Chapter 1289

“I think I can trust the character of someone you raised,” Stella told Joan. Joan breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Madam.” Stella paused before she corrected her, “I’ve nothing to do with Weston anymore, so you don’t need to call me Madam now. Just call me Stella.” “Okay, Stella.” … Joan’s son moved in that very evening. Because Stella could not see, she had no idea what he looked like. All she knew was that he was reticent and introverted. His room was right across Stella’s and next to Joan’s. From the time they first met, he had not said much to Stella. All he did was answer her questions in simple, monosyllabic responses. At first, Stella believed he might have difficulty speaking, and she politely asked Joan about it. Joan paused after hearing her question, then chuckled and replied, “No, he just doesn’t like to talk, that’s all.” Stella nodded. Then she thought about how he was sick and therefore could not stay in the dorm on campus, so she asked her, “Can you t