Chapter 986

Weston made Stella stand up. She glanced at her potted plants destroyed by the man who fell in earlier and became somewhat distressed. “The soil is full of broken glass…” she grumbled. “Let others deal with it.” Weston’s eyebrows twitched when he saw that she was about to clean up the soil with her bare hands. With a much sterner voice, he told her, “Stop. You’ll hurt your hands.” He forbade her from doing anything else and pulled her away. “Did you get hurt just now?” “No,” she shook her head. “I didn’t.” She then paused to think before asking, “Does your mom have a heart disease?” “Yeah,” he answered briefly, casting his eyes down at her. “She’s had it for many years. “We’ll move to another room,” he told her as he led her to the bathroom. “Someone will come and move our stuff later. Right now, you should wash all the dirt off your paws.” Weston was a notorious neat freak. In fact, he was almost at his limit when he had to suppress his revulsion while holding her dirty ha