After Evelyn was gone, Dolores asked Stella in low voice, “Did you two fight again?”

Stella couldn’t utter a word for a moment.

Was it so obvious?

Her mouth corners twitched, but she couldn’t tell Dolores why they got into a fight. She could lie calmly, “Not really. He might not be in a good mood.”

Dolores heaved a sigh. She could understand, “My son is like this since he was a child. He always has a cold look.”

Stella didn’t speak. Fair enough.

Dolores added, “Okay. Let’s leave him in peace. Time for dinner.”

Shortly after, Clarence came out after changing his clothes. He still looked cold and annoyed as if he was a debtor who failed to get his money.

It was fine when Stella hadn’t known that Clarence was Ms. Anderson’s son. Now, since she had known it, Stella felt quite awkward when having meals with them. She also thought herself an outsider, and she wouldn’t get involved in between them either.

During dinner, Stella carefully studied both. Probably because of their characters, Ms. Anderson and Clarence got along very naturally, without too much concern or the strangeness and indifference of their first encounter not long ago.

In Stella’s opinion, this way was quite good.

She could hardly remember what her mother looked like. She didn’t only forget her mother’s appearance, but also forgot the details when she got along with her mother completely.

If one day, Jeffrey would tell her that she was an orphan and he picked her up from the street, she would believe that.

Recalling her father, Stella was lost in her thought.

Since that night, she didn’t think about her father deliberately, just treating him as a dead person. Probably he had taken the money and gone far away to live a carefree life.

If possible, she hoped that she wouldn’t receive any news from him for the rest of her life.

After dinner, Dolores went into the kitchen to do dishes. When Stella was about to go upstairs, Clarence grabbed her wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Going to bed. Or what? Having a drink?”

He frowned unhappily, “Are you truly a pig? You’ve slept for a whole day. How can you fall asleep again?”

Stella looked at him calmly, “Mr. Conrad, what can I do for you?”

Clarence stood up and answered flatly, “Have a walk with me.”

“I’ve been walking with you on the street countless times in recent days. Mr. Conrad, why don’t you take a walk alone. Please excuse me...”

“Yes or no?”

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