Chapter 885: Chapter 887

Guinevere was in a terrible state with her hair disheveled. When she saw Weston, her eyes lit up.

“You‘ve finally come to see me Weston saw the deep and shallow cut scars on her wrist and frowned. “What you‘re doing is useless.

Even if I feel sorry for you, I won‘t give you what you want.”

Guinevere looked at him with a sad face and was about to burst into tears. “Why...

“Weston, I‘ve loved you for so many years... We even have a child “Why did it end this way? Why are you doing this to me...”

As she mumbled, her head hurt again.

“My child... Zach...” The memories she had deliberately forgotten suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Guinevere was often in a dazed state: However, now that she had awakened from her dreams, she could no longer lie to herself. She grabbed Weston‘s hand forcefully. “My child... Zach…”

Her head hurt. “Zach... Whose child is he?”

Weston looked down at her. “Do you remember something?”

Guinevere shook her head hard. “I can‘t seem to remember it...

“Why would I want to remember it? It‘s too painful...”

Guinevere struggled again. Her parents had been staying at the side and watching after her. When they saw her in pain, they rushed to her. “What‘s wrong?”

Weston released himself from her grip. “Get the doctor to take a look at her.” After saying that, he got up and left.

Chris was waiting for him outside. When he saw him, he came over and asked, “Why did you come out so fast? How is she?”

“If you want to know, you can go in and see for yourself.”

“What...”

Weston glanced at him with a look. “She‘ll remember it eventually. You should think about how you‘ll deal with it then.”

After that, he ignored Chris‘s upset expression and walked out.

When Weston got into the car, Ben reported, “Roger has woken up. Mrs. Ford is taking care of him in the ward.”

“I see.” Then, Weston said, “Go straight to the hospital.”

Ben was not surprised by Weston‘s order. He knew Stella was probably the most important person to Weston right now.

The car soon arrived at the hospital. No one had informed the sibling about his arrival.

After all, Stella was with Roger. There was no need to inform them.

When Weston arrived at the door, he heard the sibling’s conversation from inside the ward. Roger sounded like he was questioning Stella. “Why didn‘t you tell me after all these years?

Why didn‘t you tell me I‘m not Mom and Dad‘s biological son?!”

Weston stopped dead in his tracks.

At the same time, in Roger‘s ward.

Stella looked at him helplessly. “I thought this wouldn‘t affect our bond at all. Isn‘t that so? Even if we‘re not blood–related, won‘t I still be your sister?”

Roger‘s expression suddenly turned strange. He seemed a little shameful.

“But I don‘t want to think of you as my sister anymore...”

“What?” Stella did not understand what he meant. At first, she thought Roger hated Weston so much that he wanted to threaten her by cutting off his ties with her.

Roger looked into her eyes and enunciated slowly, “I don‘t want you to be my sister anymore... I don‘t want you to marry Weston either.”

He sounded serious. “I want to be with you forever.”

Weston was standing outside the door. When he heard Roger‘s words, he was furious. He gripped the doorknob with extreme force, as if he wanted to crush it. His grim face was frightening.