Chapter 83 The Weight of Holding It All In
The girl’s eyes sparkled with sincerity, her expression open and lovely.
Nancy felt herself giving in. “Then I’ll accept it. Thank you!”
She silently swore: from now on, Stella was her one and only big sis.
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The villa’s front gate opened from within, and a tall, long–legged man stepped into the doorway.
Still dressed in his white suit, the silver frames of his glasses caught the glow of the porch lights.
Nancy’s eyes went round again. “Wait… is that Mr. Foster?“”
Of course Ethan hadn’t mentioned Stella’s situation to a regular assistant. It made sense Nancy hadn’t known she was staying at Nathan’s place.
Stella nodded. “Yeah.”
Nancy held her breath. It was her first time seeing Nathan in person–until now, she’d only ever seen him on finance programs.
In real life, he was way more handsome.
Graceful, polished, and almost sacred–he was the definition of untouchable.
But his gaze never once left Stella’s face. He didn’t even spare her car a glance.
After getting out, Stella waved to Nancy. “Drive safe. Message me when you get home.”
Nancy slowly pulled away–reluctantly.
She was still watching Nathan.
Ever since Stella appeared, his eyes hadn’t left her for even a second.
Were they… together?
Ahhh! I could definitely ship this!
“It’s late–are you still working?” Stella asked as she walked inside.
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Nathan adjusted his glasses with a single finger. “Yeah. Conference call with our overseas
team.”
Stella looked up at him and smiled. “No wonder you make so much money.”
Her lips curved prettily, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Nathan’s heart sank just a little.
She wasn’t in a good mood.
Probably because of Louis.
He’d known for a while that she’d lost Louis. He had people searching too.
Family had always mattered to her. Even after her death, he was sure she’d never want her loved ones to suffer.
But his people hadn’t found anything either.
This morning, the slum police had called him. He’d looked into Louis’s situation.
He’d been injured, traveling with a mentally unstable middle–aged woman–also hurt.
During the day, Lucas had been by her side. Nathan hadn’t had the right to show up.
But tonight, he needed to do something.
Under the dim lights of the garden, her shadow stretched across the ground.
She still walked tall, like always–but if you looked closely, her head was ever so slightly lowered.
“Stella.”
Just before she stepped into the living room, Nathan called out.
She turned, lips tugging into a faint smile. “What is it?”
“My friend gave me a bottle of wine today. Do you want a drink?” he asked.
Meanwhile-
“At 8 a.m., your flight leaves. The latest you can wake up is six–don’t oversleep,” Tina reminded him outside his hotel room.
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Southville had been a tricky mess, but the two of them had managed to resolve it within two days.
Ethan stood there in a tailored black suit, the rosary bracelet on his wrist highlighting the paleness and elegance of his hands.
He nodded. “Okay.”
Tina didn’t leave. “Nancy messaged to say she’s dropped Stella off. Louis and the others are settled in.”
Ethan replied, “When payroll goes out, tell Finance to give Nancy a bonus. She’s been a huge help to my sister these past couple days.”
A rare smile lit up Tina’s usually cool expression.
“Stella already gave her 5,000 dollars”
The girl was such a straight–shooter–she told Tina everything.
Ethan raised a brow. “That works. Then bump up her quarterly bonus too.”
Tina nodded. “Got it. Nancy’s always been a solid worker. She deserves it. But don’t stress too. much. With Stella there, Louis will be well taken care of.”
. Ethan shook his head. “I’m more worried about my sister.”
She’d messaged him right after she found Louis this morning, just so he wouldn’t worry and could focus on his work.
The rest, she said they’d talk about later tonight.
“She knows what Louis has been through all these years. Of course she’s upset–but my sister never lets herself feel sadness. When our parents died, she didn’t even cry.”
“Anyway. You should get some rest.” Ethan’s voice turned hoarse. He swiped his key card and stepped into his room.
Tina was cool by nature–not the kind to get emotionally involved.
Even when reading tragic stories online, she rarely felt anything.
Same with her friends and relatives.
Her parents often said she had no heart, no empathy, no humanity.
