"Are you free tonight? I want to treat you to dinner," Bettany Hadley said softly. "Sorry, I'm not free tonight. I'm treating someone else to dinner," Stella Grace refused. "Then could we meet tomorrow at noon? I have something very important to tell you." "You could just say it now. We don't have to meet each other." Stella tried to avoid meeting up with Bettany. There was no particular reason for it, she just didn't want to. "I have something to give you. I'll wait for you in Room 302 at the Purple Garden Restaurant tomorrow. See you then." Bettany said and hung up the phone before Stella could answer her. Stella put her mobile phone into her bag. "Who is it?" Frederick Addington asked curiously. "It was Bettany," she replied. "She's bad news. I don't think you should go. Nothing good will come out of it. By the way, I heard that Jasper didn't marry her. Instead, he gave her the house and the rest of his savings," Frederick said with an
Stella Grace deleted the number, threw the phone on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed. She was so tired that she fell asleep without taking a bath. She had a dream. She dreamed that she was sitting on a boat, surrounded by a lake that stretched into the horizon. The sparkling surface of the lake reflected her face. Jasper Milton was also on the boat. He leaned over, kissed her, took off her clothes, and made love with her. As she reached the peak of pleasure, Jasper's face suddenly turned into Frederick's. She was startled at the change and tried to escape in a panic. Frederick held onto her waist to prevent her from leaving and forced her to have sex with him. She kicked him away in fear but couldn't retreat, so she immediately jumped into the lake. At the bottom of the lake, she saw a woman who was also naked. She swam towards her, and saw the woman's face. She looked exactly like her, and her face was full of tears. She
Stella Grace hung up the phone. She was lost in her thoughts. "What's wrong?" Frederick Addington asked as he held her cold hand. Stella shook her head and said, "I heard some shocking news, so I'm feeling a little flustered." "You always think too much and keep everything to yourself. You'll get depressed if you go on like this. Stella, you should make more friends," Frederick suddenly suggested. "Real friendships are few and far in between. Those whom you associate with regularly tend to become bad people. On the other hand, those whom you rarely interact with would be the ones who were always there for you. Sometimes a friend can be scarier than an enemy. I would rather have a few true friends than a lot of meaningless friends," Stella retorted. Frederick nodded. "You're right. You already have me." "Ha." Stella let out a laugh and looked out of the window. Somehow, her smile made him uncomfortable. "We're here." Frederick reminded her
She cried for more than ten minutes. Her face was covered with tears and snot and her eyes were swollen. She struggled to catch her breath and her mind was blank. After that, she came out of the bathroom stall, walked to the mirror, and washed her face. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath and traced her fingers along the pale face reflected on it and whispered, "Don't be sad. Jasper is gone, but I will accompany you and protect you forever. From now on, no one can hurt you." The cleaner came in and looked at Stella strangely. Stella Grace glanced at the cleaner, straightened her back and walked out of the bathroom. Before the door was closed, she heard the cleaner saying, "Crazy woman." She trembled and her hands, which were hanging by her sides, were also shaking. She pushed the door open and glared at the cleaner with sharp eyes. "What did you say?" The cleaner saw that Stella was angry. She was, after al
"You can't just simply follow strangers. I don't know you. You should ask your mother to take you to the place you want to go to." Stella rubbed the kid's head and said softly. "I can't let my mother know that place, otherwise, I will be taken away, but I have to get a very important thing from that place. Auntie, I believe in you, so please help me, okay? Otherwise, I will die." The kid pleaded. "Where do you need to go? What important thing are you talking about?" Stella asked vigilantly. "I hid a map at that place a while ago, but I'll only know where its exact location is after I arrive at that place. I've made a mark there previously," he said. Stella frowned and looked at the little child. "What map?" "Its about the base. I'm going to retrieve it and give it to my father," said the child. The corner of Stella's lips curled upwards. She found a loophole in the child's words. "Then you should go to your father and tell him about the map, no
"Why? How am I not raising him well?" Bettany's eyes turned red with rage as she looked at Jasper Milton. "At such a young age, Ralph has already learned how to hurt himself to frame others. If you don't correct this character, he will only walk down a dark path when he grows up. Do you think you have done a good job teaching him?" He asked bluntly. "I don't believe that Stella actually hit him. What do you mean if I have done a good job teaching him or not? You can't put the blame on me. At least I didn't do anything to hurt you." Bettany Hadley said with grievance. Jasper's eyes darkened, and their conversation stopped here. "I'll send you to the hospital first. Ralph has a head injury. He needs to get it checked out." Bettany turned her face and saw Stella Grace in the distance. Her eyes flickered slightly and she said to Jasper, "Give Ralph a hug. Even if he is in the wrong, he is still a child. I don't want him to feel that he lacks love. That would only ma
She was not exactly looking forward to his surprise. She would be thrilled if there weren't any shock left for her in her life. Stella Grace got on the train. Greg Miles had booked a first-class seat for her. For some reason, she felt as if she would doze off anytime. it was like her body was trying to make up for the lost sleep from her previous bout of insomnia. She took a nap as soon as she got onto the train. However, she was awakened by the sound of her ringtone. She looked at the time. It was already 9:30 p.m. It was Bryan Fellow who was calling her. "You're about to arrive at the station, right? I'm already outside, waiting to pick you up. See you later," he said politely. The thought of being reunited with an old friend made her happy. "Have you been transferred to the police station of Yale City?" "Yeah, a big case happened in Yale Cit as soon as I was transferred. It's a bit of a hassle for us to attend to it directly, so it's better
She had already guessed that Bobby Lameer would know about her true identity. When she left the Lameer residence that day, Bobby had thrown a tantrum when he'd returned home. His mother must have said a lot of bad things about her, including revealing her true identity. "I know that you had a bit of an incident, so I came to help you as soon as I could. Do you hate the fact that I'm a psychologist now?" Stella Grace joked. "Help me?" Bobby snorted. "Just how much did my father pay you?" "Your father used to hire me as a contracted psychologist. I have since already earned my salary. This time, I didn't get anything from him," Stella said firmly, looking at Bobby intently. He carefully observed her expression to see if he could discern any hint of untruth, but there wasn't any. "Did you really come here to save me because you care about me?" Bobby was a little shaken. "The law states that one is innocent until proven guilty. As long as you