Mr. Conrad Proposes To His Ex-wife Again

The goods they bought were delivered to Stella’s home one after the other in the afternoon.

As there were many cars, they attracted the attentions of Stella’s neighbors.

Stella felt it embarrassed to show up, so she pretended that she was having an afternoon nap and refused to go downstairs no matter how boisterous downstairs was.

Dolores was also dumbfounded when seeing those boxes that were carried into the building one after the other.

Evelyn, however, was quite excited. She nudged Dolores and said exultantly, “Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Apparently it’s possible that they would remarry.” Evelyn said in a low voice, “I’ve been observing them for several days and apparently, Stella and Clarence love each other. Let’s wait and see. They will definitely remarry soon, and you can just wait for the coming of your grandchild.”

Dolores looked down onto the ground when she heard the last sentence, her smile gradually disappearing.

The noises in the yard gradually died out and Stella fell into asleep unknowingly. When she woke up, she heard the rings from the phone on the bedside table.

Stella found the phone number unfamiliar. She picked up her phone and answered, “Hello, who’s that?”

“Hello, Ms. Radomil, it’s from Prison of City N. Excuse me, I want to ask you a question, is Jeffrey Radomil your father?”

Stella was silent for a while. She then answered, “Yes.”

“Ms. Radomil, last night several prisoners tried to escape from the prison and caused a big fire. All of them failed to escape from the fire and died instantly in the fire. Your father is one of them. According to our regulation, we should deliver the bone ashes of the dead to their families. And we’ll only dispose them if their families refuse to take the ashes.”

Stella was a bit dumbfounded when she heard the words. After a long while, she asked, “He’s dead?”

“Yeah, Ms. Radomil, if you want to claim your father’s ashes, please come to Prison of City N in three days.”

“Okay, thank you.”

After ending the call, Stella sat on the bed in a trance for a long period of time.

Several days ago, she thought that she would not like to hear any news about Jeffrey for the rest of her life, but she hadn’t expected that Jeffrey would die and the prison officer would call her to take back his ashes.

When Stella went downstairs, Clarence was dealing with his work in the yard with Nathan by his side. When seeing Stella, Nathan nodded slightly at him to greet her and left sensibly.

sat opposite to Clarence and said after hesitating for a while,

still staring at the computer. He replied without lifting his

into prison before.

anything to do with…” Clarence looked up and saw her pale face. He paused and then continued, “It was

replied with a short

was like a time bomb for her and if she didn’t deal with it well, he would still come to Channing even if she managed to get rid

never an end of this, unless one of

his laptop, “What do you

just here to

Clarence had helped her

with your work. I want to go

came in in a hurry after Stella’s departure, “Mr. Conrad, I got the news that the Prison of City N had a fire last night and Mrs. Conrad’s father… He died instantly in the fire. The prison had contacted Mrs. Conrad and asked her to claim the bone ashes of her

him thin lips together. He stood up and said in a flat

…

Clarence found Stella, she was standing beside a stone balustrade of a

slowly walked over and

turned her head when she heard the sound, “Mr.

asked, “What are you doing

I’m just walking around

sneered. He didn’t

while, Stella asked, “Mr. Conrad, when are you going

“Tomorrow.”

hadn’t expected that Clarence would decide to come back

of time, but unexpectedly, when she really heard

pondered for a while and asked, “Will Ms.

“Nope.”

thought that she

you come to visit Ms. Anderson

his eyes on her, “Which answer do you

her lips together and

no matter whether Clarence would come back or not, it

then heard Clarence saying, “If you don’t want to take back his bone ashes, you can choose

surprised that

who