Chapter 1045

Chapter 1045Chapter 1045
Joan sighed, wondering if he could really be with Guinevere.
Stella knew Joan was not asleep yet, so she came out of the room wrapped in a woolen shawl. “…
You should go and get some rest. It‘s getting late now.”
“Mrs. Ford?”
Joan looked at the frail figure in front of her and couldn‘t help but comfort her, saying, “I‘m sure Mr. Ford i
s held up by something urgent right now. Once he‘s dealt with everything, I‘m sure he‘ll come home. Don‘
t you worry about it. I‘ll wait for him here. You can go inside and get some rest…”
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“I‘m not waiting for him anymore,” Stella shook her head. “You should go and get some rest too.”
She smiled and added, “He‘s probably by Guinevere‘s
side.”
After all, their son had just died. As Zachary‘s father, it was only natural that he would be with the child‘s
mother right now. Stella had nothing against that.
“Mrs. Ford…” The more she acted that way, the more Joan felt bad for her. “I‘m certain Mr. Ford will com
e home once he‘s dealt with everything out there.”
Stella‘s eyebrows drooped. She closed her eyes.
It no longer mattered to her whether he came home or not.
The awsul weather late at nighit made going out to sea unsuitable.Ben stood on the deck as the waves violently rocked the boat. He glanced around and turned to Weston,
saying,” It looks like it might rain soon, Mr. Ford.” Weston stood tall and firm at the front deck. His eyes w
ere as dark as the surface of the nocturnal sea, dotted with faint starlight. The aura around his body was
frosty enough to condense the air, but his voice was eerily calm when he said, “This matter must be resol
ved before dawn.”
Whether Roger was alive or dead, they had to get to the bottom of this.
Ben nodded.
“We never expected things to ever come to this, Mr. Ford …” Ben explained apologetically.
He rarely ever fumbled in the tasks Weston assigned him, and although what had happened was due to f
actors that were out of his control, he still blamed himself for being incompetent, ultimately leading to We
ston having to
clean up all the mess himself.
But now that the ship had sailed, it was no longer the time to look for someone to blame.
“Make sure that Stella docsn‘t know about this for now,” Weston raised his wrist and glanced at the time.”
Negotiate with those people over at the delta. Do what you can to bring him back.”
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“Yes, Mr. Ford.”
Ben noticed his visibly somber face and couldn‘t help commenting, “Who would‘ve thought that he‘d be s
o similar to Mrs. Ford? They‘re both just so headstrong…‘They had finally managed to rescue Roger from those dangerous people over at the delta. However, not
only was Roger not grateful, he even insisted on treating Weston like an enemy.
Not only that, but he even went so far as…
Ben sighed again.
TIL
Weston turned around , his eyes dark
as the night. Like the vast endless sea, dangerous turbulence hid behind their ostensibly calm surface. Th
Joan couldn‘t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. She had been raring to give Weston another call, b
Even Stella was probably asleep
by now, so why shouldn‘t she just wait till the next morning to talk to him? That was what she thought, but
Weston might be spending time alone with Guinevere Cohen right now at
such a late hour. What if something
happened? She could hardly be blamed for worrying over this because it was plain for everyone to see th
Zachary‘s death must have caused them indescribable pain, which presented an excellent opportunity for
This would be the perfect fuel to reignite old flames, and once that spark was lit, no one could contain the
Just as her thoughts ran wild, she suddenly heard the gate opening downstairs. The creaking noise distinc
“Could that be Mr. Ford coming home?” Joan sprang up to her feet.
The black Maybach slowly pulled into the driveway as the
gate opened. When Weston stepped out of the car, henoticed Joan waiting for him at the elevator door.
“You‘re still awake?” he shot her a glance and frowned.