Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 552

Even though the matter over there was crucial, Finley just couldn't bring himself to go, especially to the Muliba Desert. The climate was harsh, and the threat of outbreaks loomed over it like a bad omen. Not even the most brilliant minds wanted to venture there, much less someone like him.

As Finley left, Dylan's mind wondered back into contemplation, and before long, Yvonne and Lottie arrived in the medical room with Stella.

Seeing Lottie, Dylan quickly stood up and greeted respectfully.

Lottie guided Stella forward. "Please tend to her wounds. Oh, and she might be pregnant. See what medication you can give."

Dylan's eyes widened.

Pregnant?

That sneaky Finley, setting him up like this! If he had only checked Stella's stomach and prescribed a bunch of meds, he'd be the one shipped off to that desolate desert with him.

He'd have a word with him later, that was for sure.

hesitation, Lottie

her wounds first," Dylan responded, quickly gathering medication safe for expectant mothers. She bandaged Stella's injuries, all the while

the study, Ronald lit a cigarette with a grim expression, tossing the

agitatedly pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, his breath still uneven. "Is she

to explode and tear Ronald apart if

icily, offering no answer. That one look was enough to infuriate Xander. "Ronald, that's my freaking fiancée, promised by our elders, spoken with clear intent. Who do you think

longer, his anger flaring up as he slammed a fist onto

eyes locked, and the tension in the room was so

by elders? Do you forget

state?" Xander ground out, teeth clenched. Even knowing he couldn't best Ronald, he felt his fists itch to

his fingers on the desk, leaning forward slightly. "They were drunk off their minds. And as someone sober, you took

breath hitched at the revelation as he recalled the scene. Ronald had a point; it was said when

drunk doesn't strip them of being

laugh. "Is your father still

crumbling. That old coot... did