Chapter 1285: Stella's Question

Alfonso felt that Stella was a little strange these days, and her face was fine, but she watched it get more and more uncomfortable day by day, and every time she finished eating, she quickly left the restaurant, and everything was fine when facing people, but Stella, who was so lively in the past and couldn't stay in the house at all, locked herself in the house all day, and the door was locked to prevent anyone from entering, even he couldn't get in, and he didn't know what Stella was doing.

But in fact, Stella's situation is much more serious than Alfonso's.

She rushed into the bathroom and vomited out everything she had just eaten, she didn't know why, since she woke up, she had such a problem of not being able to eat, it was okay to eat a little, if she ate a little more, it would be a fierce pain, and she would be sick to her stomach. She didn't want anyone to worry, so she resisted herself.

Stella propped one hand on the mirror, staring at her face, and suddenly covered her eyes, red eyes, even if the blood turned red, but the eyes could not be changed.

"I know...... I'm not my mom's child, but I'm not...... Why am I Adler's child? The enemy's child...... It's good for anything, no matter whose child it's good, but why...... It's going to be Adler's child......" Stella said, tears streaming down her eyes.

Stella was holding a book, and I don't know where to find it, it was about the Battle of Ales in modern times.

She found Adler's name and the full condemnation of Adler, even though the author had already told the truth very, very pertinently.

The cause and effect have been very clear, what role Adler played in the palace of Ales in the past and how he framed Moro to be put on the death row, no one told her these things, and Moro never mentioned it once. Mom suffered too much alone, but she never said it, but the more she did, the more guilty she felt.

She wouldn't dream of a name she'd never heard of for no reason, it was so real that she knew it wasn't a dream at all.

She used to be an impetuous child, and she rarely sat quietly and read a book like this, but this time she read every word carefully. She already knew the original appearance of the battle of Ales, and she had never cared about Morro's past at all, but when she saw how Adler framed Moro for being tortured to death, her hand that had been holding the cup suddenly burst the cup in her hand, and the fragments pierced her hand, and she didn't know the pain.

The pain in the heart is much worse than the pain in the hand.

I didn't feel anything in my hands, but my heart hurt as if it had been abused a thousand times, like an ice pick piercing into my chest, painful and icy, cold.

Why be so nice to me, why should that woman be so nice to you, why be so nice to me? What are you doing so well to me, the offspring of people like me should be thrown into the slums, I should be exchanged with Eve, what are you doing to me better than your own daughter, for eighteen years, all the requirements are met, all the coquettish willfulness is accepted as ordered, why bother? Even if you don't want to let me go, why do you have to keep me by your side? How good is it to throw it to someone else? Out of sight and out of mind?

She clutched the broken porcelain of the cup, clenched into a fist, her stomach stirred and ached, and she only felt that she deserved it.

"Stella! Stella! It took a long time for Moro to scream before Stella came to her senses.

"What's wrong? What happened to the hands? The door was locked, and the maids were driven out, what's wrong? As Morrow approached, Stella threw the book on the floor of the closed desk and looked back at Morrow.

"What's wrong? Why did you hurt your hand? Why so careless? Moro felt that something was not right, and when he came in, he saw that Stella had blood all over her hands and her face was not good.

Gasping for air, Moro looked at the bloody flesh on Stella's little hands, and his heart was distressed, if this child had been crying before, crying all over the palace of Ales, Stella looked up at Moro mechanically, and quickly pulled a laugh, but he couldn't speak.

Something is wrong with this kid.

"I'm not allowed to sit still, I'll go get some medicine, little fool." Moro frowned, feeling that something was wrong with Stella but didn't say anything, this child had always been pampered, and he would cry out in pain at the slightest pain, but now he didn't say a word.

Moro frowned, skillfully bled and dispensed the medicine and then went back with the tray, and found Stella sitting in place, not crying or screaming, but her expression was different from usual.

"How? How did a good cup break? Why so careless? "Morlo, as usual, blamed her for not being careful.

"Accidentally...... I'm fine. Stella whispered.

Accidental? I'm fine? This is by no means the tone that Stella should have, she used to cry and say that this cup is so good, her hands hurt so much, and now she hasn't even shouted that it hurts?

Mo Luo took the tweezers and carefully picked out the broken porcelain piece in his hand, "It hurts a little, call it out if it hurts." ”

Stella nodded, staring at Morro's serious appearance, picking up the broken porcelain piece inside with tweezers, blowing on the wound, carefully applying ointment to the wound, and then tying the bandage carefully.

From beginning to end, Stella didn't make a sound, just stared at Morrow's face, as if Moro was not holding his own hand, and it didn't hurt at all.

Mo Luo pushed her a cup of blood, "Drink it first, you see how much blood you have shed, you are not allowed to be so careless in the future, so that Mom and Dad and Bozzi are so distressed." ”

Stella picked up the cup and stared at the thick crimson liquid inside, the blood was still cold, human blood was usually hot, but it was warm, "This is your blood?" ”

Moro was stunned for a moment, Stella was rarely injured, but Moro always felt sorry for her, afraid that her wound would heal slowly, afraid that she would hurt, and feeding her blood for small injuries, so that the wound would heal faster and suffer less, better than anything else.

"What's wrong?" Morrow avoided talking.

Stella shook her head and continued, "With your blood, will it be fine if you drink it quickly?" ”

Moro was puzzled and didn't speak.

"Don't use it next time, it's so wasteful, it's so fast, your blood is such a precious thing, you won't have to give me these injuries and it will be fine." Stella whispered.

Stella had never said such a thing before.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't waste it, you're good, what's a little blood, you're your mother's baby, even if your mother gives you all the blood, your mother doesn't feel distressed." Moro finally couldn't help it.

"Do you think it's worth it?" Stella continued, her voice faint, but with a slight tremor at the end.

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