Chapter 1278 The Truth I Don't Know

Lorenzo was stunned for a moment, what does this kid know? In fact, Stella was taken to Egypt in his sleep, and then fell into a coma again, in fact, even if it was processed into a dream, it was no problem, but what did this child know? And even if it is processed into a dream, there are still loopholes, and Stella is a smart kid, and he has not come up with a foolproof solution until now.

Lorenzo put her on the bed, "I always thought Stella was very smart, how could she not tell the difference between dream and reality?" I've been told you since I was a child, dreams are dreams, do you remember the nightmares you had before? ”

A flash of astonishment flashed in Stella's eyes, "Dad, then I'm really not your own, why are you still so good to me?" You don't seem to be so nice to Eve either. ”

"Nonsense, you know I'm good to you, then don't make me and my mother sad, grow up well, be happy every day, don't think so much." Lorenzo smiled, "It's a dream that is serious, then it's not good for you in the future, anyway, you don't have Moro first and Pozzi second in your heart, I don't know where to go?" Don't you think so? ”

Hearing this, Stella's eyes suddenly turned red, and then pressed back again, Stella shook her head desperately, and buried her head in Lorenzo, "No, no, Dad has the most special position in my heart, the most important position, a position that no one else can replace, and Mom can't compare with you." ”

Moro was outside the door, feeling that this sentence was very strange, Alfonso saw the dark cloud on Moro's face, "Mother, you are because ...... Stella said you weren't as important as your father and got angry? Moro shook his head, "Naturally not, where am I so childish." Moro continued to shake his head, "Stella is a child who has not gone through any twists and turns, we protect her very well, I think it is strange what Stella said, because Stella is not our own, but why does Lorenzo have such an important place in her heart...... I can't say why, but I don't think it'......."

Alfonso tilted his head slightly and continued to listen to what was being said, perhaps there was something special about Moro standing in his mother's place, but he couldn't feel it.

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, a little happy, "Oh? Why? ”

"It's a secret." Stella whispered.

"Can't I know?" Lorenzo looked at her quirky look.

"I don't want you to know this secret, but maybe you'll know it later." Stella laughed, but somehow, Stella was as lively and clingy as ever, but Lorenzo felt that there was something else wrong. The child's mind doesn't know what's going on.

"Alright then, tell me when you want to." Lorenzo breathed a sigh of relief but didn't sense anything wrong with Stella, and touched her head, "Now let's rest." ”

Alfonso glanced at Moro outside the door, pushed the door open, and entered.

Alfonso walked in at this time, with a large number of people behind him and set up a whole small table of delicious food, "It's all what you like to eat, this is what I made, and I made it every day waiting for you." ”

Lorenzo nodded, and walked out, the child had finally come back completely, but he couldn't rest yet, and the child didn't know where to hide, and he had to find it.

Moro watched from afar, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Or are you worried? Moro nodded reluctantly, "I just don't know if I can hide it from Stella." Lorenzo sighed, "It's coaxed now, and I don't know yet." "Okay, Eve, please." Moro raised his head and met Lorenzo's eyes.

Lorenzo couldn't help but touch her head, "I'm starting to talk stupid again, let's see Stella rest sooner, and wait for me and Eve to come back." ”

Stella was unscrupulously coquettish in front of Alfonso, it was rare for another girl to be so likable, sweet but not too greasy, Stella ate happily, and Moro didn't forget to tell him not to eat too happily, and held on.

"You eat this!" Stella smiled beautifully and happily, not wanting to be recovering from a serious illness at all.

"Pozzi, have I been sleeping all the time?" Stella pursed her lips, not forgetting to feed Alfonso, but she hadn't eaten much.

"yes, you've been sleeping." Alfonso laughed, she was fine, unscathed.

"How many days have I been asleep?" Stella asked, pretending not to care, as she ate. "Wow, I seem to have slept for a long time, this is delicious, it looks like I haven't eaten it for a long time."

"Didn't sleep long, two or three days?" Alfonso said casually.

"Two days or three days?" Stella asked, tilting her head.

"Hmm...... Three days. Alfonso scratched his head, "It won't be long since your father brought you back." ”

"Bring me back? I've not been in the palace all the time. Stella forced a smile and doubts pressed into her eyes.

Alfonso knew that he didn't say it well, so he quickly lied, "It seems that something went wrong halfway, so my father seems to have taken you out." ”

Stella nodded, thoughtful.

"Eh, what time is it today?" Stella asked casually.

"Hmm...... It's the thirteenth today, and you're almost having a birthday in a few days, and I'm ready for the gifts. Alfonso counted with his fingers.

Stella's face was not particularly good, nodded, Alfonso didn't know what was wrong with Stella, Alfonso sat next to her, Stella hugged him and scratched his nose, "I didn't dream of you...... But I miss you so much. ”

Alfonso was a little itchy by Stella, grabbed her restless hand, and kissed it gently, "Me too......"

Stella didn't respond to him, not pestering him like she used to, "Pozzi, can you leave me alone...... Stay for a while. ”

Stella asked someone to remove everything, and then rushed to the bathroom and vomited everything she had just eaten, in fact, she looked at eating a lot, but in fact everything only moved a little, she stared at the red eyes in the mirror, a small face was pale and bloodless, the eyes were all red bloodshots, and her whole eyes turned red and terrible.

She rushed out of the bathroom, walked over to the table and picked up a notebook, a diary, which she didn't write about often, but she wrote that day, because Lorenzo said she was going to operate on her, and she wanted to remember it, but Alfonso said she had only slept for three days, and it was obviously an empty day in between.

It dawned on her that the notebook fell from her hand to the ground.

It's not a dream.

Everything is true.