Stella Grace nodded.
Jasper Milton left in a hurry. His fists were clenched, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were wet.
Stella was a little worried about him. He didn’t look too good.
She looked out the window in time to catch him. He didn’t even greet the soldiers and headed straight to the car.
Jasper had left in a hurry, without giving her any information.
She didn’t know if Jasper still had time in the afternoon for their plans.
After lunch, she lay in bed and played with her mobile phone.
Greg Miles called.
Stella answered, “What’s wrong, Greg?”
“Stella, you are really good. We’ve caught Tony’s ex-girlfriend. Their family has a raw meat processing plant, and she confessed to her murder.
Her parents disliked him for not being good enough. So she broke up with him and married another man, they had a son together too.
Later, Tony hooked up with her, and old feelings were rekindled. She didn’t know that Tony had STD. She was infected and she eventually passed it on to her husband.
Her husband was humiliated and began to plan the murder.
On that day after Tony left Katty, he received a call.
She told him that her husband was not at home, so she asked him to come to her house. She even drugged him.
After Tony fainted, they put him in the freezer and froze him to death. After that, they used the machine to cut him into pieces,” Greg said.
“What about their child? Is she going to be an orphan now?” Stella felt sorry for the innocent children.
“They ran a DNA test on the child. She belongs to Tony. When we found her, she had already been frozen to death by the husband,” Greg said sadly.
Stella hung up. How tragic.
People should be careful about what they do. Otherwise, the consequences of their actions may come back to haunt them sooner or later.
Had Tony’s girlfriend not left him, had she even married him, none of this would have happened. If Tony had just moved on, he would never have gone down such a path.
Tony’s girlfriend shouldn’t have married her husband while she was having someone else’s child too. No man could stand his wife having another man’s child.
Just like she did then.
If she hadn’t insisted on giving birth to the baby, her child wouldn’t have been her lifelong bane.
Stella was in a bad mood. She knew that she should stop thinking about it. Otherwise, she would relapse again.
She turned on her computer and prepared to distract herself with work.
Her phone beeped, informing her that she had received a text message.
She glanced at it. It was a photo of Jasper. The clothes he wore in the photo was the same as today. He held a girl tightly in his arms.
Stella’s heart tightened as she tapped on the photo.
Due to the angle of the photo, as well as the way Jasper was holding the girl in his arms, she could only see Jasper’s face and the back of the girl.
The girl was wearing a long red dress with long sleeves. She was tall and thin, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail.
She received a second text.
She tapped on it.
Jasper held the girl tightly with tears at the corner of his eyes.
Stella cried and tears flowed down her cheeks.
After a short while, the third photo was also sent to her.
Jasper held the girl’s shoulders and kissed her forehead.
In the fourth photo, he held the girl in her arms and got into his car.
In the fifth photo, he went to a hotel with the girl in his arms. The hotel’s name was St. Regis Grand Hotel.
Another text message came. “They are at the 2108th presidential suite of the St. Regis Grand Hotel. If you want to stop them, go quickly.”
Stella threw her mobile phone on the ground.
It would take her at least an hour to get to the St. Regis Grand Hotel. There was nothing she could do.
When her heart and soul were no longer in her own body, would she even have the power to stop him?
She thought of her marriage to Frederick Addington, Jasper’s betrayal three years ago, and those photos.
No wonder Jasper left in such a hurry.
It was no wonder that he couldn’t even stick to their plans.
Her heart was full of anger, grievance, and sadness.
The anger rushed to her head.
Her mind was in such a mess that she could not control herself.
She felt lonely and helpless as if she was still in that hellish marriage with Frederick.
Suddenly, she thought back to the time of Jasper’s accident, and how she and Bettany Hadley were so heartbroken then.
Gradually, she came back to her senses. The man she had fallen in love with had betrayed her once again.
No one liked her, no one loved her, and no one would protect her.
She was just a mentally ill person.
Yes, she was not only a psychologist. She was a mental patient as well.
She was hiding from herself, but no matter how numb she was, she could not deceive herself. She was mentally ill, just like her mother.
Stella burst into tears.
She threw the lamp, the vase, the cup, her computer, the sheets, and the quilts. Everything she could throw, as well as those she could not, she threw it all to the ground and smashed them to pieces.
She had sex with Jasper on this bed yesterday. She loved him, but now she felt disgusted when she thought about it.
Everything was a mess. When she went to fetch the flower pot on the windowsill, she tripped and fell.
A sharp piece of porcelain pierced her flesh. At that moment, she felt such immense pain that she finally regained her senses.
Blood gushed out.
Stella looked at the mess and knew that she had relapsed.
Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, and her heart was bleeding.
If she died like this, it would really be an ugly scene.
Eli Wayne would be heartbroken.
Mom would be helpless.
Jasper would be disgusted at her, or even hate her for messing up his things and dying here. He would be mad at all the trouble she caused him.
She wanted to die, but she couldn’t do it here.
Stella endured the pain and got up.
Blood had soaked her clothes red.
She undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. There were many wounds. Fortunately, only one piece of porcelain had been embedded in her flesh.
Stella pulled out the porcelain shard and blood gushed out.
She picked a white dress from the suitcase, tore it, and tied her bleeding wound.
She couldn’t let Jasper’s soldiers enter, lest Jasper found out.
She still wanted to keep her last bit of dignity.
She didn’t want anyone to know that she had mental problems.
She took out all the clothes in her suitcase and threw them on the sofa. She picked up the debris from the ground and swept them into the suitcase. Then she wiped the blood from the sheets and threw them into the suitcase. Fortunately, the quilt was not stained with blood.
She carried the quilt to the sofa. When she stood up, she felt dizzy from losing too much blood.
She must not faint, absolutely not.