Wendy looked grief-stricken with her downcast eyes. She seemed to have not seen his gaze.
Guinevere followed behind them, wiping away her tears continuously Warren walked directly toward Weston and threw a pile of evidence in his hand into his face.
âSee for yourself! This is what that good wife of yours did!â
The evidence was surveillance camera footage and Zacharyâs autopsy report.
Weston picked them up and read the diagnosis. He slowly knitted his brows. The footage showed the scene of Stella feeding something to Zachary.
âDo you all suspect her?â
His face looked very sick.
https://novelebook.com/mr-ford-is-jealous-bd1969.html?dev=tl âThere is no way she would poison Zachary.â
âItâs not impossible.â
Warren interrupted and said sternly, âAre you still going to defend her when the evidence is right in front of you?â
He was like a raging lion.
âI knew that woman was up to no good. She actually had the guts to harm my great grandson! She has to bear the consequences!â
Weston clenched his fists so hard the blue veins in the dorsal side bulged. His eyes were filled with frost.
Just as he was about to say something, Warren suddenly moved forward and lifted his shirt.
The large scar due to the acid splash plunged into view, leaving everyone gasping in shock.
âI knew you were injured!â
Warrenâs eyes widened, and his face was full of disappointment and anger.
âYou were clearly hurt when you defended Stella from that attack! You pretended to be fine because you feared I would take it out on her, didnât you?â
Weston remained quiet. There was a fierce storm in his eyes.
He looked hard at the old man in front of him.â Grandfather, the poisoning has nothing to do with her.â
âShut up! How long are you going to protect her?â
Warren suddenly raised his walking stick and struck him hard.
âHow long will you continue to be unrepentant ?â
He used his full strength until they could hear it hitting the bone.
Weston only snorted and frowned slightly, but his face remained unchanged when he insisted, âIt must be a misunderstandingâ¦â
âThe evidence is all here. How much more evidence do you need to believe that this woman is a scourge?â
âGrandfatherâ¦â
Weston had just opened his mouth when he suddenly grunted again. The sound of a wooden stick hitting the body was strikingly clear.
Warren took advantage of his inattentiveness to let someone knock him out with a stick.
Chris was shocked and looked at Warren in confusion.â Father, what is all this about?â
âCanât you understand? As long as he is here, he will definitely take Stellaâs side. I will not allow the person who killed my great-grandson to get away with it!â
His expression was extremely gloomy.
âLock him up! Donât let him out until the matter is finished!â
Chris understood what he meant, and his face turned dark.
âI understandâ¦â
When he looked at Weston, who had fainted on the ground , his eyes darkened, and he heaved a heavy sigh.
A long time had passed. Stella still had not heard from Weston.
She wanted to ask Ben, but her room door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.
She stood up instinctively and looked in the direction of the door, only to see Warren walking in with a group of people.
âDrag her out!â
Ben stood up automatically and was a bit stunned to see Warren barging in.
âMr. Warrenâ¦â
âGet out of the way!â