Chapter 215

Any woman in her position would feel the exact same thing. She was the home wrecker, and she could feel the names and labels that others were bestowing on her. Although they didn’t show it, they must have looked down at her. She really wanted to get out of this suffocating situation, especially in front of a professional she admired. Mr. Kennedy looked at her before saying, “It’s Ella, right? Sure. Since Weston asked me, I won’t question anything. Come here.” Stella hadn’t processed it yet and subconsciously glanced at Weston. He was standing next to her, helping her arrange her clothes. “Follow him. Don’t worry about the rest.” As though knowing her concerns, he lowered his head and whispered next to her ears, “No one will say a word here. Don’t worry. Go and pick a piano.” At that, she pursed her lips and followed him. But she seemed a little hesitant, as if afraid of something. The woman in the gown maintained her elegant posture throughout and murmured to Weston next to h