Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1168 Weston‘s attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke. 

Because Stella‘s reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It was only now that he noticed the little boy beside Stella. 

The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he was evidently much bolder than the girl. 

When the boy noticed Weston‘s gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, “Please give my sister back to me!” 

He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously brought up in a bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching between the two with ease. 

Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing much emotion at all. 

“What‘s your name?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 

Elias frowned and turned to Stella. Then he curled his lips and replied, “I might be a child, but my name is still my privacy. I won‘t tell you that so easily!” 

irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes when he asked, “Do you know what privacy means?” “Of course I do!” answered Elias, raising his head to look at Weston. “Privacy means something that you don‘t want

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adult to take off their clothes or touch their private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect themselves, but Elias had stretched the concept

was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children, so

obedient too, she was easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she

want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of glass –just as she used to be. She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks she encountered completely shattered her into a thousand pieces. Stella picked Emma up and told Weston, “If there‘s nothing else, we‘re leaving

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speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then was as good as invisible. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed. “It‘s

to keep her composure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy sea.

us for a meal? We‘re all friends here and, besides, we‘re all curious about... what happened to

all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity.

clearly jealous of her, yet she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didn‘t care to put up

“because we wanted to celebrate Mr. Ford‘s birthday. We didn‘t plan for a dead woman to show