Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 268

Rubbing his numb hands, Blaise instinctively took a step forward.

But then he realized his legs were so cold they had lost all sensation. The moment he tried to move, he stumbled, almost falling into the snow.

"Mr. Quinn, Star."

Blaise steadied himself, stumbling toward Ronald, but a bodyguard blocked his way.

Panic surged through Blaise.

"Star, Star."

Seeing Ronald's icy expression, Blaise desperately looked toward Stella for help.

Stella's face was buried in Ronald's chest, not responding to him at all.

"Mr. Quinn, we need to talk. Star, you've got the wrong idea about us. What do you want exactly? We will make things right, okay?"

Blaise's words came out in a rush, laced with desperation.

Now, with Stella not even sparing him a glance, Blaise’s frustration reached a boiling point. He was furious at Cloudia for making everything harder than it had to be.

Ronald placed Stella into the car, which was already warming up.

Just as Blaise was about to call out to Stella again, Ronald closed the car door.

With an icy gaze, Ronald turned to Blaise. The moment their eyes met, Blaise involuntarily swallowed.

"Mr. Quinn."

A hint of mockery flickered in Ronald’s cold gaze as he asked, "What makes you think she needs anything from you?"

Blaise was silent. His breath tightened at the question.

What exactly did Stella need from them now? Having grown up with the Lugar family, she must have lacked for nothing, right?

The thought of Stella returning to the Larkin family, combined with the dwindling bank account, filled Blaise with a deep sense of shame.

Ronald chuckled coldly. "Everything happening with the Larkin Group has nothing to do with her. Stop bothering her from now on. She has nothing to do with you anymore."

Blaise was at a loss for words.

Nothing to do with them!

Blaise hurriedly explained.

However, before he could finish, Ronald was already getting into the car, leaving Blaise empty-handed.

The car window was partially rolled down, and Ronald's gaze was piercing. "Since you think it's a misunderstanding, someone needs to take responsibility for this misunderstanding. Since you're her parents, you’re naturally unforgivable, don't you think?"

The ones who should have protected her had pushed her to the brink of death, almost making it impossible for her to return.

Ronald's "unforgivable" struck Blaise like a thunderbolt, and his already pale face turned ashen.

Just as Blaise was about to respond, the car window rolled up, and the vehicle began to pull away. He instinctively stepped forward, slipping and almost falling to the ground.

By the time he steadied himself, all that remained was the departing car's tail lights. The cold wind outside was piercing.

Inside the warm car, Ronald held Stella tightly, struggling for breath. "You didn't kill her on the spot?"

Stella sniffled and looked up at Ronald. "I was alone, and she had so many people on her side. I couldn't win."

Those words, "I couldn't win," sent a chill through Ronald's eyes, a coldness Stella couldn't see, reflecting his deep, unsettled fury.