Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 297

Finley's mind was swirling in disbelief. He looked at Ronald, incredulous. "But if he's still alive, why hasn't he reached out to Yvonne all these years?" Ronald's eyes deepened, a shadow passing over them.

Why?

...

Inside Stella's room, the unfamiliar call came through- Cloudia, who had borrowed yet another phone to contact her.

By now, she'd lost count of how many phones the Larkin family had lent her, all because their own lines were perpetually unreachable.

Cloudia's voice erupted through the line, furious. "That's your brother, Stella! How can you be so heartless? Is your heart made of stone, Stella? How could you do this to your own brother, leave him without his hands... you, you!" Cloudia had already fainted once from anger.

The moment the call connected, she unleashed a tirade of accusations, an avalanche of blame.

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly. "How would you know if my heart is stone? You've never tried to warm it."

They say a heart of stone can't be warmed. And they had never even tried. If anything, they had taught Stella just how cold family ties could be.

Cloudia stammered, "You..."

Stella cut her off, "Jaxon knows why he lost his hands."

"Stella!"

Cloudia was beyond furious.

was sent abroad, he didn't just stop at

her breath catching in

"What are you saying?"

you knew Jaxon

Cloudia like a cold wind, leaving her

"You, you actually..."

knew?" Stella finished the sentence for

by Cloudia's faltering voice,

Ah, the Larkins.

makes sense. If you protect a foster daughter so fiercely, imagine how you'd protect your own

swnovo.ne

confused that time. I did reprimand

I had been kidnapped, what

bear to listen to

a toddler to be scolded

just once, was it? Did you reprimand him

breathing grew more

it was you who used your influence

speak kindly of him now? To save those hands that should've been lost