Chapter 1057 Ben was already getting anxious as he waited outside, pacing back and forth in front of the car.
However, he was relieved when he saw Stella rushing out to him.
âMrs. Ford, can we go now?â
She nodded. âLetâs go back.â
He gave her a nod, but he had a feeling that something was wrong with her.
Although she was already very depressed from the beginning , he felt she looked even worse now, as if her heart had turned into ashes.
Everything seemed not to matter to her anymore. There was a kind of desperate silence that could be seen in her.
âIs something wrong?â Ben couldnât help but ask.
Stella shook her head. Her expression was so frigid one might even say that it was the epitome of a gloomy day.â
Itâs nothing. Go back to the villa.â
She went to her room as soon as she got out of the car, and Ben immediately told Weston about the incident today.
âNothing happened in particular. Itâs just that she doesnât look very happy.
âMrs. Ford seemed very emotional when she got out of the private room after talking to Michael,â he confessed.
Although Stella said she was meeting Diana , Diana and Michael were a loving couple with a strong relationship. Michael was Stellaâs uncle, so Ben didnât think there was anything wrong with his presence there.
After getting Westonâs order, Ben explained to his driver to pick him up from the mansion.
Ford Corporationâs sudden calling for a shareholdersâ meeting meant Warren was about to make a big move.
On the balcony , Weston hung up the phone and turned around, only to see Guinevere standing behind him, wanting to say something Guinevere was carrying a fruit platter and said gently, â Grandfather and the others are still waiting for you...â
She was in a long white dress with a thin tulle that accentuated her beautiful figure.
Her hair was meticulously styled into an elegant updo, and her face was lightly applied with makeup. She looked gentle and lovely, and it could be seen at first glance that she had put in a lot of effort to doll up.
âWho were you talking to?â she asked carefully.
Weston swept a glance at her and put his phone into his pocket without answering her question. âLetâs go inside.â
He had only accommodated her a little more in the few days after Zacharyâs death, but he now treated her as he did before, neither cold nor warm.
Guinevereâs heart ached, and she called out to him from behind. âWeston, must you cover up for Stella?â
He frowned but pretended not to hear it.
He did not want to argue with her about this matter.
She put the fruit platter on the railing beside her, looked at his back, and smiled bitterly.
âI hate her to the extent of wishing she would die, but...â
She turned the conversation sharply, touched her exposed arms, and laughed sarcastically. âI donât want to see you in a dilemma.â
She lowered her head and inhaled lightly. âGrandfather has solid evidence. Unsurprisingly, Stella will at least get one life sentence.â Weston didnât even look at her once. Sunlight shone on him, extending his already lanky figure into an infinite shadow as he stood indifferently and coldly on the balcony.
He said coolly, âYou are not the judge. Donât tell me that here.â
âWeston!â
Seeing that he stopped and was about to leave again, Guinevereâs eyes turned red. She grabbed his wrist from the back and looked at his back pleadingly. âI will not say this again. I just want you to be happy... canât you understand?â
She took a deep breath. âIf you can really be happy if you are together with Stella , I am willing to let you go. But now, she is not willing to be together with you!â
âShe killed Zachary. Who will be her next target? You know she hates us. She hates me, and she hates you even more!â
âShe just killed Zachary. What if she tries to kill you one day?â
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