Weston needed time. Not long after, the staff came over and told Ben, âA lady outside says she wants to see the deceased.â
Weston frowned a little at the word âdeceased.â His eyes displayed a sharp cold as if he was shooting daggers, making a chill run down the spine of whoever had the misfortune of meeting him Ben hurriedly stepped in front of him. He lowered his voice and said to the staff, âWho?â
The staff jumped in shock and stammered, âShe said her name was Dianaâ¦â
Michael stood sharply. âDiana? Sheâs here?â
Ben stood up as well. Diana must have heard about Stellaâs death and wanted to see her since she wouldnât have shown up in Michaelâs presence. She would have avoided him at all costs.
Ben looked at Weston and sought his permission. âMr. Fordâ¦â
âLet her in,â Weston rasped in a hoarse and broken voice.
Weston focused all his attention on Stella. He tidied her hair and treated her like his precious treasure.
He only paid attention to the outside world occasionally.
but Weston thought Stella did not want to see Michael, she was probably worried about Diana. He thought he should grant her wish, so he let her in.
Stella had a grievance and was always angry with him. If he stopped Diana from seeing her, she might get angry again.
Weston thought he should not have been so hard on her. He should have spoiled her little temper. What was the big deal about spoiling her?
After all, Stella was his dearest woman. If she wanted something, he would give it to her. So there was no point fighting about right and wrong. It was simply pointless.
Diana hurried in once she was granted permission. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
It looked like she had not found a place to stay. No one knew where she had gone.
She didnât seem to fare much better than Michael. Her face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were red and swollen, either from crying too hard yesterday or because of Stellaâs death.
Diana rushed over in a hurry and didnât notice Michael. She only looked straight at Stella, muttering her name. â Stellaâ¦â
Her voice trembled as she whispered her name. She had cried so much that her tears had already dried up.
Michael saw her staggering and rushed to her. He tried to reach out and hold her. âDonât be too upset.
Youâre pregnant with a babyâ¦â
Diana didnât expect to see Michael around. After a short pause, she shook his hand away and warned coldly, Donât touch me!â
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Michael looked at his empty hands and laughed bitterly. He followed behind Diana, not daring to speak again.
Diana went to Stellaâs side and looked down at her sleeping face. She wrinkled her nose and turned her head away, refusing to give the corpse another look.
âHow can this beâ¦â
Stella seemed fine a while ago and didnât even show the slightest suicidal tendency. She would greet her with a smile and ask her about the pregnancy. Why was Stella so desperate that she took her own life?
Diana clenched her fist in silence. Then, she shot a glare at Weston. âDid you force her? Did you do something to her? Thatâs why she couldnât think straight and took her own life!â
Weston said nothing. He continued holding Stellaâs hand and focused on just her.
Stellaâs fingers curled slightly. Weston smoothed them out one by one, keeping her muscles relaxed.
He said flatly, âSheâs just angry. She didnât kill herself. I wonât make her angry again. Iâll give her whatever she wants.â
âWhatâs the use of saying that now?â
Diana bellowed out rashly, âSheâs already deadâ¦â
âSheâs not dead!!!â Weston cut her off with a stern voice. As a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, the air around him froze over. He looked gloomy and furious.
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