Chapter 812

The Ford Mansion was awash in bright lights amid the deep of night.

A doctor dressed in his robe paced around, his face plastered with nervousness.

The Cohens‘ car was parked in the courtyard , and Mrs. Cohen was pacing anxiously back and forth at
the entrance, mumbling, “She‘ll be fine...she‘ll surely be fine

Suddenly, she saw Stella standing at a side and immediately walked toward her, eyes red–
rimmed with fury.

“You‘re Ella Steele, aren‘t you? What wicked motives do you harbor?”

Weston was busy with work when he heard Mrs. Cohen‘s accusations.
He walked over to Stella and pulled her into his arms. “Mrs. Cohen, please have some self–respect.”

He stood ready to side with Stella no matter what, protecting her and guarding her against all things.

Mrs. Cohen was about to say something nasty, but Weston‘s posture only upset her more.

“Weston, this woman is the cause of Gwen‘s condition relapsing. She‘s still critical, so how could you si
de with the culprit?»

Weston‘s brows furrowed.

He did not like Mrs. Cohen blaming Stella for what happened.

“Guinevere is in her current condition because of her own health. It has nothing to do with Ella.”



“How does it have nothing to do with her? If it weren‘t for
Ella provoking Gwen, would her condition have relapsed?”

By the time Mrs. Cohen found out what had happened and rushed over to the Ford
Mansion, Guinevere had already caused quite a scene.

She had never seen her daughter behave so crazily before.

She was a
whirlwind of insanity, sweeping almost everything on the floor and incoherently repeating her words. Un
able to recognize anyone, she indiscriminately attacked everyone who tried to get close to her.

Mrs. Cohen would never forget that scene.

Guinevere was no different from a deranged psycopath. It was only when the doctor rushed over and fo
rcefully administered a dose of the tranquilizer to her that she finally stopped.

Even the medical attendees who tried to restrain her had their arms and
legs covered with scratches and marks.

One of the nurses had her face badly scratched. Tiny streaks of blood spiderwebbed her face, and she
looked ghastly.

Mrs. Cohen had always known about Guinevere‘s poor mental health, but this was the first time she
witnessed the effects of her condition.

If she hadn‘t seen it for herself, she wouldn‘t have believed that this haggard –
looking madwoman was her own daughter...

She couldn‘t understand what Ella had done to turn her like that.



“You wicked woman! Gwen has already broken off her engagement with Weston! What
else do you want? Must you force her to her death?”

Mrs. Cohen pointed at Stella‘s face and berated her harshly. She then turned to Weston accusingly and
bemoaned, “No matter what, Gwen is still Zack‘s mother, his biological mother! She gave birth
to a son for you! How can you bear to see her become like this?” Her eyes turned red, seemingly blami
ng Weston for all that was.

Stella could have easily rebutted her, but
she couldn‘t bring herself to go against a mother who was losing her mind over her own daughter.

She didn‘t want to say anything. Instead, she turned to

Weston and whispered, “I need some fresh air. I‘ll head out for a walk.”

Weston furrowed his brows and fixed his gaze on her.“ I‘ll accompany you.”

Stella shook her head and
pushed his hand away. “Go and take a look at Guinevere. You‘re still needed around here. You shouldn‘

“Ella…”

Weston grabbed her arm with a torn look in his eyes. Stella looked at him with a smile. “I’m fine, don‘t w
you.”

She was her usual obedient, pliant self, never putting him in a tight spot even at a time like this.

Weston pulled her closer and kissed her hair. “Her parents are with her; I don‘t need to be with her.”

Stella was slightly surprised that Weston was willing to put Guinevere aside at such a time.



She had always thought that Guinevere was important to him, at least. He didn‘t say a word when Guine
her to die.


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