Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157Chapter 1158
Weston seemed to be deaf to Ben‘s advice. He quietly watched as the blood from his wrist slowly
dripped into the ancient copper basin.
The thick blood and copper color formed a strong contrast that looked strikingly beautiful. However, it
was just too weird.
Ben had to bite the bullet. He stood in front of Weston and tried to stop his madness. “Mr. Ford, you can‘t
go on like this. You‘ll faint from bloodloss...”
Weston ignored him. He focused his attention on the priest and asked him, “Is this enough?”
The priest wiped his sweat and nodded slightly. He said, “ Whether she can come to your dream or not is
still an uncertainty. If your feelings aren‘t sincere enough...”
Weston suddenly cut him off coldly, “Did you deceive me?”
The priest frowned. “Everything in heaven and earth is about destiny. If you‘re not fated, no matter how
you push it, you won‘t have it. I’ve told you from the beginning. You‘re pushing it now. If you must have
the result, I can‘t help you.”
Ben understood immediately. The priest was just a liar. He made Weston do this and that, but nothing
worked in the end.
Ben told Weston, “Mr. Ford, don‘t go on like this. Mrs. Ford has been gone for three years. She‘s not
coming back anymore. Accept the fact...”
At the end of his sentence, Ben sensed the cold air around him. Weston‘s eyes were as cold as a layer of thick frost. For the first time in years, Ben mentioned Stella in
front of him.
Weston remained silent. Then, he made another cut on his palm with the knife.
As the thick drops of blood splashed down, Weston asked in a hoarse voice, “Is this enough?”
At this point, he no longer believed what others said. The saying that using the soul of the dead to bring
back the dead was ridiculous. Weston knew in his heart that it was impossible.
In desperation , Weston turned to make dreams, hoping to see Stella in them. Even so, the results were
not satisfactory.
Weston had trouble sleeping for the past three years. His insomnia was very serious.
He had been to many doctors, but all of them said it was because of the trauma in his heart.
Ben had watched Weston grow colder and colder over the past three years. There was nothing he could
do about it. After Stella‘s departure, no one could convince him to change his mind.
Ford Corporation grew blossomed over the years, gaining an international reputation that surpassed
many major international brands.
Weston did all these at the age of thirty. It would be his thirtieth birthday in two days.
Ben sighed at Weston‘s cold, lonely figure, not knowing what to do.
It was a cold morning. Weston stayed up all night. He stood on the balcony, looking at the stars outside
the window.
It was late into the summer. Although the days would see rainy showers, the nights were a little warm. Joan went home three years ago, saying she had to take care of someone.
Weston knew it was just an excuse. After Stella‘s death, Joan did not want to stay anymore. Weston
gave her a large sum of money and let her go. After all, Joan was the one who had taken care of Stella
well. He wanted to treat her as well as possible.
Weston lived in Stardust Mansion alone. When he was not working, he would stay at home and
occasionally clean the house.
The place was full of memories of his life with Stella. It was just a few years, but the memories of her
shadows lingered everywhere. Weston thought his feelings would fade with time. However, it seemed
like his memories of Stella became deeper as time passed.