Chapter 783

She had never been introduced to his family, nor had she ever felt a part of their family.

“Don‘t worry. My answer remains the same.”

Stella looked at him and affirmed, “I will go as soon as you can figure out how, and you won‘t have to
worry that I will be attached to him because he saved my life.”

When she said that, Warren was relieved but a little puzzled. “You really don‘t have any feelings for
him?”

He looked at her. “I‘m not bragging about my grandson, but with Weston‘s condition, as you can see, all
a famous girl like Guinevere is asking is for Weston to look at her. He is an impeccable man who treats
you so well and obviously cares about you a lot. Are you not even a little bit moved?”

Stella understood what he was saying. It was not just an expression but also a test.

She looked into his eyes and said, “I don‘t know what people as high and mighty as you guys think the
definition of being nice to someone is. You think he‘s being nice to me by feeding me, clothing me, and
coaxing me when he‘s in a good mood, but maybe that‘s not any different from having a kitten or
puppy. He has a fresh feeling for me now, so he is good to me. Maybe the day he

gets tired of playing and loses interest in me, I will only end up worse off than anyone else.” Stella
lowered her head and looked at the white sheet. She gave herself a self–deprecating laugh. “You said
that he is good to me. Yes, he did treat me well in some ways, but you did not know that he is the one
who gave me all these scars.”

She looked at Warren with a vacant look. Her heart was still in mourning. “Because of him, I lost the
only child I ever had in my life.”



Warren‘s face changed instantly. “You were pregnant with his child?”

Stella said, “Don‘t worry. It‘s gone.”

She smiled miserably. “I know a family like yours would never allow me to have his child. So don‘t
worry, I will never have another child.” He looked serious. “Why… did you get hurt anywhere when you
aborted the child?”

She shook her head. “I am a person with HH blood group, the rarest blood type. I would and could only
have one child in my life, but now the child is gone, so there will be no more.”

“I see…”

He felt a bit sorry for her. “This is indeed a very cruel thing to a woman. So you actually hate Weston?”

“I did.”

Stella smiled, but her eyes were red. “But I realized that hating him will not let me feel any better, so I
just want to leave now.”

The old man pondered for a moment and glanced at the butler.

The butler walked out consciously.

Warren continued. “Apart from seeing you, I came over this time because I have something to tell you. I
hope that you can put in a good word for Guinevere so that he won‘t go overboard on this matter. After
all, the two families share a close relationship, so it‘s not good to make things too ugly.” He sighed.
“Now, it seems I can‘t be sure if you can agree to this.”

She clenched her fists. “I am sorry. Guinevere must pay the price for what she did.”



He nodded understandingly. “Okay. I understand.”

In the doctor‘s office.

“Ms. Ella‘s condition has stabilized, but there is one thing

The doctor said, “Her blood type is rarer than even an Rh negative. Although it‘s only a minor injury this
time, finding a matching blood supply will be difficult if she gets into an accident requiring surgery and
blood transfusion.”

Weston frowned. “I‘ve arranged for someone to go out to look. I will immediately bring him over if
someone matches her blood type.”

After he said that, he fell into a long period of silence.

Perhaps he recalled that he, too, had forced Stella to give her blood to the pregnant Guinevere.




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