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Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 721
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Chapter 721

Though he would like to refute Weston, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his son was right.

“But you did promise me you’d marry Gwen, yet now you suddenly broke off the engagement. What exactly is

going on here?” he grumbled.

“What if Gwen suddenly remembers everything, huh? How would I…” he suddenly blurted, unable to hold back his

feelings any longer. “If she does recall everything and wants to make the truth public, then it’s her right to do so,

isn’t that correct?” he interrupted.

Chris was fired up with rage. He glared at Weston with clenched fists and snarled, “I will never let that happen!”

They stood there at the entrance , facing off each other with neither willing to concede.

“I know that woman still excites you because she’s new,” Chris blurted out bluntly. “And I’m not going to stop you

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from having as much fun as you like with her, but I’m telling you right now, a woman like that will never be

accepted into our family!”

As he finished speaking, he picked up his suit jacket and rushed out of the door, leaving the Ford Mansion without

even looking back once. Weston stared at his father as he disappeared in the distance. When he was gone, he

looked away and sneered before returning to the living room. After such a day, he should stay at the Ford Mansion

for at least a few days to manage all the family affairs that might arise. In fact, he had informed Stella in advance

that he would be away on a business trip for a while, but to his surprise, his own mother had invited her here.

He picked up his phone and was about to call Stella when he was suddenly distracted by the sound of Zach crying

upstairs.

Usually, Weston wouldn’t be bothered by that, knowing that there was an army of nannies ready to take care of him

at any time at all, not to mention his mother Wendy, who was always by Zach’s side.

But today, Weston was filled with an inexplicable urge to go upstairs to Zach. When he got there, he was met with

the sight of Stella, still clad in the same dress she wore that evening, but her hair was already let down, and it fell

casually on her shoulders.

She was holding Zach in her arms. Her movements were a little awkward, but she still gently patted his back and

softly cooed, “Don’t cry… It’s alright… Don’t cry…”

It was as if Stella possessed a magical ability to

completely entrance him because he was completely rooted to the spot, unwilling to take a step further for fear of

ruining the beautiful scene before him.

He gazed at her as she held the child tenderly as if she was his mother. He had only ever seen her as a perfect

wife, and he had never once considered what she would look like as a mother.

Weston thought of the many sides of Stella’s personality when she was with him-her shyness and timidness when

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she slept beside him, her affection and consideration when she was his loving wife, and her anguished decisiveness

when she left him…

There had been so many sides to this woman, and here, he was witnessing another side of hers that he had never

seen before.

If Stella hadn’t suffered the tragic miscarriage, she would’ve been a gentle and caring mother to their child right

now. That realization pierced through Weston’s heart like a dagger. He was even more afraid of taking a step

forward now. It was the first time that he truly felt the pain of the loss of their child deep in his bones.

Till now, he had always thought that it was not that big of a deal. He could always have another child anyway, if he

really wanted to. All that mattered to him was that Stella was by his side. He might feel regret every once in a

while, but that was the extent of it.

But now, he finally appreciated the pain that Stella must have gone through.

If things had gone differently, they should now have a healthy, living and breathing child whose beating heart would

be filled with both his blood and hers.

The gut-wrenching pain gripped his soul and washed over his whole being. It hit him continuously wave after wave,

and it felt as if it would never end.