Stella and Jasper went to have breakfast together.
She bought some french toasts and a bottle of orange juice. After thinking for a while, she added a few pieces of pancakes and a small bowl of mushroom soup into her order.
"Why are you buying so much?" Jasper asked puzzledly.
"Your mother may still be there. We can't buy it for Bettany and not for your mother," Stella Grace said softly.
Jasper Milton looked at her tenderly.
"You really are a gentle, considerate and generous person. Sadly, my mother is just prejudiced against you. Otherwise, you two would have gotten along quite well," he sighed.
"It's the will of the heavens. It doesn't matter. I'll do what I must. It's her business whether she accepts it or not. Let's go, or the breakfast will be cold." Stella walked out of the door first.
Jasper drove.
Along the way, she was nervous.
She followed him to the door of the ward.
