Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)
Chapter 80

"No worries, just took a bit of a tumble."

"That's a bit careless. Must hurt, right?" Ursula's voice was dripping with concern.

Yorick, opening the lunch box with one hand, didn't answer her directly but said softly, "This soup's good for you. Have more of it."

Seeing him avoid the question, especially with his pallor looking off, Ursula began to suspect something about his injury.

"You don't always have to run around like this, you know."

Yorick spoke, "Busy during the day; want to spend time with you at night."

His words touched Ursula deeply. She glanced at Yorick, biting back the words she wanted to say.

Noticing her hesitation, Yorick's voice softened further, "What's up?"

Ursula said, "It's about Star. Mom just told me, she started her own studio and made over seven hundred thousand last year. I can't even begin to imagine how she did it." "Her own studio?" Yorick uttered.

Ursula nodded, "Yeah, even Mom's in the dark about how she pulled off making so much money a year."

To Yorick, seven hundred thousand was trivial. But for Ursula, it was no small sum, especially considering Stella had earned it on her own.

Yorick's expression darkened even more, a cold glint in his eyes.

Stella had her own studio, started last year, and made seven hundred thousand?

He was in the dark about such a significant event.

...

Dinner at Wave Residence was exceptional tonight.

Stella couldn't help but go for thirds, only learning afterward that the chef had come from Ferrowland.

It was during her second bowl of soup that Ronald called.

"Eating so much at night, aren't you worried about gaining weight?"

Stella paused at his words, casting a glance at the butler who guiltily avoided her gaze.

"Didn't you always want to fatten me up?" she mumbled.

Back in Ferrowland, especially during her childhood, her baby fat was legendary. She started fretting about dieting when she was barely ten.

Ronald chuckled, "You were little then. Now, haven't you been fussing about growing up? Not caring about looks?" The eternal dilemma of beauty for girls.

Stella decisively set down her spoon. "When are you coming back?"

"Soon. Go to sleep early."

"Okay."

Hearing someone speak on Ronald's end, Stella didn't linger and hung up obediently.

Ronald was in a private room at that moment.

Hull, sitting next to him, couldn't help but ask, "Who's that? You sounded so gentle."

Hull had met Ronald two years ago their friendship forged through

mutua respect and a shared history of conflict with the Schultz

Swily.

Having known Ronald for so long, Hull had never seen him this tender.

Ronald laughed softly, a hint of warmth spreading in his eyes, "A kid at home, quite the handful."

"You have a kid? Why didn't I know?"

The term "kid" caught Hull completely off guard.

Ronald clarified, "A sister."

"Ah, you mean Yvonne."

Ronald also had a twin sister, Yvonne Quinn.

Hull remarked, "She's hardly a kid, then?"

Being the same age, she hardly qualified as a "kid" in his eyes.

Ronald added, "Not Yvonne, another sister. Lost her a few years back, only found her recently. She's quite the mischief-maker." "Another one?" Hull remarked.

This was news to him. But seeing Ronald's indulgent smile when he spoke of his sister, Hull could tell she must be quite the charmer.