Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 297

Finley's mind was swirling in disbelief. He looked at Ronald, incredulous. "But if he's still alive, why hasn't he reached out to Yvonne all these years?"

Ronald's eyes deepened, a shadow passing over them.

Why?

…

Inside Stella’s room, the unfamiliar call came through- Cloudia, who had borrowed yet another phone to contact her.

By now, she'd lost count of how many phones the Larkin family had lent her, all because their own lines were perpetually unreachable.

Cloudia's voice erupted through the line, furious. "That's your brother, Stella! How can you be so heartless? Is your heart made of stone, Stella? How could you do this to your own brother, leave him without his hands... you, you!"

Cloudia had already fainted once from anger.

The moment the call connected, she unleashed a tirade of accusations, an avalanche of blame.

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly. "How would you know if my heart is stone? You've never tried to warm it."

They say a heart of stone can't be warmed. And they had never even tried. If anything, they had taught Stella just how cold family ties could be.

Cloudia stammered, "You..."

Stella cut her off, "Jaxon knows why he lost his hands."

"Stella!"

Cloudia was beyond furious.

Stella continued, "After Ursula was sent abroad, he didn't just stop at once. Mrs. Larkin, you knew, didn't you?"

Cloudia fell silent, her breath catching in her throat.

"What are you saying?"

"I was nearly kidnapped once, and you called it paranoia. But you knew Jaxon was behind it, didn't you? You chose to protect him."

Her voice was soft, but the words struck Cloudia like a cold wind, leaving her gasping for air.