Stella had just returned from the Miller family's place when she walked into the living room to find Martin West on the phone, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Upon seeing Stella, he quickly wrapped up the call and hung up, eyeing her with a furrowed brow. "Weren't you over at the Dashiell's? What happened to you; you look like you've been through a wringer?"

Her swollen eyes and bruised cheek were painfully evident. Stella made no attempt to hide them as she slumped onto the couch.

"Dad, Remington is now blaming me for Lizetta's complications during childbirth. He wouldn't listen to a word I say, showing absolutely no compassion. And Mrs. Dashiell, she's been completely charmed by Lizetta, gave me a thorough tongue-lashing, and this," she gestured to her cheek, "was courtesy of Lizetta herself!"

Martin's expression darkened. "Useless, how can you not hold a candle to a divorcee with no one in her corner?"

Tears welled up in Stella's eyes. "How is this my fault? I've only been back a short while. Lizetta, on the other hand, has been with the Dashiell family for nearly fifteen years."

"You even sacrificed a finger for Remington. You need to leverage your strengths."

Martin frowned, prompting a thoughtful nod from Stella. "Dad, I know what I need to do, don't worry. But it looks like there's no getting through to Fiona and Remington for now. Aren't you hitting the golf course in a couple of days? Mr. Dashiell will be there; take me with you."

Nathan Dashiell and Remington seemed to be at odds. Nathan's departure from the estate was marked by

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