"Yes, it's all the way inside," Skye replied. Stella left the room and walked towards the kitchen. There was someone preparing breakfast inside. She grabbed a pot and added a lot of water inside. She then took a few fresh tomatoes and onions from the pantry. "We have prepared your breakfast," Skye informed. "But you didn't prepare my husband's," Stella said firmly. "Mr. Milton has the IV drip. It has sufficient nutrients for him," Skye explained. "His brain is damaged, but his other organs still work. If he doesn't eat proper food, then the other parts of his body will deteriorate," Stella said as she chopped up the onions and poured them into the pot. "Let me remind you that if he eats, he will defecate," Skye warned. "I know, and that's up to me. He's my husband, and I'll take care of him. Plus, I was also a doctor before. Don't worry," Stella said firmly. Instead of arguing with her, Skye sneaked out and reported this to Be
"You..." Jasper uttered a single word. "Ah..." Jasper frowned and was very anxious, "him... then." Stella didn't understand what he was saying. She looked at his eyes and saw the panic and pain in them. She explained, "Those who have been in a coma for a long time might suffer from speech difficulties. Some don't even remember their family. It'll be as though they have amnesia. Don't worry, we'll take things slowly." After hearing Stella's words, Jasper relaxed and stared at her fondly. Skye flashed a look at the doctors, hinting to give Stella and Jasper some privacy. He picked up the baby from her arms and said," I'll let you two talk for a while." Then, all of them left the room. Stella got up and placed a pillow behind Jasper. She remembered that when they first met, a clothes rack had crashed on him when he tried to save her. Back then, she had placed a pillow behind him just like this. "Don't worry, you've been in a coma for a year
Jasper looked at Stella in surprise. "Da-gu-ba.." He still couldn't speak properly. Stella could more or less tell what he wanted to say, so she replied, "Yes, your father predicted that something would happen. When your mother gave birth to the both of you, he had someone bring your brother away. Now that Christian and Quinn are dead, he..." Stella looked towards Bellamy. "I'm the President now, I've fulfilled our father's wish. You may wish to relinquish this burden and spend the rest of your life with your wife, Jasper," Bellamy took over the explaining. Jasper looked deeply into Bellamy's eyes. Even with Jasper and Bellamy standing side by side, Stella could still tell the two apart with just one glance. Jasper's eyes sunk even further. His body gave off a cold, distant aura. Bellamy was more unpredictable. He was more free-spirited and he smiled a lot. Nobody could figure out what his next move would be. "Has it been a year since yo
Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Bellamy quickly explained himself, "I thought that you were going to die. You went into shock many times. I was worried that she would take her own life, that's why I pretended to be you for a while. But don't worry, I didn't do anything inappropriate with her." Jasper still looked indifferent. Bellamy chuckled and patted Jasper on the shoulder, "Kid, why are you being so cool?" Jasper remained silent. "Da-da, da-da," the baby called out all of a sudden. Jasper turned to look at his son. The little baby was teething, so he was biting on the bottom of the bottle. When he saw Jasper looking at him, he quickly waved his hands up and down and cooed loudly, "Da-da, da-da, da-da." "You're so adorable, can I carry you?" Bellamy teased the baby. He picked the baby up without asking Jasper for permission. The baby quieted down after he was picked up. He peered at Bellamy with his large eyes, then looked at Jas
Stella was also very happy. He sat back in the wheelchair and Stella pushed him back to the ward. The door creaked loudly when she pushed the door open. This caused Sandro to flip over in the bed and start wailing. Worried, Stella patted Sandro back to sleep. When she turned back to help Jasper in, she saw that he had already gotten into bed on his own. Jasper was always like that. He preferred to carry all the responsibility on his own shoulders instead of sharing it with someone else. Stella climbed into bed with him. His bed was only 1.5 by 2 meters wide. Curling up in his arms, her heart was full. It was the first day since he woke up, but it felt as though he had never left. Now that she felt more at peace and also tired from the fatigue of the entire day, Stella fell asleep soon after she closed her eyes. However, not long after she fell asleep, she heard Sandro crying, so she immediately woke up. Jasper's eyes fle
However, everything between them was in the past. She didn't want to go back to being in the eye of the storm. Only by living a new life could she be happy. "He was originally one of Sean's men, so what do you think? Plus, he could always leave and live a new life. Just let him go. There'll be more talented people popping up. Someone with that high of a position has to be good in managing people, not polishing their own capabilities." The more Bellamy listened to her, the more he felt that Stella was the best candidate to help him. But... He had sacrificed his own marriage to attain this position. There were a lot of things that he wouldn't be able to own in this lifetime. Something crossed his mind when he saw Stella's child today. At least he could enjoy their happiness in his dreams. Jasper was like his doppelgänger. He had enough weight to carry on his shoulders, so why would he allow his doppelgänger to go through even more?
He got up from the wheelchair by himself. Stella turned around to grab a small knife and tried to pull the pumpkin off its skin. Jasper looked at her back with a thoughtful gaze. Stella handed him the knife and the peeled pumpkin and said, "Thank you for your help." The doctors looked at each other and ate quickly, intending to give Stella and Jasper some privacy. "Stella, leave Sandro to us," the last doctor who left the kitchen said before stepping out. "Thank you," Stella said with a smile. All of a sudden, she felt that her life wasn't bad at all. It was easy and fulfilling to her, and every day felt like a sunny day. She put the salmon fillet into the microwave oven to defrost, then simmered some tomato sauce for herself. All of a sudden, she remembered that Jasper couldn't speak, so if she didn't, the whole kitchen would be very quiet. Worried that Jasper would overthink, she purposely told him a joke. "I was watching t
"Let them stay. You could just give them something to do, like, researching the brain. Plus, it doesn't just have to be on my brain," Jasper proposed. Stella was enlightened. "Why didn't I think of that? That benefits everyone. I'm sure that Bellamy will agree to it, I should tell him now in case I forget about it later. After giving birth to Sandro, my memory isn't as good as before." "Mm," Jasper replied. As he said this, it was as if there was a dark cloud hovering above his eyes. However, Stella did not seem to notice it... She dialed Bellamy's number. He picked up just after three rings. Speaking in a gentle tone, he said, "Stella, what's wrong?" "Here's the thing. Since Jasper has woken up, what are the doctors suppose to do now?" Stella asked. "I have a lot on my plate these days, I didn't have the time to think if I should let them go. What do you think?" Bellamy said as he flipped through his files. "Well, you were the one who brought thes
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