Chapter 121

Stella Valentine's fingers trembled slightly.

She remembered the night Ethan was born, writhing in agony alone at a foreign hospital. Meanwhile, Adrian Roland was back home, consumed by vengeance.

Luna's birth had been an even greater nightmare.

"Mommy," Ethan suddenly grasped her hand, "Daddy must love you very much. Since Luna is prettier than me, he must love you even more now."

Stella chuckled. "What do you know about love?"

"Of course I do!" Ethan excitedly mentioned his friend from Switzerland. "John said he's going to marry Linda!"

Stella massaged her temples.

Five-year-olds discussing marriage—that was way too advanced.

"Mommy, is new Daddy coming home tonight?"

"He will, but very late."

"Can I see him?"

Stella hesitated. "Not yet."

Ethan's eyes lit up. "I know! Daddy must be a superhero, saving the world like Spider-Man!"

Stella couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Alistair had indeed saved her world.

Martha Clementson called from outside the door. "Miss Stella, dinner's getting cold."

At the dining table, Ethan devoured his nutritious meal.

While clearing the dishes, Martha whispered mysteriously, "Miss Stella, let me read your palm."

"You know how?"

"Everyone in my village said I was accurate." Martha lowered her voice. "But revealing too much isn't good. I only read for special people now."

Hesitantly, Stella extended her hand.

Martha studied her palm lines and suddenly gasped.

"What is it?"

"Miss Stella, your palm... it's extraordinary." Martha frowned deeply. "Two marriage lines intertwined—I've never seen anything like it."

Stella's heart skipped a beat. "What does that mean?"

"Either it's the same person, or..." Martha hesitated. "The second one has been waiting for you all along."

Stella clenched her fist.

"And also..." Martha's voice dropped even lower. "Your lifeline—"

Before she could finish, a phone rang.

"Stella Valentine!" Victor Valence's voice trembled with excitement. "You're actually the Stella Valentine from Norland College!"

Stella froze. "You attended Norland too?"

"I was five years ahead of you!" Victor gritted his teeth. "All the professors said you'd be the next star in design, but you suddenly dropped out—"

Stella interrupted softly. "I returned home to get married."

Silence filled the other end of the line.

"To Adrian Roland?" Victor's voice turned icy. "Yet he came to my jewelry store with another woman to design an engagement ring."

Stella tightened her grip on the phone. "I remember."

"Stella," Victor suddenly laughed. "Get a divorce. Adrian doesn't deserve you."