Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 189: Hormones and Hominess Coexist

The call of ’Miss Grant’ was exceptionally soft.

Stella Grant turned around at the sound and, upon seeing the caller, found the person to be as fragile as her voice suggested, truly resembling a delicate willow.

Seeing Stella look her way, she seemed very frightened, her neck shrunk slightly as she stood there.

Stella stopped, not stepping forward, and confirmed that she didn’t recognize the other person, "Who are you?"

The other party, "Michelle Coleman."

Well, that was as good as saying nothing.

After Michelle spoke, she realized Stella didn’t intend to respond, then quickly explained, "The people who knelt in Aunt Adler’s hospital room this afternoon were my parents and my brother."

Stella’s demeanor grew a bit distant, "Is there something you need?"

Michelle took a few steps forward, seemingly very afraid of Stella, stopping a meter away from her, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle, "Miss Grant, I’m sorry. I apologize on behalf of my parents and brother."

Stella said indifferently, "No need."

As Stella finished speaking, the elevator doors happened to open, and she went inside without looking back.

As the elevator doors closed, a trace of impatience appeared on Stella’s face.

On the way home in the taxi, Stella received a call from Sue Woods.

On the phone, Sue’s tone was dejected, sounding rather lifeless.

Stella couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her voice, "Tell me, what’s up?"

Sue hesitated, "I don’t want to talk about it."

Stella laughed, "If you don’t want to tell me, who else can you tell?"

Sue pouted over the phone, "You’ve had a lot of worries lately; I don’t want to add to your troubles."

After saying that, Sue asked Stella, "Are things okay on your end?"

Stella chuckled and briefly recounted the recent events to Sue.

Regarding Kenneth Grant, Sue couldn’t comment much, considering he was Stella’s father. But as for the girl who just apologized to Stella, Sue had a bit to say, "How bold of her to think she could apologize on behalf of her parents and brother all by herself."

Stella, "She looks like a college student."

Sue said, "Even if she was an elementary student, it’s not acceptable. Is she taking advantage of the juvenile protection laws to get away with it?"

Stella chuckled softly, "The crime rate among minors has indeed been quite high these past few years."

Sue continued, "Yes, the one I remember most vividly was a juvenile murder case from a few years ago. A thirteen-year-old boy killed a seven-year-old girl. Back then, the legal age threshold meant minors under fourteen faced no legal consequences. That kid became a loophole in the system."

The topic was too heavy, and Stella didn’t know how to respond.

At that age, can you say it’s evil?

Some self-righteous people might condemn you for saying so.

But isn’t such a person exactly what’s evil?

Sometimes, evil knows no age.

Most people are like this; when it doesn’t affect them personally, they’re particularly generous and tolerant, just like Justin Harrison in Lynn Adler’s hospital room today.

But once it touches their interests, everything changes.

It’s like these minors, there will always be a small number who say to forgive, but imagine if their own child played with such a kid?

Would they be afraid?

Stella paused in silence for a moment before discreetly changing the subject, "So, what’s really going on with you today?"

As the conversation opened up, Sue started venting, "Our magazine got a top-tier backstabber."

Stella, "And then?"

Sue replied, "She replaced me. Now I’m unemployed, and my only daily activity is to cook dinner at Ben Lawson’s place."

After she finished speaking, Sue pretended to be fearless, so Stella wouldn’t worry, "Don’t worry about me. I’ve thought a lot in the past few days. In life, as long as you’re willing to endure hardship, there’s endless hardship to endure. Accept your mediocrity, embrace a laid-back lifestyle, with lower standards comes more happiness."

Sue’s twisted logic was always refreshing and unconventional. Stella teased, "Well, enjoy your lazy life then."

Sue, "Absolutely."

The two talked for over half an hour, both feeling much better afterward.

When the car arrived at the entrance to her community, Stella smiled, "I won’t hold you up anymore, I’m home now."

Sue replied, "Alright, take care. I’m off to rest as well."

Stella chuckled, didn’t respond, and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Stella went upstairs and, upon opening her door, smelled the enticing aroma of food.

Stella paused for a moment and looked towards the kitchen.

Silas Sutton stood there in a black shirt and pants by the stove, slightly bent over, one hand propped on the counter, the other holding a spatula as he cooked.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, he exuded both masculinity and a sense of domesticity.