Guinevere’s gaze landed smugly on the expensive dress that Stella was donning. As if realization dawned upon her, she said, “Yvonne is generous indeed. Her family owns an haute couture production line, and the garments can’t be bought even if one has the money. She is a candid and righteous person, indeed. Making friends with people like her would save one a lot of trouble and bring many benefits.” Stella’s eyes flickered as she turned towards Guinevere and said, “Sorry, but were you trying to hint it was me?” Guinevere was stunned, not expecting Stella to be so forthcoming. She recovered from her minor shock and stepped forward suddenly, leaning in closer to Stella. “I’m just casually chatting with you and just made a passing remark on something about Yvonne that I just recalled. I didn’t expect you to wear that hat on yourself.” The smile on her face appeared genuine. “Don’t take to heart what I just said. I wasn’t referring to you. If what I said made you misunderstand, I ap

Guinevere had always waited for Weston to turn back and reconcile with her. She did not expect to see him getting together with another woman. All the more, she did not expect him to get married to another woman while she was with child. Until now, Guinevere lived in regret over the presumptuous and conceited decision she made back then. Had she told Weston earlier that she was pregnant, things might have turned out differently! … In the study, Lucas was talking business with Weston, and Yvonne, who had no interest in hospitals and patients, pulled Stella away the moment the men began their discussion. “They are discussing Henry's condition again. I don’t understand what they’re saying. It’s so boring.” Stella followed behind her, and a familiar name caught her attention. “Henry…Henry Moore?” “You don’t know him. He’s a good friend of Weston,” Yvonne explained. “He’s on good terms with Guinevere as well. The three of them grew up together, and both men actually liked

Yvonne spent some alone time with Lucas in the study before finally heading out. Just as they exited the study, Yvonne saw Stella walking from the courtyard toward her. “Ella!” As Yvonne called out to Stella, she noticed how pale she was, as if she had somehow lost her soul. Yvonne asked with concern, “What’s the matter? You look terrible…” Yvonne grabbed her hand anxiously and asked, “Your hands feel so clammy…do you feel unwell? Should I have my husband take a look at you?” Stella shook her head and smiled, “I’ll probably head home earlier. I had wanted to keep you company longer tonight, but I’m afraid I’ll have to back out on my word. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. We can always hang out next time,” Yvonne said reassuringly with a squeeze of her hands. “Shall I have my driver send you home?” “Sure, thank you.” The last thing Stella wanted was to see Weston and Guinevere again, yet she had to bump into them, against her will, in the parking lot. The driver was already waiti

When the two of them entered the baby's room, the nanny was changing Zack’s diaper. Weston stopped right outside the door and did not enter the room. Guinevere did not notice him acting strangely and walked right into the baby's room to take a look at Zack. Although the baby was still young, some of his features did bear some resemblance to the men of the Ford family. After changing the baby’s diaper, the nanny carried Zack from the cradle and approached Guinevere. “Ms. Cohen, do you want to carry him?” At the nanny’s address, a look of displeasure flashed past Guinevere’s eyes. However, she said nothing since Weston was still around. Instead, she said, “Let me.” With that, she reached out to take the baby over from the nanny’s hands. However, the moment she carried Zack who was still asleep in the nanny’s arms, his eyes flew open, and he stared at her wide-eyed for a few seconds before exploding into a deafening wail. He raised his tiny fists and clumsily flung his han

She had been putting up a strong front during this entire period, pretending that nothing was wrong between the two. But she clearly knew that there existed a huge gap between Weston and herself in her heart. Ella’s appearance today made alarm bells ring out loud and threatened her like never before. Even though Ella did not do anything except make an appearance, it sent Guinevere’s life and her relationship with Weston into complete upheaval. She hugged him tighter. “Do you still blame me?” Weston stayed still and let her continue hugging him. He did not respond but did not return the hug either. “Why would I blame you? You did nothing wrong.” Guinevere slowly tightened her hold around his waist as her heart turned cold. She refused to let go as she gritted her teeth and said, “About Stella Sealey… you still blame me for it, don’t you?” For a brief moment, Weston stiffened up, but he quickly spun around and looked down at the woman before him, “You’re a victim yourself i