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.

She wouldn’t stop until she sobered up, so he didn’t

forgetting to memorize a text or

Mr. Clark became an adult, he found himself excluded and forced to rent a house. Everyone bullied him for

resist. He couldn’t pinpoint when it all began. He grew to hate the world—his mother’s

more at

lost all his wealth and

his own house and even fallen in love

himself. There was no need

surreal. Mr. Clark—it turned out to be him. The revelation was shocking. She had never expected that the gentle and kind-hearted Mr. Clark would resort

is crucial to see through to the true nature beneath the facade. The most important thing was that anything too extreme would not be good. Whether it was being too

the possibility of falling, even if one had the momentum to overwhelm the opponent. There

it became for him to be controlled by evil thoughts. In the

better to be your true self. Although you might not be glamorous or beautiful, as long

own house. He packed up her belongings, pulled them with him, and walked out with her. “Hey… RK, what are you doing?” Stella asked, confused

dangerous here. You can’t stay any longer. Hurry up and tidy up. Follow me back to the RK Mansion. You haven’t been back