Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1167 Even Nicole and Daisy, who were both dressed to the nines, paled in comparison to Stella, whose

elegance completely outshone the combined beauty of the other two women.

Grace and charm flowed out of her body with every gesture she made, making it almost impossible for Ben to take

his eyes off her.

How could such a bewitching woman not be a ghost?

The thoughts in his own head shocked him over and over again. His palms began to sweat, and he did not know

what to do.

In the end, it was Henry who spoke up, breaking the long silence in the room.

“So you‘re not dead after all,” he commented. “Looks like you‘ve been duping us for three full years.” He then

chuckled under his breath, acting as if he was the only one in the room. “Don‘t mention death in front of my

children!” Stella glared coldly at him and hissed. She took Elias‘ hand, glanced at Emma, who seemed to be

extremely fond of Weston, and sighed.

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“What do I have to do for you to return my daughter, Mr. Ford?”

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“All you need to do is prove that this really is your daughter, and I‘ll gladly return her to you. What do you say?”

Stella gritted her teeth so hard that she could hear them grinding against each other. “Stop messing around with

me!” she snapped. Weston‘s eyes slowly turned gloomy as he stared fixedly at her.

“All I‘m asking for is proof,” he spoke slowly, word by word. “After all, you can‘t expect me to believe a word you

say, can you? You‘re the one who hoodwinked me into thinking that you‘re dead all this time. To think that you‘d

deceive your own husband about something so serious as that, you can‘t blame me if I can‘t trust you enough to

hand over this innocent little girl to you.”

“You—“Stella‘s expressions altered. Instead of getting angry, though, she laughed as she stared at him and asked,

“Fine, how would you like me to prove it then?”

Weston put Emma down on the floor , rubbed her head, and took her hand.

“We’ll do a DNA test to start,” he said.

Stella clenched her fists tightly, and her fingers dug deep

into her flesh that marks were visible. With a pale face, she looked at him and said, “I know what you‘re thinking,

Weston, but don’t you think that you‘re being ridiculous? Don‘t tell me that you still can‘t let go of me after all these

years. Are you actually hoping that I‘ve given birth to your children? Have you forgotten why I became infertile?”

Stella uttered those words in an utterly plain voice, yet each word hit his raw nerves, again and again, causing him

unimaginable pain.

His face changed as he gazed wistfully at the face that he had been dreaming about day and night for the past

three years.

“I told you,” he said, “that I don‘t care if we had children or not. I never minded the fact that you‘re infertile…”

“But I did!” she interrupted him. “You didn‘t want children, but I did!”

She then paused and frowned before impatiently adding, “This is not the time to be talking about these things.

What exactly do you want?”

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Emma had never seen Stella so furious before. Thinking that it might be because she had done something wrong,

those tears that had stopped flowing not too long ago started to gush out again. “Stop fighting,” she cried, waving

her chubby arms,” stop fighting... It‘s aw my fawt... Stop fighting...”

The sight of her daughter crying pierced straight through Stella‘s heart.

“Mommy‘s not mad at you,” she comforted the girl.” Don‘t cry, Emma...”

She wanted to wipe away Emma‘s tears, but stopped and merely glared at Weston when she saw that Emma was

still in his arms.

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Seeing that Emma was crying again, Weston wiped her tears and, without any hesitation, gave her back to Stella.

This move stunned Stella, but before she could react, Emma flew straight into her arms and softly clasped her

hands behind Stella‘s neck before kissing her gently on her cheek.

“I‘m sowwy, Mommy. I didn‘t mean to run...”

Stella quickly held her daughter close to her chest and hugged her tight. She closed her eyes and breathed in the

faint scent of milk coming from her daughter. Only then did her heartbeat return to its steady pace.

“I‘m just glad that you‘re alright, Emma... That‘s all that matters. But you‘re not allowed to run away like that ever

again, understood ? You will stay exactly where you are until Mommy returns, okay?”

“From now on, no matter where we go, I‘ll always make sure that you‘re by my side,” she added after a pause.

Emma nodded solemnly. Elias, who was standing by the side, folded his arms as if he was an adult and shook his

head disapprovingly, saying, “Emma is a naughty girl! A stupid one too!” Emma had always been so mischievous,

and she was always causing trouble. She liked to bully Elias a lot, too, aside from being so dumb. How could she run

off like that when she was left alone for just a few minutes? How could she possibly help him protect Mommy in the

future if she kept on acting in this stupid way?

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