Chapter 1965
When Love Comes Late
She viewed them both as irksome.
Massaging her temples, she told Joann, âI need to leave.
Iâm not feeling well.
â
Joann, misinterpreting Lindsayâs distress as disappointment from the failed scheme, whispered reassuringly, âI know today was my fault.
Iâll make it right.
â
Acknowledging her, Lindsay quickly said her farewells and rushed off.
Her mind was troubled as she headed to the hospital, determined to discern whether Matthew harbored any suspicions toward her.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Matthew, having just received medication that eased his condition, recalled Stellaâs earlier words.
He looked puzzled and inquired, âYou mentioned falling into the water at the Lowellâs.
What exactly happened?â
Nikolai observed a change in Stellaâs attire and asked with evident concern, âI couldnât help but notice your absence from the celebration in the banquet hall earlier.
Stella, what happened?â
Stellaâs face was etched with gravity as she recounted, âI found myself crossing paths with Bennett in the garden.
We had a brief conversation, and as I walked away, a chilling premonition of being followed overwhelmed me.
Just as I spun around to confront this feeling, I was suddenly thrust forward, losing my balance and tumbling into the cool embrace of the swimming pool.
Hearing my cries, Bennett rushed back and escorted me to change my clothes.
â
With a touch of sarcasm, Nikolai commented, âWhat was meant to be a grand engagement celebration has been marred by unfortunate incidents, one after another.
It seems even the heavens are discontent, attempting to disrupt Bennettâs union with Joann.
â
Matthew, whose silence spoke volumes, scrutinized Stella with a discerning eye, his expression softening only after confirming she was unharmed.
Breaking the silence, he inquired, âYouâve had limited interaction with Bennett.
What exactly was discussed during your encounter?â
Stella hesitated, her mind wrestling with the complexities of the truth, for the encounter had layers not easily explained.
She gave a casual response.
âIt appears he had made a mistake, thinking I might be his relative.
â
Matthewâs brow creased in thought.
Nikolai, with a note of surprise, interjected, âRelatives within the Lowell lineage?â After a brief pause, clarity seemed to strike him, and he added, âI remember now, Bennett had an uncle, a master of the arts, famed for his talents.
Unfortunately, he and his wife, as well as their child, became casualties in the relentless conflicts faced by the Lowell family.
â
Stellaâs eyes widened in shock.
âIs such a somber story really part of the Lowell history?â
Nikolai nodded solemnly.
âIt was a matter of great public scrutiny in Bysea.
Bennettâs uncle chose a life of seclusion, rarely stepping into the public eye.
Rumor has it he married a designer, and they welcomed a daughter.
Tragically, their peace was shattered when calamity struck, claiming their lives.
â
With a heavy sigh, Nikolai continued, âThis episode cast a long shadow over the Lowell family, prompting them to relocate abroad and gradually fade from the public spotlight.
â
As Nikolai spoke, each word seemed to bear the weight of the tragedy years ago, stirring an inexplicable ache in Stellaâs heart.
Turning his gaze toward Stella, Nikolai added, âIf my memory serves correctly, his uncleâs daughter would be your age now, assuming sheâs still among the living.
I suspect Bennett may mistakenly think you were that child.
â
Stella now understood the complexity hidden within Bennettâs gaze whenever their paths crossed.
She sighed, reflecting on the cruel turns of fate.
âWere those responsible for the tragedy ever brought to justice?â she asked.
Nikolai shook his head, the sorrow evident in his eyes.
âThe matter was quickly silenced.
Only a select few, along with the Lowell family, know the full extent of what happened, but their anguish is undeniable.
â
Nikolai sighed once again, his thoughts heavy.