Unable to bear witness to Stella’s anguish any longer, Miley gently extracted the phone from her grasp. “Let it go for now. Don’t delve into Flossie’s affairs just yet. I’m sure she’ll explain everything in due time.”
Seeing Stella’s rare moment of vulnerability, Miley’s sympathy deepened. She helped Stella to her feet, urging, “First, change out of this dress. You can’t keep wearing this. And when Matthew awakens, he wouldn’t want to see you in such distress.”
At the mention of Matthew’s name, Stella’s eyes twitched slightly, finally responding to Miley’s words.
Miley guided her to the adjacent ward, where Fernando had left a set of clothes for Stella. Since Matthew’s injury, strict measures were put in place to safeguard against potential threats, confining access to the entire floor solely to medical personnel.
As Stella shed the wedding gown, the sight of bloodstains provoked a pang of anguish within her. She shut her eyes tightly, endeavoring to suppress the bitterness that threatened to consume her.
“Stella?” Miley’s gentle rap on the door conveyed her concern, fearing the worst for Stella’s well-being.
Stella emerged from the room, her red and swollen eyes betraying her silent anguish.
Miley, ever attentive, noticed her condition immediately. Her gaze fell upon Stella’s reddened knee, likely the result of an unnoticed accident.
With a resigned sigh, Miley guided her onward.
Meanwhile, Neville conversed with the bodyguards; their exchange concluded, and Miley approached Neville, conveying Stella’s injury.
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“Stella hurt her knee. Can you fetch some ointment from Cordell and bring back dinner?”
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Neville nodded promptly, hastening to fulfill the task.
Shortly after, Cordell arrived personally with the ointment.
Seated on a bench in the corridor, Stella remained eerily still, her demeanor resembling that of a lifeless figure.
Miley, armed with the ointment, expressed her gratitude to Cordell before turning her attention to Stella’s injury.
With gentle hands, she applied the ointment to Stella’s reddened knee and shin, mindful of any signs of discomfort. Yet, Stella remained unresponsive throughout the process.
Witnessing Stella in such a state stirred a deep sense of compassion within Miley. She offered solace through her silent presence, a comforting embrace amidst the palpable sorrow.
Half an hour passed, and Neville returned with the meal.
Miley set up the food box and utensils, urging Stella to eat. “You need to eat something to keep your strength up. You can’t afford to collapse before Matthew wakes up.”
With a heavy heart, Stella bowed her head, setting the food aside.
She shook her head wearily, her voice strained and tired as she replied, “I’m not hungry. You go ahead and eat.”
Undeterred, Miley insisted, placing the utensils back into her grasp.
“You’re the pillar of the entire Clark family now. If you falter, the elders will be left without support,” she reasoned.
Reluctantly, Stella conceded and began to eat, spurred by Miley’s words.