Chapter 995
Stella looked at Mason, whose face was filled with worry.
She smiled. "It's okay."
Mason was confused. "What's okay?"
"I mean, even if what you said happens, it's okay," Stella said, leaning forward with her hands on her knees, looking at Mason gently. "I have my career, and I'm great at making money!"
Mason blinked. "Isn't Father Alexander taking care of you?"
"Who said that?"
"I heard it from a volunteer who stayed in the same room with you."
The church didn't just accommodate volunteers; some believers were also allowed to stay temporarily.
The last time Stella came, she stayed in a large room with some believers and volunteers. Back then, she even had many visitors from time to time.
Stella was very beautiful, naturally attracting a lot of attention. The volunteers loved to gather and chat in private.
Mason overheard some believers talking while he was sweeping the floor on the evening after the day Stella and Alexander went to North Alabama.
The believers said that Stella, in her early thirties, still looked like she was in her twenties, claiming that she married a good man and lived a comfortable life in a wealthy family, so time was kind to her.
"Alexander's money is indeed with me, but I was already a financially independent and wealthy woman before I met him!" Stella answered proudly, then patted her head. "And Alexander is not one of those suspicious men."
Mason showed no expression. He had heard such words too many times.
Stella seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled helplessly. "Forget it; you wouldn't understand. Just know that I'm very good at making money!"
"Being good at making money is even more dangerous!" said Mason.
He suddenly thought of something, clenched his right fist, and pounded his palm hard. His anxious look was quite adorable.
Stella asked, "What's wrong now?"
"Sometime last summer, the church held a ceremony for a woman. It was said that she was too wealthy, or maybe her family was, that her husband coveted her money. One thing led to another, and it ended in a tragedy!" Mason said.
Stella fell silent. She thought the church environment was simple, never expecting such things to happen.
"Forget it, let's have breakfast first!" Stella felt that if the conversation prolonged, Mason would only keep imagining more unfortunate endings for her.
"Okay," Mason responded.
As they walked to the church cafeteria, Mason seemed worried that Stella might be upset. He said, "Stella, you know I wish you well."
"Of course, I know!" Stella quickly responded, "Don't worry; I would never think badly of you! We're good friends, aren't we?"
Mason immediately brightened up and went with Stella to get breakfast.
"Mason, why are you so late today? The donuts are almost gone!" a volunteer serving food waved at Mason.
Mason usually had a stern face, but today, he was visibly delighted. He followed Stella like a little tail, telling her what was delicious.
"Mason, are you trying to turn me into a pig?" Stella knew her appetite, and once she had enough, she stopped taking more.
"I'm just worried you don't eat enough!" Mason said, though he didn't seem down at all.
They found a corner to sit and had breakfast. Mason had excellent table etiquette and was silent the entire meal. However, his feet were happily swinging under the table.
Stella secretly took a photo of him and sent it to the group chat with Fiona and Thalassa.
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