Before going to bed, Stella received Sherry’s message.

She told Stella that Daniel didn’t do the DNA test.

Hence, Stella knew there was only one possibility.

She put down her phone and lay on the bed with her eyes opened, lost in thought.

Clarence asked, “Are you sleepless?”

Stella returned to her senses. “Not really. I just can’t understand something.”

Clarence wrapped around her waist. “If you can’t understand it, just stop thinking. When it’s time, you’ll have the answer naturally.”

“But...”

“It’s quite late now. Go to sleep.”

Stella hummed to answer obediently. However, she was still sleepless.

Clarence had expected that. He patted her back gently.

Probably, his silent comfort had worked, or she was exhausted. Anyways, Stella soon felt sleepy.

The following morning, before the alarm clock rang, she heard some noises.

Stella opened her eyes in a daze and asked in a sleepy tone, “Why do you get up so early today?”

Clarence tied his necktie, walked to the bed, bent over, and pecked on her forehead. “I’ll attend a bidding meeting today. It’s still early. You can sleep in a bit.”

Stella hummed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pecked on his lips. “Wish you good luck.”

Clarence curled up his lips into a smile, rubbing her hair. “Go back to sleep.”

Soon, Stella heard the door close.

She turned, ready to go back to sleep.

However, she couldn’t fall asleep at all. The longer she lay there, the more sobered she became.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed.

After breakfast, she heated the herbal soup with a pot. Standing next to the stove, Stella was lost in thought.

She couldn’t understand why Emmett had done it.

If it was because he targeted Clarence earlier, she could understand. However, for Chan...

Right then, the herbal soup was boiled. There was steam.

Stella returned to her senses all of a sudden. She turned off the gas and pulled a piece of kitchen tissue to wipe off the water on the stove.

Recently, she had been used to drinking herbal soup without vomiting. It was like drinking water to her now.

When she arrived at her studio, as soon as Stella sat down, an employee sent her the bills and receipts of the previous day.

Sherry wasn’t in the studio in the past few days, so Stella was in charge of them.

After checking the numbers, it was noon.

Stella stretched, ready to go for lunch. There were a few knocks on the office door.copy right hot novel pub