When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1417 Stella And Her Plan

Stella was consumed by a deep sense of injustice. "Why? What makes you so much better than me?"

Cecilia scoffed, her eyes cold. "Then maybe you should despise fate instead."

The anger inside Stella reached a boiling point. With a sudden movement, she seized Cecilia's throat, her fingers tightening. "Do you think I brought you here just to chat? Do you really believe I wouldn't kill you?"

Cecilia met Stella's gaze, finding her behavior odd. "If you want to kill me, then go ahead."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Stella tightened her grip on Cecilia's neck, but right then, a low cough echoed from the entrance. Stella paused and slowly loosened her grip, a twisted smile curling her lips.

"Don't worry," she sneered. "I won't kill you. I'll make your life a living hell instead."

At that moment, Cecilia could sense something sinister was at play, but all she could focus on was her children. She swallowed her fear and stared at Stella. "Stella, if you have a problem with me, then deal with me. Where are my children?" Stella's smile widened, her expression dark and unnerving. "Do you want to know? Then you'll have to cooperate with me."

Cooperate with her? On what? Cecilia was confused.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

Instead of answering, Stella clapped her hands, and the sound echoed in the room. A moment later, the door creaked open, and a group of people in white lab coats entered.

The sight of them sent a chill down Cecilia's spine. Fear gripped her.

The leader of the group approached Stella and asked, "Is it her?"

Stella nodded. "Yes, it's her. I'm relying on you from here on out." "Understood," the person replied before turning to walk toward Cecilia.

"Miss, don't be afraid. We are psychologists. We won't harm you," the leader said.

Cecilia's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to make sense of the situation. "What are you planning to do?"

"We know you've been struggling," the leader continued, her voice soft yet calculated. "You've had a history of depression, and we're here to help. Our purpose is to offer you treatment, to ease your suffering." Cecilia's brow furrowed. "I don't need your help. I've recovered."

The psychologist smiled almost

mockingly. "Why do I get the sense you're not fully recovered? There's something you're hiding, something you're not ready to share, right? Don't worry, with our treatment, we'll help you regain your true health."

Cecilia instinctively tried to pull away, but her limbs were bound tightly to the chair. "No need. I'm perfectly healthy now."

Her voice was faint, strained by exhaustion and the toll the ordeal had already taken on her. Her pallor had grown even more pronounced from her prolonged distress.

The leader of the group turned to Stella. "If the patient refuses to cooperate, our treatment will be difficult to carry out effectively."

Stella's expression darkened, and she strode over to Cecilia, her voice icy. "Do you really want to risk your children's lives? Do whatever the doctor tells you to do." Cecilia's voice trembled with determination. "You want me to listen to you, but shouldn't I at least see my sons first? Where are they now?"

Stella had no other choice but to have someone bring over Cecilia's twins.

Two women entered, each holding one of Cecilia's children. The moment Cecilia laid eyes on them, she struggled to rise, but the agony that shot through her body was excruciating, as if her very bones were being torn apart. The pain was do

unbearable, and she copain was

nothing but remain motionless as she waited for the women to bring her children closer.

"See? They're here," said Stella.

Cecilia's eyes softened as she gazed at her two rosy-cheeked, chubby children, peacefully asleep, unaware of the danger that had surrounded them My little ones," she whispered gently, afraid to disturb their

innocent slumber.

"Now do you believe me?" Stella spoke as she took one of the twins in her arms. "Behave and follow the doctor's instructions, or else..."