Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 22

Stella's attitude unyielding, her words came out sharp as a knife.

Yorick took a couple of agitated drags of his cigarette.

"Well, what do you suggest we do then?"

As far as he was concerned, he had given her everything she could possibly want. All he wanted now was for Tegan to come back.

Stella said, "As for the wedding, don't even start with me. It's totally over between us."

"You..."

Totally over?

What made her think she could declare it all over just like that?

Stella kept on, "And forget about Tegan. If you're so capable, go and get her back yourself to treat Ursula. With all your money and connections, do you really need to go through me?" Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

Yorick felt a surge of anger at her tone.

As if he hadn't already tried reaching out to Tegan. She had outright refused him. And there was a man behind Tegan making it impossible for Yorick to force her hand! Yorick was visibly frustrated.

Stella asked, "Anything else? If not, drive me to the Orient Nexus Building."

It was hard to catch a cab there, and since he had Orion take her car, it was only fair he drove her.

Yorick uttered, "What are you going to do there? Got an interview? Looking for a backup plan?"

"None of your business!"

The same defiant tone.

Yorick was like, "..."

This woman!

He wished he could dismantle her defiance, piece by piece.

Yorick's phone rang. I

t was Ursula. He glanced at Stella, hesitated for a moment, but then answered.

"Ursula, you're awake?"

"Rick, I feel terrible."

Ursula's weak voice came through the phone.

Hearing her discomfort, Yorick instinctively looked at Stella, his impatience directed at Stella, but beneath that, there was concern for Ursula.

"Don't worry, call the doctor," he spoke gently.

Ursula replied with a frail "okay", and "The doctor was here, said it's normal to feel this way with my condition."

"Did they prescribe anything?"

"No, the doctor said I'm already on enough medication."

True, with ailments in multiple parts of her body, she was practically taking medication every half hour. Merely having those pills would make her sick.

As Yorick thought of Ursula's current condition, his eyes dripped with concern, "I'll come right over."

"If you're busy, it's okay."

Yorick glanced at Stella again and said, "Not too busy."

Stella smirked. Seeing Yorick hang up, her smirk turned into a sneer.

Yorick, now seeing her expression, felt his anger ignite. Hearing Ursula in discomfort, his patience wore thin.

"Take a cab."

Stella jabbed, "Didn't someone just say 'I won't see her again"?"

Not even waiting until the dead of night to rush off to her?

It was clear Ursula had a significant influence on Yorick, just a phone call and he was eager to run to her.

Yorick's expression darkened, and he handed her the card, "For the cab."

The card was clearly meant to dismiss Stella.

Stella took the card, putting it in her purse, but made no move to leave.

"Drive me there. It was chilly outside, and after all, it wasn't me who asked to be in your car."

Yorick didn't start the car, and Stella wouldn't leave, determined not to get out until he drove her to her destination.

Even though she accepted the card, she wouldn't leave.

Yorick's head was again throbbing in exasperation. So, he had no choice but to drive Stella there.

As she got out, Yorick couldn't help but warn, "Think carefully about the wedding. If the Larkin family suffers any loss, your backup plan of finding a job might just disappear." Stella raised an eyebrow without giving any reply.

Still threatening her?

Her gaze cold, she met his, "Ursula was raised by the Larkin family. Shouldn't their losses be your concern?"

"I'll deal with it, but you'll bear the consequences too."

Any loss she caused, the Larkin family would surely blame Stella.

Stella scoffed, "Go to your hospital quickly, hope it's not a final visit! With all those illnesses, who knew?" Yorick was pissed off, "You..."

This woman! So bitterly sharp-tongued!

Yorick felt his anger boil over, his teeth practically aching with frustration.

He didn't want to continue this argument with Stella; arguing further might just be the end of him.