Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 310 310: Eveline is not Uncle Jonathan's daughter

Stefan took the inebriated Ella back to a hotel room that he had urgently rented. They were intended to fly back home the same day, but due to unexpected circumstances, he had to postpone their departure till the next day.

Stefan closed the door with his leg and came inside the room, assisting Ella to sit on the bed. She was swaying because she had consumed so much alcohol, but what disturbed him the most was that she had stopped crying and said nothing.

She never sobbed while drowning in her pain.

Stefan thought it strange because it was simple to relax when she cursed or vented her feelings, but the silence and numbness on her end were ripping his heart out. He wondered how deeply the truth had cut through her—that she didn't feel enough pain to scream.

While he continued to look at her, he realized how odd life was and that seeing it develop in such a heartbreaking manner was not something he wanted for Ella. She was once a pure spirit, but now she resembled the broken doll that felt nothing but numbness.

Sigh...

Stefan cautiously kneeled before her, carefully removing her shoes and setting them aside. He then collected her legs and positioned them to lie flat on the bed.

Stefan was so careful that he worried that even the slightest forceful touch would break her.

"Go to sleep," he murmured near her ear, carefully helping her lie down.

Stefan really wanted this night to finish so he could see his old Ella again tomorrow. Though it was a wishful fantasy, he still longed to see her talk and behave as she had before.

Ella continued to stare blankly at the ceiling, while Stefan caressed her hair like a mother coaxing her child into sleep.

It took him some time, but she eventually dozed off, and he quickly tucked her under the comforter before leaving the room.

Stefan stepped into the living room and pulled out his phone, which displayed Michelle's missed calls.

He had been deliberately delaying picking them up since he was completely concerned about Ella, whom he never wanted to see again. Attending Michelle's call was something he would like to do later.

call button and summoned Mischelle, who answered the phone

to be home right then." Michelle's tone conveyed worry, and Stefan couldn't help

fate with her head held high and never letting it get to her. He pondered how much she had inside her

sorry, Mischelle, but we were busy with some important work and as for returning tonight, it seems impossible since we still have much

couldn't explain, but ever since Ella

that they needed to attend a business meeting, her heart

where's Ella? I was also expecting to hear from her. Could you please ask her to call me?" Mischelle simply wanted to hear from her

his lip, thinking, but then hummed."I'll ask her to call you back once we're finished

while before going to the bedroom, but as soon as he walked in, Ella was no

the bathroom door partially open. He barged in without wasting a second, only to discover Ella slumbering on the ground, soaked

he saw her unmoving, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She let

voice cracked, and he went

on her. His legs collapsed and he

injure yourself, Dove. "Please," he

vent her feelings, he

fiber of his body burning with each tear that fell from her eyes. It was

for another minute, but his words struck her like a bolt, causing her entire body to shiver and bursting

who had lost her way. She was the victim of rape, and when she realized her existence was

secretly loathe her for hiding everything from me. I blamed her for lying to me and forcing me to bear the misery she had endured for years without saying anything. She was exploited, Stefan! Do you realize how helpless she must have

of the man who snatched her innocence, and here I was accusing her of lying about everything. It wasn't anything she would brag about, but I did question her for not telling me about my father sooner. How would she tell me that she was raped, and I am the result of that tragic

to vent, pouring out her feelings. She just wanted to hug her mother for being so brave

the child, which was just a painful memory she wanted to get rid of. But

scar, she loved her with all her heart, swallowing her sorrow and horror and giving her

All she did was give birth to me, despite knowing how I was created. How could I resent her, even for a brief minute, when all she did was commit her life to making my life better? All mom wanted was for me to live with dignity and not let anyone's remarks affect me.She loved me when she had the right