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."
"I love you no matter what. As long as you're with me, everything will be alright. Even if you don't love me, I will stay with you till the end of the world. If I have the person whom I love the most by my side, I will then die with no regrets," Frederick Addington declared. "Let's fight against Wilson. Do what you must," Stella Grace said softly. Without another word, she bowed her head and continued to eat. The waiter came over with the bill. Stella took out her wallet from her bag. "Ah Madam, someone has already paid for your table," the waiter said with a smile. Stella looked at Frederick. "It's not me," Frederick said. Stella's eyes sank as she turned towards the door. If it was not Frederick, then it must be Jasper Milton. She was already having dinner with Frederick. Why did Jasper pay the bill for them? She was like the old Stella, completely at a loss whenever it came to Jasper. "Who paid the bill?" Frederick asked.
One could never judge a person's character. You might think that you know a person, but you'd never know what was going in their minds. That was why people tend to speculate, hurt, and test others. Stella Grace could feel the coldness in Frederick's voice through the phone. She believed that everyone should bear responsibility for their actions. There would always be a reckoning. It was just a matter of time. Wilson Chuck only had himself to blame. "I'm sleepy. Good night, Frederick," Stella whispered. "You haven't said anything nice yet," Frederick Addington reminded her. "What do you want to hear? Thank you for giving me an extraordinary life? Or thank you for loving me to bits? Ha!" Stella chuckled. The sarcasm and blame in her voice was profound. Before Frederick could reply, she hung up, turned off her phone and placed it on the table. She felt dizzy and closed her eyes without turning off the lights. After awhile, she
Stella's heart tightened. She held Jasper's hand and asked anxiously, "Why are you so stubborn?" "Don't you think that you're the stubborn one? What you think is right might not be right," Jasper Milton said in a low voice. "But you have to take responsibility as a father. You have a son with Bettany. You need to think about your future together instead of wasting your time on a good-for-nothing person like me." Stella Grace said furiously. "Although that child was not what I wanted, he is still my biological son, so I will take care of him and protect him. I will perform my duty as a father. These things are not in conflict of me pursuing you," Jasper slashed back at her. "How many times do I have to say it in order for you to understand, it's impossible for you to..." Before she could finish her sentence, Jasper kissed her lips again and swallowed the words she was going to say. "Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door. Stella glimpsed at
Frederick Addington raised the corners of his lips slightly. As long as she was here with him. "You should rest. It's late. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll be at the door. Just look for me if you need anything," He eventually gave in and walked out. He closed the door behind him. Like a deflated balloon, Stella Grace lowered her shoulders and sat down feebly on the sofa, with her gaze firmly fixed on the front. Life was a gamble to begin with. If the odds were in his favor, it would bring joy to the person. But if one had lost the bet, then it would all be back to square one. She lay down on the sofa and rested for a while. Then she locked the door and went into the bathroom. It was already three o'clock in the morning when she was done with her bath and her laundry. She lay on the bed, and the scene with Jasper earlier flashed through her mind. Her vision was getting blurry, and she eventually closed her eyes. There were a lot of things she