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.

Ursula was sent abroad, he didn't just stop at once. Mrs. Larkin, you knew,

fell silent, her breath catching

"What are you saying?"

But you knew Jaxon was behind it, didn't

the words struck Cloudia like a

"You, you actually..."

knew?" Stella finished the

by Cloudia's faltering voice, Stella knew she

Ah, the Larkins.

protect a foster daughter so fiercely, imagine how you'd

swnovo.ne

protested, "No, he was confused that time.

"And if I had been kidnapped, what would have

to listen to

toddler to be scolded

it wasn't just once, was it? Did you reprimand him every

grew more

but it was

speak kindly of him now? To

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