Though he would like to refute Weston, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his son was right.
âBut you did promise me youâd marry Gwen, yet now you suddenly broke off the engagement. What exactly is going on here?â he grumbled.
âWhat if Gwen suddenly remembers everything, huh? How would Iâ¦â he suddenly blurted, unable to hold back his feelings any longer. âIf she does recall everything and wants to make the truth public, then itâs her right to do so, isnât that correct?â he interrupted.
Chris was fired up with rage. He glared at Weston with clenched fists and snarled, âI will never let that happen!â
They stood there at the entrance , facing off each other with neither willing to concede.
âI know that woman still excites you because sheâs new,â Chris blurted out bluntly. âAnd Iâm not going to stop you from having as much fun as you like with her, but Iâm telling you right now, a woman like that will never be accepted into our family!â
As he finished speaking, he picked up his suit jacket and 1 rushed out of the door, leaving the Ford Mansion without even looking back once. Weston stared at his father as he disappeared in the distance. When he was gone, he looked away and sneered before returning to the living room. After such a day, he should stay at the Ford Mansion for at least a few days to manage all the family affairs that might arise. In fact, he had informed Stella in advance that he would be away on a business trip for a while, but to his surprise, his own mother had invited her here.
He picked up his phone and was about to call Stella when he was suddenly distracted by the sound of Zach crying upstairs.
Usually, Weston wouldnât be bothered by that, knowing that there was an army of nannies ready to take care of him at any time at all, not to mention his mother Wendy, who was always by Zachâs side.
But today, Weston was filled with an inexplicable urge to go upstairs to Zach. When he got there, he was met with the sight of Stella, still clad in the same dress she wore that evening, but her hair was already let down, and it fell casually on her shoulders.
She was holding Zach in her arms. Her movements were a little awkward, but she still gently patted his back and softly cooed, âDonât cry⦠Itâs alright⦠Donât cryâ¦â
It was as if Stella possessed a magical ability to completely entrance him because he was completely rooted to the spot, unwilling to take a step further for fear of ruining the beautiful scene before him.
He gazed at her as she held the child tenderly as if she was his mother. He had only ever seen her as a perfect wife, and he had never once considered what she would look like as a mother.
Weston thought of the many sides of Stellaâs personality when she was with him-her shyness and timidness when she slept beside him, her affection and consideration when she was his loving wife, and her anguished decisiveness when she left himâ¦
There had been so many sides to this woman, and here, he was witnessing another side of hers that he had never seen before.
If Stella hadnât suffered the tragic miscarriage, she wouldâve been a gentle and caring mother to their child right now. That realization pierced through Westonâs heart like a dagger. He was even more afraid of taking a step forward now. It was the first time that he truly felt the pain of the loss of their child deep in his bones.
Till now, he had always thought that it was not that big of a deal. He could always have another child anyway, if he really wanted to. All that mattered to him was that Stella was by his side. He might feel regret every once in a while, but that was the extent of it.
But now, he finally appreciated the pain that Stella must have gone through.
If things had gone differently, they should now have a healthy, living and breathing child whose beating heart would be filled with both his blood and hers.
The gut-wrenching pain gripped his soul and washed over his whole being. It hit him continuously wave after wave, and it felt as if it would never end.