Chapter 811: Chapter 813

At least, it appeared to Stella that Guinevere‘s reputation was more important to him than her life.

She thought he would‘ve certainly chosen Guinevere at such a critical time.

A glint flashed past Stella‘s eyes, but she didn‘t reply to Weston.

He held her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers as he turned to Mrs. Cohen. “The doctor is already here. I‘ll bring her out first.”

His tone was mild and not particularly emotional, yet it bore a clear, authoritative note.

Stella looked down to see him holding her hand tightly. His fingers were long and graceful–looking.

She had a quirk–looking at other people‘s hands.

When they were first married, she realized how good Weston‘s hands looked, believing that such a pair of hands would look stunning while playing the piano.

Weston did not realize what she thought as he held her hands and prepared to leave. It was then that the sound of a car engine shutting off came from the courtyard.

Immediately after, Chris appeared at the door.

“How‘s Gwen doing?” He was wearing a white suit and looked like he rushed all the way here, an anxious look on his face.

Stella could clearly feel Weston‘s hand tightening, making her fingers hurt slightly.

“Weston…”

She couldn‘t help but turn to glance at him and ask,“ What‘s the matter?”

His eyes shifted. When he snapped back to attention, he released his grip and apologized softly.

“Sorry.”

Stella furrowed her brows and surveyed him.

Somehow, she had a feeling that whenever Chris appeared with Guinevere , Weston always seemed a little strange. Was there something between them that she did not know of? Chris walked toward every one in the house and first looked at Mrs. Cohen. “I’m sorry I came late. How is Gwen?”

The look of genuine concern on Chris‘ face softened Mrs. Cohen‘s tone. “She had a dose of sedatives administered.

As for specific details, the doctor is still trying to find out.”

The expression on Chris‘ face was heavy and solemn.“ Why did her condition suddenly relapse?”

“You‘ll have to ask your beloved son about that!”

Mrs. Cohen began grumbling as she turned toward the two who were about to leave. “If it weren‘t for that woman, Ella, Gwen wouldn‘t have become like this!”

Chris walked toward the couple , his face taut with fury.

He glanced at Ella before turning to look at Weston with an icy glare. “What exactly happened?”

Mrs. Cohen sneered and responded on their behalf.“ Weston said that he wanted to marry Ella, which shocked Gwen...”

Chris‘ eyes widened. “What?”

He was even more agitated than Mrs. Cohen as he questioned Weston. “You want to marry this random Weston furrowed his brows in discontent. “She‘s not a random woman.” Chris’ face darkened with anger, “Weston Ford, what did you previously promise me? You said that you would marry Gwen and treat her well! Just look at what you‘ve done!”

Stella, stuck between them, felt exposed and vulnerable, as if stripped naked and left in the sun.

Weston‘s hand tightened over hers as he noticed her gradually paling face.

He looked down at her and said firmly, “I want to marry her. It is a decision I have made, and it will never change.”

“Weston Ford!” Chris raised his volume and glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Weston looked straight at him and repeated himself. “I want to marry her.”