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.

sent abroad, he didn't just stop at once.

breath catching

"What are you saying?"

you knew Jaxon was behind it, didn't you?

but the words struck Cloudia like a

"You, you actually..."

Stella finished the sentence for

by Cloudia's faltering voice, Stella knew she was

Ah, the Larkins.

"But it makes sense. If you protect a foster daughter so

swnovo.ne

he was confused that time. I did reprimand him. I

been kidnapped, what would have

to listen to

Jaxon a toddler to be scolded

was it? Did you reprimand him every

breathing grew

it was

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