“People with this blood type are scarce, with only a few recorded cases, and they are not always able
to meet the conditions for blood donation,” the doctor explained.
“How can we solve this problem?” Weston’s eyebrows were knitted into a tight knot.
The doctor paused for a moment and suggested, “When Ms. Ella’s condition improves, I suggest she
draw some of her own blood regularly and store it in the hospital. When it might come in handy, the
situation should be a little more favorable…”
“Okay, I understand.”
Weston stood up. “And one more thing… Those pills she took a while back, did they do any damage to
her body?”
The reason he was so worked up and told Stella to get lost wasn’t just because she had used that drug
to be able to sleep with him. It made him feel ridiculous and wretched.
His woman had to use such self-harming means to get intimate with him, something that wasn’t easy
for a man to endure.
More importantly, it was because he cherished her body very much and had spent so much effort trying
to nurture her
In the end, she did not love herself at all.
Those hormonal drugs were not something to be taken so casually And she had taken so much right
under his nose without letting him know.
No wonder her health did not improve after so many days of nurturing
“Although it will affect the body, she is still young and has been healthy. As long as she recuperates
well and flushes the drugs get out of her system, there should be no problem… Anyway, she mustn’t
take those drugs anymore!”
“I understand.”
When Weston saw Warren already there with Stella in the ward, he paused slightly in his steps.
“Grandfather.”
He greeted Warren.
Warren nodded. “What did the doctor say?”
“Nothing serious.”
He walked in, sat down next to Stella, and asked her, “Are you feeling better today?”.
“Much better,” Stella nodded and said.
Warren’s expression changed as he watched the intimate interaction between them.
He contemplated and reminded Weston. “Weston, since there is nothing wrong with her anymore, you
should just let this slide once you give her a proper warning. Guinevere’s grandfather has often come
to me, with no harm done.”
Weston did not say anything. Instead, he put his hand on Stella’s face and gently touched her delicate
cheek.
“Grandfather, I don’t want to initiate trouble. But if people provoke me and I don’t fight back, they’ll think
I am a wimp.”
Warren shook his head and sighed. “It seems you and I are of the same mind.”
When Weston heard that, he looked at Stella and smiled.“ You’re thinking the same as I am?”
Stella smiled. “I nearly got sold. What do you think?”
Warren stood up helplessly. “This is a matter among you young people. I don’t want to care about it
anymore. After all, it was Guinevere who did something wrong in the first place, anyhow…”
He looked at Weston. “You still need to consider saving my face and her grandfather’s. Don’t make it
too unsightly. Don’t go any further than necessary.”
Weston did not say anything.
After a while, only then did he look at Warren. “It’s getting late. Should I send you back?”
“No need.”
Warren waved his hand. “You can stay here and take care of her, and don’t delay the matters of the
company.”
“Yes.”
“I shall leave now.”
After Warren left, Ben understandingly left as well.
He closed the door for them when he walked out of the ward.
Stella chuckled. “Your assistant knows you well.”
Weston walked to her side and embraced her. “He has been with me since he was very young and he
is very loyal. You can look for him if you need anything.”
Stella shook her head. “He is your man. Even if he’s loyal, he’s loyal only to you. I wouldn’t dare use
him.”
Weston laughed and brushed her hair to the back. “At a time like this, you are still drawing the line
between us?”
He kissed her cheek. “Believe it or not, you are already the real Mrs. Ford in his heart.”
Stella, stunned for a moment, said nothing.
After a while, she changed topics. “I heard from Grandfather that you got Guinevere.”
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