Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 93

After hanging up with Orion, Yorick sat in his car, his mind a jumbled mess.

The studio had been up and running for a year, right under his nose, and it had grown beyond his control.

His fiancée, in a single moment, had destroyed everything with just a few words.

Who on earth was the man behind her?

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At noon, Susanna finally managed to grab lunch with Stella.

“What happened to your lips? Why are they so swollen?”

Stella muttered, “Bug bite.”

Today, everyone seemed to ask about her swollen lips, which was really annoying.

Hearing “bug bite”, Susanna couldn't help but wonder, “What kind of bug did that? Impressive.”

Stella remained silent; how could she explain?

Seeing a “wooden post” not far away, Susanna felt a mix of emotions, “Your brother really goes overboard, doesn’t he? Just to ensure you have a meal out without eating something like hot wings, he even has someone watch over you the entire time.”

Stella replied, “Don’t you think that's just him being overly controlling?”

“I’d love a brother like that; overly controlling or not, it sounds wonderful to me.”

Stella rolled her eyes, “Someone actually likes being monitored.”

Many would rebel for a fraction of that freedom. Stella knew a few close friends back in Ferrowland who did just that, rebelling against their parents’ tight grip.

“You wouldn’t understand. I’ve always been on my own, always missed having someone nag me,” Susanna reflected.

“She’s perfectly fine.”

Susanna wasn’t sure how to feel about her mother. Though devoid of emotional closeness, her mother always sent her quite a sum of pocket money monthly. She had never skimped on allowances, but had never spent adequate time with Susanna either.

“She’s always chasing money. Already had enough and yet still striving for it, as if trying to outdo someone and crush them underfoot.”

Stella queried, “Did she succeed?”

Susanna nodded, “Seems like it. She acts as if there’s someone she’s desperate to surpass.”

That drive of her mother's was something Susanna couldn’t fully grasp, sensing a hint of resentment in her mother’s tone whenever money was discussed.

“Has your mom ever looked for your dad?”

“I wouldn’t know. She keeps me out of that part of her life,” Susanna shook her head.