Chapter 8

Yorick stormed into the car, his face a mask of fury.

Orion caught a glimpse of him through the rearview mirror, "So, did Ms. Quinn cool down yet?"

Clearly, to everyone, Stella was just throwing a tantrum, pushing Yorick to send Ursula packing once again. Yorick massaged his temples, clearly agitated, "Cool down? As if it's that easy."

Orion couldn't help but agree silently.

Ursula's sudden return had taken everyone by surprise, with no one bothering to inform her in advance.

"Is she serious about calling off the wedding?"

Yorick went silent.

Serious?

Remembering moments when they were together during these two years, Yorick let out a bitter laugh, "What do you think?"

He didn't believe at all she could really let go.

Orion thought, "Seems unlikely."

Marrying Yorick seemed her only way out. Besides, she had invested a lot of emotions in Yorick

merely acting out, although she might

...

At the Silk-River Residences.

at the pile of items before her, her head throbbing at

feeling:

trying on wedding dresses and shopping with Susanna, her

instead, and just as she

"Who is it?"

the door,

"It's me, open

string of pearls around her neck. Her makeup was impeccable, but her expression was stern. Cloudia walked straight in and seated herself on the sofa, her

the door, drying her

Stella's casual demeanor

you trying to do? I told you, Ursula wasn't behind it. But you hit her the moment she's

of Portis City to talk about how my foster daughter, after twenty years, has no shame,

erupted, her words flying

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