Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad
Chapter 1307
Chapter 1307
Weston instantly stepped forward to help her. “What’s wrong?”
He asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell?”
His frantic possessiveness had now morphed into cautiousness and worry.
Stella flicked his hand away. “I’m fine. It’s just a slight headache.”
“Is it because of your eyes?”
Weston saw Stella pressing at the spot on her temple near her eyes. She probably had a headache because of the optic nerve.
His face turned dark at that thought. “Let’s go to the hospital,” Weston said and picked her up immediately.
already. Besides, I’m not in a lot of
the hem of his shirt and tried to stop him by instinct, but Weston was so anxious that he simply ignored her and summoned Joan
was startled to see Weston speaking suddenly, not knowing
a frown, “She knows.”
She glanced at Stella with some apprehension and
strode into the doctor’s office and followed Stella
just checked the blood clots in her brain. They’re dissipating. If we observe for a little while longer,
slightly. Weston sensed the change in her emotions and put his arm around her waist to reassure her. “What’s the
not. I just never thought this day would come so soon.”
easy. The feeling of being unable to see was something only Stella understood.
it would take a long time before she could regain her sight, but she did not expect this day
so caught up in the excitement of seeing Emma and Elias again that
room. Weston
over as soon as he got the news. He was keen to sense Weston’s paleness. When he came over and noticed a strong smell of blood, his face changed. “Mr. Ford, are you
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