Chapter 497, Stella
Stella held her breath and ran forward. She turned a corner and lay down in the corner, staring with bated breath. Only when she was sure that Lucas had not caught up with her did she feel relieved. She stepped back step by step, and accidentally slipped, and fell into a room with an unlocked door.
"Ah!" Stella fell to the ground and subconsciously apologized quickly: "Sorry! I'm a foreigner!"
[Drip—Drip—]
Stara listened to the sound of the instruments in the room, looked up and saw a white-haired old man lying unconscious on the hospital bed.
The medical equipment connected nearby made rhythmic sounds.
[Drip—Drip—]
Directly above the bed hangs a large oil painting.
Stella recognized at a glance that the girl in the oil painting, who was being held in the old man's arms and smiling brightly, was herself.
"Hiss..." Starla suddenly felt a slight pain in her head. She raised her hand and gently pressed her solar plexus.
Vague and hazy memories come to mind.
It was as if there was a layer of fog between them, and she couldn't see clearly, but she could hear a lot of laughter.
Those who couldn't see her face surrounded her and called her... Stella (Italian: Star).
Stella walked towards the old man step by step, her eyes fell on the old man's face, and then looked up at the oil painting.
The old man looked much older than in the painting. His skin was like dead wood, and the veins on his hands were like winding mountains, with wrinkles clearly engraved on them.
An old scar across the back of the old man's hand brought Starla back to her senses and she shuddered.
The man in front of me... is a real mafia boss!
What are you thinking about?!
She shook her head vigorously, turned around and wanted to leave, but she heard the old man's voice coming, so weak, like the infinite sadness after going through so many hardships, which made people sad.
Starla didn't understand what he was saying, but she instinctively felt that he was calling her.
She looked at the old man's face and saw that his eyes were closed tightly, with tears flowing quietly under his sparse eyelashes.
"May the Star God bless me." After all, Stara couldn't leave like this. This person might be her relative, and he might be missing her when she didn't know.
Stella took a deep breath and quietly placed her hand on the back of the old man's hand: "Stella."
Starla didn't know what to do, so she hummed a little nursery rhyme to the old man.
Although she didn't know whether the old man could understand it, when she was sick as a child, her brother Damian would always stay by her bedside, hold her hand, and sing this nursery rhyme to her.
“The Star God blessed the human world and took away all suffering.
Children, don't cry, look at the stars twinkling.
Warriors, take up our swords and defend our homes.
Princess, please guide those who are lost.
The world needs stars.
Stars are the guides of the sea, the medals of the sky, and the most precious treasures of the gods.
The star god blesses the world and leaves all hope behind.
Children, don't cry, look at the stars and they are singing.
The Star God blesses the world."
Listening to Stella's singing, the old man's frown slowly relaxed, his face became peaceful, and he seemed to feel much better.
"May the Star God bless you." Stella patted the old man's hand twice, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around carefully and left on tiptoe.
The old man, who was originally sleeping, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Stella's back, and smiled with relief.
His Stella, the most precious star of the Wilson family, is finally back.
The old man raised his hand with great effort, his fingertips pointing in the direction of Stella's back. The blood oxygen meter on his index finger trembled, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
After Stella left, he looked up at the ceiling for a long time before pressing the bedside bell.
On the other side, Starla just left the room and walked quickly outside. She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she ran all the way into the sunlight.
Not far away, she saw Zhong Yangyang and Li Xiaoxiao looking for the next suitable shooting location. Kong Zhishan was sitting on a white chair reading a book. There seemed to be other people next to them. She didn't know if they were servants of the Wilson family or temporary staff.
As long as she could see her sisters, Starla felt at ease.
She lifted up her skirt and trotted over, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentleness of the wind blowing on her face.
She waited until she ran over and was about to call out when she discovered that not only Zhong Yangyang and Li Xiaoxiao were there, but also Lucas Wilson, who had his back to her!
Her throat tightened, and Stella felt that she had lost the strength to run in an instant. Her panicked eyes fell on Lucas's elegant and handsome face.
"I heard you're from Xing'ertang." Lucas looked at Stella, raised his eyebrows, and said in Chinese, "That should be a beautiful place, right?"
Starla took a breath and felt dizzy from the sun, which was a little scary. Her head was buzzing and her eyes were black, white, and black again.
What did she say yesterday?
She should have died last night at the happiest moment of her life!
Damn!
Why didn’t she die last night!
"Stella, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Yangyang noticed that something was wrong with Stella and came to her side immediately.
"I, I'm a foreigner..." Stella looked at Zhong Yangyang, hoping she could understand her hint.
Zhong Yangyang blinked, looked at Stella, and then looked at Lucas.
"Miss Zhong should have mentioned just now that everyone in your group can speak Chinese." Lucas raised the corner of his lips and looked at Stella: "Then this maid should also speak Chinese, right?"
His eyes were sharp, as if they contained hooks.
"Yes." Zhong Yangyang clearly felt that Stella beside her was a little nervous. She turned her beautiful eyes and continued, "Didn't Mr. Wilson hear it just now?"
"She's a foreigner?" Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You think you can speak Chinese if you only know that?"
"Just tell me if this is Chinese!" Zhong Yangyang's brain raced, trying to make amends: "In China, knowing this phrase can avoid at least 98% of the trouble."
Lucas's eyes wandered between Zhong Yangyang and Stella, as if trying to guess the credibility of these words.
"That's right." Chu Xiaoxiao said, smoothing things over. "Most Chinese people would immediately understand the limitations of communication after hearing her say that, and there wouldn't be any further issues."
"There are very few people in China who are as persistent as you, Mr. Wilson." Kong Zhishan half warned and half threatened in Italian: "I advise you not to have any ideas about her. My sister is very possessive and doesn't like others coveting her.
Even if she's just her maid.
Understand? "
Lucas choked, clenched his fists at his side, and looked closely at Stella's face again, trying to find traces of her childhood.
At this time, another servant came hurriedly and reported: "The bell in the master's room rang."
Hearing the sound, Lucas reluctantly withdrew his gaze and hurried towards the house.
Nowadays, grandpa’s health is the top priority for the entire Wilson family.
As for the little maid...
As long as she is still in the Wilson family, he will always find a way to find out.
Stella, the most precious star of the Wilson family.
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