Chapter 540, Medal of Honor
"Oh my God!" Starla covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears.
“After Cynthia died, she was buried in the Wilson family cemetery. Veran and the child stayed with the Wilson family and became part of our family.
The child... you know, it's a girl.
She looks very much like her mother. She is not very pretty, but her smile can melt people's hearts.
My wife often calls her the cutest "little lamb" in the Wilson family, and my sons are childhood sweethearts of hers.
That rascal Marco also pursued the little lamb, but was rejected. The little girl looked gentle, but she was never vague when it came to saying no.
If Marco continued to pester her, she would attack him. He was beaten so badly that he stayed in bed for a week. Her skills were very good, and the lamb had grown sharp horns, teaching the ungrateful man a powerful lesson.
I was so happy that I gave her a gun and told her that if any man dared to bother her again, I would shoot him with a bullet.
When we heard that she was with my little son, our whole family was very happy.
After all, they grew up together and have always had a good relationship.
Although there were some rumors outside that she was the housekeeper's daughter and was not worthy of my son, we ignored them. After all, whether they were worthy or not was not something that others could judge.
They love each other very much. My youngest son is a person who likes to socialize, but when he is with her, he is always very quiet, which is a bit unlike him.
A man should always find a woman who can control him."
When Stella heard this, she smiled again. She always hoped that a love story would have a happy ending.
"Later, they boarded the Eastern Morning Star together and never returned."
The smile on Stella's lips froze. She recalled the housekeeper's expression at that time, and her heart skipped a beat.
Yes, didn’t she already know this ending?
"Wei Lang did something to hurt you. Although according to Miss Kong, he was probably hypnotized by some psychological suggestion when he did this, the facts are the facts, and he cannot forgive himself for betraying his family." The head of the Wilson family looked at Stella and said, "I hope you don't mind this memorial service held for Wei Lang today.
I don't mean to ask you to forgive him, but you have the right to know everything."
"No, no." Starla waved her hand: "I'm sorry, I..."
"This matter has nothing to do with you. You are also one of the victims. You should not be the one to apologize." The Wilson family head's eyes were deep. "I will make those who truly deserve an apology pay a heavy price. No one can hurt the Wilson family members without paying any price. No one."
Starla's eyes swept over the scar on the back of the Wilson family's hand and shrank her neck.
"Did I scare you?" The head of the Wilson family noticed Stella's expression and his voice became much softer.
"No, no, I'm sorry, I..." Starla didn't know what to say. Meeting the Wilson family's gaze, she felt that no matter what excuses she made, she would appear ridiculous and stupid in front of this wise old man. So Starla returned her gaze to the back of Wilson's hand, trying to change the subject: "Um, how did you get this injury?"
"This?" Patriarch Wilson seemed a little surprised by Stella's question. He looked at her in astonishment, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "This is the medal I am most proud of in my life."
"Really? Haha." Starla blinked and laughed dryly.
I thought to myself, he really deserves to be the head of the Wilson family.
Such a scary scar can also be called a medal of honor.
It was so scary, she wanted to go home again.
"Marco, your father." Patriarch Wilson looked at Starla and said, "He's a fool."
"Huh?" Stella was a little surprised.
"That guy was kidnapped three times when he was little. The most dangerous time was when he was hung from the top of a tower for over three hours, headfirst. So he's very insecure and lives for instant gratification." The Wilson family head felt a bit troubled when he mentioned his son. "I wonder if it was because he was hung for too long that his mind wasn't working properly."
"Has this ever happened before?"
"Well, things weren't very peaceful here at the time." The Wilson family head nodded and said, "So it's okay if you don't want to bother with him. No one in the family wants to bother with him anyway."
Starla pursed her lips and actually felt a little sympathy for the unreliable Marco.
"Now, do you still want to return to Xing'ertang?" Patriarch Wilson looked at Stella and asked, "Still unwilling to stay?"
Starla and the Wilson family head only looked at each other for a moment, then lowered their eyes: "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a pleasant experience." The Wilson family head's smile faded a little.
"No, I can feel that everyone is very kind to me, but... I don't know how to repay this attention. I don't have the courage and can't handle my emotions well. This is my problem." Starla laughed dryly. She knew she was a coward and she wanted to escape.
It's shameful, but it works.
"It's hereditary. Marco is like that too. He's the fastest to run when something happens." The Wilson family head shrugged nonchalantly. "Tomorrow, I'll take you aboard."
"Tomorrow?" Starla was a little surprised. She knew that she could leave here in the end, but she didn't expect that the Wilson family would let her go so easily.
"Well, I don't want this place to leave you with a bad impression of a 'cage from which you can't escape.'" The Wilson family head said with a smile, "Kidnapping has never been part of the Wilson family's business."
Stella smiled and felt a little embarrassed when she heard the voice.
"Child, you are welcome to come home anytime." The head of the Wilson family looked at Starla, raised his hand and gently touched Starla's head, then got up and left.
Starla suddenly felt that this feeling was very familiar. She blinked and looked at the back of the head of the Wilson family. Her eyes fell on the back of the head of the Wilson family's hand, and suddenly a vague memory flooded into her mind.
It was a rather ferocious little kitten, as if it had been abused, and it appeared in front of her with its bloody hind legs.
"Don't be afraid, little kitty. I'll take you to Weilang. He's very capable and knows everything. He'll definitely be able to heal you. If Weilang can't heal you, I'll send you to the hospital. I hate hospitals. Do you hate hospitals, too?"
The young girl walked towards the kitten while muttering to herself.
The little kitten was very scared, panting and arching its back.
"Don't be afraid~ It's okay. Everyone likes me, and you will like me too. I'm Stella~ It means star. Can you call me little star?" She said as she held out her hand: "How do you say little star in cat language? Meow meow meow? Don't be afraid, I'll take you to get treated."
It turns out that not all creatures in the world like her.
The cat's threat failed and it waved its sharp claws at her eyes.
At the critical moment, someone hugged her from behind with one hand and blocked the cat's claws with the other hand.
With one claw, the cat ran away dragging its broken hind leg.
"Grandpa!" She was terrified: "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, Stella, are you okay?"
"Grandpa, you're bleeding!"
"It's a small matter. Grandpa has been injured many times. This is nothing." Grandpa picked her up and said to her in a rare stern tone: "Listen to me, Stella, never go near injured animals, never!
Come on, repeat it to grandpa.
A wounded animal is a dragon that should not be approached."
"A wounded animal is a dragon that cannot be approached..." She choked as she spoke, her heart filled with guilt.
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