Chapter 1043

“No matter how bold they are, they won’t dare to act openly.

”

Neville attempted to lighten the mood.

“Besides, this person hasn’t shown their face.

It seems like they just want to intimidate you.

As for their identity, we’ll have to investigate carefully.

Relax for a bit.

”

Matthew’s cold and serious expression showed no signs of easing.

He furrowed his brow, pursing his thin lips in deep contemplation.

Neville poured him a glass of wine.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll do whatever I can to help.

If you need financial support, the Pierce family is here.

”

Matthew raised his head, meeting Neville’s serious gaze.

“Thank you,” he said, lifting his glass and clinking it with Neville’s.

Despite Neville’s assurance, he remained vigilant.

Matthew downed the entire glass without leaving a drop, his expression still gloomy.

As he placed the empty glass back on the table, a sharp pain shot through his stomach.

He instinctively reached out, pressing against the source of the discomfort.

Noticing Matthew’s uneasy reaction, Neville set down his glass and inquired, “What’s wrong with you?”

Mathew’s face contorted in pain.

Neville furrowed his brow and asked, “Is it another stomachache?”

Matthew pressed his Lips together coldly, choosing to remain silent.

He hadn’t eaten since morning, surviving solely on coffee and a glass of wine, which now led to a stomachache.

“I’m fine.

I’ll be fine after a while,” he replied, his tone seemingly indifferent.

However, the prominent blue veins on his forehead betrayed the extent of his discomfort.

Unconvinced, Neville countered, “I’ll take you to the hospital first, and then I’ll call Stella.

”

Attempting to deflect, Matthew restrained Neville’s hand and shook his head.

“Don’t call her now.

Just go to the car and get me some stomach medicine.

”

Neville hesitated, sensing an underlying issue between him and Stella.

“Hold on.

Wait for me.

” Concerned for Matthew, Neville swiftly grabbed his car keys and headed out.

After a while, he returned with the medicine and instructed the waiter to bring a glass of water.

Once Mathew had taken the medicine, he eased back into the sofa, slumping his tense shoulders.

Seizing the moment, Neville asked, “What’s going on between you and Stella? Did you have a fight?”

The Clark family had publicly acknowledged Stella, so logically, everything should be smooth sailing.