The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1236

"Let's talk about it tonight when we meet," Stella said, not wanting to discuss it in the hospital hallway.

Neville didn't press the issue. "Alright."

After setting a time and place, Stella went back into the room. Harold wasn't talking to Joshua; instead, he was perched on his chair as if on pins and needles, nervously looking around. Joshua was propped up against his pillows, absorbed in a game on his phone. The sounds of digital carnage filled the air as he appeared to be in the middle of a critical battle, his face an emotionless mask as he methodically eliminated his opponents like a soulless reaper.

Stella was surprised. In all the time she had been looking after him, she'd seen him on his phone constantly but had rarely seen him play games. Whenever she'd asked, he'd said he was just catching up on news and celebrity gossip. She had assumed he was avoiding games because the exertion might aggravate his gunshot wound.

She turned to Harold. "Aren't you playing with him?"

Harold gave an awkward laugh. "Uh… I'm not really a big fan of video games."

The last thing he wanted was to get annihilated in a game. Joshua usually turned to virtual slaughter to blow off steam when he was in a bad mood.

Stella, unaware of this, asked him, "Harold, do you have any plans later?"

"Not really. Do you need help with something, Ms. Cameron?"

"I have to go out for dinner with a friend," Stella explained. "I should be back before eight. Would you be able to stay here with Joshua for a while?"

Harold instinctively glanced at Joshua, who seemed not to have heard a thing, his eyes still glued to his game. Seeing no objection, Harold smiled and agreed. "Of course, no problem."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Don't mention it, Ms. Cameron."

As she settled into her chair, she asked, "Neville, is there really nothing that can be done for your grandmother's illness? Have you asked Mr. Burton?"

"I have," Neville replied. "Mr. Burton even flew to Aetheria himself. There's nothing more to be done."

After they ordered, their conversation turned to recent events. Neville looked at Stella, his dark eyes deep and thoughtful. "Star, you must have heard about Lerman Manor being destroyed and the cargo being stolen, right?"

"Yes," Stella said calmly. "I was the one who took Leonard's cargo."

Neville didn't look surprised. In fact, a faint smile played on his lips. "I thought it might be you, Star." He wore a look that said, *I knew it*. "And those rumors spreading like wildfire… that was your doing too, wasn't it?"

"I just gave the Eder family a little nudge in the wrong direction," she said. "There wasn't any concrete evidence. They lost their shipment and needed someone to blame. They'd never admit it was their own fault, and by pinning it on someone else, they might even be able to extort some compensation."