Chapter 1905

Stella recollected herself and shook Paul’s hand, saying,” Thank you very much for your support to the welfare center.”

Paul not only covered his face, but Stella also realized he was wearing gloves when she shook his hand.

She could feel that Paul’s hand was not very big. She had not met a man with such small hands before.

She wondered to herself, ‘Could it be because he’s short?’ Paul said, Money is something you can’t bring with you when you die. I’m just trying to help as many people as I can before I end up on the sickbed.”

Paul spoke as if he was going to die anytime and had accepted his fate.

Stella looked at him from head to toe. He was wrapped up so tightly that the only visible part about him was his eyes.

‘But he doesn’t look very old. What a strange man.’ Stella thought to herself.

“H-Have you been well over these years?” Paul suddenly asked.

Stella was taken aback as her gaze deepened, “Do you know me?’*

Paul’s expression remained the same as if that was just a casual question, “I’ve met with your mother, Rainee Spade, a few times.”

Almost all of Rainee’s friends had attended her funeral.

Stella looked through Rainee’s contacts on her phone and told each and every one of them about her death.

However, Stella had never seen Paul.

Over the years, when Rainee stayed in the hospital, Paul never once visited her either.

‘Is it possible he could remember my mom just because he had seen her a few times?

Besides, there are so many other welfare centers out there. Why choose to donate at the one my mom has supported before?’ ’ As Stella thought about that, she said, “So, you’re an old friend of my mom, I see. Mr. Morant, could you please give me your number? My mom used to say that her business would never succeed without her friends, and I guess you’re one of them. I’d like to visit you sometime in the future on her behalf.”

“I don’t live in Rivera,” Paul said flatly. “I only came here… because there’s something I need to take care of. I’ll be leaving in two days.”

“You don’t?” Stella paused before continuing, “You sound exactly like a local.

So, where do you live?”

Paul stiffened as his tone turned somewhat cold, “This is my private matter. I don’t have to tell you everything about myself, do I?”

Stella pursed her lips, “I’m sorry if that came out rude.” Paul had an indescribable look on his face.

After a long pause, he told Shelley, “I’ll not take up any of your time now that you have another guest.”

Although Shelley persuaded him to stay, he insisted on leaving. So, she stood up and walked him out.

Stella followed behind them and scrutinized Paul. Then, she secretly took a photo of him with her phone.

Shelley was worried that Stella’s words might have offended Paul. She kept explaining on Stella’s behalf.

Paul waved his hand. When he was about to speak, a child ran toward him and accidentally bumped into him. His hat fell off, revealing a sparse scalp.

Stella was stunned. Paul hastily picked up his hat and put it back on. He moved so nervously that his hands were trembling.

Shelley was very embarrassed and scolded the child, who ran over before apologizing to Paul.

Paul’s face turned pale. Then, he got into his car and left without saying anything.

After that, Shelley breathed a sigh of relief, “How pitiful of him.”

Stella hesitated and asked, “Ms. Cooke, do you know Mr. Morant well?”