Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches Chapter 1014

Chapter 1014 Stella's pupils shrank slightly as she heard this. She turned to Weston beside her.

Poisoned...?

It sounded likea groundless rumor.

But if it was true that Zachary was poisoned, then anyone in the Ford Mansion could have done

it.

Her mind instinctively went to that rabid fan of Guinevere's who tried to splash acid on her, to

the other manwho made the rude entrance -suddenly crashing into her room through the

window, allegedly losing his footing and falling from above.

The party had been so lively just moments ago, yet they were suddenly told that theparty was

over.

Naturally, this raised many questions.

Weston's stoic face still displayed little emotion, however.

Later, once everything at the mansion had been settled, he got ready to go to the hospital.

Stella had been quiet herself, saying nothing while staying by Weston’s side all the time.

In times like these, the last thing she wanted to do was cause him more trouble.

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Besides, her own mind was still in chaos.

She hardly knew what to think.

Even now, she still struggled to believe what had just happened.

Was Zachary really dead? Or could be just some cruel prank?

She had a sensation that none of it was real.

Completely numbed, she could feel nothing either, as if she was still unsure that Zachary's death actually

happened.

She glanced at Weston.

His expressions were cold and intense, but he never lost his composure.

Perhaps even he couldn't believe that this was all happening.

Perhaps he was in denial that Zachary really was dead.

Everyone got to the hospital as fast as they could.

As there were not many people on the floor where the VIP private wards were, the vacant and empty lobby

juxtaposed starkly with the incessant and urgent clacking of footstepsof the worried Fords.

"We're Zachary Ford's family," Chris announced as soon as they arrived.

With red and swollen eyes, he seemed much more flustered than Weston.

"Where is he?" The doctor sighed and replied, "He's in there..."

Chris immediately rushed over and shoved the door open "Zach??? Zach!"

A sharp shriek pierced theair as soon as the door opened.

It was Guinevere's voice.

"My baby..." she wailed as she sobbed and choked with sheer grief.

"My baby...

You can’t just leave me like this...

What am I going to do without you???" Stella stood at the door, her heart tightening by the second.

She was suddenly reminded of the day she lost her own child.

Back then, she was helplessly weeping bitter tears, not unlike what Guinevere was going through now.

Weston stood there behind her.

He did not enter the room, nor did he try to leave.

Stella was unable to describe her feelings.

She felt as if she was stuck between two walls that were closing in upon her, crushing her till she suffocated.

The whole ward suddenly felt like it was flooded in blindingly white light.

Warren sat beside the bed, looking completely devastated.

With his shoulders slumped and his head stooped low, he seemed to have aged ten years since

Stella last saw him.

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1 Chris rushed into the room and knelt next to the bed, gazing at Zachary, who was laying

stillwith his eyes closed.

"Zach..." he lamented.

"How did this happen? You were all fine when I saw you.

How did you get poisoned all of a sudden?" Guinevere raised her head to look at Chris, and

fresh tears began welling up inher eyes again when she told him," He had clearly gotten a lot

better, but suddenly, he started choking up, and he couldn't breathe...

I kept asking him what was wrong, but he couldn't speak.

So I called the doctor for help, but it was already too late..." Her words that were punctuated by

sobs left her out ofbreath.

Warren, who was just beside her, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and demanded in a

hoarse voice, "This must be investigated.

We must get to the bottom of this!" Though he spoke slowly and his voice was low, those words

carried undeniablestrength and resolution behind them.

Brown age spots dotted the back of his hands.

His blue veins bulged up as he gripped the cane in his hand.

It was true that the more grief-stricken people were, the more silent they became.

Sorrow and despair filled the air.

Even Wendy was staring vacantly into the air, her eyes blank and empty, not knowing exactly

how to react to everythingthat had just happened.

Seeing all this, Stella began to feel restless.

She couldn't even begin to describe exactly what she was feeling right now.

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