Love after divorce - Chapter 318

Chapter 318:

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“No… How can you even ask this? Don’t you know best what I do every day? You even know how many sheets of toilet paper I use in the bathroom. Wouldn’t you know if I hooked up with a doctor?” Stella argued shamelessly.

RK thought about it and realized that that was indeed the case, so he didn’t pursue the matter further. He took out the breakfast from the side and started to eat with Stella.

The next day and the day after, Stella received the same bouquet. There was a card in the flowers, and there was only one sentence on each card: “Wishing you a speedy recovery!”

Who is it? Why didn’t she know that she had such a loyal fan? It was strange. It was very strange…

RK felt that something was wrong, but he didn’t say anything. He thought he had to look more carefully; however, he still didn’t find anything.

A few days later, Stella dreamed of her mother.

She dreamed that the night before her mother’s death, she and her father had been staying by her mother’s side, but her mother had been worried about the divorce agreement and insisted on a divorce from her father.

At that time, Stella only felt that her mother was a strong and unequivocal woman. She didn’t know what unspeakable things had happened, but she guessed that her mother knew all this in heaven. Maybe she also regretted her divorce from her father.

She dreamed that after her mother’s death, she moved back to her home in silence. Once, it was her birthday, but she did not dare to say anything. She went to the kitchen to get a candle and lit it. She placed it in front of the window and prayed silently in the night, “God, let me leave this home.”

Then, she heard a sound outside the door and quickly blew out the candle in front of the window.

As soon as David opened the door, he saw Stella blowing out the candle in a hurry. At that moment, he felt as if his heart had been twisted by a knife. That was his daughter. How could she secretly light a candle for herself on her birthday? He hadn’t even given her a birthday cake. Was he still a qualified father?

“Stella, haven’t you slept? Today is your birthday, and I bought you a birthday present. There is a candle here too. Why don’t we light it and you can make a wish?” As he spoke, David took out a little doll from behind him. It was the only gift Stella had ever received from him in so many years.

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The father and daughter lit the candle silently and sat in front of the window, making a wish. That was the happiest birthday Stella had ever had since her mother’s death. Although Isabella found the doll later and confiscated it, Stella was still satisfied—very satisfied.

At that time, she knew that someone still remembered her and that she was not the poor Stella whom no one cared about.

When Stella got up in the morning, her face was still streaked with tears, and her eyes were swollen. RK laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

“RK, get your car ready. I want to go out today. I want to see my mom.”

RK felt that Stella might have dreamed of her mother. There was nothing he could do. She wanted to see her mother, and as a gentleman, he couldn’t refuse her, so he went to pick up the car and the wheelchair.

RK pushed Stella to the graveyard. As soon as they walked to Stella’s mother’s tombstone, he was startled by the bouquet of hyacinth flowers.

A bouquet of hyacinths was placed in front of her mother’s tombstone. The flowers were still fresh, and it seemed that they had just been placed there.

“Who is it?” Stella could certainly feel that the person who sent the flowers to her was the same person who came to the cemetery to see her mother that day. However, she was not sure who that person was. Was her uncle? Did he come back? If he came back, why didn’t he come to see her? Instead, he used this method to greet them.

Stella felt more and more that her life was like a wonderful drama. What kind of director could film such a drama? What kind of screenwriter could write such a magical story? Stella felt that she was an actress at the mercy of others. She was tired and didn’t want to act anymore. She wanted to finish the show as soon as possible.

“Why are there hyacinths again?” RK was also very curious. Who was that person? Why did that person send that message so many times? What did they mean? Why did that person keep sending hyacinths?

“Hyacinths were my mother’s favorite flowers when she was alive, and there were always some at home,” Stella explained. “The person seems to be begging my mother. I guess he is very likely to be my uncle!”

“Uncle? Do you have an uncle? How come I didn’t know?” RK asked, intrigued. He had taken care of her grandmother for so many years, but not only had he not seen Stella’s uncle, but he had also never heard her grandmother mention that she had a son. How could Stella suddenly have an uncle?

It seemed that the matter about her uncle was another big secret. RK wondered if he knew too much. Would he be in danger for knowing too much?

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