"He won't return. Am I right?" Stella asked softly. "Jasper knew what he wanted ever since he was a child and he will achieve it on his own accord. He didn't need to work so hard. With help from his father, life would have been much easier, but he refused. He started from a soldier in the special forces and became a general without any help," Suzi replied. "He is a headstrong person who only listens to himself regardless of what others think, whether it's right or wrong. He treats his family and his lover the same. He feels that he is responsible for his friends, the military base, the country, and even the world. However, he owes his family and lover," Stella snapped. "Perhaps to him, those he loves are all part of him." "So we deserve to suffer when he leaves us?" Stella's eyes turned red again. It was bloodshot red. Suzi held Stella's hand. "I understand your rage. You waited for him for so long. He left because he didn't want you to worry."
She would rather end her life than die of insanity like her mother. However, she would still be left with nothing, even if everything ended. There was no love in this chase, no destination in mind... Perhaps, the best solution would be to hypnotize herself. She succeeded once, so she should be able to perform it a second time. She wished to forget about Jasper and everything related to him, including Sandro through the hypnotism. Only by ending the source of her agony could she be no longer in distress. Anthea realized that something was off with Stella and she brought Sandro to play in the room. She stared at the clock on the wall as time passed. She remained motionless like a sculpture, ignoring her surrounding completely. Seeing Stella's anguish made Suzi worried. She approached Stella again and said, "Don't wait anymore. It's almost noon. You didn't eat anything since the day before and you were awake the entire night. Your bod
Suzi knew that both Stella and Jasper were of the same kind. It was useless for others to intervene in their decisions. They were more rational and intelligent than anyone else. They could foresee how the event would unravel and view the current situation from a different perspective. She entered Stella's room and reminded her, "After you leave, remember to take care of yourself. Nothing is more important than your health." "Mom, you must take care of yourself as well," Stella responded sincerely. "I will take good care of Sandro. Don't worry. When you are tired of wandering, you can return anytime. I will wait for you," With her eyes red, Suzi turned her face away. She wiped her tears and left Stella's room. Stella shifted her gaze to the door and tears coursed down her cheeks. She would never return. Even if Jasper came back alive, she would never return. She was exhausted. The relationship had drained all of her energy, even her will.
"Miss Grace, will you be able to stay happy every day?" a reporter asked. Stella smiled, "Of course not. I will be annoyed when I realize I did not bring an umbrella when it started raining. I will also be under pressure when the patient's family fails to understand my efforts. I will feel unwell when I catch a cold, and furious when someone deceives me. I will feel gloomy when I don't get to eat and I will be in distress if the person I love rejected me. Humans can experience many emotional changes in a day, but as long as we know how to control our emotions and regain our rationality, we can embrace happiness easily. As long as there is a possible solution to a problem, then there isn't any reason to be anxious." "What if there's no solution to the problem?" "Good question. If we fail to resolve an issue and it can't be solved by any means, giving up will be the preferred option. As long as you are willing to let it go, you will gain something new as gains and sacri
"Did he pay by using the mobile app or by cash?" Stella asked. If he did not pay in cash, she would be able to return the money. She was not used to strangers paying for her meal. "It was paid by cash. He is a very handsome man. He sat near you and covered you with a blanket while you were asleep. He's also from A Country," The waitress said admirably. Stella raised a smile. It seemed that she would not be able to return the money. Meeting a compatriot who showed kindness and compassion without expecting anything in return in a foreign country was heartwarming. She liked this warm feeling. "Thank you." Stella picked up her bag and left. Her phone rang once she stepped out of the café. It was the Police Commissioner. She answered the call. "Miss Grace, I'm Vann. Are you free now?" the Police Commissioner asked politely. Stella had cooperated with the police station several times before, hence she knew that they must have something regarding th
Stella got nervous. She took out a self-defense baton and turned a corner quickly. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the footsteps approaching quietly. One, two, three. Stella suddenly walked out of the corner and looked fearlessly at the person who was following her. She frowned and said, "It's you? Why are you following me?" "That..." It was Edwin, and he was caught red-handed. He lowered his head awkwardly, not daring to look at Stella directly. Stella furrowed her brows. She could tell that he was not attempting to hurt her. Edwin mustered his courage. "I admire you very much. I've heard many things about you. I didn't mean to follow you. I just wanted to escort you home and leave after that." Looking at the young man, Stella's lips curved slightly and she said in reply, "Thank you, Edwin. It's very considerate of you. Where do you live?" "I live in..." Edwin looked behind him and continued, "I live with my parents now. I plan to mo
Cyril panicked for a bit, and his pupils dilated. He looked to the side carefully, and his whole body shivering with fear. He said, "I didn't hit anyone before. It's him. He hit me." "Him?" Stella had seen too many of these kinds of patients, so she asked calmly, "Were you there when he was hitting people?" The boy nodded, "I was there, but I was tied up by him. He didn't allow me to interfere. I was terrified as I watched him beat up those girls. I was afraid that he would hit me too." "You are a very strong boy." "No, he is much stronger than me. He is two meters tall, and his arms are as thick as my thighs. He's very powerful. I tried to stop him before, but he pushed me down the stairs and I had to stay in the hospital for a week," Cyril explained. "Could you tell me about his appearance?" Stella asked. The boy thought hard, but he shook his head in the end, "I don't know. I was afraid of looking at him. He told me not to look too." "Then,
The masked man stared at her. As he was wearing a mask, Stella couldn't see his expression clearly. However, she could sense that the masked man knew her. Otherwise, why was he wearing a necklace with her photo in it? "Speak," Stella urged him again. "You wouldn't want to know who I am," The masked man said. His voice was low and hoarse, just like the sound of a cello, making people feel a faint sadness in their hearts. She dismissed that sadness and did not continue to ask further. "Thank you for saving me." "You don't need to thank me. You saved me this morning too, so we are even now." The masked man said. He then turned around and quickly disappeared from the basement. Stella came back to her senses after that. She didn't want to think about it or look into it. If she didn't do so, troubles and worries then wouldn't arise. She squatted down and tore off the mask of the man who had assaulted her. She had met that man several times. He