One could never judge a person's character. You might think that you know a person, but you'd never know what was going in their minds. That was why people tend to speculate, hurt, and test others.
Stella Grace could feel the coldness in Frederick's voice through the phone.
She believed that everyone should bear responsibility for their actions. There would always be a reckoning. It was just a matter of time.
Wilson Chuck only had himself to blame.
"I'm sleepy. Good night, Frederick," Stella whispered.
"You haven't said anything nice yet," Frederick Addington reminded her.
"What do you want to hear? Thank you for giving me an extraordinary life? Or thank you for loving me to bits? Ha!" Stella chuckled.
The sarcasm and blame in her voice was profound.
Before Frederick could reply, she hung up, turned off her phone and placed it on the table.
She felt dizzy and closed her eyes without turning off the lights.
