If only he had restrained himself that night, they would not be in this situation.
They wouldnât have made so many mistakes..
And so many tragedies wouldnât have happened.
The punch came too late. Weston had sacrificed a lot for the sake of his father, Chris.
His father, however, still lacked the self-awareness of a father even after so many years.
Chris was hit so hard that his head tilted to one side, and he stumbled backward a few steps.
He looked at the empty wall, just like his heart which was hollowed out. It was an unbearable feeling.
As the wind blew, he felt a chill in his heart.
https://novelebook.com/mr-ford-is-jealous-bd1969.html?dev=tl âWhat could I have doneâ¦â He kept mumbling the same thing.
âIt has already happened. What else could I have done? Wendyâs heart is not well. Do you want me to confess to her?â
The more he said, the more agitated he became.
â Guinevere can only have one child in her entire life. She has a rare blood type. It was impossible for her to abort the child, so what else could I do?â
âWhat about now?â
Weston turned to look at him and said sarcastically, â
That child who could not be aborted is now gone. Everything and everyone that could keep her secret intact is gone as well.â
He looked at Chris as if the latter was a clown.
âUntil now, you are unrepentant and insist on hiding it?â
âYou canât do this to me,â Chris pleaded.
âI am your father. Zack is dead. I cannot afford to lose anyone else.â
Weston massaged his wrist. For a brief moment, he felt a deep disgust and revulsion toward his father.
He looked at the face that bore great similarity to his, and his blood overflowed with disgust.
âYou are the most unqualified person to question me.â
Why didnât Chris know that?
He lowered his head and could only use the promise to suppress him.
âWeston, you promised me that you would treat Zack as your own son. You could not do thisâ¦â
âWhat else do I have to do?â
Weston gazed at him and moved forward.
His dark eyes were overwhelmed with hidden madness.â How far should I go for such an absurd lie?â
He was never like this, on the verge of losing control.
â Canât you see how much I have lost?â
His only child was long dead. The child disappeared alongside Stellaâs feelings for him. No one had ever told him who was going to make up for his loss.
Zacharyâs death was like a key that unlocked the door that stood between them.
All his emotions escaped his heart.
Weston gazed fiercely at the man in front of him, but his tone was cold and calm.
âWhat else do you want from me? Tell me.â
Chris sat on the floor in dismay, as if he had been drained of his energy. He seemed undeterred and muttered, âYou are at least still with Stella⦠Now that Zack is dead, shouldnât she be very happy?â
âShut up!â
Weston interrupted him coldly. âShe is different from you all. Even if she hates a person, she would not do such a thing!â
âYou were fooled by that woman!â
Warrenâs voice suddenly came. He coughed violently a few times when walking toward the two people step by step with the help of Wendy. Chrisâ face stiffened, and he stood up, wondering how much of their conversation they had just overheard. He looked over at Wendy subconsciously.
âWendyâ¦â