Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 515

Ronald gently laid Stella down on the bed. As he was about to stand up, he noticed her hand still clutching the hem of his shirt.

A small smile played on his lips, a sense of nostalgia washing over him from the feeling of being needed.

He carefully pried Stella’s fingers loose and tucked her in before leaving the room.

Finley was waiting for him outside. The look Finley gave him was one of utter exasperation.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Thinking of staying longer in..."

"Don't even," Finley cut him off mid-sentence.

"Then what's with the look? Want me to pile on more tasks?"

Finley rolled his eyes dramatically. "This isn't about wanting more to do. Seriously, that place is terrible. You can send anyone else there."

He knew full well why Ronald wanted him to go. It wasn't really exile as much as it was fixing a problem.

But to Finley, it didn't seem like such a big deal.

Ronald moved over to the sofa as a flight attendant came by and offered him a glass of his favorite red wine. Finley grabbed a glass too.

Ronald sipped it and said, "We can't delay it any longer. You need to get on it quickly."

Finley realized there was no getting out of this one. He muttered with a resigned sigh, "Fine, but just this once. Next time, send someone else to that godforsaken place."

Ronald smirked, "It depends on how well you perform."

Finley groaned internally. ‘Perform? What did that even mean? My medical expertise?’

"Listen, I honestly forgot it and didn't expect you to be in such a rush," Finley said, trying to defend himself.

"Given your past behavior, I'd never have thought you'd be okay with Stella being pregnant before marriage."

"Frost, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me? What about you? That sickly girl was trouble even before she was sick. I warned you she was nuts, and you still went after her? You even considered murder for her?"

Descending the stairs, Imogen overheard Frost's words. Her fragile state from a recent hospital visit made her nearly trip in shock. "Murder? What murder?"

Yorick's face turned dark. "Frost!"

He didn't want this out in the open, especially since he'd severed all ties with Ursula. But how did Frost find out?

Frost sneered, "Oh, you're scared now? Tell me, who is Felix?"

"Fe-Felix?" Imogen's face turned ghostly pale at the mention of the name.

How was Yorick involved with Felix, a notorious hitman? Was he out of his mind?