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Chapter 881 Because You'Re Unworthy Of It
Chapter 881 Because You're Unworthy of It
It might have been her illusion, but Queeny had a persistent feeling that Ella was behaving somewhat
differently than she usually did.
Queeny felt that Ella seemed very preoccupied today.
What on earth had happened?
With all these people around them, however, Queeny could do nothing but indulge Ella's reticence.
It was already noontime when they had finished the purchase.
Queeny suggested that they have lunch at a nearby restaurant.
Finally, they chose an expensive restaurant with gourmet food. On entering it, Ella went to the
washroom.
Queeny paid no attention to it. She asked for an exclusive room for Ella and herself, and arranged for
Dean and the others to dine at the adjacent room. Then she took a seat and began to take the order.novelbin
The food at this restaurant was mostly light in flavor. Queeny chose some dishes she liked, some that
she thought would be to Ella's taste, and then added a pot of tea before she finished.
Meanwhile, Ella was making a phone call at the washroom.
Grabbing the phone tightly, she hissed between her teeth, "Have you decided not to help me?"
On the other end of the line was a man's low voice, smoldering with anger.
"I wish I could help you, Karida, but our relationship must be kept secret. If I lent a helping hand,
everyone would know that you're my daughter, and the subsequent plan would be ruined. You should
put the interests of the whole above everything else."
"I don't care about the interests of the whole! I only know that my mother-in-law is in danger and she
will die if I don't help her!"
"Karida, as long as you take no action and keep them in limbo, they won't dare to hurt your mother-in-
law. As they rely on you to help them with their plan, they will surely leave her alone. So don't get too
panicky at this crucial moment."
"I don't care. I'll ask you one last time. Will you help her or not?"
There was a moment's silence.
A sigh followed.
"Karida, it's not that I don't want to help her, but I am hindered…"
Ella burst into a sarcastic laugh.
"Hindered? Well then, since you're so much hindered, Mr. Zaccardi, I will bother you no more. From
this day on, don't ask me to do anything for you! Because you're unworthy of it!"
With these words, Ella hung up on him.
On the other side.
Stephan stared at the phone with a deep frown.
Bella stepped out of the trying room in a suit of the Chanel style and asked, "How does it look? Does it
look good on me?"
Stephen didn't reply.
Bella cast a glance at Stephan, who was sitting there with a sullen face and knitted brows, enveloped in
an air of gloom.
She paused, lowered her eyes and smiled, "Stephan, what's the matter?"
Stephan snapped out of his trance.
Looking up at her, he saw the situation and nodded, "Yeah, it looks nice."
It was obviously perfunctory.
Bella felt somewhat annoyed.
But she didn't dare to vent her displeasure, just saying, "I'll take it then?"
"Yeah, take it."
Stephan took out his credit card for the salesgirl to swipe.
After the purchase, Stephan left the shop with Bella.
In the meantime, Ella went out of the washroom.
It was a hotpot restaurant. Queeny was pouring the freshly-arrived food into the pot when Ella came in.
Seeing Ella, Queeny smiled and said, "Sit down and have a taste."
Ella took the opposite seat.
Queeny scarcely needed to look at Ella to detect that she looked worse than before. Her brows and
eyes were brimming with melancholy too apparent to conceal.
Not betraying any emotion, Queeny said, "Ella, if you come across any trouble that I can help to solve,
just let me know."
Ella looked up at her.
She forced a smile and shook her head, "You can't help me."
How could Queeny help her?
Queeny's brows furrowed.
She had no idea what had happened to Ella, but Ella's disturbed look filled her with pity.
Queeny sighed.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, let's leave it aside and have lunch."
Queeny put a piece of cooked meat into Ella's plate.
Ella just stared at the meat without moving.
Her eyes and her mind were taken over by a mixture of feelings.
Seeing Ella so fixed, Queeny urged, "Come on, eat it."
Ella blurted, "Queeny, I want to drink. Can I have some wine?"
Queeny was surprised to hear that.
Only then did she discern that Ella's eyes began to redden.
Not knowing what had happened or how she could comfort Ella, Queeny could only acquiesce.
"Well, you can, by all means."
Queeny rang the bell. Soon a waiter came in.
Queeny asked Ella, "What kind of wine do you prefer?"
Ella replied, "Just any wine."
Queeny ordered a bottle of red wine not so strong for Ella.
After the waiter went out, Queeny looked at Ella worriedly and asked, "What on earth is the matter?"
Ella said, "Nothing. I'm just in a bad mood."
She bit her lips and cast a glance at Queeny.
"Sorry about that, Queeny. I know I am not behaving myself. I shouldn't bother you with my emotions.
I'm really sorry."
Queeny's brows knitted.
She was at a loss how to console Ella. After all, she had no idea what was wrong with her.
She could do nothing but give a sigh.
"Let's have lunch first."
The wine was soon prepared and laid ready for them.
Ella poured a glass of wine for herself and then some for Queeny.
Not having fully recovered from her injury, Queeny could not drink too much. She only took some sips
with Ella so that the latter would not drink alone.
Raising her glass, Ella said, "Queeny, thank you for being so nice to me these days. I propose a toast
to you."
Queeny gave a faint smile, raised her glass and touched Ella's.
She took a sip, while Ella gulped the whole glass.
Seeing that, Queeny frowned lightly, but soon released.
Now that Ella desired to drink, let her be.
Queeny dismissed the platitude of "drowning one's sorrows". One could never solve his problems by
merely getting drunk.
After sobering up, he would have to suffer from the hangover as well as facing the unsolved problem,
which would only add to the dismay.
That was why Queeny would never choose to evade a trouble in this way.
With that said, she was aware that not everyone in the world thought the way she did.
If alcohol really had the magic of relaxing and delighting someone for a little while, she was willing to let
him try.
If not, he could at least vent his feelings.
Thus, Queeny made no fuss about it.
Having taken a couple of glasses, Queeny quitted the drinking, but Ella continued one glass after
another.