Without any source of light, the room was dark and damp. The space inside was so cramped that accommodating a corpse would be difficult, not to mention three adult men.
At first, no one thought Stella would take her own life. Instead, they all thought she would just stay in jail obediently and wait for Weston to get her out.
By the time they realized what was wrong, Stella had stopped breathing. Her heart stopped for good within just an hour.
Stella must have been determined to die. She had taken far more than an adultâs lethal dose of oleander.
The world thought she had killed an innocent child with oleanders, but she chose to end her own life in the same way. How could this not be a justification?
Even if Stella died, she was unwilling to be blamed as the murderer for nothing. Rumors soon spread that Stella had committed suicide because of fear. Some said she killed herself to prove her innocence.
Regardless of the rumors, she was already dead.
The dead could not talk nor speak for themselves. As time passed, the dead would soon be forgotten.
The corpse was still in the detention room. Michael was surprised at Stellaâs determination, not expecting her to commit suicide. Looking at her corpse, he had mixed feelings and couldnât tell what he felt. He thought he would be happy, but all he felt was a faint bitterness in his heart.
Ben was still dumbfounded over Stellaâs death.
Everything was fine before. Stella was still smiling and talking to him in the morning. However, in the blink of an eye, they lost both the trial and Stella.
Ben then came to a realization. Perhaps Stella had been determined to die. She had been putting on an act during all this time.
Ben looked at the man beside him. He tried to say something but could not make a sound.
Weston seemed unaffected on the outside . He stood in front of Stella and caressed her face as usual.
He spoke to her naturally, âHow can you sleep so well in such poor conditionsâ¦â
He sighed, âI originally intended to let you stay here for a few days before taking you home. I thought you should learn your lesson, but you were too obedient ⦠Iâll take you home today, okay?â
Ben stood aside and listened as Weston spoke to Stella, as his expression turned a little grim. At first, Ben thought Weston was unwilling to accept Stellaâs death, but he soon felt a little creepy after listening to what he said.
âMr. Fordâ¦â Ben didnât want to believe that Stella was dead, but the deceased could not come back to life.
The forensic pathologist determined the cause of death after examining Stellaâs corpse. Her heart had stopped due to an overdose of oleandersâthe poison was too lethal, and although they took her to the hospital and tried to resuscitate her, it was in vain.
After a long afternoon, Ben finally mentioned the burial in fear. Weston acted as if he had not heard what Ben said. He told Ben, âHave the driver bring the car over. Iâll take her home.â
He looked at Ben indifferently. There was barely any emotion on his face. âCall Joan. Tell her to make Stellaâs favorite food for dinner. Weâll be home soon.â
Ben did not say anything and looked a little numb. He glanced at Michael, who stood next to him.
Ben urged, âMr. Sealey, say somethingâ¦â
Michaelâs mouth was set in a grim line. Westonâs current state spooked him out a little.
âYou should wait a moment. Give him a break,â Micheal told Ben.
Dianaâs running away from home was already too much for Michael to handle. So how was Weston going to handle Stellaâs death?
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