Chapter 31


    Chapter 31


    Those words caused Weston to brush his hand against his face. The corner of his lips twitched when


    he saw the smear of blood that appeared on the back of his hand.


    “She certainly didn’t pull her punches…!!


    The image of Ste as she appeared to him just moments ago popped up in his mind. Thinking of their


    recent meeting, Westonnguidly massaged his temples.


    He always knew Ste couldn’t possibly only want to see him. ording to his ns, things should’ve


    wrapped up nicely after he sent Ste and Roger away. They should’ve gotten back on track


    Yet, when Ben suddenly told him about Ste, hepletely sidetracked and did what he never


    nned-agreeing toe to the hospital.


    The fact that she rejected him was another unexpected oue. Weston closed his eyes. The stormy


    turmoil inside him that started when he saw Ste falling off the building had calmed significantly after


    learning she was safe. However, now, it was showing signs of returning He had never been considered


    impulsive, but he seemed to lose all self-control the moment he saw Ste.


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    Weston opened his eyes. “Let her do whatever she wants.”


    “What… What do you mean, Mr. Ford?” Weston got up and nced furtively at the closed door before


    looking away. “Waste no more time,” he told Ben. “Fulfill all of her requests as best you can.” “Yes, Mr.


    Ford,” answered Ben. “Are we still following our original n, sending them to Fern City tomorrow?”


    “Are all preparations in Fern Cityplete?” “Everything’s been done ording to your orders, Mr.


    Ford,” replied Ben. “Ms. Sealey and Mr. Sealey will havepletely new identities and they can begin


    a safe, peaceful life there.”


    A mere wall separated them, but Ste heard nothing that was going on outside. Still, she had no


    doubts that the man was right there in the hallway. She closed her eyes; her body still trembling from


    head to toe. The fierce emotions that overcame her moments ago had consumed all her energy. Ever


    since falling from that building, Ste had forced herself to recall those fateful moments repeatedly, her


    heart growing ever colder with each agonizing second that passed. It wasn’t until today that she found


    out she hadn’t abated the hatred in her heart. She ced her hand on her belly, and tears began to


    well up. Despite it all, she sucked it up, not allowing herself to shed a single tear,


    That was the only child she could have ever had in her life…


    Vet ever since waking up, Weston had never uttered a word about the child, as if its existence meant


    nothing to him. At a time when she was enduring her most excruciating pain, all he could care about


    was if her existence would envy Guinevere. Fearing her jealousy, he would give her a new identity and


    send her off to another city, out of his sight… What had she done to deserve pain and suffering of such


    magnitude?


    Ste curled up in a ball, allowing waves of hatred and resentment to wash through her. She hated


    herself for getting into this position… she couldn’t even find a way to get justice and revenge… all she


    could do now was to helplessly and shamefully follow his ns, leaving this ce to hide from that


    woman… that murderer!


    Because he wouldn’t believe her.


    Ste tightened her fists into balls. Embrace the pain, she told herself. Let it hurt so bad that it would


    numb her. After that, the pain would eventually go away.


    Fern City. A lovely little city that was a lot more idyllic than the hustle and bustle of the more prosperous


    Ahn City. Life here proceeded at a leisurely pace. The seasons’ change was much more apparent here,


    too-you could almost hear fall creeping into the city as the warmth of summer waned away.


    Ste’s days gradually simmered down. The deep, roiling emotions faded away with time and distance.


    She even managed to spend away a significant amount of time without thinking of Weston.


    But every once in a while, she would wake up in the middle of the night soaking in sweat from a


    nightmare.


    “Sis! Sis!” shouted Roger as he banged on Ste’s door. “I’m fine, Roger,” mumbled Ste, her voice


    drowsy and thick with sleep. “Go back to bed!” Separated by the door, Roger could barely make out


    Ste’s muffled rambling. “Sis!” he continued, refusing to leave. “Are you having that nightmare again?”