Stella cried for a long time until she was finally drained of energy. She stared at the ground listlessly for a while, and then slowly raised her head to look at the villa. Jasper Milton didn't open the door at all. Was there a point for her to squat and cry her heart out over here? It was pointless. She stood up. Her blood glucose level was low, and she experienced a fleeting moment of blackout. After swaying a few times, she squatted down and shook her head. She tried her best to keep herself conscious so that she would not pass out here. She took out a piece of chocolate from her bag, ate it, and slowly closed her eyes. She was too dizzy. She could feel that her surroundings were turning upside down and she was about to faint. She forced herself to stand up and made a call, "Sean, locate my phone, and send someone to pick me up." "Why would you look for me?" Sean Yaleman asked suspiciously. "Let's talk about it when we meet," After fin
Moreover, she had a fever before this, and she had taken heavy doses of medicine then. She was afraid that she couldn't keep the child. Thinking that she was about to lose a child again, a sense of deepest grief surged in the bottom of her heart. Perhaps it was God's plan. However, she felt that something was amiss. She had been lying in the hospital for a week, and the doctor did not realize that she was pregnant at all. After she was discharged, she only spent a few days with Jasper. It was too early to judge that she was pregnant. She had to go to the hospital first to check out what was going on. Stella Grace stayed at Sean's place and had breakfast together. He would look at her occasionally from time to time, but no one could tell what he was thinking. It seemed as though he had something to say, but it seemed that he kept holding them back in the end and continued eating instead. Although Stella did not look at him, she noticed all his actions
Frederick Addington thought Stella Grace did not believe him, hence he explained, "When Jasper went to Stephen's island, Zoahs also sent someone over there. His men then informed him that they saw Hale there. After Hale left the island, Zoahs had full knowledge of her whereabouts. Zoahs felt that Jasper had deliberately let Hale go. He figured that once Jasper knew that Hale was caught, he would save her. However, Zoahs didn't know that the mission was fake from the very beginning." Stella was suspicious and frowned. "What's your role in this then? Do you work for Sean, Christian, or Zoahs? You seem to know a lot. Also, who asked you to study the virus? Or did you set up your own sect? What's your purpose?" Frederick drank up all the wine in his glass and put down the glass. "My purpose is not important. It doesn't matter who I am working for. I just want to know where Stella is and how much you know about her. If you have any idea which part of the South Pole she is
Stella Grace was stunned. She remembered that he had the God's Eyes, so it was easy for him to find her. Was he here to take her back? Jasper Milton came out of the elevator and handed her the bag in his hand. "Your stuff is in it. I packed them all in here. Your dog is inside too. The hotel does not allow pets. You'd better not let anyone discover it." Stella's heart sank. It turned out that he was here to return her things. "Well, I don't have the time to take care of him. Please take care of him for a while." Jasper fixed his eyes on her. He smirked and asked meaningfully, "Are you busy?" "Yes," Stella responded. Jasper opened the bag and picked up the dog. It started barking at Stella. Stella touched the dog's head. The little dog was so comfortable that it started whining and licking Stella's hands. Stella smiled happily. Jasper looked at her, and his eyes softened a little. However, he had already made up his mind. He tu
Stella Grace looked at Linda and smiled. She had studied about human character when she studied psychology in the United States. Most of the time, a person's character had something to do with the way they were raised. Children who came from a happy family were usually cheerful, while children who came from an unfortunate family were usually more depressed. However, there were many kinds of happy families, so there would be differences in their character. At first glance, Stella knew that Linda had grown up in a loving family. She was lively, bubbly, cute, and unrestrained. If Stella's mother hadn't gone missing, would she too have such an optimistic character? This kind of character was probably more likable, unlike hers... Stella's eyes dimmed when she thought of Jasper Milton. "Do you know any good men? You could introduce them to Linda," Allen's grandmother asked, Stella thought for a moment and pointed at Allen, "He's the best man I'
Stella Grace was sitting in the VIP lounge of the private hospital, waiting for the test results. When she brought them out yesterday, Linda had been complaining and regretting that she didn't run into the two handsome men again. Stella was really worried. However, Mr. Turner would soon return to France after the test results were out. Allen looked at Stella and said, "Don't worry. I've already talked to them. My grandmother assures us that they wouldn't say anything." Stella nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you. I have already asked you for help when we were abroad, and I still needed your help even when we're in my country." "You don't need to thank me. Just don't forget about our deal." Stella chuckled and said, "I have a yacht with a kitchen on it. I'll invite you all onboard. Does your grandmother get seasick easily?" "Mm, I don't think so," Allen said with a smile. The doctor soon came out with the report. "Doctor Chambe
Stella Grace had an inkling that Allen was referring to Jasper Milton. When she rushed out of the kitchen, she saw that it was indeed Jasper standing in front of her. He looked at her with deep eyes. He was holding the dog in his hand. Her mood sank and her eyes dimmed. It turned out that he was not here for her. He was here to return the dog. "It misses you," Jasper said in a low voice. "Well, put it in the kennel. It should still be around here somewhere. I'll feed it first," Stella went into the kitchen to get the dog's food. The little dog barked three times as though it was calling her. Stella came out with the dog food and led Jasper to the kennel on the bow. Jasper put the dog into the kennel and Stella poured the dog's food into its bowl. The little dog wagged its tail and whimpered softly. Stella then went and took a bowl of water. Jasper did not leave immediately. Instead, he started caressing the dog's head. Allen s
He had never meant to kill others in the first place. Jasper Milton nodded. "Yes. There is nothing more important than you and Dante for me." "What about your parents? After all, you are their only child," Stella Grace was worried. "I'll take them with us. I'll treat them well and let them enjoy the rest of their days," Jasper said. "Okay," Stella nodded. "Anyway, I should cook first. I haven't eaten lunch yet. I'm feeling a little hungry." "You're injured. Take a rest. I'll do it," Jasper said softly. "It's not a big deal." "Even if it's not a big deal, you should still rest," Jasper said. He proceeded to turn on the gas and started putting oil into the pan. Stella stood next to him and said, "What about the Dark Shadow? I've seen it myself. They are willing to go through thick and thin for you." Jasper put the chicken wings onto the pan. There was moisture on the chicken wings and they made a crackling noise as they hit the oil in
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