Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 951

Clarence was taking a bath in the evening, and Stella had just drunk milk and was preparing for bed when the doorbell rang.

She walked over to open the door and was surprised to see Donald standing outside, "It's so late. Why are you here?"

"Where is Clarence?"

"He's in the shower. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I came by to see you guys."

Stella was speechless.

She smiled and turned sideways, "Come in."

Stella went to pour him a glass of water. Donald sat on the sofa and saw nothing of children there, so he asked, "Where is your son?"

"In the next room. He's already asleep."

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Stella sat opposite and looked at the band-aid on the corner of his forehead, "What happened to your head?"

Donald touched it, "Nothing. I accidentally bumped it."

At this time, Clarence came out of the bathroom, glanced at Donald and approached, "What are you doing here?"

Stella yawned lightly, for she was a bit sleepy, "You guys can talk. I'll go to bed first."

Clarence's voice was low. "Okay."

After Stella went to her bedroom, Donald immediately complained, "What the hell were you thinking? Ask only two people to catch Harris?"

Clarence sat opposite with his legs crossed, "So?"

Donald frowned, "Harris has already struck out at Daphne once, which means he's been eyeing her for many days. She's in a hazardous situation now."

"Since you're so worried about her, why did you come to me? Shouldn't you stay by her side?"

Donald was instantly tongue-tied.

Clarence got up. "Want me to drive you?"

Donald said nothing.

He got up and said, "Two people are not enough. You know how cruel Harris is if something happens to Daphne…."

Donald immediately shut up with Clarence's glance.

Back to the bedroom, seeing Stella still sitting on the bed, Clarence said, "Still up?"

Stella put down the sketchbook. "Has Donald left?"

"Yes."

"He came for Daphne, right?"

Clarence sat next to her in silence.

Stella smiled, "So you didn't tell him the truth."

Since they wanted to catch Harris, how could they only send two people?

Those two were explicitly protecting her safety.

If she had guessed correctly, Vincent had already led people and planted them in the places where Daphne would often go.

Clarence pinched her nose. "Quite clever."

"Alright, get to bed. You have to go to the hospital tomorrow to get a dressing change."

Lying on the bed, Clarence put his hand over her slightly bulging belly and whispered, "When will we feel it?"

"It's still a while away. Four or five months. Maybe five or six months later."

"Soon."

Stella gently held his hand. "Yes. It was only a month or two left."

Once this winter was over, the baby would be born when spring came.

"Have you thought of a name yet?"

Stella shook her head, "I don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet. We'll see when it's born."

After a pause, Stella added, "Or I leave it to you. You'll think of something better than me."

Clarence laughed soundlessly, "So modest?"

"I'm showing respect. I'll take my time thinking about it if you refuse."

Clarence pulled her into his arms with his jaw resting against her forehead, "Whatever the name is, I want you to be safe and sound and stay by my side forever."

"That's unlikely."

"Why?"

Stella whispered, "Children will have their own lives when they grow up, and sooner or later, they will leave us, so the only one who can stay by your side forever is me."

Clarence raised his eyebrows and hugged her tightly, "Having you is enough."

...

When Donald returned home, he went straight into his study. Today, he found some details similar to the several lawsuits he had participated in before, so he went to the bookshelf to look for information.

The shelf was full of cases that he had handled over the years.

He was looking through the information he wanted, one by one, when his fingers suddenly stopped.

Henry Aldrich.

He pulled the file out.

Even though almost ten years had passed and his memory was vague, the name was deeply engraved in his mind.

Donald sat at his desk, flipping through the file as if a door of memory had opened wide.

Henry Aldrich was a company's treasurer, honest and sincere, treating everyone with kindness and a smile.

However, no one expected that such a person would be accused of having an affair with his boss's wife and embezzling tens of millions of dollars of public money.

Most of his colleagues and neighbors cursed the family when the news came out, saying they had never expected him to be such a hypocritical and hateful person.

After the incident, Henry begged for help everywhere and tried every possible way. Still, he was not robust and wealthy, and even all the lawyers he sought were bribed by the company's owner just after he left.

At that time, Henry was at his wits' end. What was waiting for him was not only a colossal debt but also a prison sentence.

He had the idea of asking for death.

It was when he was about to commit suicide that he met Donald.

Donald had just graduated from university and had taken on several cases, all of which he had won beautifully.

After learning about Henry's situation, he took on the case despite the advice of his predecessors at the law firm.

It turned out that Donald's choice was correct. Henry was innocent, and the one who accused him was the company owner's wife. She had come up with the idea of finding a scapegoat because the company owner had embezzled public money.

The honest and unsupported Henry became their first choice.

Donald remembered that Henry seemed to have a daughter, who always wore a school uniform and looked at him from afar with hostile and wary eyes when he was investigating for evidence.

She felt as if he was like those lawyers who took the money and would eliminate the evidence collected.

Later, the lawsuit was won, and this little girl, standing in front of him, put away the hostility and wariness in her eyes and was full of gratitude.

She said, "Thank you. You are different from all of them."

Donald smiled indifferently and invited her. "Are you hungry? I will treat you to dinner."