Chapter 1044 Weston frowned.
âIâll be home soon,â he assured her.
Back at the Stardust Mansion , Joan sighed in relief and replied, âIâm glad to hear that. Should I prepare anything for you, Mr. Ford?â
âNo.â
After hanging up the phone, Joan turned around and discovered that Stella had been standing behind her.
âMrs. Ford!â Joan almost jumped in shock. âHow long have you been here...?â
Stella said nothing. She then stared at Joan and casually told her, âI heard everything you said on the phone just now.â
âEâEverything?â Joanâs heart skipped a beat. âWhat exactly did you hear...?â
âHeâs with Guinevere Cohen right now, isnât he?â
Joanâs eyebrows shot upward.
âMrs. Ford, I wouldnât worry too much about it...â
âHow could I not worry about it?â Stellaâs eyes were fixed on Joan.
Perhaps it was because she hadnât eaten anything the whole day that Stellaâs face looked blanched and sickly.
Her eyes fell on Joanâs phone, and she said, âLet me see it.â
âMrs. Ford,â Joan tried to explain, âitâs really nothing to worry about. Since their son just died, Mr. Ford had to be by Miss Cohenâs side out of normal familial obligations.
Please donât think too much about it...â
âLet me see it,â Stella firmly insisted.
Joan sighed. She had no choice but to show Stella Guinevereâs recent post on Moments.
It was a beautiful photograph. Westonâs herculean stature still towered over Guinevereâs lanky and slender figure, making the tall woman look small and fragile next to him.
They were both wearing black.
Weston was in a smart black suit, which was his usual â
attire anyway, and he gave off an intimidating air of superiority.
Guinevere wore a black dress with a delicate white flower pinned on her chest. The dress subtly accentuated her curves and highlighted her ravishing figure.
She was hugging Weston from behind. He did not push her away.
If they had not been at a funeral, this photo would have been dazzlingly charming.
âThey look like theyâre made for each other,â Stella observed.
Joan knew, of course, that she was being sarcastic , yet, for some reason, she could not sense any irony in Stellaâs eyes. In fact, she looked oddly earnest when she said that.
This utterly unsettled Joan.
âPlease donât overthink things, Mrs. Ford...â
âIâm not overthinking.â Stella turned around and added, âIt wonât matter anymore whether he comes home or not.â
She then slid back into the bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.
All she knew was that there was no escape for her now.
The car was already parked outside the Stardust Mansion when Westonâs phone suddenly rang.
It was Benâs number.
âWhat is it?â Weston asked coldly.
âMr. Ford...â Ben sounded distinctly anxious. âWe have a problem...â
Ben had just received the news himself, and the first thing he did was to report it to Weston Ford.
âRoger Sealey has...â
When Ben was done reporting, Westonâs countenance turned frigid. It was only after a while that he finally opened his mouth and instructed Ben, âDonât let the news spread and bring him back.â
âYes, Mr. Ford.â
As soon as he hung up the phone, his face clouded severely. His eyes shifted towards the Stardust Mansion. He saw the dim yellow light that was still on in the bedroom, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.
He tore off his necktie, feeling utterly on edge.
Why did it have to be now...?
He closed his eyes and told the driver to get out of the car. He then slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped off.
It was already past midnight, yet Weston was still nowhere to be seen.
Joan had repeatedly gone to the door several times and looked outside to see if there was any sign of him coming home, only to be disappointed time and time again.