Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 907

The basement was very quiet. Although Nathan's voice was not loud, there was a faint echo back.

Stella turned around, and looked at Clarence.

He should have heard it.

But Clarence's expression did not change. After putting all the things in, he closed the trunk, took the mobile phone from Stella, and said lightly, "Got it."

After that, he hung up the call.

Clarence said to Stella, "Get in the car, let's go back."

After leaving the basement, a strong chill came in.

Clarence raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car and asked her, "Cold?"

Stella sat in the passenger seat, holding the seat belt with both hands, and shook her head gently. "No, I'm fine."

There was a traffic jam on their way back. The light from the traffic lights was particularly lively in the quiet night.

The passing streets were filled with hurried footsteps.

Everyone was rushing to their home.

Only the car was very quiet.

After a while, Stella said, "Don't you want to visit him?"

Clarence looked out of the window and said lightly, "No, I won't."

Stella was silent for a moment before saying, "Because of me?"

"No, dear." Clarence explained, "I rescued him from Conrad's Mansion was because that I want to deal with Justin. And that's all."

Stella pursed her lips and smiled. She said slowly, "In fact, I quite understand this feeling. At first, I thought that when Jeffrey died in prison, although I hated him to the core, I still took his ashes. I saw him for the last time and watched his unbearable life end with my own eyes."

At that time, she did not know that Jeffrey Radomil was not her biological father.

That feeling was hard to describe.

She didn't know whether Clarence should go or not, but she could feel that if he didn't go tonight, that would be something that he would never be able to calm down, with his whole life.

Though he hated Dempsey Conrad so much.

Clarence held the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

After a while, Stella said with ease, "Take me there. I want to bid farewell to him ."

The corner of Clarence's mouth twitched, as he looked at her.

Stella said, "Well, go ahead. If you don't go, we will think about it all night. We won't be able to sleep, and we will feel more relieved about what happened in the past."

After a long while, Clarence said in a low voice, "Okay..."

Dempsey was arranged in a private villa by Clarence, and there were many people guarding inside and outside.

When Stella and Clarence went in, Archer had taken off the needle on the back of Dempsey's hand. The whole room was extremely quiet.

Dempsey was lying on the bed, with half of her turbid eyes open. His eyes were sunken and the face was pale. He was no longer in high spirits and looked dignified without anger.

His mouth kept moving as if was saying something, but his voice was too low and chaotic to be heard clearly.

Stella was stunned to view him like this.

Although she knew that Dempsey was dying, she did not expect to watch this...

Clarence pulled her behind him to block her sight.

Archer wiped his hands while looking at them, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Clarence looked at the infusion bottle he took off, "How long will it take?"

Archer glanced at the person on the bed and said, "It's almost near the time. He's holding on for the last breath. I guess he's waiting for you."