Chapter 8

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Yorick stormed into the car, his face a mask of fury.

Orion caught a glimpse of him through the rearview mirror, “So, did Ms. Quinn cool down yet?”

Clearly, to everyone, Stella was just throwing a tantrum, pushing Yorick to send Ursula packing once again. Yorick massaged his temples, clearly agitated, “Cool down? As if it’s that easy.”

Orion couldn’t help but agree silently.

Ursula’s sudden return had taken everyone by surprise, with no one bothering to inform her in advance.

“Is she serious about calling off the wedding?”

Yorick went silent.

Serious?

Remembering moments when they were together during these two years, Yorick let out a bitter laugh, “What do you think?”

He didn’t believe at all she could really let go.

Orion thought, “Seems unlikely.”

After all, the Larkins couldn’t stand her. Marrying Yorick seemed her only way out. Besides, she had invested a lot of emotions in Yorick over the past two years.

Thinking this, Orion felt Stella was merely acting out, although she might have taken it a bit too far.

…

At the Silk-River Residences.

Stella stared at the pile of items before her, her head throbbing at the thought of the card mix-up.

She had a foreboding feeling: a storm was brewing.

She decided not to dwell on it. After a day of trying on wedding dresses and shopping with Susanna, her legs were killing her.

She opted for a bath instead, and just as she was settling down, the doorbell rang urgently.

“Who is it?”

Instead of opening the door, she just shouted out.

Cloudia answered, “It’s me, open up.”

Upon opening the door, Stella was greeted by Cloudia, clad in a chic cocktail dress, radiating elegance with a string of pearls around her neck. Her makeup was impeccable, but her expression was stern. Cloudia walked straight in and seated herself on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Stella with an air of authority.

Stella closed the door, drying her hair.

Seeing Stella’s casual demeanor only fueled Cloudia’s anger.

“Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do? I told you, Ursula wasn’t behind it. But you hit her the moment she’s back.

And then you send out that wedding cancellation notice. Do you want the whole of Portis City to talk about how my foster daughter, after twenty years, has no shame, stealing your fiancé?”

Cloudia’s anger erupted, her words flying like sparks.

Stella, dropping her towel, met Cloudia’s glare with a frosty look.

As Cloudia faced Stella’s icy stare, her anger flared even more.

“Do you want to let the entire Larkin family become the laughingstock before you’re satisfied? I should’ve never brought you back.”

In her frustration, Cloudia expressed her regret. In her view, had she not brought Stella back, none of this would have happened. This wasn’t just bringing back a daughter; it was inviting disaster, a curse. Hearing Cloudia’s regretful words, Stella scoffed coldly, “I also wish you hadn’t found me. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been in that accident.”

It wasn’t just Cloudia regretting finding her; Stella wished they had never found her at all.

“You…”

Stella continued, “Like I said earlier, let’s pretend you never did find me. From now on, we’re strangers. And, you’re actually aware your precious Ursula has no shame, huh? Afraid the public might find out?” Having hardly spent any time with the Larkins, Stella felt no attachment to them.

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