Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Before going to bed, Stella received Sherry’s message.

She told Stella that Daniel didn’t do the DNA test.

Hence, Stella knew there was only one possibility.

She put down her phone and lay on the bed with her eyes opened, lost in thought.

Clarence asked, “Are you sleepless?”

Stella returned to her senses. “Not really. I just can’t understand something.”

Clarence wrapped around her waist. “If you can’t understand it, just stop thinking. When it’s time, you’ll have the

answer naturally.”

“But...”

“It’s quite late now. Go to sleep.”

Stella hummed to answer obediently. However, she was still sleepless.

Clarence had expected that. He patted her back gently.

Probably, his silent comfort had worked, or she was exhausted. Anyways, Stella soon felt sleepy.

The following morning, before the alarm clock rang, she heard some noises.

Stella opened her eyes in a daze and asked in a sleepy tone, “Why do you get up so early today?”

Clarence tied his necktie, walked to the bed, bent over, and pecked on her forehead. “I’ll attend a bidding meeting

today. It’s still early. You can sleep in a bit.”

Stella hummed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pecked on his lips. “Wish you good luck.”

Clarence curled up his lips into a smile, rubbing her hair. “Go back to sleep.”

Soon, Stella heard the door close.

She turned, ready to go back to sleep.

However, she couldn’t fall asleep at all. The longer she lay there, the more sobered she became.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed.

After breakfast, she heated the herbal soup with a pot. Standing next to the stove, Stella was lost in thought.

She couldn’t understand why Emmett had done it.

If it was because he targeted Clarence earlier, she could understand. However, for Chan...

Right then, the herbal soup was boiled. There was steam.

Stella returned to her senses all of a sudden. She turned off the gas and pulled a piece of kitchen tissue to wipe off

the water on the stove.

Recently, she had been used to drinking herbal soup without vomiting. It was like drinking water to her now.

When she arrived at her studio, as soon as Stella sat down, an employee sent her the bills and receipts of the

previous day.

Sherry wasn’t in the studio in the past few days, so Stella was in charge of them.

After checking the numbers, it was noon.

Stella stretched, ready to go for lunch. There were a few knocks on the office door. “Excuse me, Stella. A mister

wants to see you.”

Stella asked casually, “Who is he?”

“It’s... your friend. He came to our studio before. Mr. Cater.”

Upon hearing it, Stella looked solemn. She stood up and opened the door. “Where is he?”

The girl answered, “Waiting for you in the lounge.”

Stella said, “Okay. I got it. Please go back to your work.”

The girl answered and left.

Stella walked to the lounge and knocked on the door gently. Then she pushed the door open and entered.

In the lounge, Emmett almost stood up immediately when hearing the knocks. He looked over at the door. “Hi,

Stella...”

Stella closed the door and asked indifferently, “What’s the matter?”

Emmett said, “I’m here to make an apology.”

“For what?”

Emmett’s face stiffened as if he didn’t know where to start.

Stella said, “In fact, I also have some questions to ask you. Since you haven't thought of what to say, I’ll speak first.”

Emmett nodded. “Okay.”

Stella looked at him and said bluntly, “I’ve done the paternity test for Chan and my father again. The result shows

there's a 99% chance that they're blood-related. I’m curious to know why the previous test result was incorrect. I

believe you can give me the answer.”

Emmett pressed his lips. “I’m sorry, Stella. It’s my fault. I came to you for this matter as well. I... I don’t know how

to explain. I’m terribly sorry, and I’m willing to do anything to make up for it.”

Stella smiled, but her voice was colder than usual. “You shouldn’t apologize to me but Chan. Besides, how can you

make it up for him?”

Emmett said hurriedly, “I can explain everything to Chan and Mr. William in person. They...”

“Emmett Carter,” Stella interrupted him, “What matters isn’t only the result of the paternity test. You don’t know

what Jeffrey Radomil’s existence meant for Chan and me. I won’t blame you for that. If Chan were Jeffrey’s son for

real, I would accept it. However...”

“I know what you meant, Stella. I know you guys suffered a lot because of that scumbag. I’m terribly sorry...”

Stella laughed. “Since you know it, may I know why you’ve done it?”

Emmett stood motionlessly, blushing. However, he couldn’t answer her question.

Stella turned to open the door. “I can tell you’re unwilling to explain. It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to tell my

father or Chan about this matter. I don’t want you to harm them again. Besides...”

She paused before continuing, “I hope you not to come to me again. I don’t want to see you.”

Then, she opened the door and left directly.

Looking at her receding future, Emmett muttered, “Stella...”

Stella didn’t look back.

She didn’t want to argue with Emmett again. The harm had been caused.

It made no sense to remark anything.

Emmett didn’t leave the lounge until standing there for several minutes. He drove to the hospital where his mother

worked with.

In the hospital, his mother came out of the office. Seeing him in the corridor with a pale face, she asked in surprise,

“Emmett, didn’t you go to work today? Do you not feel well?”

Emmett looked at the nurse behind her and said, “Mom, I have something to ask you.”

The nurse was quite sensible. She said, “I’m going back to the station.”

Emmett’s mother nodded and led him to the garden outside the building. “What’s the matter?”

Emmett pressed his lips and said, “A few months ago, I asked you to do a paternity test for me. Do you remember

the result?”

When his mother heard his words, her expression changed slightly. She looked away and said, “As you said, it was

several months ago. I’m busy every day. How can I remember it?”

“I’ve asked you to do this test for me only. Can’t you remember it for real?”

Emmett’s mother frowned. “Why do you suddenly ask me about this?”

Emmett didn’t answer immediately. He opened a folder and pulled two documents out, handing them to her. “This

copy was from you several months ago. And this one was from my friend, done two days ago. The results were

completely different. Mom, why did you do that?”

Emmett’s mother turned around. “Stop asking.”

“Now it has come so far. Aren’t you willing to tell me the truth? I don’t want to investigate you or make any wild

guesses. Please. Tell me the truth.”