Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 886 Stella had only learned about this when she was sorting through her parents‘ belongings. It turned out that Roger was not their biological child. Someone had left him as an abandoned baby on their doorstep. 

Stella‘s parents had both taught at the university. Their residence was not a secret. 

Stella was still very young when her parents found Roger at the door. 

There was some cash in the baby‘s clothes too. Someone had left a note inside and explained that they could not raise the child, so they had hoped the kind–hearted couple could adopt him. 

The person who had put the child there must have known Stella‘s parents very well. 

Stella‘s parents were indeed kind–hearted. They could not bear to send the abandoned child to an orphanage. After thinking about it, they could only keep Roger and adopt him. 

However, both of them were working at the university at that time. Having a new child suddenly out of nowhere was a big deal. 

Many relatives had gradually found out about this, but Stella‘s parents had pleaded with them not to say anything. 

Michael was among them, but he did not say anything. He was 

brother. His brother had a heart of gold, but he

in the family‘s business. He had dedicated his life to his

had a daughter and did

it anymore. Stella‘s parents had treated Roger like their own child. They had never made the secret public for all these years.

but before Stella turned eighteen, they had died unexpectedly from the plane

a long time to get over it. She had been siblings with Roger for years. Their affection for each other as a

Roger during his eighteenth birthday. However, she had gotten married to Weston,

telling him the truth would affect his health, so she had

from Stella‘s silence. “I see...

explained why everyone said I looked nothing like

relatives had only praised the siblings‘ good looks. They would say that Stella had the eyes and nose of her

that he was not his parents‘ biological child at all.

a few moments of silence, she asked him, “Although we‘re not blood–related,