Chapter 1564
When Love Comes Late
Matthew nodded in agreement.
Seated beside Matthew, Stella observed him holding a pen and proceeded to articulate her thoughts in detail.
She maintained an unwavering gaze, promptly offering suggestions for revisions.
Their collaboration was seamless; deeply engrossed in the project, they were interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by Haleyâs entrance as she pushed it open.
Carrying a steaming glass of milk, she made her way to the desk.
âI noticed you hadnât eaten anything this morning.
I was worried you might be hungry, so I warmed up some milk for you.
â
As she spoke, her eyes subtly drifted toward the painting on the desk.
Adopting a concerned tone, she queried, âWhy are you still working? Youâre injured.
â
Meeting Haleyâs gaze with a bright smile, Stella reassured, âItâs fine.
Matthew can assist me.
â
Haley nodded approvingly.
âThatâs good.
But remember to take care of yourself.
â
Stella nodded.
Matthewâs attention had been fixed on Haley since her arrival.
Noting her lingering presence, he inquired, âIs there anything else?â
After a brief pause, Haley offered an awkward smile.
âNo, Iâll head out now.
Carry on with your work.
â Placing the milk on the desk, she exited the room.
Noticing the solemn expression on Matthewâs face, Stella couldnât resist pinching his cheek lightly.
âShe just dropped by with some warm milk.
No need to be so serious.
Itâs impolite.
â
Matthew turned to Stella, his tone grave.
âDonât you find her behavior odd?â
âNo.
â After a moment of contemplation, Stella sighed.
âItâs just that sometimes I feel thereâs a certain distance between us, despite her gestures.
They say thereâs a real connection between mother and daughter, some sort of telepathy.
But between Haley and me, there seems to be something lacking.
â
Her brow furrowed slightly as she expressed her thoughts.
That lingering distance was why she couldnât bring herself to call Haley her mother.
Matthewâs gaze darkened as he reiterated his concern.
âDespite the DNA report confirming your relationship, something about her feels off.
Anyway, I think sheâ¦â
âStop!â Stella interjected.
She knew where his thoughts were heading, that Haley wasnât her real mother.
She disliked hearing it and didnât want Matthew to interrogate Haley in her presence.
âDonât speak nonsense.
How could the report be false? You have to trust the experts,â Stella asserted firmly.
Matthew sensed her frustration, yet he felt compelled to caution her, fearing she might face disappointment in the end.
Gazing at Stellaâs injured hand, he murmured, âI suspect she might have staged your injury.
â