Chapter 19

Stella said nothing to Weston at all during the whole process of obtaining their divorce certificate.

Guinevere was waiting outside. When she saw Weston come out, she immediately went over and latched onto his arm. “Did everything go smoothly?”

Being a man of few words, Weston only grunted a reply, but it was obvious that he had a lot of patience to offer Guinevere.

After walking a few steps, Guinevere abruptly stopped and looked back at Stella. “You came here by cab, didn’t you, Ms. Sealey? If you don’t mind, Weston and I can give you a ride.”

Stella rejected her without hesitation. “That’s alright. It’s easy to get a cab here.”

Then, she walked past them to leave.

Guinevere raised her eyebrows slightly as she watched Stella leave, seemingly wanting to say more. Weston retracted his gaze and said, “Gwen, don’t do anything unnecessary.”

His voice was low as a whisper and there was a look of warning in his eyes.

Guinevere’s smile disappeared. “Are you pitying her?”

Having said that, she felt the man’s aura abruptly darken.

She turned and met Weston’s dark, cold eyes.

Guinevere internally shuddered. She forced herself to smile and said, “I was just joking. You’re not going to argue with me over something so small, are you?”

Weston kept quiet and tugged at his shirt collar.

Guinevere wasn’t sure if he was being his usual quiet self, or if he was angry about what had happened earlier.

At the bottom of the stairs, Stella went over to the sidewalk, holding her phone as she waited for her order to be accepted. She only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

The two people’s gazes felt like daggers on her back, even though they probably weren’t looking at her.

A cab drove over but it didn’t stop. Instead, it sped past and swept up a wave of dust.

Stella covered her mouth and coughed, trying to fan it away with her hand.

A sudden wave of disgust rushed up to her throat. Her expression faltered and she rushed over to a nearby trash can to gag.

Guinevere was about to get into the car when she heard this. She abruptly looked over. “What happened to her…?”

Weston went on to open the car door as if he didn’t hear anything. “Get in.”

But Guinevere retracted her hand and stared straight at him. “You’re really not concerned about her at all?”

The man frowned as he looked at Guinevere. “Gwen, there’s a limit to how emotional you can get.”

Guinevere held back and smiled sarcastically. “Don’t I have the right to be capricious when I’m pregnant with your child?”

Weston let go and hid his annoyance as he answered, “You do.”

He looked straight at her. “How do you plan to be capricious?”

Guinevere suddenly lost interest. She cast Stella a glance before saying, “Let’s get in.”

She sat inside, and Weston shielded her head out of habit as she got in. Then, he sat beside her.

After he closed the door, Guinevere stared at his side profile.

When she saw how he showed no interest in Stella’s well-being at all, she leaned against his shoulder, feeling satisfied. “Weston, I’m not that childish little girl from before anymore. I know that a relationship must be maintained by two people, so I’ll try my best to control my emotions from now on.”

Weston massaged his temples and grunted faintly in response.

Guinevere was looking up. She had wanted to kiss him, but she was secretly annoyed after seeing how indifferent he looked.

Alas, she said nothing and swallowed her anger.

…

They were officially divorced.

Stella gently breathed out a sigh of relief when she arrived at the hospital.

Despite feeling forlorn, she also felt relieved for some reason.

She went straight to Roger’s ward, and this time, she didn’t run into Henry. She didn’t want to meet anyone who was anyhow related to Weston at all.

Roger’s complexion had improved significantly, and he immediately lit up upon seeing her. “Sis, you’re here!”

Stella suddenly felt much better.

She sat down beside his bed and patted the back of his hand. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, sis. I’ll cooperate in the treatments.”

He knew how much Stella had done for him, so right now, he should focus on recovery so as to not disappoint her.

His gaze wavered and he seemed like he had something to say.

Stella could tell what he was thinking, so she smiled. “I’m already divorced. I don’t have anything to do with Weston anymore, so just take it as you’ve never met this man before.”

Roger swallowed, holding himself back. Finally, he hung his head and replied, “I got it…”

Then, he stared at Stella’s stomach absentmindedly.

“Sis, once I’m discharged, I’ll work hard to earn money and take care of you and the nephew in your tummy!”

Stella ruffled his hair and smiled gently. “Then you’ll have to work hard to get better first.”

After a pause, she added, “You don’t have to worry about money. Weston has lots of it and he didn’t mistreat me, so just focus on recovering.”

Roger’s jaw tensed up, looking dark.

After a moment, he hugged Stella. “Sis, I’m sorry you’ve had to suffer.”

Stella smiled. “What are you saying? He gave me such a huge sum of money so we’re even now. I don’t consider it suffering.”

Roger said nothing. He merely sighed in response.

…

At Random Art Training Center…

Yvonne had come up with quite a few names when she first founded this training center, but she finally settled on the name ‘Random’ instead.

The name suited her personality too.

Perhaps Yvonne felt sympathy for Stella because the latter’s husband had cheated, she was much closer to Stella now and treated Stella like a real friend.

Stella’s life was peaceful after that.

Her chest would still ache slightly when she remembered Weston sometimes, but she couldn’t be bothered anymore once things got busy.

This child was a secret between Weston and herself, so she wouldn’t tell anyone.

However, the baby would keep growing, and there would come a day when she couldn’t hide it anymore.

By then, the first person to know would be Yvonne.

Stella wondered if she should tell Yvonne the truth or come up with an excuse…

On this day, after Stella was done with her prenatal care checkup, she felt someone following her on the streets.

She thought she was overthinking things.

But after a few more steps, she heard the footsteps behind her get closer and heavier.

Stella felt goosebumps and remembered the harrowing news she had heard before…

She suddenly picked up her pace. Alas, the person behind seemed to have noticed and came chasing after her.

Stella broke into a run, but she only managed to run a few steps when someone abruptly pressed down on her shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The rough voice of a man sounded behind her ear, followed by his heated breaths.

Stella screamed and turned around to look. But she was caught off guard, and a white cloth was stuffed into her mouth.

She just had a glance at the man’s appearance before she smelled a strange scent and fainted.

She felt groggy.

Stella tried to get up countless times, but her body felt heavy, and she couldn’t even open her eyes.

However, her hearing was slowly recovering.

She couldn’t move but could hear the noise around her.

And because she couldn’t see, her sense of hearing became much more sensitive. The sound of heavy footsteps got closer, and then she heard a rough male voice saying, “The drug is almost wearing off. Let’s hurry!”

Then, she felt a sudden chill!