"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
Bellamy glanced at her and replied, "Don't be ridiculous, you're still a child. Let's eat. The food gets cold easily during winter." He turned around, and Waverly's eyes darkened. Bellamy was treating her like a child. No wonder he had no intentions of having sex with her. "A child is afraid of the dark. I'm scared to stay alone in the room. What should I do?" Waverly asked softly as she walked to the table with a smile. She was not sure if Bellamy heard her words or he just pretended not to. He did not give her any response and just continued eating. "Are you going to work until New Years' Eve?" Waverly asked. "I have a lot of things to attend to recently. I need bigger news to shift the public attention, so there will be more meetings," Bellamy said. "What if all these things were done by Sean? You had been doing a good job for so many years. There should be a lot of supporters," Waverly suggested. "I don't want the country to plunge
Bellamy looked at Waverly's teary eyes, and he felt a twinge of pity in his heart. She had done nothing wrong. If anything, the only mistake she made was having married him. "Please come with me. I've already told them about your matter. They all believe that you are innocent and they will treat you well," Bellamy persuaded. There was a hint of bitterness in Waverly's eyes. A lot of thoughts were racing through her mind. Bellamy's family members were very kind. They were all rational, noble, tolerant, compassionate, and loving. Especially Stella, she was indeed the most perfect woman she had ever seen. Waverly couldn't even bring herself to hate Stella. If compared to Stella, Waverly was nothing. After all, she had never walked into Bellamy's heart. "Okay," Waverly said gently, "I'll go back to my room first. You can ask Marie to prepare a midnight snack for you if you are hungry. All these things will be done by her in the future. Remember to
She grabbed a book of poetry after going back to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast. She liked Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and she felt that the poems they wrote portrayed a special sense of beauty and vividness. "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all," "And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird, that kept so many warm." "I've heard it in the chillest land," "And on the strangest seas;" "Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me." Emily had just gotten married at that time and her husband had gone to war. They could not meet each other, nor they did not have cell phones. The letters they sent took ages to arrive. She waited for days, weeks, months, and finally, the devastating news came. Her husband had died in the war. Emily must have been extremely miserable. Compared to her, Wave
"Perhaps I should start treating you badly now. That way, you will feel happier when you meet someone that treats you better," Bellamy continued Waverly's words. He then poured a large portion of soup for himself and said, "Marie is getting better and better at cooking soup. I can eat several bowls of this by myself." Waverly smiled and lowered her head. Yes, if he had treated her badly, she would then be able to forget about him easier. But apart from not liking her back, he was very good to her. Waverly made some grilled cheese. After eating, Bellamy arranged for a flight and they went to Southern Suburb. When Bellamy arrived, he was greeted by Sandro, "Uncle Bellamy, what took you so long? I missed you." Bellamy stroked Sandro's head lovingly, "Did you miss me playing games with you?" "I woke up today and found a new way to play Snake Blockade. Soldier Assault, it's fun. Let's play together later," Sandro said happily. "Okay," Bellamy answer