Love After Divorce
Chapter 282 Am I not handsome anymore?

Chapter 282: Chapter 282 Am I not handsome anymore?

"At that time, I don’t know how to deal with outsiders. Why did David quarrel with you when he met with you? And why did he divorce you? I begged you not to divorce him, but you insisted on it. At that time, I knew that you are a person who would rather die than live a miserable life."

"Later, you fell ill before you could get a divorce."

Stella always remembered that rainy night. Her mother had a high fever, but David was not at home. She tried her best to drag her mother who had fainted to the hospital. Later, her crying woke up the housekeeper who had been taking care of them. The auntie hailed a taxi to take them to the hospital.

At that time, Stella knew that she could not depend completely on a man. Her mother was like this, so she was destined to be completely hurt by David. She could not go on the same path as her mother, nor could she follow in her mother’s footsteps. She must be strong. When she grew up and worked hard, she could support herself and her mother. Then, she would leave the Richard family with her mother and never go back.

Unfortunately, her mother could not live to see that day.

In her heart, her mother would always be her mother, but her father was dead in her heart on the night they went to the hospital.

Hatred sprouted in her young heart. From then on, she had a reason to keep going.

Her mother didn’t stay in the hospital for more than a week. When she left, she was calm and collected, leaving only a letter behind for Stella. The rest of the things were burned and nothing was left.

At first, she kept asking where her mother was and why she wasn’t coming back. Later, she knew that her mother would never come back. She ran to her mother’s bedroom alone packed up all the things left by her mother and dragged all the things into her bedroom.

She knew that if her mother would still talk to her, she would certainly tell her that she did not want her things to stay with David, so she wanted her mother’s things to stay with her.

Her mother didn’t have many things, only a few items of clothing, a few pieces of jewelry, and the diary she wrote when she was bored. Stella had looked through the dairy countless times, and some of the pages were even torn off. Later, when she married into the Kingston family, she buried the dairy under the cherry tree her mother had planted with her.

For so many years, she had never seen those things. Even her mother, that was the first time that she come to the cemetery since she returned to the country. To be honest, she was quite afraid.

Sometimes, she felt that her life was like a TV series where she had become a female lead surrounded by all the bloody plots. If this was in her life’s resume, no one would be able to match her.

After a while, Stella looked at her watch and found that several hours had passed.

"You see, I never stopped complaining to you. Unknowingly, so much time had passed. I still remember that every time I was bullied and wronged when I was a child, I would complain to you all night when I got home. Haha..."

As Stella thought about it, she couldn’t help laughing.

"Oh, I can’t talk to you anymore. I have to go to see Adrian. When he gets better, I will take her to see you. Adrian is good at telling jokes. You won’t be lonely with him around." Stella stood up, dusted the dust off her body, and bowed to the tombstone.

"Goodbye, Mom."

When Stella walked out of the cemetery, it was evident that she was in a much more cheerful mood.

To be honest, she felt enlightened, when she poured out the bitterness in her heart.

When she arrived at the hospital, Stella went to Adrian to have dinner with him as usual.

During this amount of time, When Adrian was in the hospital, he did not lose weight, but instead, become fatter. He was as white and plump as a steamed bun. All he did was sit in bed, playing games and watching cartoons, so of course, he would gain weight.

When Stella arrived at the hospital, the doctor also told her that Adrian had recovered very well and that the cast could be removed soon. Then, she should accompany him to walk more often. After a time being, the child’s walking ability would soon recover.

"Darling, you are here!"

"Yes, let’s eat first!" Stella had brought some dinner.

"Darling, Bad Uncle hasn’t returned as a child bride yet?"

"Er... Not yet... He will be back in a few days..." Stella wondered why the child still remembered the term ’child bride.’ "Ah, by the way, Adrian, your cast will be removed in two days. By then, I will have to walk more with you. Be obedient!"

"Ah? It’s so tiring to walk! Will it hurt?"

"You might not be used to it at the beginning. Just take your time. I think you are just too comfortable lying down. You don’t even want to walk. Look at you, haven’t you gotten fat for the past few days? When your legs are healed, go and lose weight immediately!"

"Ah? What? Darling, did I become fat? What should I do? Am I not handsome anymore?" Adrian’s nervous expression made Stella want to laugh.

"Well, if you continue to be lazy like this, you will surely become a little fatty. If you go on like this, no girl will like you. If you continue like this, Alia will not play with you anymore."

"Oh, my God!" Adrian looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"Even if Alia wants to play with you, with your current weight, it’s very likely that you won’t be able to catch up with her when playing hide and seek. At that time, you will still be laughed at by Alia and the other children. Are you willing for this to happen?" Stella asked with a smile.

"No, no, no, I don’t want to. I want to lose weight!!!!" Adrian stated firmly.

Stella also smiled and finished her dinner with Adrian.

After playing for a while, Stella put Adrian on the bed, ready to let him sleep well.

"Adrian go to sleep. I am going home."

"Yes, Darling. I also want to go home."

"Don’t worry. I have cleaned up your small room. I open the windows to let the sun in every day. I can guarantee that when you go home, it will be warm to lie under your quilt.