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.

the call button and summoned Mischelle, who

were supposed to be home right then." Michelle's tone conveyed worry, and Stefan couldn't help but feel terrible for

never letting it get to her. He pondered how much she had inside her heart to

some important work and as for returning tonight, it seems impossible since we still have much

odd all day. It was something she couldn't explain, but ever since Ella

to attend a business meeting, her heart was

but 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 daughter and be reassured that everything was fine and

then hummed."I'll ask her to call you back once we're finished with the work," he added, putting Mischelle's remarks to rest

there for a while before going to the bedroom, but as soon as he walked in, Ella was no longer asleep

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

her unmoving, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She let the water pour from the shower, chilling

cracked, and

the water from dripping on her. His legs collapsed and he quickly engulfed

yourself, Dove.

vent her feelings, he found himself breaking down next

body burning with each tear

remained mute for another minute, but his words struck her like a bolt, causing her entire body to shiver and bursting into a heartbreaking cry that filled the entire

victim of rape,

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

hands 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

wanted to hug her mother for being so brave

a painful memory she wanted to get rid of. But

as nothing more than a scar, she loved her with all her heart, swallowing her sorrow and horror and giving

could I resent her, even for a brief minute, when all she did was commit her life to making my life better?