up. Your blood came from that b*tch Celine. You're just like her. I will publicly disown you. Don't threaten me, I'm not afraid of you," Wilson said angrily. Stella's eyes were as cold as icicles, but she was still smiling. "It's okay if you disown me. I only have one condition, cooperate with me and cure my mother."