Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 411:

Soon, there was a mess. The police came downstairs with Mr. Clark. When they saw Stella, they stopped in front of her.

“This man, surnamed Clark, not only stole items but is also taking drugs. We found a small amount of methamphetamine and ketamine under his bedside table. It seems he couldn’t afford the high cost of drugs, so he chose to steal instead.

However, he has only recently started using drugs, so it shouldn’t be difficult for him to quit. It ultimately depends on whether he knows how to repent or not.”

As Stella heard what the police said, it felt as if her brain had exploded, leaving her completely stunned. “What… Taking drugs? How could he take drugs?”

“Mr. Clark, you are the kindest and most honest neighbor here. How could you…?”

“I am sorry,” Mr. Clark said, refusing to look up at Stella. “I will do my best to change.”

“Miss Richard, we will handle this matter properly.” After that, the policeman left with Mr. Clark.

As he was brought to the police car, Mr. Clark looked back at the building where he had lived for a long time. There were many onlookers outside—neighbors who had once taken care of him and helped him. He had received their kindness before, but now he felt he wanted to harm them.

and did something wrong, his mother would grab him and beat him. She wouldn’t stop until she sobered up, so he didn’t dare to make mistakes as a

older, he went to school. If he made a mistake, he would be punished by the teacher, regardless of whether it was forgetting to memorize a text or failing to complete his homework. He would be forced to stand with a textbook and a glass of

became an adult, he found himself excluded and forced to rent

silent all this time. He had been tricked into taking drugs and did not resist. He couldn’t pinpoint when it all began. He grew to

at

and relied solely on drugs. He lost all his

he had found a proper job and worked hard, maybe he could have bought his own house and even fallen in love with a kind and

him much tenderness, he could certainly support himself. There was no need to

be him. The revelation was shocking. She had never expected

see through to the true nature beneath the facade. The most important thing was that anything

The closer one was to either end, the greater the possibility of falling, even

and more fragile he was, the easier it became for him to be controlled by evil thoughts. In the end, he changed without anyone noticing. Everyone

self. Although you might not be glamorous or beautiful, as long as you

happened to Mr. Clark, RK refused to let Stella sleep in her own house. He packed up her belongings, pulled them with him, and walked out with her. “Hey… RK, what are you doing?” Stella

longer. Hurry up and tidy up. Follow me back to the RK Mansion. You haven’t been back