Stella was ready to leave when Joan stopped her at the door.
“Ms. Steele, if it’s not an emergency, Mr. Ford has requested that you stay home and wait for him,” Joan said, her voice soft but firm.
Stella quickly explained, pointing to her phone. “I have a work emergency. I need to leave now. Has Weston said anything about restricting my freedom?”
Joan hesitated but replied, “Well, he didn’t exactly…”
Stella, sensing her hesitation, added with determination, “If there’s any problem, I’ll take full responsibility.” With that, she closed the door behind her and stepped out. Joan watched as Stella hurried off, torn between her duty and her concerns. She moved to follow, but stopped herself, realizing there was nothing she could do. Resigned, she picked up the phone and called Weston.
Weston had just arrived at Ford Mansion when Joan’s call came through. He rubbed his temple in exasperation. “If it’s about work, just let her go,” he said before hanging up.
Joan felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. She watched as Weston’s car pulled up to the mansion.
As Weston approached the front door, he noticed it was wide open. He saw the familiar sign of tension inside, but when he stepped in, something unexpected happened.
Guinevere threw herself into his arms, her makeup smeared from crying. “Weston, what took you so long?” she sobbed, clinging to him tightly. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore…”
Weston’s expression remained cold, his gaze sharp. He looked over at Chris, who stood quietly behind Guinevere. “What’s going on?” he asked, his tone betraying no emotion.
Chris, visibly troubled, explained, “She suddenly remembered what happened last year, but then she forgot again. Her emotions are all over the place now. After you took her to the psychiatrist, the anxiety’s been consuming her. She’s struggling to separate reality from memory.” He sighed, his frustration seeping through. “I told you to keep this a secret forever. Why did you have to take her to see a psychiatrist? If you hadn’t done that, this wouldn’t be happening.”
Weston’s expression hardened. “And what about you?” His voice was icily direct. “Would any of this have happened if you’d kept your urges in check?”
Chris fell silent, realizing his fault. He glanced nervously toward the second floor and muttered under his breath, “Lower your voice. What if your mom hears us?”
Weston’s response was cutting. “So what if she hears? Things wouldn’t be this way if you had some responsibility.” His voice was unforgiving, the words like daggers.
Chris’ frustration boiled over, and he snapped, “What’s the point of saying this now? We can’t turn back. Don’t forget, you promised to help!” Weston’s eyes closed briefly, his expression dark. When he opened them again, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Right. I should’ve seen this coming.”
Guinevere, still clinging to Weston, looked at them both in confusion. “I called you earlier. Why didn’t you answer? What have you been doing?” she asked, her voice shaky.
Weston didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at her, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. After a long pause, he asked softly, “Do you feel unwell?”
Guinevere shook her head, but she could see the concern in his eyes, and it made her feel a little better. She hesitated, her voice almost a whisper. “You never answered my call. I was scared that you didn’t want me anymore… Weston, will we still marry? Will my emotional instability affect our future?”
Weston’s silence lingered for a moment, his gaze shifting to her disheveled hair, and his mind wandered back to everything that had happened. He sighed deeply. “You’re emotionally unstable right now. I’m taking you to see a doctor.”
But Guinevere immediately shook her head, tears starting to flow again. “No, I don’t want to go. I’m scared,” she sobbed. She looked up at him, her voice quivering. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. They say I tried to strangle Zachary… How could I do that? Why would I strangle him…?”
Weston’s expression turned severe. He grabbed her shoulder, his grip tightening with frustration. He pushed her out of his arms, his tone cold as ice. “You’re emotionally unstable. You’re not fit to be with Zachary right now. If you stay here, you’re a danger to his safety.”
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