Chapter 381 Stacey's Wish

Derek let out a weary laugh. "If Conor hears this, he might even start getting jealous again." Stacey remained silent, her expression tight. "Has he set a date for his wedding with Esther?" Derek asked, curiosity piqued. "Isn't it about time?" Stacey glared at him. "Why do you care so much? He can marry whoever he wants!" Turning away, she began tidying up the lab. "Ugh!" Stacey gasped, inhaling sharply. "What's wrong?" Derek hurried over, alarmed. He noticed Stacey's finger was bleeding from a small knife cut. "Are you being that careless?" Derek took her hand and led her to the sink, turning on the tap to wash her wound. Stacey stared blankly as the blood washed away, her eyes reddening. Derek panicked. "Don't cry!" He hated it when women cried. He couldn't comfort them properly. "Why do I care so much?" Stacey's voice was strained. She knew there was an eighty percent chance Conor wouldn't marry Esther, but the remaining twenty percent kept her on edge. Derek sighed.