Stella frowned. She put down the coffee cup and picked up her handbag before announcing, âIf thereâs
nothing. else, Iâll be leaving now.â
âNo problem, Miss Cicily. I hear youâve got two young children, and I wouldnât want to take up any more of your time. Oh, should I drive you home?â
âNo,â she shook her head. âI drove myself.â
She then got up and left without even looking at Weston once.
Just as she walked down the steps below the coffee shop, Weston suddenly grabbed her wrist and hel d her in place.
âStella.â
She seemed completely unsurprised by the turn of events. In fact, she had expected that something lik e this would happen.
âWhat is it now?â she asked, looking at him with raised brows.
That cold, unsurprised look of hers stung Westonâs eyes.
âI have something to tell you. Do you have some time to spare?â
âYou surprise me, Mr. Ford. I didnât think that a man like you would need to ask if someone had time to spare. Why didnât you just scoop them and take them aw ay if you wanted to see them, just like you did in the past?â
He could sense the sarcasm in her voice, but he did not try to argue with her. His eyes remained calm
and unperturbed.
âThereâs something very important that I think you should know,â he said.
Stella glanced at him, realizing that he was not joking. She looked at the time and said, âI can only give you half an hour. I have to pick
up Elias and Emma, and weâre meeting Miguel today.â
Westonâs eyes swiftly darkened as soon as he heard the name âMiguel.â There was even a flash of anguish on his face.
But by then, Stella had turned around with her back towards him, so she did not notice any of that.
They both got into the car, and Weston drove to a secluded spot where no one was around.
It was a long time before he finally spoke up.
âHow have you been doing these past couple of days?â he asked.
âWhat exactly do you want to tell me?â she responded bluntly, not being in the mood to hear any of his nonsense at all.
Weston massaged his temples and smiled bitterly. She did. not even have the patience to hear him speak now.
âThereâs a problemâ¦â he began in a grave tone, âwith Miguelâs identity.â
Stellaâs eyes widened. Staring incredulously at him, she asked, âWhat did you say?â
âThereâs a problem with Miguelâs identity,â he repeated slowly and clearly.
Miguel had apparently been extra careful in concealing his true identity, but Weston still managed to fin d some clues that he had left behind.
âThese are some information I found about his background,â said Weston as he handed Stella a folder
of documents. âYou can make your own conclusion.â
Ever since the first time he met Miguel, Weston had always been investigating his identity and backgrou Miguelâs face looked too similar to Roger Sealey. Using that as a starting point, Weston soon found that Records of Miguelâs life trajectory seemed to begin after Rogerâs death. Although there seemed to be an thinking that they were two different people, Weston quickly worked out that the details about Miguelâs life prior to Rogerâs death seemed ma In fact, it was easy to determine whether or not someoneâs life records were genuine or not. But at the s lives of these two identities.
Stellaâs face gradually got paler as she read through the documents in her hands.
âBut thatâs impossibleâ¦â she gripped the documents tightly between her fingers. âIf itâs true that heâs Rog Weston looked straight at her and said, âI think you know why.â
It was obvious that he wanted to be with Stella as ââââââââââââââ
someone else â not as brother and sister, but as a man and a woman