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
Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions." "In addition to these, is there anything more?" Sheldon asked anxiously. "His psychological stability is quite good. The first case seemed to be perfect. He killed without hesitation. It should not be his first time committing a crime. What's more, the frequency of his crime is very stable, which indicates that he has developed the habit of committing these crimes. I think that he moved in at the beginning of the year. I suggest that we cooperate with
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