The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 956

He couldn't just kill Sellers-not yet. Sellers had to stay alive, so he could suffer, slowly and thoroughly.

...

The next day, Stella's surgery was scheduled without delay.

Right before being wheeled into the operating room, something occurred to her.

"By the way, who brought me to the hospital?"

Abby replied, "It was a passerby who happened to be nearby. Luckily, they got you here in time. If you'd lost any more blood, things could've turned out much worse."

Stella nodded. "Did we thank them?"

Abby smiled. "We did. Neville gave them a generous reward to show our gratitude."

"Please thank Neville for me."

"I will."

Just then, someone knocked at the door; Mr. Burton stepped in.

"Stella, there's no need to worry," he said reassuringly. "This procedure is low-risk. I'll do everything I can to heal your hand."

nodded again. "Thank you, Mr. Burton. It means a lot that

if you were any other patient, I'd do

of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella

operation dragged on for hours, stretching from morning into the

off,

in years; if it hadn't been for Stella, he wouldn't have come in

The deep fatigue on his face was unmistakable. "But as I said before, Stella playing the

eyes dimmed, and the others-Haynes, Neville, Foreman-couldn't hide their

the likely outcome, but still, a small part of them had clung

all was already nothing

Soon

werella was wheeled out,

lying

her bed.

lips pale, cheeks swollen from the

painfully. For a brief moment, a murderous urge

Sellers and Leonard's

have some work I need to take care of. I'll be

really noticed him leave; their attention was

look at her before turning

briefly in the middle of