Chapter 245
Chapter 245: It was fine not to talk about this, but Kelly grew a bit anxious when Stella mentioned it.
After all, everyone knew what RK was capable of.
If something went wrong, not only would Steven be in a difficult situation, but Stella might also not be able to avoid trouble.
Kelly thought for a moment and said, Well, its up to you, but what I said about Mr.
Kingston still stands! He didnt marry you, right? So why should he care about you? What right does he have to control you? If he wants that power, he should marry you first, Stella! Stellas face turned red when she heard Kellys words.
If Kelly knew that Stella was already married to RK… she couldnt even imagine what would happen.
But since there might be a divorce between them soon, Stella decided not to mention it.
After all, they would part ways in the future.
It was better to let others think there had never been a real relationship between her and RK to begin with.
Stella, cant you at least go out and have fun during your summer vacation? Kelly asked.
By the way, hows your foot? Yesterday, I saw you fall off the horse, and your ankle was so swollen.
Is it better now? Stella felt a bit awkward.
Not only was her ankle not better, but it was even worse! Stella braced herself and replied, Uh… its a little better than yesterday… They had been discussing Sophias bullying earlier, but if Stella told Kelly that Sophia had attacked her foot with a bag, Kelly might not be able to control herself.
Shed likely storm straight to Sophias house for a confrontation.
Kelly was that type of friendalways ready to stand up for her.
More stories at g????lnov????????????․????????m In the past, Sophia had found ways to bully Stella, even at school.
Since Tristan was around at home, Sophia couldnt do much there, but she found ways to harass Stella outside.
They had been in the same school, though in different grades.
Sophia, being older, was in a senior class while Stella was in a junior class.
But every time Sophia tried to cause trouble, Kelly, with her cleverness and strong friendships in their school, would always step in to protect Stella.
She never hesitated to stand up to Sophias bullying.
And now, if Kelly knew that Sophia had bullied Stella again, shed definitely rush over to defend her.
Oh, its good to hear that youre feeling better, Kelly said, clearly believing Stellas fib.
But its all my fault for yesterday.
If I hadnt suggested riding your horse, none of this would have happened.
Dont be mad at me, Stella.
Kellys voice softened with guilt.
She was worried about Stella being stuck in the RK mansion.
Now that her foot was injured, Stella couldnt even leave the house, and even simple tasks were difficult.
The more Kelly thought about it, the more concerned she became.
You know what, Stella? Im not doing anything at home either.
Its still summer vacation, and I could come over to the RK mansion and help you out for a couple of days! I could take care of you, and we could keep each other company.
Itd be better than having just the servants around! Kelly suggested enthusiastically.
Stella glanced at her swollen foot.
If Kelly came and saw how much worse her foot was, shed definitely get suspicious.
Stella quickly said, No need, really! Im fine at home.
You dont need to go through the trouble of coming all the way here! Trouble? Its no trouble at all! Dont be so polite, Kelly insisted.
Weve been friends for so many years.
Now that youre hurt, of course I have to come check on you! Besides, if I hadnt been so reckless yesterday, you wouldnt have gotten hurt.
Its all because of me! Stella was speechless.
Just wait for me at the RK mansion.
Ill be there soon! As Kelly spoke, Stella could hear the sounds of her packing on the other end of the phone.
Stellas heart tightened in panic.
Yesterday, shortly after Kelly had arrived, RK had suddenly come home… If Kelly came today and RK showed up again… Stella didnt want to experience that awkwardness all over again.
No, Kelly, dont come! I heard from the servants that RK will be back soon! Stella hurriedly tried to stop her friend.
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