Chapter 469

Thus, something dawned on Henry. “Don’t tell me the most unlikely scenario that could happen just
happened…”

Whenever Guinevere couldn’t get the kind of treatment she wanted from Weston, she would constantly
go to him, complaining and asking for help. Henry leamed of Weston’s love life from her, and he could
guess that this Ella he spoke about was the person that, according to Guinevere, was a substitute
Weston was using for Stella Sealey.

It was understandable that anyone would be reminded of Stella when they saw Ella since they looked
so uncannily similar, yet to Henry…

After all, he was the one who had done Ella’s DNA identification and saw with his own eyes that Stella
Sealey and Ella Steele were not the same people.

He simply could not believe that a man like Weston would fall in love with Stella’s substitute. Besides,
Ella was completely unaffected by the kidnapping. Or was Weston trying to mold and shape Ella into
the real Stella Sealey?

“I don’t want anyone else to know about this,” Weston asserted without answering Henry’s question.
“I’m not joking, Henry.”

Henry was momentarily speechless. He had never heard anyone use such a stern voice to deal with
him, especially not from his best friend, Weston.

“Okay,” he replied, massaging his temples. “I got it. Seriously though…”

Al that moment, Henry couldn’t guess what Weston was thinking or what he was trying to do at all.



Meanwhile, Stella was now approaching from the other end of the hallway.

“I’ll explain it to you later,” Weston told Henry before quickly hanging up.

Henry scowled and cursed under his breath as he heard the beeping tone. He could hardly believe it,
but it seemed that the powerful and invincible Weston was completely under a woman’s spell

Weston swiftly put his phone back into his pocket, but Stella had long been watching him when she
walked over

“Who were you talking 10?” she asked when she reached his side



“Henry Moore,” he replied, not planning to lie to her He then took her hand and asked, “Do you want
me to go with you.”

It was evident from dois pastures that he wanted to go with Stella. She saw no reason to refuse hui,
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As they entered the hospital room, they saw the corpse of the kidnapper still lying on the patient’s bed,
yet to be taken care of. It was ghostly pale and gray. He was discovered dead last night and should
have been inoved to the mortuary, but the body was still there because Stella

wanted to see him.

Stella scrutinized the lifeless face. Her brows then knitted. “I don’t think he looks like that man…” she
muttered. That man’s face had been carved in her memory. She could still remember it in detail.
Although this dead man looked similar, Stella thought he somehow looked different. “He must’ve lost a



lot of weight since he’d been bedridden for so long,” Weston explained. Stella thought that made
sense. She no longer wanted to dwell on it.

“You’re done?” Weston asked as he walked to her side. “Are you satisfied now?” “Satisfied?” she
scoffed. “He almost killed me! My… My baby died because of him! Do you think I’d be so easily
satisfied?”

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“What can I do to satisfy you?”

Stella shook her head. “He’s dead now. There’s nothing more that you can do. Perhaps if the
mastermind behind that kidnapping is caught, I might be…” Stella paused and glanced at Weston. Her
implications were clear. She had always been sure that Guinevere Cohen was the one who planned
the kidnapping. “I will tell you everything you want to know,” Weston tightened his grip on her hands,
“but not right now.” He didn’t want to make any promises right now. He wanted to wait till the dust
settled when this whole thing was over. The last thing he wanted to do was to give Stella false hope.
But from Stella’s perspective, it was clear that Weston was just protecting Guinevere Cohen. He had
never believed her that she was guilty.

After a long silence, Stella pursed her lips. “Forget it. I no longer expect you to believe me.”


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