Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 701 Stella closed her eyes. “I used to believe you, but I paid a big price for my foolishness.”
Weston’s eyes sank. He looked like he wanted to say something. “Stella…”
Stella let out a laugh and interrupted him. “Let’s stop talking about the past. It’s meaningless.”
When she was about to leave, she heard a woman’s gasp and exclamation.
“Weston, why are you here? Why are you with her…”
Stella stopped in her tracks. She turned to the sound and saw Guinevere’s parents walking toward them at the same time.
Mrs. Cohen, in particular, stared at Stella with eyes full of doubt and disbelief. “Why are you two together? What were you doing?”

A woman’s intuition was most likely accurate.
Mrs. Cohen observed Stella and frowned at her aura. She asked with a wary look, “Weston, this is Zack’s birthday party. How can you do something like this behind Gwen’s back?”
Stella subconsciously explained, “Madam, you’ve
misunderstood. I’ve nothing to do with him…”
“Shut up! I’m talking to him. Who are you to speak!” Mrs. Cohen cut her off directly.
Mrs. Cohen was a wife of the upper class and naturally had a commanding presence.
Mr. Cohen stood beside his wife with the same cold face. He observed Weston and said, “Earlier, Gwen’s mom said she saw you two enter the room. I couldn’t believe it. What’s going on here?”
Stella’s face sank. She did not expect such a turn of events. She reflexively clenched her fists tight and remained silent.
She knew this day would come from the day Weston forced her to be his lover. The commotion, however, alerted Guinevere, who had just left.
Having left with Chris, when she heard the noise, she returned, only to see her parents surrounding Weston and Stella while questioning them. “What’s going on?” she strode over and asked. “What are you all doing here?” Guinevere’s parents looked at each other and exchanged a glance. Mr. Cohen said to Guinevere with a sullen face, “Gwen, don’t be afraid. Mom and Dad are here today. We’ll definitely do you justice.”
“Dad, what are you talking about? I don’t understand…” Guinevere stopped mid-sentence. She understood what was going on with just a glance, but she could only bite the bullet and act like she understood nothing. “What justice? What are you talking about?”
Mrs. Cohen went to her side and held her hand. She patted the back of her hand and explained, “Your dad and I just saw Weston come out of the same room with this woman… She’s clearly a slut. Don’t be too sad. We’ll help