Stella's POV:
That night, Missy showed up.
She must have known that if she didn't come to see me, I would go looking for her.
She walked in carrying expensive gifts and fruit, her eyes darting around nervously.
I asked Vicky to leave.
She nodded, stepped out, and closed the door, leaving just the two of us.
Missy placed the items on the bedside table, then suddenly grabbed my hand and burst into tears.
Seeing her like this, I immediately understood.
It wasn't her fault, but she knew what had happened.
"I'm so sorry, Stella! I'm really sorry..." she kept apologizing, crying uncontrollably.
I stayed expressionless, staring at her coldly, letting her hold my hand and cry.
When her sobs finally started to fade, she began to explain between hiccups, "Stella, I had no better choice. B
