Chapter 1230


    Chapter 1230


    Indeed, he wanted to drive Ste away at the time, but he would never resort to such a method.


    After that, when he learned that Ste hadmitted suicide in prison, he had a hunch that perhaps


    Ste wasn’t Zachary Ford’s real murderer. Perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding or a terrible


    ident.


    But it never urred to him that Guinevere was the one behind it all. It was Guinevere who had killed


    Zachary because she wanted Ste to be ousted and be a social pariah.


    “I made a huge mistake,” Warren closed his eyes and told Ste, “I had never done anything wrong in


    my whole life, but I have, without a shred of a doubt… wronged you.”


    “From now on,” he continued, “I will never give you trouble no matter what you decide to do, and I


    absolutely have no objection if you want to be with Weston again.”


    Steughed as if she’d heard a funny joke.


    “You’re not thinking that I came back because I wanted to be with him again, aren’t you?”


    “Mr. Ford,” she added, “I must say that your family really are full of yourselves.”


    She rested her hands on the table and tapped her fingers lightly, making a crisp noise.


    Warren obviously noticed that she was clearly not the same woman that he knew back then.


    “If I had wanted to be with him,” Ste continued, “then I wouldn’t have beenpletely absent from


    his life in the past three years. I wouldn’t havepletely ignored him all this time.”


    Ste had a polite smile, but the words that came out of her mouth were brusque and ruthless. “Three


    years ago, I was forced to be with him against my will. He had to tie up my hands to make me marry


    him and get on with the wedding. Three years ago, you promised me you’d help me escape him, but


    then what happened? Why on earth, then, would you ever think that I woulde back now just to be


    with him?”


    Warren’s expressions turned more and more unpleasant, but he just could not find a word to refute her.


    After a long time, his hands shook slightly, and he told his butler to push him out of the room.


    “In that case,” he told Ste, “I won’t disturb you any longer.”


    As he turned around, he seemed to be mired in a  dilemma. In the end, he turned back towards Ste.


    He tossed his pride aside as he faced her and asked, “Can I see the twins for a little while?”


    He had already found out that Ste was back, so naturally, he would have also found out that she had


    brought two children back with her. He knew that Ste had long been unable to get pregnant, so he


    did not have any hope that those children were Weston’s.


    But… What if?


    If something so miraculous as Steing back from the dead could happen, perhaps those children


    could be Weston’s too.


    “They have nothing to do with you,” Ste said, swiftly dashing Warren’s hopes.


    The lights in Warren’s eyes dimmed as he asked, “So they’re not Weston’s…”


    “No,” Ste answered without letting him finish his sentence. “Those children have nothing to do with


    any of you. In fact, even if they are somehow connected to you, with my current status, I can take them


    away anytime I like.”


    Warren’s head jerked up. He looked at her and suddenlyughed mockingly at himself.


    “You’re right,” he said. “You are now Miss Cicily. With your international fame, we really can’t treat you


    the same way we did.”


    Besides, she now had the full support of the Garcia family behind her, so they definitely could not


    intimidate her as  easily as they used to.


    Ste stood up and told her secretary, “See the guests off.”


    Warren’s sudden appearance was like a brief intrusion into her schedule, barely causing a ripple in her


    life.


    Butter that evening, the receptionist came to her and said, “Miss Cicily, there’s a man downstairs


    called Weston Ford to see you.”


    Ste became impatient. Warren was here this morning, and now he. What were the Fords thinking?


    Why are theying here one after another?


    “I won’t see him,” she told the receptionist.


    She still had not read through the contracts in her hands yet. There was also the problem with Miguel,


    which had not been solved. She was already irritable as it was.


    But then it waspounded by Guinevere’s parents, who hade to trouble her, not to mention


    Warren Ford’s sudden appearance in her office.


    Right now, she was simply too upset to see anyone.


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    After a while, the receptionist returned to tell her, “That man said he’d wait for you until he sees you.”


    “Then let him wait,” replied Ste.