Weston had never once mentioned those things to her at all.
Stella fell silent for a long time.
Henry said nothing more after that. He noticed that Angelina had been staring gravely at him the whole time, but in the end, he managed to blurt out everything that was on his mind.
Angelina had simply turned away from him now, no longer in the mood to pay any attention to him.
The atmosphere grew tense and heavy.
In the end, it was Angelina who broke the silence and said, âOkay, letâs stop talking about these unhappy things. Youâre getting discharged today, arenât you?â
Stella nodded.
âThe doctor said he wanted to observe my condition for a little longer, but Iâll be able to leave this evening.â
âThen why donât we go out for dinner together later? Yvonne just sent me a message telling me sheâd reserved a table at a restaurant.â
âOkay,â Stella replied simply.
Angelina was then satisfied enough to stand up and walk towards Henry, telling him, âOkay, we can go now.â
As she spoke, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out of the room.
As they passed the bed, Stella sat up and asked Henry coldly, âWas everything youâve told me just now true?â
âDo I have any reason to lie?â Henry argued, pausing to shoot a glance at her. Stellaâs empty eyes gazed vacantly at the blanket. He added, âI know many things have happened between you two, and I know heâs done so much to hurt you. But think about it, what would you have done if you were in his shoes?
âIâm not trying to help him here, but I just want to point out that perhaps he might not be the evil monster you think he is. At the very least, his feelings for you are genuine.â
After that, he quickly strode out of the room and left.
Though Angelina glared at him the whole time, he acted as if he didnât see her. When they reached the hallway, Angeline shook his hand off unhappily and snapped, â Iâve been shooting you looks, telling you to stop! Why did you have to tell Stella all those things about Weston Ford?â
âBecause apart from you, there are others who are also important to me.â
He looked straight into her eyes and said, âWeston is the closest friend I ever had. I didnât do anything that you wouldnât want me to do. Besides, Iâve watched Weston waste away for years, and I canât go on without doing anythingâ¦
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âOf course, youâve always been such a loyal friend,â Angelina said. âJust as you are with Guinevere Cohen. You failed to win her heart, so you loved her like a sister instead, didnât you?â
Henryâs face turned sullen. Angelina had once again brought up Guinevere.
âHavenât you moved on?â he asked her. âIâve completely severed ties with her. I didnât see her even after her fall from grace. What else do you want me to do?â
âI donât want you to do anything!â Angelina shoved his hand away, her face twisted with rage. âYou did all that on your own accord! If you are unwilling to, however, youâre always free to stop!â
She then turned on her heels and left him.
Henry watched as she stomped away, himself accosted by a throbbing headache.
He had been too agitated just now and said something that he regretted.
âWait!â he said, running after Angelina. âI didnât mean it that way⦠â
Meanwhile, Stella lay in the private ward with her eyes closed, though Henryâs words wouldnât stop swirling around her head.
She had never expected Westonâs life to be so miserable during the past three years. She had always assumed that his passionate feelings for her were all talk, that his life had been completely unaffected, and that he had moved on after her death without difficulty.
Never would she have thought that, in those three years, Weston had really fallen in love with her.
The corners of her mouth twitched. She chuckled wryly, as if she was mocking herself.
If only he had fallen in love with her sooner, they would never have ended up this way.