Eli really wanted to know, so she decided to give Stella a call. "Eli?" Stella sounded tired. "How are things going there? Did Natasha really kill Weldon?" "Yes, she admitted to it. Her brother tried to bring her away, but the Griswell family could not take the pressure that the Mccarthy family was asserting, so she came out to beg for forgiveness. She is in prison now. There are still a lot of things that needed to be negotiated and dealt with, and Bellamy has entrusted everything here to me. I may need to stay here for a few more days." "Remember to take care of yourself. You sound exhausted. Go and get some rest," Eli said and hung up the phone. Then she looked at Sean and said, "Stella told me that Natasha had already admitted to killing Weldon, but they still need to negotiate. What are they going to negotiate?" Sean looked deeply at Eli. With hesitation in his eyes, he sighed and said, "Weldon had r*ped Natasha, so she killed him with a knife. Natas
In a daze, Stella was dragged to a small room near the hillside in the backyard. "Why did you drug her?" asked Waverly, aghast. "She was sneaking around in the backyard. I suspect she knows about our relationship. I can't let her live," Lenold replied sinisterly. Waverly's face turned cold, and there was a sneer in her eyes. She looked at Lenold and asked him indifferently, "Is there anything between us that would warrant you to do such a thing? That you had to kill someone? Or is it just your sinister mind, fearful that your evil motives will be found out, therefore wanting to kill her?" "Waverly, what's the matter with you? If she tells your husband about our relationship, neither of us will live." "What kind of relationship?" Waverly furrowed her brows and asked, "My ex-boyfriend? My uncle-in-law? I don't think that we have an indecent relationship. So what if Bellamy knows about our relationship?" "I love you, and you know that you are the o
Stella returned to Country M after giving her testimony. She started feeling unwell on the plane. Her water broke upon arriving at the airport, and she was sent directly to the hospital. In the car, Jasper was extremely nervous. He was not by her side when Stella gave birth to their first child. Similarly, he was not there when Stella gave birth to their second child. Therefore, he swore to stay by her side no matter what would happen this time. Stella did not want him to worry, so she endured the pain silently. Smiling, she said, "Jasper, sing a song for me. It's rare to hear you singing, but I don't want to listen to military songs because I don't want our daughter to be boyish in the future." "The brightest star in the night sky, could you hear it clearly..." Jasper started singing. Stella burst into laughter because Jasper had gone completely off-key. "Oh gosh, stop, my stomach hurts!" Jasper stopped singing and held her hand tightly. His heart
Sean looked at her hopeful expression and said, "Sure, I will give it to you tomorrow morning." "Really? That's great. No words can express my gratitude for you," Eli looked at Sean happily. Sean sighed and said, "I actually bought it for our daughter. I'll give this one to them first and buy a better one next time." "Did you buy it a long time ago?" Eli asked in surprise. "It wasn't that long ago. I took a fancy to it some time ago, so I bought it," explained Sean. Eli turned around, looked at Sean, and asked, "For some reason, I have a feeling that you would treat our daughter better than me. You even bought a gift for her, but you didn't buy anything for me." Sean smiled and replied, "Everything I have belongs to you. Am I not the best gift for you?" Eli narrowed her eyes and said, "That's such a glib reply. It doesn't sound sincere at all." "I bought one for you too, but it's not suitable to give it to you now," Sean explained.
"Will there be side effects?" Eli was worried that the experiment might hurt others. "There are no side effects, however, they will have to endure a bit of suffering. But for them, it is considered fortunate for them to have been selected by me. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to afford such an expensive fee on their own. I hope that the experiment will be successful. After it succeeds, I will also give them a large sum of money," said Sean. After hearing that, Eli was more at ease. After breakfast, Sean instructed someone to send her to the hospital. She arrived at about 10 a.m. and was feeling a little irritated as she had woken up too late. She should have woken up earlier. The entire 6th floor was guarded by soldiers. Elvis brought Eli to Room 606. Stella was still lying in bed. Next to her, the baby was sleeping in the cot. "Stella," shouted Eli happily. "Eli, you're here." Stella was very happy as well. Her eyes were shaped
"No matter what decision you make, I will support you, and I will also do my best to protect you. This is what Stella and I have discussed," Jasper promised. Bellamy smiled lightly. He already knew that. Stella had already decided to help Sean when she was giving her testimony in court. He had no complaints or resentment. He knew Stella well and he knew that she would admit to her doings. She was someone who would bear the consequences for everything that she wanted to do. This woman was his younger brother's wife. She was also his family, and all he could do was tolerate her. His frustration and emotions would only burden and put pressure on Stella and Jasper. Jasper was his only brother. Therefore, he will bear the stress, the burden, and the responsibility by himself. "Take good care of Stella and your child. I'm heading back," Bellamy said calmly. "Call me if you need anything." Jasper was concerned about Bellamy. Bellamy'
She put on some make-up hastily and adjusted her hair. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and asked with a smile, "Yes?" "Come and eat," Bellamy said simply. Although it was just simple words, Waverly was overwhelmed with emotions. These were words that someone would utter only if you were family. After her parents divorced, her father would often get drunk outside and not come home. She would always be left alone at home since she was a child. After preparing the meals, she would often tell her cat at home that it was time to eat because she was too lonely. She had been with Bellamy for five years. Although they were never intimate, Bellamy treated her very well. He did everything with her. They ate meals, took strolls together, and went shopping with her. Even when they attended banquets, he would take care of her and refrained her from drinking too much alcohol. When she was ill, he would bring her medicine and water, and even if she had a nightmare, h
She did not feel pain at all when she was angry. However, somehow it hurt so much more after she calmed down. People tend to pay the price for actions done on impulse. If they could not bear to hurt others, then they would only hurt themselves in the end. She took out the first aid kit from the cupboard, cleaned her wound, applied some medicine, and bandaged it well. Her hand was still hurting. She felt sorry for hurting herself. She fell silent as she leaned on her elbow, her head resting on her hand, wanting to just drift off. There was a knock on the door again. She looked at the door. She had confessed to him just now but he had rejected her. It was too embarrassing and she did not want to face him at all, "I'm not hungry, you can eat first." "Come out and eat a little. You might get gastric if you starve yourself," Bellamy said calmly. Waverly sighed and hesitated for a minute, then got up and opened the door. Bellamy was still stan
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