When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Before Stella could reply, Matthews phone rang, piercing the tense silence.

Matthew hesitated, reluctant to answer, but Stella interrupted, saying, What if its Lindsay calling again? Answer it.

I wont be blamed if something happens to her and you accuse me of wasting your time.

Matthew paused, a mix of emotions passing through his eyes.

Stella saw the shift in his expression and felt a sharp sting in her heart as if a thousand needles were piercing it.

Once so close, they now found themselves estranged due to a series of misunderstandings and disruptive influences.

The phone continued to ring, sounding more urgent each time.

Clenching his teeth, Matthew eventually grabbed the phone.

He hesitated briefly before pressing the answer button.

On the line was the anxious voice of the servant caring for Lindsay, saying, Mr.

Clark, Miss Wheeler is running a high fever, and shes refusing to go to the hospital. Im unable to move her on my own.

Matthews brow knitted tighter with every passing second.

on earth are they doing? he demanded, his tone

servant, flustered, stammered out a

ordered everyone to

quite a fury,

betrayed his growing

face was unreadable as she

glanced at the meal Sanford had

of appetite, like someone chewing out of necessity,

the call and hesitated, turning to Stella to

he could get a word

youve got things to take care of, go

need to explain anything to

calm, but the lack of emotion in it

them now, one he hadnt realized had grown so

tried to bridge the

as soon

you up myself, no matter how late it gets,

Stella didnt even flinch.

response came