Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 585

As soon as Stella heard it was Xander, her anger flared up even more.

Clinging to Yvonne's arm, she whined, "Sis, you shouldn't be getting into fights. You could get hurt."

"Ahhh... let go!"

Stella blinked, "Huh?"

Yvonne winced, "Ow, that really hurts."

Stella's eyes widened in alarm. She quickly let go of Yvonne and backed up a step, scrutinizing her from head to toe. "Where are you hurt?"

Yvonne's face was twisted in pain as she gingerly squeezed her own arm, only making things worse. "Ouch—no, it really hurts."

Stella's concern deepened. "You're really hurt? Let me see."

"No, don't touch me," Yvonne gasped, her face pale. "It really hurts."

Stella was on edge, eyes darting for any sign of serious injury.

Lottie walked in to find Stella carefully trying to help Yvonne out of her jacket, while Yvonne's face was contorted in pain.

"What on earth happened here?" Lottie demanded, her tone stern as she approached them, a hint of exasperation in her gaze.

Despite her authoritative demeanor, Lottie was every bit the worried mother. Whenever Yvonne got into scrapes, she was always frustrated, even though she knew she couldn’t always keep her in check.

"Mom, I think Yvonne's hurt," Stella said, her voice shaky.

Seeing her mother, Yvonne immediately put on a pitiful expression. "Mom, I got beat up."

Usually tough and unyielding, her sudden vulnerable act sent shivers down Lottie's spine, raising goosebumps.

Lottie stepped closer, "Let me see, where are you hurt? Who did this?"

She might be exasperated, but Yvonne was still her daughter. No matter her complexion, if someone had hurt her, it was unacceptable.

Yvonne hesitated but then gingerly removed her jacket to show Lottie. The process had her gritting her teeth in pain. Her shoulder was bruised, a nasty patch of blue, and there were marks on her neck, her hair a tangled mess.

Lottie's breath hitched, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "You..."

She took a deep breath. "Who did this?"

Yvonne sighed, "Xander."

Lottie was at a loss. That kid. Xander was a whole other issue. He had never been good with words, and years ago, his inability to explain things had led to this mess.

"Xander," Lottie said, shaking her head. "You need to stop getting into fights with him."