Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 14

jump at each other’s throats and realized that she had said something wrong. She slapped her mouth and mumbled to herself, “Why do I keep running my mouth…” Inside the ward, perhaps because the consecutive setbacks had helped Roger learn to stay calm, he solemnly asked Stella about it instead of flying into a rage. “A baby? Don’t tell me it belongs to Weston.” His hands had balled into fists under the blanket, making the veins on his arms visible. He was originally skinny but further lost weight when he was ill, so even the shape of his bones was showing. Stella sat down beside his bed and looked at him calmly. “It’s my child alone.” “How can you have a baby on your own? Do you think I’m an idiot?!” Roger couldn’t resist bellowing, “What does Weston mean by this? He doesn’t want you and isn’t willing to take responsibility, and now he wants you to bear his child?” Stella abruptly raised her voice and interrupted him, “I wanted to keep the child! He didn’t want it, but I begged him to let me keep it…” “Why…?” Roger didn’t understand. Stella looked at her stomach and said faintly, “I have a unique constitution. This might be the only child I can ever have.” Roger felt the energy drain from his body. His eyes became bloodshot and he hammered a fist onto the bed in resignation. Stella also felt upset after seeing his reaction. Her nose tingled as her calm facade began to crack. “Roger, you can’t tell anyone about this. You must keep it to yourself. This is my child alone, do you understand?” Roger took a deep breath and kept quiet as he shook badly. After a long while, he finally contained his hostility and said, “I understand…” *** After calming Roger’s emotions, Stella planned to return to the mansion to pack up. She didn’t know when Weston would send someone to pick her up to collect their divorce certification, so she must secure accommodation before he kicked her out. As she passed by the hospital’s rear garden, she saw a man in a wheelchair. He was rolling his wheelchair on the cobblestone path slowly. Stella subconsciously slowed down as memories surfaced in her mind. This seemed to be the man she last saw before fainting a few days ago. She felt a sense of familiarity just by looking at his back. When he heard footsteps behind him, the man in the wheelchair stopped. He turned around and his gaze met Stella’s. Unlike