Chapter 1130
Michael rushed forward and stood in front of Diana, protecting her behind. He frowned and said, “Let’s not talk about this now. We have to prepare for Stella’s…”
“Stella’s funeral” was what he wanted to say, but thinking of Weston’s current state, he quickly swallowed his words.
Michael muttered in a low voice, “She can’t stay here forever. Just let Mr. Ford take her away.”
Weston got up and picked Stella up in his arms. The oleander’s poison had not worn off yet, and there were still visible purple spots on her body.
Weston took off his suit jacket and wrapped her in it. He whispered in her ear, “Let’s go home and have the doctor look at you, okay? I know you love to look good. You don’t like these ugly marks on your body.”
What he said caused the crowd in the room to look at each other in disbelief.
Diana was just as grief-stricken, but it was obviously nowhere near Weston’s extent.
Was Weston refusing to accept her death, or was he hallucinating?
…
The news of Stella’s suic
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