Chapter 414 Nothing to Do with Me
Stella had lost the arrogance she had shown a few days ago when facing Diana. Now, she seemed cautious and hesitant.
"Charles, between us..."
"Stella, everything that needed to be said has already been said. I gave you a chance. Don't think I don't know about the White family's little schemes behind my back."
Charles cut her off coldly, his face expressionless as he looked at her tear-filled eyes.
Stella couldn't hold back her tears any longer. They streamed down her face and fell to the floor.
She took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. "I know. I'm here to apologize, nothing more. It was wrong of me to push her into the water. I was just so angry at the time."
"You're an adult. You should be responsible for your actions."
Charles' eyes flashed with impatience, showing no reaction to her words.
Stella wiped her tears and lowered her head to calm herself.
She wanted to ask if he would be this heartless if it were Diana standing here instead.
After a moment, she moved her lips and spoke, "I should be responsible for my actions. Now, the White Group's stock is plummeting, and the media is all over our breakup. They're all mocking me, laughing at me. But..."
Stella became more agitated as she spoke, the online criticism she had faced twisting painfully in her heart.
Their breakup had caused quite a stir.
Before this, Stella had been in the entertainment industry. Although she was popular, many believed her fame was built on resources rather than talent.
As Charles' fiancée, she had landed many roles, and the industry bigwigs treated her like a queen.
After all, who would dare offend Charles' girlfriend?
Because of this, their breakup, coupled with the White Group's financial troubles, had given her long-time rivals the perfect opportunity to strike. They hoped she would leave the industry altogether.
Now, the online narrative had shifted from their breakup to questioning Stella's character.
Netizens analyzed their relationship timeline and public appearances, uncovering how much protection and gifts Stella had received. Her career seemed to be built on a mountain of money and resources, making anyone envious.
Now, with their breakup, Stella didn't dare show her face, and Charles let the online speculation run wild.
People speculated that the breakup was due to some fundamental issue Stella had caused, leading to their sudden split just before the wedding.
"I gave you the best years of my life. So, can you forgive me for the sake of our time together?"
Stella's eyes were filled with complex emotions. This was probably her last card to play, but it sounded weak and unconvincing.
Charles' gaze fell on her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
She wasn't wrong. Stella had been 24 when she started dating Charles. They had been together for four years, and now she was 28.
For a woman, it could be said that she had spent the best years of her youth on this relationship.
Stella clutched the hem of her shirt, and when he didn't respond for a long time, her tears fell even harder.
"Go apologize to her."
Charles suddenly spoke, his tone commanding and leaving no room for argument.
Stella's body swayed. His words meant that this was the way to earn his forgiveness.
She bit her lip, thinking of that woman's face, and felt a surge of anger.
But for the sake of the White family, she clenched her fists and nodded in humiliation.
"Okay."
Hearing this, Charles stepped aside, giving her a clear path.
Stella put on a mask and followed him with her head down.
After taking a few steps, she spoke softly, "Charles, your injuries haven't healed yet. There's so much being said outside, but..."
"Stella!"
Before she could finish, Charles interrupted her sharply, "My matters have nothing to do with you. Know your place."
Stella's body trembled. Even though she couldn't see Charles' expression, she could imagine the coldness in his eyes.
She bit her lower lip. "I was just concerned..."
"Not needed." He cut her off again, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Stella lowered her eyelashes, tears welling up in her eyes. They stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway.
Charles didn't want to hear any more from her. He quickened his pace and opened one of the hospital room doors.
Watching the door close, Stella tried to suppress her sobs. "I shouldn't have meddled."
She wiped her tears, composed herself, and tried to look less disheveled before knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Inside the room, Charles was sitting by the bed, holding a knife and an apple, seemingly peeling it.
As the patient, Diana looked confused. She didn't understand why Charles had gone to take a call and returned like this.
Could he even peel an apple properly? It looked like he was taking out his frustration on it, nearly peeling it down to the core.
Just as Diana was about to speak, Stella suddenly appeared in the room.
The two women exchanged glances, seeing a multitude of emotions in each other's eyes.
As they remained silent, Charles spoke up, "Are you here to stand in the corner?"
Before Diana could react, Stella suddenly bowed deeply. If her hair were blades, Diana might have been sliced in half.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wipere."
Her voice was muffled as she kept her head down. "When you came to my house last time, it was my fault that you had an unpleasant experience. I'm truly sorry. I realize my mistake and hope you can forgive me."
The formal tone of the apology left Diana puzzled. She didn't rush to respond but instead tugged on Charles' arm.
"What's the meaning of this? You brought her here?"
Charles looked up, his tone flat. "I didn't bring her. It's clear she's here to apologize to you. Whether you forgive her or not is your choice."
With that, he went back to peeling the apple in silence.
Diana pursed her lips, feeling frustrated.
If Stella didn't have that connection with Charles, she could face this more calmly.
But Stella had just broken off her engagement with Charles and was now here to apologize. It couldn't be that simple.
This might even be tied to the fate of the White Group. Charles had done things like this many times before.
"I don't want to talk to her. What does this have to do with me?"
Diana frowned and tugged on Charles' arm again, this time taking the knife and apple from him, her tone unfriendly.
Seeing this, Stella spoke softly, "Ms. Wipere, do you think I'm not worthy of talking to you? Or do you think my attitude isn't sincere enough? Do you want me to kneel? I can do that too."
With that, she bent her knees, ready to kneel.
Diana raised her voice, "Don't move!"
When Stella stopped, Diana continued, "I only said one thing from the beginning. Don't twist my words."
Her tone was calm, sounding like an outsider.
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