All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

Guinevere didn’t look too thrilled. Believing that she would end up getting married to Weston, she had always treated Wendy as her mother-in-law. She had tried to call her “Wendy” before, but Wendy seemed displeased. Guinevere could only call her Madam, just like the servants in Ford Mansion. The last thing she expected was for Wendy to allow Ella to address her on a first-name basis. She clenched her fists but smiled. “I remember that you once announced Ella as your god-daughter,” she blurted with thinly-veiled irony. “Since she’s your god-daughter, why isn’t she calling you ‘Mom’?” “She can call me whatever she likes.” Wendy was rather annoyed with Guinevere’s questions and glanced at her mildly, “What we address each other is a mere formality. Although I treat her as my god-daughter, she might very well become my daughter-in-law. She’ll have plenty of chances to call me ‘Mom’ in the future!” It was unclear if Wendy had deliberately said those things to anger Guinever

At least, it appeared to Stella that Guinevere’s reputation was more important to him than her life. She thought he would’ve certainly chosen Guinevere at such a critical time. A glint flashed past Stella’s eyes, but she didn’t reply to Weston. He held her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers as he turned to Mrs. Cohen. “The doctor is already here. I’ll bring her out first.” His tone was mild and not particularly emotional, yet it bore a clear, authoritative note. Stella looked down to see him holding her hand tightly. His fingers were long and graceful-looking. She had a quirk—looking at other people’s hands. When they were first married, she realized how good Weston’s hands looked, believing that such a pair of hands would look stunning while playing the piano. Weston did not realize what she thought as he held her hands and prepared to leave. It was then that the sound of a car engine shutting off came from the courtyard. Immediately after, Chris appeared a

Guinevere brandished the knife in her hands. Everyone around her retreated to a safe distance, daring not to approach the unhinged woman. There was a moment when she appeared to be in a daze. Chris seized the chance, lurched forward, and managed to grab the knife from her hands. He hugged her tight in his arms and yelled, “Doctor, quick, give her another sedative!” Mrs. Cohen’s heart was in her throat when Chris did that, but she finally heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the situation finally under control. Due to concern for Guinevere’s wellbeing, the doctor had initially administered a weak dose of the sedative, not expecting Guinevere to come around so quickly. This time, he pumped the entire dose into her without any further thought. Guinevere’s eyes glazed over as she looked sorrowfully at the man before her. Chris’ heart ached as he looked at the condition the girl was in... He turned to Mrs. Cohen. “Given her current condition, she might need to be hospitalize

Weston’s handling of his previous project was outstanding, and everyone in the industry was impressed with his working capability. Stella thought this must’ve been why Old Mr. Ford improved his disposition toward Weston. If Xavier were to come here, he would probably be chased away in no time. Only someone as incontestably capable as Weston could stand here and negotiate with Old Mr. Ford. Marriage, however, was another issue altogether. It was a major life decision. Old Mr. Ford’s lack of comment was better than Chris’ outright rejection. Jason had a deep impression of Stella from the first time they met. He placed a pawn on the chess board and looked at Old Mr. Ford, saying, “I’ve practically seen Weston grow up, and this is the first time he begged me for something, and it was for the sake of a woman. For Ella, to be exact.” “Is that so?” Old Mr. Ford arched his brow. “Why would he need your help? You’re just someone meddling with the arts.” Jason chuckled, “Of c

Unable to bear seeing Guinevere in such a state, Mr. Cohen said rather agitatedly, “So what if you can’t let go of him? He’s about to get married to someone else, and he doesn’t want you anymore. Your current appearance will only bring embarrassment to our family!” Mrs. Cohen stopped him anxiously. “Don’t say that!” Guinevere was already emotionally vulnerable, and her outburst at the Ford Mansion was frightening enough. Mr. Cohen naturally understood where Mrs. Cohen was coming from and stopped himself from saying anything further. However, instead of going berserk again, Guinevere leaned against the door and looked dreamily ahead of her. “Since he wants to get married, then let him be…” Mrs. Cohen was stunned for a moment, unable to believe the words coming from Guinevere’s mouth. “Don’t be too upset, they are just getting engaged. Anything could happen in the future…” Mr. Cohen glared at her. “Why are you still giving her hope?” “I’m not. I just can’t bear to see her s