Chapter 924
Chapter 924:
William’s jaw was set in a hard line, the worst of the drug’s effects starting to fade. His voice was low but firm. “Pull the surveillance from the study and the bedroom. Email everything to me. And have that coffee Lena gave me tested.”
He wouldn’t just sit around and let things spiral—especially not when it came to Stella.
Something about Lena had always felt off, but now it was more than a hunch. He remembered the coffee. Stella hardly ever made it for him, but Lena had brought him some earlier. That alone raised a red flag.
Luca worked fast, quickly pulling the villa’s surveillance footage.
The hallway and study cams clearly showed Lena slipping into the bedroom when no one was around—and her hand reaching for William while he was asleep.
The new cameras in the bedroom, recently installed for William’s safety, caught the whole thing—every calculated glance, every fake expression on her face.
The coffee test came back quickly too. It was laced with something that could react badly with William’s medication.
William read the report, watched the footage—and his eyes turned cold. The air around him practically dropped a few degrees.
What a disgusting little show Lena had put on.
If he hadn’t already been suspicious, she might’ve gotten away with it.
He rolled his wheelchair to Stella’s room and knocked softly.
“Stel, open up. I know you’re in there. There’s something you need to see.” His tone was calm, even, not giving away the storm he was keeping in check. No anger. No panic. Just quiet resolve.
No response came from behind the door.
William waited, calm and patient.
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Finally, after a few minutes, the door creaked open. Stella stood there, fresh from the shower, damp hair clinging to her shoulders.
Surprise flashed across her eyes when she saw him. “What are you doing here?”
Without answering, William handed her a tablet, already playing a piece of security footage.
Confused, Stella took it. The moment her eyes landed on the screen, shock spread across her face.
The video showed Lena reaching for William—completely opposite of the pitiful, tearful act she had put on downstairs.
And then came the lab report on the coffee.
So this was the truth.
Just moments ago, while showering, Stella had been puzzling over why William had treated Lena so harshly.
Now she knew. Lena had been lying to her from the very beginning.
Stella had almost swallowed Lena’s story whole—almost doubted William yet again.
A storm of emotions swirled in her chest: anger at Lena’s betrayal, guilt for nearly distrusting William.
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