Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 574

The person Jaxon was looking for was Frost Quarry.

Frost was just about to leave, suitcase in hand, ready to escape the family drama that seemed never-ending and impossible to resolve. She had a million things going on outside and had no desire to be shackled by the mess at home.

Seeing Jaxon, Frost's expression turned sharp. "What is it? Here to plead for your foster sister?"

Frost had always found Jaxon particularly irritating. How could someone prioritize their foster sister over their own flesh and blood? It wasn't just Jaxon; in Frost's eyes, the entire Larkin family seemed insane.

Jaxon felt a twinge of embarrassment under Frost's cutting words. "I'm here to speak with Yorick."

Frost sneered, "Talking to anyone won't help. The Quarry family isn't going to take Ursula in."

She shut him down completely. Jaxon's face grew even more strained at Frost's unwavering tone. "I'm not here because of Ursula."

Frost raised an eyebrow at his formal tone. "Really? Calling her by her first name now? That's a first."

The Larkins were known for their endearments, always calling her "UrsulaUrsula," as if one name wasn't enough. But suddenly it was just "Ursula"? Was he finally coming to his senses?

"So why are you here?"

"The Larkin family has run into some trouble, and I was hoping—"

Frost interrupted him. "Trouble? That's putting it mildly."

She didn't wait for his response. Stella had gotten herself entangled with Mr. Quinn, a name Frost knew well from her travels. The infamous kingpin of Ferrowland's underworld, with half the city's underground operations under his thumb. Crossing a man like him wasn't just trouble; it was a catastrophe.

Jaxon spared her only a brief glance before turning away, his heart hardened. He drove off without a second thought.

The Larkin family, once so devoted to Ursula, now seemed to have turned their backs completely.

Meanwhile, back in Ferrowland, Stella was exhausted and drifted into sleep, only to feel herself drawn into a warm embrace. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, catching a glimpse of Ronald.

Sleepily, she murmured, "You're back?"

Ronald kissed her forehead gently. "Yeah, just sleep."

His promise to sleep in his own room was forgotten as soon as he said it. Holding Stella close was enough.