The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 97 So Many Illnesses So Little Time

The moment Susan heard that Stella couldn’t be sent away. she got angry.

Jonathan said, “We might need to figure out what’s going on with her first.”

“What do you mean, what’s going on? She grew up in the countryside–what could she possibly have?”

“But the people she knows aren’t ordinary. Ethan said that the guy at Kingston Heights clearly had status, and it didn’t look like he and Stella had just met. And then there’s Eddie, and her studio.”

All of them were people with serious connections.

She was just a young girl, yet she ran such a large studio.

Who gave her that much money to get it off the ground. Hearing Jonathan lay it out like that, even Susan’s eyes flickered with doubt

It seemed like maybe she had never really understood her own daughter.

“Then look into it. And quickly.” Susan said. Tonight, Stella had nearly cost Lillian her life–they couldn’t afford to let her stay in Rivermount too long.

Jonathan nodded. “Got it.”

Just as the two of them were about to say more, the alarm from the monitors in the hospital room suddenly went off

Jonathan and Susan locked eyes; both of their faces changed instantly. Then they rushed into the room.

Lillian lay on the bed, eyes shut, face pale as a ghost,

The rapid beeping from the machine had Susan completely panicked. “Lillian! Lillian! Get a doctor!”

Lillian opened her eyes weakly and grabbed Susan’s hand. “Mom… it hurts so much.”

sentence shattered Susan’s

her side. Meanwhile, at Verdant Villa, Stella was wrapped in Abraham’s arms; he held her close with one hand at her

lifted a lock of

her sit on his lap–and ever since they were little, he’d always liked

felt uneasy. “Abraham,

am I even supposed to

so many times lately–about growing up, about how things between them couldn’t be the

anymore.

was like Abraham didn’t hear it at all,

heart was about

you love? Who

curled around a strand of her hair as

blank, her cheeks instantly flushed red. How could the world be this ironic? He

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Many Illnesses

his soft tome, Stella felt like her nerves were stretched to the

“Um… well”

lost on

me who’s the

“Can L, not say?”

has to tell me who it is.

going to back me up on Stella was ready to cry. Like she could

Saying what was in her heart felt way

just making stuff

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“You weren’t?

“Nope, Nothing”