Chapter 442
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She couldn’t believe Yorick had the audacity to show up at her doorstep. If he was brazen enough to park his car like this, he must have known Ronald was out.
Was he really here to confront her? It seemed the Quarry family wasn’t as deep in trouble as she had hoped.
But Stella was wrong.
Yorick was here precisely because the Quarry family was drowning in chaos, and he was on the brink of a breakdown.
He flicked away his cigarette and walked toward her, his steps deliberate and heavy.
Stella frowned, clearly irritated.
When he stopped a meter away, she could finally see the turmoil in his eyes-emptiness, sorrow, pain- all swirling together, visible in the depths of Yorick’s gaze.
“Are you here to plead for Ursula?” Stella asked, squinting slightly.
The only reason she could think of for such a mix of emotions in Yorick’s eyes was Ursula. Despite all the gossip Susanna and Tegan had shared about the Larkin family, Stella believed Yorick and Cloudia’s bias toward Ursula would always prevail.
The mention of pleading for Ursula seemed to deepen the pain in Yorick’s eyes.
“Plead?” he echoed, his voice laced with anguish.
Stella raised an eyebrow. “Not pleading? Then you’re here to threaten me? To try and overpower me?” She recalled how the Larkin family and Yorick had never resorted to pleading. They had always tried to overpower her into letting Ursula go.
How many tactics had they used back then? She couldn’t help but scoff at the memory.
Yorick was silent, his chest heaving with a suffocating tension at Stella’s mention of ‘threaten’ and ‘overpower.’ He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling. Clenching his fists, he spoke with difficulty, “I’ve… I’ve broken it off with her.”
Stella arched her brows, silently observing Yorick while Susie’s latest gossip replayed in her mind. She had said that Yorick stormed out of the Larkin family house, kicking over a flowerpot at the entrance. “Stella, I’m sorry,” Yorick confessed suddenly.
Stella’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re apologizing to me?” “It’s my fault. I…”
He trailed off, overwhelmed by the chaos of the past few days. Since leaving the Quarry family, all he wanted was to see Stella. Nobody knew how empty he had felt since she called off their engagement, as if a vital part of him had been ripped away.
“You don’t need to apologize,” Stella replied coolly. “You really shouldn’t have come to see me. Move your car.”
Not wanting to hear more, Stella turned to get into her car. As she was about to shut the door, Yorick panicked and grabbed the door.
Stella raised an eyebrow. “You…”
By instinct, her foot shot out, and Yorick immediately backed away to a safe distance, his face paling.
He remembered Stella’s dislike for
physical contact. During their engagement, every time he got too close, she pulled away. After the breakup, whenever he tried to grab her, wrist, she had retaliated o physically.
Was she about to kick him again?
Recalling his previous injuries, Yorick’s composure wavered.
Seeing him retreat, Stella realized she had almost instinctively lashed out again.
“Uh… sorry,” she said, half-smiling. “You’ve left quite a mark on me. My default response is self-defense, so it’s best if you don’t show up in front of me. Otherwise, if I hit you, t wouldn’t be pleasant.”
Yorick was speechless.
The driver in the front seat, amused by their exchange, thought to himself, “At least our young lady knows it’s not polite to hit people.”
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