Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 245

Blaise and Cloudia were at each other's throats in Spring Hill, their voices rising and falling in the darkened streets, an echo of discontent under the moonlit sky.

Cloudia couldn't shake her worry for Ursula, lying in a hospital bed, her condition gnawing relentlessly at her peace.

Yet, their hands were tied, as the resolution of their current predicament hinged entirely on Stella, a figure shrouded in complexity and now, seemingly, out of reach.

Blaise, in his frustration, laid the burden of their troubles at Cloudia's feet, making it impossible for her to even think of returning to the hospital.

The clock struck one in the morning, and sleep eluded both of them as they grappled with the daunting question of how they could possibly approach Stella.

Suddenly, Cloudia's phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence.

It’s a call from the hospital.

It was the voice of Ms. Miller, a nurse, her tone laced with urgency.

"Ms. Miller, what's going on?" Cloudia asked, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Ma'am, the entire medical team for Ursula... they've been pulled off. What's happening?" Ms. Miller's voice was tinged with panic.

Cloudia felt her heart skip a beat, her gaze involuntarily darting to Blaise, whose face was etched with weariness and irritation.

Could he be behind this?

Before she could confront him, Ms. Miller continued, "Ursula's in a lot of pain. I went to fetch some painkillers, only to find her dedicated overnight doctor is gone."

Cloudia's expression hardened, her worry turning into anger. "What do you mean, gone?"

She gave the hospital so much money, and this was how they treated her daughter?

Ms. Miller explained, "And the nurses' station said you need to come in tomorrow morning to process Ursula's discharge."

Discharge? The way the nurse spoke, it was no different from telling them to get lost!

"What do you mean, discharge? No, what’s the meaning of this?"

Cloudia's vision darkened, her chest heaving with anger.

The ensuing conversation only deepened her fears. Ursula's condition was worsening, and the hospital's dismissive attitude suggested they were being pushed out.

Cloudia instructed over the phone, "Take care of her for now. I’ll head back immediately."

She hung up, then glared fiercely at Blaise. "This was your doing, wasn’t it?"

Blaise was taken aback, confusion written all over his face. "What are you talking about?"

Yorick hadn’t slept either. Thinking about Stella and Ronald’s relationship, he was also in a state of distress.

When Cloudia explained her intentions, his face tightened. "The entire medical team has been pulled?"

"Yes, how could your mother do this? Ursula is in such a critical condition, is she trying to let Ursula die?"

Upon hearing that, a flicker of anger crossed Yorick’s eyes. He immediately dialed Imogen’s phone. He called twice and couldn’t get through, so he ended up calling the house landline.

The servant, upon hearing that he wanted to wake Imogen, seemed hesitant. "It’s so late, Madam..."

"Go get her right now."

Yorick cut off the servant’s words with a cold, sharp tone.

The servant had no choice. "Alright, I’ll go now."

They feared Imogen would curse them, but they were also afraid of Yorick’s wrath.

After what felt like an eternity, Imogen's irate voice filled the room. "Yorick, have you lost your mind? It's the middle of the night!"

Yorick was unmoved, his voice cold and resolute. "Did you pull Ursula's medical team?"