Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 11

 Weston never came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch over her. Inside the ward, Roger was resting with his eyes closed. His complexion was far worse compared to several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on his face. Stella’s heart ached. She closed the door gently and went over to sit down beside the bed. Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face. She said softly, “I’m sorry… I didn’t protect you properly.” They used to have a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady in their community. On the day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them to fall from grace. These past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world could be. Stella, who never had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even pay her university fees. Later on when Roger fell ill, Stella finally knew how important the money she never used to care about would be. Roger frowned and woke up. “Sis…” He looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s help. “How long have I been asleep…?” Then, he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s arm. “Where is Weston? Where is he?!” Stella saw how furious he was, so she quickly comforted him, “Calm down. You just woke up…” “Sis!” Roger didn’t want to hear this so he interrupted, “That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress. He even got her pregnant!” He was utterly exasperated. “How could he do this to you?!” Stella’s eyes darkened. She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back down. “That has nothing to do with you. You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” Roger looked like a little enraged beast with his red eyes. When he saw how calm and exhausted Stella looked, he immediately deflated as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He hugged her tightly. “Did he give you trouble…?” Stella sighed and patted him on the back. “I know you’re angry, but you shouldn’t have hit Guinevere.” Guinevere was Weston’s beloved. If Stella didn’t have the same Bombay blood type that could save Guinevere, Weston wouldn’t have forgiven Roger. Roger clenched his fists upon hearing this and his voice lowered down. “I didn’t hit her… I only wanted to hit Weston, but she came up and shielded him, so I accidentally hurt her…” Then, he asked, “Is her baby okay?” Before Stella could answer, Roger suddenly spat. “Even if she had a miscarriage, a third wheel like her who interferes in someone’s marriage deserves it!” Stella’s chest tightened. She released Roger and caressed his head, forcing out a smile. “It doesn’t matter. You just have to go through with your treatment and stop making me worry, okay?” Roger noticed the exhaustion in her delicate face and he swallowed. Finally, he averted his gaze with reddened eyes, and said, “Okay. I got it.” *** On the day Weston finally came to see her, Stella was standing on the balcony, staring dazedly at the high-rise buildings in the distance. Weston was welcomed by such a sight when he entered the room. A frail woman was standing by the window with her hands on the railings. The wind