Xavier rubbed his brows, but he did not look all that surprised.
âSo you finally caught meâ¦â he muttered.
Of late, everyone in their social circle had been trying to get a hold of news about Weston from him. He had been able to fend off some, but someone eventually slipped through. Bradley finally caught him, though.
âItâs totally pointless to say all these to me,â he told Bradley. âWeston does whatever the hell he wants now without the slightest care for the advice of others. No one can influence him or change his mind.
Heâs just too deeply obsessed with Stella Sealey. He wonât let go of her so easily, not even in death.â
âDoes he not understand what it means to let her soul rest?â Bradley was now so agitated that he grabbed Xavierâs collar. âThe film is about to be released. By tomorrow, it will be shown in cinemas across the country. Why canât he let Stellaâs soul be in peace? Let tomorrowâs premiere be a last farewell to her.â
âI can tell Weston everything you just said,â said Xavier, but I canât guarantee if heâll listen to me.â
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Xavier let out a sigh. He had indeed hated Stella before, but never to the point where he wanted her dead.
Now that she was dead, it was as if all the hatred and anger he felt for her gradually dissipated, and only fond memories of her were left behind.
âWeston treated Stella horribly when she was alive,â continued Bradley. âNow that sheâs dead, he should try to make up for it by being kinder to herâ¦â
In the end, Bradley released Xavier with those heartfelt parting words.
Xavier fell silent for a while before nodding, saying, â Donât worry. Iâll convey those words to him.â
Xavier wasnât the only one who was troubled. Henry Moore himself had been getting headaches lately.
Ever since the last time, Angelina hardly ever came for him, and they both peacefully led their own separate lives. Henry himself had no desire to have this inferior substitute of Faye prancing around him.
But ever since Stella died, Angelina had once again started to badger him like crazy. Every time they met, the first thing that would come out of her mouth was, âHave you seen Weston Ford?â
She would appear in front of him every day with reddened eyes, all just to hear some news about Stella Sealey.
At first, Angelina simply couldnât accept the fact that Stella had really died. But gradually, reality sank in, and she learned how to handle the blow. All she wanted now was to see Stella for one last time. At the very least, Stellaâs friends should have a chance to attend her funeral and bid her their final goodbyes.
Yet Weston Ford would not even let them have that. He insisted on keeping Stella all to himself. When she was still alive, he was so possessive over her he wouldnât even let her meet her friends. Now, although she was dead, he still wouldnât let her friends see her body either.
Even for Weston Ford, this was a bit beyond the pale.
Knowing that Henry Moore was Westonâs best friend, Angelina could only go to him and beg for his help.
âIâll do whatever you want me to,â she told him. âPlease just ask Weston Ford to come out and say something â¦â
At that point, Angelina was no longer interested in finding out if Stella had anything to do with Zachary Fordâs death. It no longer mattered if she was the murderer or not since she was dead anyway.
As things stood, the guilt of the crime would forever be chained to her name if nothing were done about it.
âEven though she died,â Angelina added, âWeston Ford must come forward to clear her name. Then he should give her a proper funeral. Whatever the case, he shouldnât act the way he isâ¦â
As she got to this point, Angelina even cried out, âHenry Moore, please do me a favor and talk to Weston!â
âIsnât it bad enough that he tormented her while she was still alive?â she asked. âDoes he have to imprison her after her death too?â
Henry said nothing. His countenance remained cold and indifferent.
While she begged, Angelina couldnât stop herself from shedding a few tears. She sniffled, trying her best to hold them back.
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