âPeople with this blood type are scarce, with only a few recorded cases, and they are not always able to meet the conditions for blood donation,â the doctor explained.
âHow can we solve this problem?â Westonâs eyebrows were knitted into a tight knot.
The doctor paused for a moment and suggested, âWhen Ms. Ellaâs condition improves, I suggest she draw some of her own blood regularly and store it in the hospital. When it might come in handy, the situation should be a little more favorableâ¦â
âOkay, I understand.â
Weston stood up. âAnd one more thing⦠Those pills she took a while back, did they do any damage to her body?â
The reason he was so worked up and told Stella to get lost wasnât just because she had used that drug to be able to sleep with him. It made him feel ridiculous and wretched.
His woman had to use such self-harming means to get intimate with him, something that wasnât easy for a man to endure.
More importantly, it was because he cherished her body very much and had spent so much effort trying to nurture her In the end, she did not love herself at all.
Those hormonal drugs were not something to be taken so casually And she had taken so much right under his nose without letting him know.
No wonder her health did not improve after so many days of nurturing âAlthough it will affect the body, she is still young and has been healthy. As long as she recuperates well and flushes the drugs get out of her system, there should be no problem⦠Anyway, she mustnât take those drugs anymore!â
âI understand.â
When Weston saw Warren already there with Stella in the ward, he paused slightly in his steps.
âGrandfather.â
He greeted Warren.
Warren nodded. âWhat did the doctor say?â
âNothing serious.â
He walked in, sat down next to Stella, and asked her, âAre you feeling better today?â.
âMuch better,â Stella nodded and said.
Warrenâs expression changed as he watched the intimate interaction between them.
He contemplated and reminded Weston. âWeston, since there is nothing wrong with her anymore, you should just let this slide once you give her a proper warning. Guinevereâs grandfather has often come to me, with no harm done.â
Weston did not say anything. Instead, he put his hand on Stellaâs face and gently touched her delicate cheek.
âGrandfather, I donât want to initiate trouble. But if people provoke me and I donât fight back, theyâll think I am a wimp.â
Warren shook his head and sighed. âIt seems you and I are of the same mind.â
When Weston heard that, he looked at Stella and smiled.â Youâre thinking the same as I am?â
Stella smiled. âI nearly got sold. What do you think?â
Warren stood up helplessly. âThis is a matter among you young people. I donât want to care about it anymore. After all, it was Guinevere who did something wrong in the first place, anyhowâ¦â
He looked at Weston. âYou still need to consider saving my face and her grandfatherâs. Donât make it too unsightly. Donât go any further than necessary.â
Weston did not say anything.
After a while, only then did he look at Warren. âItâs getting late. Should I send you back?â
âNo need.â
Warren waved his hand. âYou can stay here and take care of her, and donât delay the matters of the company.â
âYes.â
âI shall leave now.â
After Warren left, Ben understandingly left as well.
He closed the door for them when he walked out of the ward.
Stella chuckled. âYour assistant knows you well.â
Weston walked to her side and embraced her. âHe has been with me since he was very young and he is very loyal. You can look for him if you need anything.â
Stella shook her head. âHe is your man. Even if heâs loyal, heâs loyal only to you. I wouldnât dare use him.â
Weston laughed and brushed her hair to the back. âAt a time like this, you are still drawing the line between us?â
He kissed her cheek. âBelieve it or not, you are already the real Mrs. Ford in his heart.â
Stella, stunned for a moment, said nothing.
After a while, she changed topics. âI heard from Grandfather that you got Guinevere.â