Love After Divorce
Chapter 411 Anything too extreme would not be good

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Anything too extreme would not be good

Soon, there was a mess. The police came downstairs with Mr. Clark.

When they saw Stella, they stopped in front of them.

"This man surnamed Clark not only stole things, but he is also taking drugs. We found a small amount of methamphetamine and ketamine under his bedside table. Maybe it was because he couldn’t pay for the huger expenditure of drugs, so he chose to steal things. However, he only just began to take drugs, so it shouldn’t be difficult for him to quit. It depends on whether he knows how to repent or not."

When she heard what the police said, Stella felt as if her brain had exploded, and she was completely stunned.

"What... Taking drugs? How could he take drugs?"

Stella said, "Mr. Clark, you are the most kind and honest neighbor here. How could you..."

"I am sorry." Mr. Clark said, but he refused to look up at Stella. "I will do my best to change."

"Miss Richard, we will handle this matter well." After that, the policeman left with Mr. Clark.

When he was brought into the police car, Mr. Clark looked back at the building where he had lived for a long time. There were many onlookers outside, all of whom were neighbors who used to take care of him and help him. He had received their kindness before, but now, he wanted to harm them.

When he was young and did something wrong, his mother would grab him and beat him. She wouldn’t stop until she sobered up, so he didn’t dare to make a mistake since he was a child.

As he grew up, he went to school. As long as he made a mistake, he would be punished by the teacher regardless of whether it was not memorizing the text or not completing the homework well. He would be forced to stand with a textbook and a glass of water on his head, and he did not dare to move under the scorching sun...

Later, when Mr. Clark became an adult, he was excluded and forced to rent a house. Everyone bullied him for being a kind and honest person.

Mr. Clark had been silent all this time. He had been tricked into taking drugs and did not resist. He did not know when he started...

He began to hate the world. He hated his mother’s cruelty. He hated his teacher’s ruthlessness. He hated the indifference of society. He slowly became distorted. In the end, he could only rely on drugs. He lost all his fortune and eventually had no choice but to steal.

Mr. Clark regretted it. If he found a proper job and worked hard, maybe he could buy his own house now and maybe he would fall in love with a very kind and gentle girl.

No matter how bad the world was to him, he could still survive in this world safely. Why did he turn out like this in the end?

Although the world did not give him a lot of tenderness, he could certainly support himself. There was no need to complain about the world.

Now, Mr. Clark regretted it. He didn’t know if God was willing to give him another chance.

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When Stella returned home, she felt that everything was surreal.

Mr. Calrk; It turned out to be Mr. Clark. It was so shocking.

She had never expected that the gentle and kind-hearted Mr. Clark would steal things and even take drugs. Was there anything in this world that could be trusted...

Stella thought of what RK had told her.

One should not be deceived by the pure and good appearance of things to see through to the true nature beneath the facade. The most important thing was that anything too extreme would not be good. Whether it was being too evil or too righteous, they were all on the edge of hell.

Stella understood now. It was like being on a seesaw. The closer one was to either of the two ends, although one would overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum, the possibility of falling at the same time would be greater. There were always pros and cons to everything.

Just like Mr. Clark, the more kind and fragile he was, the easier it was to be controlled by evil thoughts.

In the end, he changed when no one else realized it. Everyone thought that he was as gentle and harmless as before, but to be honest, he had completely changed.

Extremism was often connected to another form of extremism.

Stella felt that it was better to be your true self. Although you might not be too glamorous and beautiful, as long as you were satisfied, as long as you were still the pure and kind person you were in the beginning, everything in the world be beautiful.

After what had happened to Mr. Clark, RK refused to let Stella sleep in her own house. He packed up her luggage, pulled it with him, and walked out with her.

"Hey... RK, what are you doing?"

Stella was confused by him.

"It’s too dangerous here. You can’t stay here any longer. Hurry up and tidy up. Follow me back to the RK Mansion. You haven’t been back for so long and Mrs. Cassidy misses you."

As he spoke, RK casually tidied up the things in the living room. "Forget it. Don’t clean it up. I will get someone to move everything in a while."

"Hey, no way. I am already an adult. Can’t I protect myself?"

Stella said helplessly.

"If you can protect yourself well, how did a thief break in yesterday? When you were asleep, you were like a pig. It would be strange if you had consciousness." RK’s face was full of disdain.

"I... I... I was sick."

"Being sick doesn’t explain the fact that you sleep like the dead. You slept like this six years ago. Six years later, you are still like this."

RK had a look of disbelief on his face. As he spoke, he dragged her luggage out forcefully.

Stella had no choice but to follow him.