Chapter 1229

Chapter 1229Chapter 1229
“You’ve seen it yourself, haven’t you? I couldn’t stop him three years ago, and I won’t be able to stop
him now! Not to mention now that that woman has returned…”
In fact, not only could he not stop Weston now, but he actually had no desire to do so either.
After that, he sent the Cohens out of his mansion and thought nothing about them ever again. No
matter how hard they begged and cried, he remained completely unmoved.
After a while, it started to rain.
The butler told Warren that the Cohens had finally left.
Warren pushed his wheelchair to the window and stared at the pouring rain outside. He suddenly
sighed and said, “I’m glad you’re still alive.”
Stella had set up her own office now. She had come back to expand her career here, so after signing
some
contracts, she publicly announced her return and set up her own personal office in the city.
Today was their first day of working here, so as the big boss of the place, she naturally had to be there
with everyone.
Not long after meeting her new employees, the receptionist came to her and said, “There’s someone
here to meet you, Miss Cicily…”
Stella frowned, thinking if it might be Guinevere’s parents again. She was just about to tell the receptionist that she would not be seeing them when the receptionist
added, “It’s an old man.”
Stella paused and fell silent for a long time. Finally, she nodded and said, “Let him in.”
As she waited in the meeting room, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
The butler pushed Warren Ford inside. Stella glanced at them and said nothing, she just turned to her
secretary beside her and said, “Go get the guests some tea.”
“It’s fine,” Warren interrupted her. “I won’t be here for long.”
Having finally met again after a long time, they were both unexpectedly much calmer than expected.
Gone was the hostility in the air whenever they met each other in the past.
But even then, the hatred had only come from Warren’s side, of course.
“So you’ve been alive for the past three years,” he said. ”
Why didn’t you come and find Weston?”
It was their first meeting after a long time, and those were the words that Warren chose to say to her.
“Because of you,” he added, “his life had been miserable.”
“You haven’t changed one bit,” Stella chuckled. “Always blunt and direct.”
Warren was at a loss of what to say when he saw her acting all calm and unruffled. Hence, he
swallowed the words he’d been meaning to say and just told her, “I don’t want to waste any more of
your time here.” Stella smiled and poured him a cup of tea, and said, “Why don’t you have some tea before you go?
After all, whenever we met in the past, you always insisted on making me some tea without caring
whether or not I wanted to drink it.”
Thinking of the past, Warren’s countenance changed immediately.
After a long time, he finally uttered the words, “I’m sorry.
Those simple words seemed to have consumed all of his strength.
Stella’s movements appeared to stiffen a little when she heard him.
“Some things can’t be erased just by saying you’re sorry,” she told him.
She knew that the apology was already a sign of great compromise from Warren. He was a proud man.
He had never admitted that he was in the wrong all his life, not even to Weston, his own grandson.
Although Warren knew he had done him wrong, he still refused to yield to the younger generation.
It was a sign of pride in their generation, but it was also their biggest flaw.
“It just never occurred to me that Guinevere would ever kill Zachary herself,” he said, his face turning
ashen when touching the subject. “That’s why I never
suspected her. I was convinced that you were the one who did it. I have truly wronged you. It’s
absolutely all my fault.”