Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Every time Stella had that nightmare, a faceless child would be standing in front of her, trembling.

She would try to get a better look at the child, but the thick, white fog would surround them.

The moment she reached out her hand to touch the child, the entire scene would disappear in a puff of smoke.

When the fog cleared, what she would see next would be the last thing she wished to see.

It was that dreadful scene that would shatter her heart into a million pieces.

“You have one choice between the two.

Who do you choose?” “I choose Gwen… She’s afraid of heights.” Each word pierced into her heart like a real knife, tormenting her with excruciating pain, even though she was actually dreaming.

The scene changed.

Suddenly, she was lying on the street.

Her lower body was covered in blood.

Her child was slowly flowing out of her body.

Meanwhile, not so far away, two shadowy figures were in a sweet embrace, mockingly trampling her and her baby’s misery and tragedy… Stella sat up abruptly on her bed.

She was sweating profusely, so much that the nightshirt clung to her back, soaking wet.

Roger still stood outside her door, simply refusing to leave.

The last thing she wanted was for her brother to see her in this state.

“I really am fine, Roger,” she assured him as she groggily ran her fingers through her hair.” Go back to bed! I need to be up early for work!” she croaked.

Her voice was frail and a little hoarse.

Roger gripped the door handle tightly.

He hesitated for quite a while but eventually gave up and let out a helpless sigh.

“Fine…” he muttered.

“Get a good rest, okay, sis?” “Okay.” Stella sighed in relief when she heard Roger’s receding footsteps.

Although they could both live comfortably off Weston’s money, Stella still thought it best to get a job.

At the very least, having a career to focus on would distract her from her harrowing, heart-wrenching past.

Every once in a while, she would come across a mother-and-baby store or bump into a mother holding her child’s hand on the street, stopping her dead in her tracks.

She really did like children a lot… Yet because of her congenital medical condition, she could probably only ever have one child her whole life… The dispenser water overflowed from Stella’s cup onto the floor.

“Look out!” shouted a concerned voice.

“That’s hot water! You’ll scald your hand!” It was Yvonne, her voice snapping Stella back to the present.

Only then did she sense a sharp pain on the back of her hand.

“Sorry…” she mumbled as she quickly recoiled her hand.

Yvonne hastily pulled out a tissue paper and wiped Stella’s hand.

“You’re lucky it’s not boiling!” she gasped, “or you’ll have a serious burn on your hand!” Initially from Fern City, Yvonne’s father was a renowned doctor there.

In fact, her entire family has always lived in Fern City, and she had only started a training institution in Ahn City because her husband worked there.