Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 411:

Soon, there was a mess. The police cdownstairs with Mr. Clark. When they saw Stella, they stopped in front

of her.

“This man, surnamed Clark, not only stole items but is also taking drugs. We found a small amount of

methamphetamine and ketamine under his bedside table. It seems he couldn't afford the high cost of drugs, so

he chose to steal instead.

However, he has only recently started using drugs, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to quit. It ultimately

depends on whether he knows how to repent or not.”

As Stella heard what the police said, it felt as if her brain had exploded, leaving her completely stunned. “What...

Taking drugs? How could he take drugs?”

“Mr. Clark, you are the kindest and most honest neighbor here. How could you...?”

“I am sorry,” Mr. Clark said, refusing to look up at Stella. “I will do my best to change.”

“Miss Richard, we will handle this matter properly.” After that, the policeman left with Mr. Clark.

As he was brought to the police car, Mr. Clark looked back at the building where he had lived for a long time.

There were many onlookers outside—neighbors who had once taken care of him and helped him. He had

received their kindness before, but now he felt he wanted to harm them.

When he was young and did something wrong, his mother would grab him and beat him. She wouldn't stop until

she sobered up, so he didn’t dare to make mistakes as a child.

As he grew older, he went to school. If he made a mistake, he would be punished by the teacher, regardless of

whether it was forgetting to memorize a text or failing to complete his homework. He would be forced to stand

with a textbook and a glass of water on his head, unable to move under the scorching sun.

Later, when Mr. Clark becan adult, he found himself excluded and forced to rent a house. Everyone bullied

him for being kind and honest.

Mr. Clark had remained silent all this time. He had been tricked into taking drugs and did not resist. He couldn't

pinpoint when it all began. He grew to hate the world—his mother’s cruelty, his teacher's ruthlessness, and the

indifference of society.

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Gradually, he becdistorted and relied solely on drugs. He lost all his wealth and eventually had no choice

but to steal.

Mr. Clark regretted his choices. If he had found a proper job and worked hard, maybe he could have bought his

own house and even fallen in love with a kind and gentle girl. No matter how harsh the world was to him, he

could have survived safely. Why had he ended up like this?

Although the world did not offer him much tenderness, he could certainly support himself. There was no need to

complain about life. Now, Mr. Clark regretted it deeply, wondering if God would grant him another chance.

When Stella returned home, she felt as if everything was surreal. Mr. Clark—it turned out to be him. The

revelation was shocking. She had never expected that the gentle and kind-hearted Mr. Clark would resort to

stealing and even taking drugs. Was there anything in this world that could be trusted?

Stella recalled what RK had told her: one should not be deceived by the pure and good appearance of things, as

it is crucial to see through to the true nature beneath the facade. The most important thing was that anything

too extrwould not be good. Whether it was being too evil or too righteous, both were on the edge of hell.

Stella understood now; it was like being on a seesaw. The closer one was to either end, the greater the possibility

of falling, even if one had the momentum to overwhelm the opponent. There are always pros and cons to

everything.

Just like Mr. Clark, the kinder and more fragile he was, the easier it becfor him to be controlled by evil

thoughts. In the end, he changed without anyone noticing. Everyone thought he was still as gentle and harmless

as before, but in reality, he had completely transformed.

Extremism often leads to another form of extremism. Stella felt it was better to be your true self. Although you

might not be glamorous or beautiful, as long as you are satisfied and remain the pure and kind person you were

at the beginning, everything in the world can be beautiful.

After what had happened to Mr. Clark, RK refused to let Stella sleep in her own house. He packed up her

belongings, pulled them with him, and walked out with her. “Hey... RK, what are you doing?” Stella asked,

confused by his actions.

“It’s too dangerous here. You can’t stay any longer. Hurry up and tidy up. Followback to the RK Mansion. You

haven't been back for so long, and Mrs. Cassidy misses you.”

As he spoke, RK casually tidied up the things in the living room. “Forget it. Don’t clean it up. I'll get someone to

move everything later.”

“Hey, no way! I'm already an adult. Can't | protect myself?” Stella said helplessly.

“If you could protect yourself well, how did a thief break in yesterday? When you were asleep, you were like a

pig. It would be strange if you were conscious,” RK scoffed.

“I... | was sick.”

“Being sick doesn’t excuse the fact that you sleep like the dead. You slept like this six years ago. Six years later,

you're still the same.”

RK wore a look of disbelief as he spoke, dragging her luggage out forcefully. Stella had no choice but to follow

him.