NovelEnglishWalter furrowed his brow, realizing that this was something that needed careful handling. It seemed Beck would have to take matters into his own hands.
He glanced at Dylan and sighed, acknowledging the bond they shared.
"Beck, you need to make this look convincing. My family owes a huge favor to Jason's family, and my parents have made it clear. Since Stella isn't part of the Sanders family, I'm not to hold back. So you can't let anything slip, got it? Otherwise, I'll have a hard texplaining things." Beck nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation he was about to manage.
In just three days, Beck arranged for a body to be recovered, one that had been through enough to be unrecognizable at first glance. After a professional forensic examination, it was confirmed to be Stella. The news spread quickly within their circle.
While keeping an eye on the Moore family, Beck sent updates to Walter.
Walter replied promptly, saying that the family still had sdoubts, but assured Beck that a resolution was near.
Beck waited patiently for another day before Walter finally got back to him in the evening.
"They believe it now, but remember this: Stella can never return to North America. It'll be impossible forto explain otherwise." "Got it, I owe you for this." With the Moore family matter settled, Beck began to reflect on his feelings for Stella.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDespite Dylan's previous warnings, Beck couldn't quite convince himself he felt anything akin to love for her. Love was a word that seemed too daunting to even consider.
After spending three days in his villa, Beck decided it was tto find Stella again.
His people searched the border for a long time, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air, as if she never existed.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Beck set out to the border himself. This time, he found a clue, discovering that Stella had hidden herself away in a remote area.
He immediately took a car and headed there.
He arrived just as the sun was setting, spotting Dave swinging a hoe as if planting something.
Beck strode over and grabbed his arm.
"Where's Stella?" Dave was caught off guard by Beck's swift arrival and sneered.
"Why are you looking for her? She waited for you at the airport that day, but you never showed. She's moved on now, so stay out of her life." Ignoring Dave, Beck made his way towards a nearby small cabin.
Upon entering, a strong medicinal smell hit him, almost overwhelming his senses. "Stella?" He called out, hearing a faint cough in response.
Pushing open the inner door, he found Stella standing by the window.
She looked frail, her hair loose around her shoulders, gazing outside.
Walking over, Beck noticed her eyes were fixed in Dave's direction, making him uneasy. "Stella, why are you hiding out here?" Stella had thought she was imagining things; how else could she see Beck near Dave? She had texted Beck, asking to see him one last time, but he never responded.
Not that it was a surprise-Beck had always ignored her in the past.
Buting to terms with that reality was incredibly painful.
Taking a deep breath, Stella turned to face him.
Seeing his face, she struggled to remainposed.
Since returning here, she had many heart-to-hearts with Dave.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDave had once told her that everything she was doing was merely for her own sake; Beck was oblivious to it all.
Even the situation with the child was just a burden to Beck.
If she truly cared for someone, how could she bear to burden them? At that moment, Stella realized her own selfishness.
"Beck." She called out, quickly correcting herself, "Mr. Sanders." After all, she was never part of the Sanders family; she had no right to call him by his first name.
Beck said nothing, his gaze sweeping over her, noting how much weight she had lost and how fragile she looked. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" Stella shook her head and, hearing Dave call her from outside, hurried out, grabbing a bucket of water to bring to him. Beck followed her, naturally taking the bucket from her hands.
"I'll do it. You should rest." But Stella didn't rest; she went over to where Dave was working.
Dave, sweat beading on his forehead, was surprised to see Beck helping out.
"Mr.
te, this kind of labor et used to the finer thingsver.
ast suit you. Let Stella take isn't your belongs to english scene." Content in life; Dave's words were laced with sarcasm. Knowing Stella had lost a child here and remembering her suffering alone, he couldn't help but harbor resentment towards Beck. Yet he was also aware that Beck was blameless in a way. He simply didn't Ccate Stella's feelings.
Could he really be faulted for that?
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