Chapter 77
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As Stella was getting close to Wave Residence, Ursula called. She sounded way frailer than before, but her words dripped with smugness.
“Bet you didn’t know, huh? Rick’s trying to buy Wave Residence in Mist Bay for me to recuperate.”
Every word was laced with her bragging.
Over the years, that place in Mist Bay has been coveted by many elite families. Perfect views and clean air, big families always fancied that kind of stuff.
Stella replied, “I already knew.”
“Oh? What has Yorick ever bought for you then?”
Stella remained silent.
What had Yorick ever bought her?
Sure, jewelry and stuff, but she couldn’t even recall what those looked like. Probably because she had too much from a young age, so those things never really meant anything to Stella.
Ursula showing off caused Stella chuckle sarcastically, “Ursula, a dying woman not focusing on the health, yet here you are comparing. Why?” “You…”
Her direct jab clearly stunned Ursula over the phone.
Stella continued, “Yorick buying you Wave Residence for your recovery? Last I heard, the current owner flat-out refused to sell to him.” “He’ll find a way to buy it.” Ursula was stubborn.
Yorick had promised, once he got Wave Residence, she’d be moved out of the hospital immediately. She believed Yorick could make it happen.
Stella remarked, “If I were you, I’d wait till he actually buys it before bragging. Otherwise, you might die before you even get to live there.
Why bother with Mist Bay? Might as well buy a cemetery plot. About to be turned into ashes, still dreaming of luxury.”
Ursula gasped for air, “You, you…you’re cursing me?”
Her words about cemetery and ashes completely destabilized
Ursula. She needed hope to live. And living, owning everything she could to keep Stella away, was her hope.
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Stella’s curse was something Ursula couldn’t bear to hear even a word of.
She had everything in the Larkin family; enjoying such a life, how could she bear to die?
Not just reluctant, but terrified.
Stella countered, “So what if I cursed you? You should be grateful you’re terminally ill; otherwise, where would you find such peace?”
If Ursula wasn’t terminally ill, she’d be haunted by the car accident from years ago.
Basically, Ursula was trapped, either way. If the illness killed her, the body would get burned into ashes; if it didn’t, Stella’s retaliation would await her. “Stella, you’re just too vicious.”
Suddenly, Cloudia’s furious voice came from the other end.
Stella’s gaze narrowed slightly.
“Yeah, I am vicious. So what?”
Cloudia fumed, “Tell me, who was that man who threatened your dad over the phone? When you were in your office earlier, who did you call? Stella, a girl should know her worth, do you understand? If you need money, don’t we have enough?”
What a thing to say. As if Stella only had to ask, and Cloudia would’ve given her anything unconditionally in the past. “Your money has nothing to do with me.”
“Stella!”
“Am I wrong? You haven’t forgotten, have you? You gave me a card with a monthly limit of two thousand dollars. Tsk, you sure are wealthy.”
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