Thus, something dawned on Henry. âDonât tell me the most unlikely scenario that could happen just happenedâ¦â
Whenever Guinevere couldnât get the kind of treatment she wanted from Weston, she would constantly go to him, complaining and asking for help. Henry leamed of Westonâs love life from her, and he could guess that this Ella he spoke about was the person that, according to Guinevere, was a substitute Weston was using for Stella Sealey.
It was understandable that anyone would be reminded of Stella when they saw Ella since they looked so uncannily similar, yet to Henryâ¦
After all, he was the one who had done Ellaâs DNA identification and saw with his own eyes that Stella Sealey and Ella Steele were not the same people.
He simply could not believe that a man like Weston would fall in love with Stellaâs substitute. Besides, Ella was completely unaffected by the kidnapping. Or was Weston trying to mold and shape Ella into the real Stella Sealey?
âI donât want anyone else to know about this,â Weston asserted without answering Henryâs question.
âIâm not joking, Henry.â
Henry was momentarily speechless. He had never heard anyone use such a stern voice to deal with him, especially not from his best friend, Weston.
âOkay,â he replied, massaging his temples. âI got it. Seriously thoughâ¦â
Al that moment, Henry couldnât guess what Weston was thinking or what he was trying to do at all.
Meanwhile, Stella was now approaching from the other end of the hallway.
âIâll explain it to you later,â Weston told Henry before quickly hanging up.
Henry scowled and cursed under his breath as he heard the beeping tone. He could hardly believe it, but it seemed that the powerful and invincible Weston was completely under a womanâs spell Weston swiftly put his phone back into his pocket, but Stella had long been watching him when she walked over âWho were you talking 10?â she asked when she reached his side âHenry Moore,â he replied, not planning to lie to her He then took her hand and asked, âDo you want me to go with you.â
It was evident from dois pastures that he wanted to go with Stella. She saw no reason to refuse hui, yosh 100ded As they entered the hospital room, they saw the corpse of the kidnapper still lying on the patientâs bed, yet to be taken care of. It was ghostly pale and gray. He was discovered dead last night and should have been inoved to the mortuary, but the body was still there because Stella wanted to see him.
Stella scrutinized the lifeless face. Her brows then knitted. âI donât think he looks like that manâ¦â she muttered. That manâs face had been carved in her memory. She could still remember it in detail.
Although this dead man looked similar, Stella thought he somehow looked different. âHe mustâve lost a lot of weight since heâd been bedridden for so long,â Weston explained. Stella thought that made sense. She no longer wanted to dwell on it.
âYouâre done?â Weston asked as he walked to her side. âAre you satisfied now?â âSatisfied?â she scoffed. âHe almost killed me! My⦠My baby died because of him! Do you think Iâd be so easily satisfied?â
LL âWhat can I do to satisfy you?â
Stella shook her head. âHeâs dead now. Thereâs nothing more that you can do. Perhaps if the mastermind behind that kidnapping is caught, I might beâ¦â Stella paused and glanced at Weston. Her implications were clear. She had always been sure that Guinevere Cohen was the one who planned the kidnapping. âI will tell you everything you want to know,â Weston tightened his grip on her hands, âbut not right now.â He didnât want to make any promises right now. He wanted to wait till the dust settled when this whole thing was over. The last thing he wanted to do was to give Stella false hope.
But from Stellaâs perspective, it was clear that Weston was just protecting Guinevere Cohen. He had never believed her that she was guilty.
After a long silence, Stella pursed her lips. âForget it. I no longer expect you to believe me.â