The Ford Mansion was awash in bright lights amid the deep of night.
A doctor dressed in his robe paced around, his face plastered with nervousness.
The Cohensâ car was parked in the courtyard , and Mrs. Cohen was pacing anxiously back and forth at
the entrance, mumbling, âSheâll be fine...sheâll surely be fine Suddenly, she saw Stella standing at a side and immediately walked toward her, eyes redâ
rimmed with fury.
âYouâre Ella Steele, arenât you? What wicked motives do you harbor?â
Weston was busy with work when he heard Mrs. Cohenâs accusations.
He walked over to Stella and pulled her into his arms. âMrs. Cohen, please have some selfârespect.â
He stood ready to side with Stella no matter what, protecting her and guarding her against all things.
Mrs. Cohen was about to say something nasty, but Westonâs posture only upset her more.
âWeston, this woman is the cause of Gwenâs condition relapsing. Sheâs still critical, so how could you si de with the culprit?»
Westonâs brows furrowed.
He did not like Mrs. Cohen blaming Stella for what happened.
âGuinevere is in her current condition because of her own health. It has nothing to do with Ella.â
âHow does it have nothing to do with her? If it werenât for Ella provoking Gwen, would her condition have relapsed?â
By the time Mrs. Cohen found out what had happened and rushed over to the Ford Mansion, Guinevere had already caused quite a scene.
She had never seen her daughter behave so crazily before.
She was a whirlwind of insanity, sweeping almost everything on the floor and incoherently repeating her words. Un able to recognize anyone, she indiscriminately attacked everyone who tried to get close to her.
Mrs. Cohen would never forget that scene.
Guinevere was no different from a deranged psycopath. It was only when the doctor rushed over and fo rcefully administered a dose of the tranquilizer to her that she finally stopped.
Even the medical attendees who tried to restrain her had their arms and legs covered with scratches and marks.
One of the nurses had her face badly scratched. Tiny streaks of blood spiderwebbed her face, and she looked ghastly.
Mrs. Cohen had always known about Guinevereâs poor mental health, but this was the first time she witnessed the effects of her condition.
If she hadnât seen it for herself, she wouldnât have believed that this haggard â
looking madwoman was her own daughter...
She couldnât understand what Ella had done to turn her like that.
âYou wicked woman! Gwen has already broken off her engagement with Weston! What else do you want? Must you force her to her death?â
Mrs. Cohen pointed at Stellaâs face and berated her harshly. She then turned to Weston accusingly and bemoaned, âNo matter what, Gwen is still Zackâs mother, his biological mother! She gave birth to a son for you! How can you bear to see her become like this?â Her eyes turned red, seemingly blami ng Weston for all that was.
Stella could have easily rebutted her, but she couldnât bring herself to go against a mother who was losing her mind over her own daughter.
She didnât want to say anything. Instead, she turned to Weston and whispered, âI need some fresh air. Iâll head out for a walk.â
Weston furrowed his brows and fixed his gaze on her.â Iâll accompany you.â
Stella shook her head and pushed his hand away. âGo and take a look at Guinevere. Youâre still needed around here. You shouldnâ
âEllaâ¦â
Weston grabbed her arm with a torn look in his eyes. Stella looked at him with a smile. âIâm fine, donât w you.â
She was her usual obedient, pliant self, never putting him in a tight spot even at a time like this.
Weston pulled her closer and kissed her hair. âHer parents are with her; I donât need to be with her.â
Stella was slightly surprised that Weston was willing to put Guinevere aside at such a time.
She had always thought that Guinevere was important to him, at least. He didnât say a word when Guine her to die.