Chapter 1168 Westonâs attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke.
Because Stellaâs reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It was only now that he noticed the little boy beside Stella.
The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he was evidently much bolder than the girl.
When the boy noticed Westonâs gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, âPlease give my sister back to me!â
He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously brought up in a bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching between the two with ease.
Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing much emotion at all.
âWhatâs your name?â he asked, his voice hoarse.
Elias frowned and turned to Stella. Then he curled his lips and replied, âI might be a child, but my name is still my privacy. I wonât tell you that so easily!â
Weston was dumbfounded, but he showed no sign of irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes when he asked, âDo you know what privacy means?â âOf course I do!â answered Elias, raising his head to look at Weston. âPrivacy means something that you donât want other people to know!â
IT That was, in fact, not what Stella taught him. The truth was, while it might still be a bit too early for the twins, she had indeed instilled the ideas of safety and self defense into their minds. For example, she told them that all children had their own privacy and they were forbidden to allow any adult to take off their clothes or touch their private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect themselves, but Elias had stretched the concept of privacy beyond the private parts of his body. Now everything that he did not want to talk about had become a matter of his privacy!
Elias was a confident and daring boy. He was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children, so naturally, he had been following Stellaâs advice consistently all along.
Emma, on the other hand, was timid compared to her brother. Although she was generally obedient too, she was easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she would falter against her own good judgment Stella knew that she couldnât stay by her childrenâs side forever, so she wanted to teach them these things early on. She did not want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of glass â
just as she used to be. She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks she encountered completely shattered her into a thousand pieces. Stella picked Emma up and told Weston, âIf thereâs nothing else, weâre leaving now.â
DiMT TITEIT Then she turned and walked away.
Westonâs brows knitted. Before he could speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then was as good as invisible. âWhat a surprise!â she exclaimed. âItâs been so long since we last saw you, Ms.
Sealey! Who wouldâve thought youâd have children and theyâd be so grown up!â
Daisy did her very best to keep her composure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy sea.
âBut since youâre already here,â she continued, âwhy donât you join us for a meal? Weâre all friends here and, besides, weâre all curious about... what happened to you. Weâll be excited to hear whatâs happened the last few years and why... why youâve never contacted Mr. Ford.â
She was all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity.
Nicole could hardly stand looking at Daisyâs pretentious facade. She knew that Daisy was clearly jealous of her, yet she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didnât care to put up such a fake performance. She was no hypocrite.
âWe made a reservation here,â she grumbled with displeasure, âbecause we wanted to celebrate Mr.
Fordâs birthday. We didnât plan for a dead woman to show up suddenly. If someone like that were to join us, Iâm afraid it would take all the fun out of the party...â
Just as she spoke, she could feel an icy gaze directed at her.
It was Weston. His eyes had always looked cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion, but right now, it was bitingly, piercingly ruthless.
His thin lips only parted slightly, but the words he spat out were like sharp icy blades, âGet out.â
Two short words, yet the air in the restaurant instantly froze, as if they had been transported into a freezer.
Nicole quickly realized that she had made a huge mistake, regretting her words as soon as she spoke them.
But it was too late to turn back now. She could see that Westonâs expressions had changed drastically.
With a face that gradually got paler, she meekly uttered, âI...â
âDidnât you hear me?â Weston barked while unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his long fingers so he could get some fresh air and breathe a little more easily. âI said, get out.â
âGet out now,â he stressed. âAnd never ever let me see your face again.â