Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1050

Chapter 1050Chapter 1050 She used to have a comically whimsical idea that she would carve out her own
successful career, then escape Weston Ford’s grasp through the power and reputation she had gained.
But now, when she looked back, she could not help but find the notion silly and naive. The power gap
between them couldn’t possibly be bridged by her individual efforts alone.
It was the same as what happened after Zachary’s death. She had no way to protect herself or fight
against those determined to see her getting convicted as Zachary Ford’s murderer. Even Weston didn’t
believe that she didn’t kill
the boy. Indeed, he was doing all he could to help her escape punishment, but he never truly thought
she was innocent.
Stella was inside a quiet private room of a restaurant, contemplating the words she should say and the
best way to tell Diana the truth when the door was suddenly pushed open. The person walking in
turned out to be Michael Sealey
“We meet again, Stella.”
Under her surprised gaze, he took a seat right in front of her.
“What are you doing here?” Stella scowled. “Where’s Aunt Diana?”
“She’s not feeling well,” he replied. “So I came here on her behalf. You can tell me whatever you
wanted to tell her.”
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Stella’s eyes turned cold and stony. She stared at him without saying anything. Michael raised his brows and smiled a meaningful smile as if he had expected to see such a reaction
from her.
“Perhaps you don’t have anything to say to me, but I do, in fact, have news to break to you…” he said.
He paused to pick up the cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip, before adding, “Roger is dead.”
Crash!
The coffee cup in Stella’s hand slipped through her fingers and smashed on the floor, noisily shattering
into a thousand pieces.
The windowsill of the private room on the second floor was lined with lush green plants , filtering the
sunlight through their leaves, and casting faint shadows on the table.
Stella did not move, nor did she say anything. She just stared vacantly at the broken fragments of the
coffee cup on the floor, the expression on her face completely
unchanged. Time seemed to be extended indefinitely, flowing implausibly slowly between the two of
them.
One second.
Two seconds.
Time went by so slowly that Michael wondered if he had pressed a pause button.
He looked on as the blood slowly drained from Stella’s face, until, at last, she became deathly pale. Yet
he waited patiently. In no time, a waitress soon rushed into the room and politely asked in a soft voice, “Pardon my
intrusion, but do you both need any help?”
The loud smash could be heard from outside the door, and she rushed over to see what was
happening.
Stella did not react at all. She just sat there very still like a puppet.
Michael nodded at the waiter and said, “Could you please clean up the broken cup?”
“Of course.”
The waitress immediately called another person in, who efficiently tidied up the mess. She then turned
to Stella and thoughtfully asked her, “Would you like me to bring you another cup of coffee, madam?”
Stella’s hands trembled slightly. Only then did she seem to be jolted awake from her dreams as she
turned to look at at the waitress.
“No,” she replied. “Thank you.”
“Okay,” the waitress responded. She then apologized for her intrusion again before exiting the private
room, leaving Michael and Stella alone.
Michael rested his chin on his hand and calmly looked at Stella, telling her, “I can understand how you
feel. But, to tell you the truth, the moment I heard the news, I couldn’t accept it either, but…”.
“You’re lying,” Stella interrupted him, looking straight at him with piercingly icy eyes. “I will never believe
you.”
“You actually think I am lying to you right now?” Michael frowned. “Do you think I would ever joke about
something like this?” Stella pursed her lips vehemently, saying nothing.