âAre you afraid that Miss Ella will be upset if the operation is unsuccessful?â
Weston didnât answer.
Ben immediately understood what he meant and sighed.â Okay, I see.â
After speaking , he thought of something again. âWhat about the matter of Miss Guinevere donating blood to her...â
The man frowned and interrupted. âDonât tell her.â
He didnât want Stella to remember that he had forced her to give blood to Guinevere.
At Old Cohen Mansion, in Guinevereâs room. She stared blankly at the suitcases that people had brought in. â...is everything packed?â âEverythingâs all packed, Miss!â
Mrs. Cohen walked in, and seeing her sad face, she sighed. âGuinevere, donât be too upset. There is n o destiny between you and Weston! Stop thinking about him. Your father and I have found a few young men for you, and you will m eet them when the time comes.â
Ignoring her, Guinevere asked, âIs everything here?â
These were the things she put in the Ford familyâs old house. Initially, she was half the hostess there, a nd if she had waited a few months, she couldâve become the real Mrs. Ford.
Now, however, all her effort had gone to waste. How could she be satisfied?
Impossible!
âTheyâre all basically here.â
Mrs. Cohen sat beside her. As she watched Guinevere, her heart ached. âYes. Theyâre all here.â
Suddenly, tears began to pool around her eyes as they got red. âHow could he treat me like this? Iâve lo ved him for so many years! Itâs just some clothes, yet he didnât want to see them.â
Mrs. Cohen said, âWe donât need it either! Besides Zachary, we wonât have anything to do with the Ford family.â
âYes... I still have Zachary!â
Guinevere came to her senses and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. âThereâs still Zachary between him and me.â
Mrs. Cohen was too stunned to speak. âYou still want to be with him?â
âMom, I love him. I canât lose him.
âIf I donât have him, everything would be meaningless!â Guinevere suddenly cried out loud.
Before she could finish, Mrs. Cohenâs face instantly darkened. âYou should look at what youâve become. Even i f he doesnât like you, he canât embarrass you like this. Even if you have a son, you shouldnât have to wo rry about not getting married. Besides, you are also a famous star in the entertainment industry. Why are you afraid that you will not find a man?â
In retrospect , it was actually easy for her to get a man, but what she wanted wasnât an easy man.
She wanted Weston.
âWake up! He doesnât care about you at all. If you continue this, you will only embarrass your father an d me!â
âBut mom, didnât you just say we still have Zachary? If. Zach is still here, he will treat me better...â
Mrs. Cohen looked at her with great disappointment.â You are obsessed.â
She stood up then said, âFrom now on, youâre not allowed to go out on your own.â
Her face turned cold, and she warned Guinevere, âWe will tell the public that you have suffered from old problems, and you are not in the right mind to go out. Unless you think things out thoroughly, otherwise just stay at home! Donât go anywhere!â
After speaking, she ignored Guinevereâs pleas, slammed the door, and left.
The night breeze blew with gentle wisps, blowing the curtains open every now and then.
Weston stood in front of the hospital bed, looked down at Stella, who was lying on the bed, and sat down beside her.
His fingers touched her cheek and moved around the area slowly.
Stella had woken up long ago, and she was just pretending to be asleep.
Sensing the touch on her face, she opened her eyes and woke up.
â...what time is it?â
She pretended to have not heard anything and put on a confused expression.