Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 346

The Larkin family was in turmoil, and the only person Ursula felt she could rely on was Yorick.

But Yorick had just walked out the door, leaving her behind. He had heard everything—every word—and didn’t even give her a chance to explain.

“What on earth happened?” Cloudia asked, her voice tinged with alarm.

Hearing Ursula say this, Cloudia was also deeply shocked. If Yorick didn’t want Ursula anymore, this wasn’t good news at all, especially with their family in its current state.

The ladies of high society were all two-faced; not a single one of them had stepped forward to help this time.

At this moment, Ursula didn’t even know what to say. She could only mutter, “It’s Star, always Star. She took Rick away, Mom. She already has Mr. Quinn. Why does she have to take Rick, too? I have nothing left. Why does she treat me like this?”

Tears streamed down Ursula's face, dropping like a broken string of pearls.

Hearing Stella’s name made Cloudia’s face harden with an anger she hadn’t shown before.

It was her again. Always her! That wretched girl. Why hadn’t she dealt with her back when she had the chance?

Cloudia was fuming, practically shaking with rage.

Ursula cried, “I feel like I’m dying, Mom. I really can’t hold on much longer.”

She could feel her body deteriorating, her time running out. Without treatment, she was genuinely on the brink.

“Why won’t she leave me alone now that I’m like this? Why did she have to take Rick away?”

Despair and hatred welled up in Ursula, threatening to consume her entirely.

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After an eight-hour flight, Stella had been nestled in Ronald’s arms, sleeping like a contented kitten. Her peaceful demeanor was irresistible.

At one point, Ronald couldn’t help himself and teased her a bit more. Stella, playful yet annoyed, had bitten his shoulder in protest, though Ronald barely felt it.

As the plane landed, the jolt woke them both.

Stella opened her bleary eyes, catching sight of Ronald. For a moment, she was dazed, her mind foggy from sleep. Then, as if on instinct, she snuggled closer to him, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

“I’m hungry,” she murmured.

She hadn’t eaten much since Xander had whisked her away, and exhaustion had kept her from thinking about food. But now, the hunger pangs made themselves known.

“Hungry, huh?” Ronald asked, his voice playful with a hint of mischief.