Chapter 1228

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Stella remained flustered and was silent for a long time, even after the Cohens were gone.
Seeing this, Jason sighed, patted her shoulder, and assured her, “Don’t worry. I know Warren well. He
won’t be kind to them.”
Having been in decline in the past few years, the Cohens had perhaps gotten a lot more naive now.
They assumed that Warren would value the close ties between the two families enough to help them
when they came to him.
But the truth was that ever since he learned of the affair between Guinevere and Chris Ford, Warren
was so enraged that whatever respect he had for the Cohens completely dissipated. From then
onwards, apart from attending their funerals, he never once wanted a part in anything that involved the
Cohens.
But the Cohens were desperate and had nowhere else to go, so they had no choice but to beg for
Warren’s help.
Unsurprisingly, they were blocked at the mansion gate and were not even allowed to step foot inside.
Warren Ford had no desire to see them. In fact, he had been sick in bed most of the time these past
few years.
Because of what happened three years ago, he still had not reconciled with Weston. The only person
he would see now was Xavier Ford, who would come to visit every once in a while.
Sometimes, even a proud old man like Warren Ford would feel some sense of remorse. He regretted not respecting Weston’s opinions back then. All he cared about then was how to eliminate
Stella.
But it was too late to regret it now.
Warren had not bothered himself with anything that had been happening outside the gates of his house
these days, so he was completely oblivious to all the commotion.
When he heard that Mr. and Mrs. Cohen had been kneeling outside the gate, waiting to see him, he
merely waved his hand and said, “Let them kneel.”
To his surprise, the old couple kneeled for the whole afternoon. In the end, Warren had no choice then
but to let them in.
As soon as they got inside, they dropped down to their knees again and begged, “Please, Uncle!
Please save our daughter…”
“Guinevere?” Warren frowned. “Wasn’t she sent to the sanitarium three years ago?”
The Cohens made no objections in these three years, so
why did they come here to beg him for help all of a sudden?
“What exactly is going on?” Warren asked, turning to his butler, who was by his side.
The butler leaned down close to his ear and informed him of all that had transpired in the past few
days.
“She’s back?!” Warren’s brows shot up. “But wasn’t she
The butler continued to explain. Warren pressed his temples hard, looking as if he found it all too much
to take in. “So she’s still alive…”
He failed to describe what he was feeling when he learned the truth. It just felt as if a heavy weight was
finally lifted off of his chest. 1
Back then, he wished for nothing more than her death, yet right now, he really hoped that the rumors
about her
return were true.
Pressing his chest, he looked at the Cohens and impatiently told them, “This is all your daughter’s
doing, so why are you here begging for my help? You should’ve raised her better, so she’d have never
committed such an outrageous crime!”
His first reaction after learning that Guinevere murdered Zachary Ford was utter shock. But then he
thought about
what she was willing to do these past few years, and he did not find it all that hard to believe anymore.
Back then, it never occurred to him to suspect Guinevere because she was Zachary’s very own mother.
He just could not believe that a mother would be so cruel as to kill her own child, which was why he
was quickly convinced that Stella was the culprit, then tried to eliminate her without any hesitation.
“No matter what,” he said, “Zachary was still a Ford family member… Even if he was the result of Chris
and Guinevere’s filthy affair, he was still my flesh and blood. Since Guinevere was the one who killed
him, there is no way that you can expect to get the Ford family’s forgiveness now! If she weren’t
mentally ill, I would’ve sent her to prison a long time ago!”
“You can’t do that, Uncle!” “Have you forgotten about your close ties to my parents?”
“That’s right, and Gwen is in trouble now. You can’t just stand aside and do nothing when she is about
to die…”
“It looks like Weston is determined to have her sentenced
to death!”
Hearing that Weston had already made his moves,
Warren sat on his carved wooden chair in a daze. After a long silence, he sighed and waved his hand,
saying, There’s no point begging me for help now. Once Weston sets out to do something, no one can
stop him.”