CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 105: SHE CHOSE HIS GREAT LOVE

Stella Grant’s hand gripping the knife handle was steady, her eyes flickering with a reckless determination.

"Senior brother, you know that as long as I want to do something, no one can stop me." Her voice was not loud, but each word was clear, carrying an air of determined destruction, "I know what kind of injury can make a person die the fastest. If you don’t want me to die here, let me go."

Andy Lockwood was completely panicked. He looked at the shallow red mark on her neck pressed out by the blade, and his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

"Fine! Fine! I’ll let you go! I won’t force you!" He quickly raised his hands to show he posed no threat, "Stella, put down the knife! Please, put it down first!"

Stella’s gaze remained cold and unwavering, "Have Cindy bring me Reagent No. 13."

"Okay! Okay! I’ll have her bring it over right away!"

Andy immediately picked up the internal phone and gave an order, his voice trembling.

In no time, Cindy Chandler hurriedly walked in with a small medical cooler, her face turning pale with the sight in the office.

Inside the box, a vial of purple-red reagent emitted a faint cool glow, precisely Reagent No. 13.

"Senior Sister! What’s wrong? Be careful, don’t hurt yourself!" Cindy cried out with worry, her voice almost breaking into tears.

Stella didn’t look at her, her gaze dead-set on Andy. She reached out and took the cooler box.

Then, she slowly backed away step by step until she reached the door, then turned abruptly and rushed out.

Andy slumped on the sofa, his face turning a dreadful shade of blue, the veins on his temple throbbing.

His anger burned, "Have someone keep an eye on her! Tomorrow, no matter what, she must be brought back!"

Cindy nodded swiftly and hurriedly walked out as well.

Stella almost ran out of Lockwood Tower.

Her steps were quick and hurried, her high heels making a tapping sound on the ground, exuding a sense of frantic escape.

She quickly hailed a taxi and jumped in, "Driver, to The Sovereign Estate, please hurry!"

As the car drove off, she was still uneasy, frequently glancing back, holding a silver metal cooler box tightly in her arms. The reagent inside was too important; she was even afraid Andy might chase after her to snatch it back.

At the entrance of Lockwood Tower, two bodyguards in black suits rushed out, seemingly about to get into a car to follow her.

Suddenly, a figure walked over unhurriedly.

It was a woman in a sleek black leather jacket, accentuating her tall figure, with a high ponytail tied up, slicing a cool arc through the air as she moved.

With just a few punches and kicks, the action was so fast that only afterimages remained.

The two bodyguards, who were aggressive just moments ago, lay motionless on the ground, like two piles of mud.

The woman didn’t even spare them a glance, her figure disappearing around the street corner.

She was Seraphina Lockwood—Aiden Fordham had sent her to protect Stella as a shadow!

The car steadily stopped at the entrance of The Sovereign Estate. Stella paid the fare and quickly walked in.

As she stepped onto this familiar ground, the tension that had been building inside her gradually began to release.

She walked along the familiar path paved with cobblestones.

The air carried a faint floral fragrance, and as she turned through a moon gate, the view before her opened up.

In front of her appeared the fragrant and pure white Coregarde.

Stella’s steps halted suddenly, she froze in place, her eyes widening slightly.

This Coregarde...

Wasn’t it burned to the ground by him? He replanted it?

Moreover, it was more beautiful and thoughtfully tended than before.

The flawless white lilies swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a soothing fragrance.

On both sides of the flower bed were two enormous fan-shaped carved wooden trellises, artistically arranged with flowers of various colors and species, all planted in hand-painted pots with exquisite patterns.

Vivid purples, delicate pinks, bright yellows, and even that rare violet within...

Each pot bearing signs of valuable, costly species.

Toward Corinne Kensington, he truly is... emotionally devoted!

Stella’s eyes instantly turned cold. Her chest felt congested, like something was blocking it.

"Ma’am, you have returned."

The butler had already jogged over at some point, standing respectfully beside her, his voice cautious.

"The young master is in the bedroom."

Stella gathered her thoughts and handed the cooler box she had been holding to him.

"Please, put this in the cold storage immediately," her voice was void of emotion, "Watch over it personally, no one is allowed to approach, understood?"

"Yes, ma’am." The butler carefully took the heavy cooler box, nodded solemnly, and then quickly turned away.

Stella took a deep breath and slowly, step by step, started walking toward the main house.

The rich fragrance of lilies penetrated her senses.

Clearly, it was a scent she once loved the most, yet at this moment, it made her eyes sting, as if she wanted to cry.

She had walked this road countless times, each time carrying delight and anticipation.

But this time, each step was like walking on burning coals.

The sharp pain shot from her soles to her heart, endlessly, relentlessly.

In her mind, no longer was there once-overpowering love.

Replaced by a deep-seated hatred for him.

Memories surfaced of him expressing love to Corinne Kensington, his deep affection on display as pink petals danced in the air, beautiful yet piercing.

Surfaced was his face, intent on defending Helen Warren, ready to go against the world, cold and ruthless; and then his eyes burning red, fiercely questioning her if she leaked company data, like a demon’s ferocity...

Scene after scene, instance upon instance.

Unintentionally, the hatred between them had accumulated so much, so deeply... deep enough to almost swallow her whole.

Suddenly, her steps halted, unable to move forward an inch, this man... she hated him so!

She felt like all her strength was drained instantaneously, unable to even stand.

Slowly, she crouched down, her hands crossed, resting weakly on her forehead, her eyes reddening uncontrollably, with a burning tingling sensation rushing to her nose.

Just as she was about to be drowned by overwhelming despair and hatred, another scene forcibly intruded into her mind: it was Butler Fletcher’s vegetable garden.

In the dawn, Aiden Fordham watched the elderly couple supporting each other, looking at that thriving vegetable patch.

She asked him, "Do you want to save him?"

He answered, "Yes, but I’m not God, medicine has its limits, even God N cannot save everyone."

She asked again, "If you were God N, what would you do?"

He answered resolutely, "Open the formula! Select qualified pharmaceutical factories, authorize production. Let all eligible hospitals participate in clinical trials. Save as many as possible!"

Those words echoed clearly in her ears, one by one.

Stella slowly looked up, forcing back the moisture in her eyes.

Yes!

That was his love for humanity.

Little D... Little D was his hope and love for every family struggling in illness in this world.

This love should not be halted due to Stella Grant’s personal grudges and entanglements.

She took a deep breath, as if something held up what was almost crushing her.

She stood up again and continued walking towards the direction of the main house.

She opened the door to the master bedroom, finding it dark inside, only a sliver of light spilling through the pale blue curtains by the balcony.

She saw it, the figure sitting against the wall, head buried...