Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 135

Anyway, lately, Stella felt like it wasn't just Yorick whose mind was destroyed, but everyone around him too, utterly useless.

And that old man of sixty-six he talked about, she couldn't fathom how they even got their information.

"You said you wouldn't be back for another two hours, how come you're back already?"

Over the phone, he had even told her to hit the sack early.

Ronald replied, "Are you letting yourself go these nights?"

Stella was like, "??"

"All grown up and you're not worried about packing on the pounds, eating like there's no tomorrow."

Truth be told, Ronald rushed back because he was worried she'd eat herself into an issue.

Stella's lips twitched, "You came back just for that?"

"What else? Isn't that reason enough?"

Stella was left speechless.

Enough, more than enough!!

"Well, that's because I haven't been eating well before," Stella murmured softly.

Ronald said, "Hmm?"

"N-Nothing."

She quickly buried her head in his chest, daring not to speak further.

Yet, Ronald had heard her, tenderly stroking her slender back. He was well aware she hadn't been eating properly these years. Otherwise, she wouldn't be binge eating these past few days, craving everything under the sun.

""Ronald."

"Hmm?"

"When are we heading back to Ferrowland?"

She found Portis City insufferable; she didn't like it here.

Ronald answered, "Still got some loose ends to tie up. If they're bothering you that much, I'll have Idris deal with them."

His precious girl, grown under his care, bullied by them, hmph...

In the following days, Stella busied herself in the studio while Cloudia dodged lawyers left and right.

That visit to the hospital, Cloudia

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had slipped away, thus the disownment agreement went unsigned. Hard to say what those folks were hiding from.

But Idris had some leads on tracking down Ursula's mysterious ten grand.

On the third morning, Stella woke up to a message, "I'll be discharged in four days!"

It was from Ursula, on a new number.

She had been reminding her of the discharge date for the past two days. Stella found it somewhat amusing.

What did her discharge have to do with her?

She had blocked yesterday's number, and today, Ursula had switched to another. It baffled her how these people managed to find so many numbers. So, they contacted, she blocked, rinse-and-repeat.

She had considered changing her

number, but then thought, if these folks were so keen on bothering her changing her number might just bring them directly to her doorstep. She hadn't the patience or energy to deal with that.

Today was different from the previous days. Ursula added, "I'll be moving into Wave Residence straight after. I heard from Rick you like watching the sunrise too

Bragging, plain and simple. And quite confident at that!

IMS

Stella chuckled, seeing right through the facade. For once, she didn't

keep her silence like before.

She quickly typed, "Wave Residence, let's see if you can actually move in." Boasting here, only to end up a joke.

Ursula typed back, "Rick promised me personally, there will be no changes to the plan."

Her assurance was palpable, truly trusting in Yorick.

Stella snorted, "Then I wish you success!"

After sending, she blocked the number.

...

Downstairs.

Ronald was already at the dining table, instructing the butler, "Tell the chef to prepare less, no need for such large portions."

"It's good that Ms. Quinn has an appetite, some ladies starve themselves to maintain their figure."

"Yes, but then when the weight arises, she'd overexert herself trying to work it off, it's unhealthy."