Chapter 1835
When Love Comes Late
Each time she saw Bella, a familiar sensation convinced her of a possible parent-child connection.
Unfortunately, reality had other plans.
Matthew stroked her back and whispered, âItâs my fault.
I should have confirmed everything before getting your hopes up.
If I hadnât, you wouldnât be this upset now.
â
Stella looked up at his weary face and shook her head.
âItâs not your fault.
I just wanted it too much,â she murmured.
She lowered her gaze and clasped Matthewâs hand.
âDonât stress about it.
Itâs been a long time, and even my grandfather has forgotten the details.
Finding someone who disappeared so many years ago is never easy.
We need to be patient.
â
Her words were as much for herself as they were for Matthew.
Matthew looked at her.
Under his gaze, Stella forced a smile and added, âAnd Iâve also gained a lot.
After all, my skill has been recognized by Bella and Iâve got the opportunity to learn from her.
Itâs not all a loss.
â
Matthew could tell she was just putting on a brave face.
The more she spoke, the more he sympathized with her plight.
He held Stellaâs hand reassuringly and said, âDonât be discouraged.
As long as we keep following the clues, we will find your mother as soon as possible.
â
âOkay,â Stella replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, indicating her dwindling hope.
Matthew comforted her and shifted the conversation.
âDo you remember any conversations
when you were with Haley? Did she mention anyone, like a boyfriend?â
He had revisited the circumstances of Haleyâs death several times and something about it seemed off.
To uncover the truth, finding this mysterious man could be the key breakthrough.
Stella thought for a moment before responding, âI havenât heard her mention any man.
I didnât feel inclined to get close to her; she was always on guard with me and never shared much about her personal life.
Iâm just relieved that my mother isnât her.
.
â
Her gaze then shifted toward Matthew with a hint of curiosity.
Matthew seldom brought up Haley.
Why was he discussing her so earnestly today?
âWas there anything wrong with her?â Stella frowned.
She had witnessed Haleyâs death; there shouldnât have been any doubts.
âNothing specific.
I just thought there was something odd about her death at the time, so I asked,â Matthew replied casually, trying to prevent Stella from worrying further.
He embraced her gently and comforted, âIâll look into it later.
Donât think too much about it now.
Itâs late; try to get some sleep.
â
In Matthewâs arms, Stella felt a profound sense of security.
A wave of sleepiness gradually washed over her, and she nestled into a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Matthew turned to gaze at her peaceful face, but his mind was still preoccupied with the dayâs events.