Chapter 223

She got ready and was about to leave when Joan stopped her. “Ms. Steele, if there’s no emergency,
Mr. Ford said he hoped you would wait for him at home.” Stella pointed to her phone and explained, “I
have a work emergency, so I need to leave now. Did Weston say anything about restricting my
freedom?” “Well, he didn’t..” However, Joan felt a little troubled. Stella was in a hurry to go out. She
said to her, “If there’s any problem, I’ll bear the responsibility.” Then, she closed the door and left. Joan
watched as Stela turned to leave. She went forward and wanted to chase her, but she could not stop
her. Hence, she had no choice but to give Weston a call and explain the situation to him

Weston had just arrived at Ford Mansion when Joan called him.

He rubbed his temple and said, “If it’s about work, just let her go.”

Joan felt relieved to hear that.

After hanging up the phone, Weston walked into Ford Mansion.

As the car drove in, he saw from afar that the main door was wide open. The situation inside seemed to
have calmed down.

When he strode in, someone jumped right into his arms

“Weston, what took you so long?” Guinevere cried so much that her makeup was all messed up. She
hugged his waist tightly “I thought you didn’t want me anymore…”

Weston’s face was cold. He looked at Chris behind Guinevere and asked, “What is going on?”

Chris had a complicated look on his face. He explained, “She suddenly remembered the incident a year
ago, but somehow, she quickly forgot again. She’s emotionally unstable now. After you took her to the



psychiatrist, anxiety consumed her. Now, she can barely distinguish reality and memory” Chris started
blaming him. He complained, “I’ve told you to keep this a secret forever. Why must you take her to a
psychiatrist? If you hadn’t done that, there wouldn’t be any problems

now!

Weston looked at him coldly, “Why don’t you say that to yourself? Would any of this happen if you had
kept your urges under control?”



Chris knew he was at fault and stopped arguing. He looked in the direction of the second floor and
muttered guiltily. “Keep your voice down at home. If your mom hears us”

“So what if she hears us Things wouldn’t have come to this if you had some sense of responsibility.”
Weston was unforgivingly savage

A fit of rage suddenly took over Chris. “What’s the use of saying all these now? At this point, can we
still turn back?! Don’t forget this. You’re the one who promised to help!” Weston closed his eyes with a
grim face. After a short moment, he finally said with a mocking smile, “Right. I should’ve seen it
coming.”

Guinevere could not understand what they were saying. She looked up at Weston in confusion. “I
called you earlier, but why didn’t you answer? What have you been doing?” Weston did not say
anything. He lowered his gaze at her, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. After a short moment,
he asked her, “Do you feel unwell?” Guinevere shook her head, but she was glad to see he still cared
about her, so her expression eased a little.



She muttered, “You never answered my call. I was scared that you didn’t want me anymore… Weston,
will we still marry? Will my emotional stability affect our marriage?” Weston said nothing. Looking at her
messy hair, he thought of all the things that had happened.

He sighed softly. “You’re emotionally unstable now. I’ll bring you to the doctor.” Guinevere shook her
head. “No, I don’t want to go. I’m scared.” Tears began streaming down her cheek again. She looked at
him and said sincerely, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. They say I tried to strangle Zack. How
could that be? Why would I strangle him…”

Weston’s grip on Guinevere’s shoulder suddenly tightened. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her
out of his arms.

He looked down at her and said, “You’re emotionally unstable now and unfit to stay with Zack If you
continue to stay here, you’ll be a threat to his safety…”


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