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Chapter 1590
Eric’s ashes were brought back to the country by the Thomas pack. According to news from Imperial
Capital, Karen treated this stepson with genuine affection. Thomas angrily criticized Eric for bringing
shame to the pack and refused to hold a grand funeral. Karen argued with Thomas, saying that even if
Eric had a bad reputation, he was still part of the Sinclair pack and deserved a grand funeral.
In the end, Thomas was unable to resist Karen’s insistence and handed over the funeral arrangements
to her. People who came to pay their respects from the Simpson family said that Karen knelt in front of
Eric’s portrait and cried hysterically, almost fainting. People in the Imperial Capital circle spread rumors
that Karen was the best stepmother and Eric was an ungrateful stepson.
When Stella heard these rumors, she was injecting medication and continued her actions without
pause, showing no significant change in expression. It seemed that she had no emotional attachment
to the deceased person and simply brushed it off as background noise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter returning from Panama and arranging for Henry to be hospitalized for recovery, Stella took care of
him while still working her regular job without missing a beat, just as she did before. Initially, Taya and
Harper were worried that Stella would be excessively saddened by Eric’s death. However, to their
surprise,
as soon as she returned, she put on her white coat and started working. Whether Eric was mentioned
or not, she had a cheerful demeanor. It seemed that Eric’s absence was a relief to her.
Stella told them that they didn’t have to deliberately avoid mentioning Eric in front of her. Without his
presence, she no longer had to live in fear. That’s why she didn’t even attend the funeral or inquire
about where Eric was buried. Taya and Harper saw her like this and didn’t ask much further. They only
instructed her to reach out to them if she needed anything. They promised to help her whenever she
needed it. Stella nodded and let them go about their own business.
Taya had to rush to work on her design plans, and Harper had to manage the night club. They were
both busy, and Stella had already caused them enough trouble during this time. Naturally, she wouldn’t
have them worry further.
After flicking the syringe, Stella bent down, smiling and
comforting a pup while secretly giving the pup an injection when they weren’t paying attention.
The pup initially smiled at her, but when she removed the syringe, the pup burst into tears. The parents
nearby comforted the
pup, and Stella smiled as she patted the pup’s head. She even performed a magic trick, pulling out a
lollipop from her pocket and handing it to the pup.
The pup took the lollipop and not only stopped crying but also behaved obediently, saying thank you.
Stella once again patted
the pup’s head before leaving the ward with a smile.
Once she left the ward, her smile suddenly froze, and the world spun around her. She quickly reached
out and grabbed the wall, trembling fingers feeling for her white coat, searching for her medication
bottle…
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn her mind, she flashed images of shooting Eric and Eric slumped against the floor-to-ceiling window,
blood flowing from his body. These gruesome images caused her to feel on the verge of a breakdown,
and she had to rely on medication to forget them.
After finding the medication bottle, she poured out a pill, trembling as she placed it in her mouth and
swallowed it.
After taking the pill, she leaned against the wall, waiting for her emotions to calm down. A doctor
approached her.
“Director, are you okay?”
During this period, she had been working tirelessly, helping out in neurosurgery, internal medicine, and
anything else that needed assistance. Now she even personally came to the pups’ department.
“I’m fine.”
Stella waved her hand, telling the doctor to focus on their own tasks, and then she mustered up her
tired body and returned to Henry’s room.