Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 71: Chapter 71
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In the dead of night, Stella began to take action. To her relief, everything went smoothly along the way. She stumbled outside, spotted a cab, and scrambled in without hesitation.
She asked the driver to take her to Hayes residence. After all, all her belongings were there.
The driver kept glancing back at her with concern. He said, "Miss, you don't look well at all. You should go back to the hospital."
Stella was barely hanging on. She replied, "If I go back in there, I'll die. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?"
The driver had heard rumors about the hospital. He wasn't sure whether they were true or false, but he couldn't risk pushing Stella into a dangerous situation. He said, "Alright then, I will take you."
When they arrived at the Hayes residence, Stella said weakly, "I'm sorry, I don't have any cash on me right now. Could I get your phone number? I'll transfer the money to you later."
The driver paused, then shook his head. He said, "Forget it. You look like you've had a rough time. I won't charge you today." With that, he turned the car around and drove off.
Stella memorized his license plate number.
A maid hurried out as soon as she heard the sound. She asked, "Ms. Stella Hayes, what brings you back?"
"From now on, I'm staying right here at home. I'm not going anywhere," Stella declared, her tone resolute.
The maid flinched under Stella's piercing gaze, not daring to speak.
"Remember, keep it quiet. I don't want to disturb their sleep," Stella said softly but firmly.
"Understood," the maid replied. Exhausted, she went straight to bed.
Stella barely made it back to her room, every bit of strength she had completely used up along the way. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed and was out the moment her head hit the pillow.
Early the next morning, still groggy, Stella was awakened by the loud, insistent knocking on the door.
Outside the door, Eleanor snapped, "What on earth are you all doing? Stella must have come home very late last night. She's never one to oversleep. Why are you pounding on her door like that? Can't you just let her rest a while longer?"
Fiona explained with a saccharine smile, "Mom, you know Stella was in a car accident and hasn't fully recovered. Since she discharged herself, naturally, we must take her back to the hospital."
Eleanor said firmly, "Now that she's back, whether she's fully recovered or not, she doesn't want to stay in that hospital. She'll recuperate right here at home."
Andrew said, "But, Mom, our home isn't equipped to handle her condition. And if something were to happen while she's still technically an inpatient, the hospital would be on the hook for that."
Eleanor demanded, "Then go and get her discharged."
Fiona tried to say something more, but Eleanor cut her off.
Eleanor declared firmly, "That's final. Now go and get it done, and don't disturb Stella any further."
Fiona and Andrew exchanged helpless glances, both at a complete loss for words.
Eleanor stood firmly at Stella's door, shielding her from any disturbance.
Tears streamed down Stella's face. She thought, 'If Grandma weren't in this world, I wouldn't have made it this far.'
"Grandma," Stella called out.
Eleanor said softly, "Stella, is that you? Damn them for waking you up. Get some rest, dear. I'm here. No one will bother you anymore."
"Grandma, come in," Stella rasped, her voice weak and pleading.
Eleanor was about to enter when Stella suddenly realized she'd locked the door. She struggled to unlock the door for Eleanor.
The moment Eleanor saw Stella, her heart sank in shock. She exclaimed, "Good heavens, Stella, what on earth happened to you?"
Stella's face had always been pale, but now she looked so ghostly that anyone would have believed she was a ghost.
Eleanor had insisted on seeing Stella no matter what, but others kept telling her that Stella was still in the ICU and promised to take her there once Stella was transferred out. So she didn't know that Stella's situation was so serious.
Eleanor said with heartache, "What on earth had happened? I thought things would get better once you came home, but it's just been one thing after another since you returned."
"Grandma," Stella whispered.
She asked the driver to take her to Hayes residence. After all, all her belongings were there.
The driver kept glancing back at her with concern. He said, "Miss, you don't look well at all. You should go back to the hospital."
Stella was barely hanging on. She replied, "If I go back in there, I'll die. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?"
The driver had heard rumors about the hospital. He wasn't sure whether they were true or false, but he couldn't risk pushing Stella into a dangerous situation. He said, "Alright then, I will take you."
When they arrived at the Hayes residence, Stella said weakly, "I'm sorry, I don't have any cash on me right now. Could I get your phone number? I'll transfer the money to you later."
The driver paused, then shook his head. He said, "Forget it. You look like you've had a rough time. I won't charge you today." With that, he turned the car around and drove off.
Stella memorized his license plate number.
A maid hurried out as soon as she heard the sound. She asked, "Ms. Stella Hayes, what brings you back?"
"From now on, I'm staying right here at home. I'm not going anywhere," Stella declared, her tone resolute.
The maid flinched under Stella's piercing gaze, not daring to speak.
"Remember, keep it quiet. I don't want to disturb their sleep," Stella said softly but firmly.
"Understood," the maid replied. Exhausted, she went straight to bed.
Stella barely made it back to her room, every bit of strength she had completely used up along the way. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed and was out the moment her head hit the pillow.
Early the next morning, still groggy, Stella was awakened by the loud, insistent knocking on the door.
Outside the door, Eleanor snapped, "What on earth are you all doing? Stella must have come home very late last night. She's never one to oversleep. Why are you pounding on her door like that? Can't you just let her rest a while longer?"
Fiona explained with a saccharine smile, "Mom, you know Stella was in a car accident and hasn't fully recovered. Since she discharged herself, naturally, we must take her back to the hospital."
Eleanor said firmly, "Now that she's back, whether she's fully recovered or not, she doesn't want to stay in that hospital. She'll recuperate right here at home."
Andrew said, "But, Mom, our home isn't equipped to handle her condition. And if something were to happen while she's still technically an inpatient, the hospital would be on the hook for that."
Eleanor demanded, "Then go and get her discharged."
Fiona tried to say something more, but Eleanor cut her off.
Eleanor declared firmly, "That's final. Now go and get it done, and don't disturb Stella any further."
Fiona and Andrew exchanged helpless glances, both at a complete loss for words.
Eleanor stood firmly at Stella's door, shielding her from any disturbance.
Tears streamed down Stella's face. She thought, 'If Grandma weren't in this world, I wouldn't have made it this far.'
"Grandma," Stella called out.
Eleanor said softly, "Stella, is that you? Damn them for waking you up. Get some rest, dear. I'm here. No one will bother you anymore."
"Grandma, come in," Stella rasped, her voice weak and pleading.
Eleanor was about to enter when Stella suddenly realized she'd locked the door. She struggled to unlock the door for Eleanor.
The moment Eleanor saw Stella, her heart sank in shock. She exclaimed, "Good heavens, Stella, what on earth happened to you?"
Stella's face had always been pale, but now she looked so ghostly that anyone would have believed she was a ghost.
Eleanor had insisted on seeing Stella no matter what, but others kept telling her that Stella was still in the ICU and promised to take her there once Stella was transferred out. So she didn't know that Stella's situation was so serious.
Eleanor said with heartache, "What on earth had happened? I thought things would get better once you came home, but it's just been one thing after another since you returned."
"Grandma," Stella whispered.
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