Chapter 925
Chapter 925:
Her lips pressed into a tight line, her voice low. “I’m sorry. I…”
William pulled her gently into his arms, his tone soft but steady. “Don’t apologize, silly. She’s the one at fault. I was careless to fall into her trap—none of this is on you.”
His easy forgiveness only made Stella’s guilt cut deeper, while her fury toward Lena burned hotter.
William took her hand, speaking quietly, “Stella, try to trust me a little more from now on, alright?”
He might be cold to outsiders, but he always judged fairly. He wouldn’t dislike someone without a reason.
Whatever Lena had whispered to Stella earlier clearly hadn’t been anything good.
Jaw tight, Stella lifted her head, her eyes like ice. “I’m going to talk to Lena.” This had to be dealt with.
Hand in hand, she and William went downstairs.
In the living room, Lena was still basking in her supposed success, already plotting how to drive the wedge between them even deeper.
Then she saw them descend together. Stella’s gaze was colder than frost, and dread clawed at Lena’s gut.
She forced a strained smile, clinging to her facade of innocence. When her eyes landed on William, she even deliberately hunched her shoulders in a feigned display of fear. “Stella… Mr. Briggs…”
But Stella didn’t give her the chance to continue. She slammed the tablet onto the coffee table, the footage frozen on a damning close-up of Lena’s scheming face.
Stella’s voice was sharp as a blade. “Lena. Explain yourself.”
She demanded answers—for the fake tears, the drugged coffee, and the pathetic charade Lena had staged.
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Lena’s face went ghost-pale as the evidence stared back at her.
Her body trembled, lips quivering, eyes wide with panic.
She hadn’t even known there were cameras in the bedroom. She hadn’t thought William would act so fast—or show Stella the truth.
Lena stuttered, scrambling for anything. “It’s not what it looks like! It’s a misunderstanding, Stella—you have to believe me!”
A misunderstanding?
William let out a cold laugh and tossed the lab report onto the table in front of her. “This too? Want me to call in a doctor to explain what happens when you mix these together?”
The evidence was ironclad. Lena had nothing left.
She crumpled to the floor, her face twisted with despair and terror.
She knew she was finished.
She had thought her plan was just taking off—only to realize it had already gone down in flames.
Stella looked at her with no pity, only deep disappointment. “I treated you kindly. I pitied you. I helped you and even let you stay in my home. And this is how you repay me?”
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