Chapter 513

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But what did Stella have that made her so special? Why did the Lugar family

cherish her so much? Why did the renowned Ronald of Ferrowland spoil her so much? His relentless pressure on the Larkin family had been absolutely merciless during this time.

When Jaxon realized it, Stella was already far away. He wanted to chase after her, but she had vanished without a trace.

“Damn it.” Jaxon slapped himself across the face in frustration.

Recalling Stella’s cold indifference toward him and the Larkin family drove him mad.

What was he supposed to do with the mess? Was this really how it was all going to end, with no resolution?

No matter what he tried recently, nothing seemed to work. Those who were once friendly with the Larkin family hung up the phone when they heard his voice. The Larkin family had become pariahs, avoided by everyone.

Jaxon stood there, fuming for what felt like an eternity. He wanted to find Stella, but she was nowhere to be found.

When someone bumped into him, knocking him to the ground, his simmering anger found a target. He lashed out at the person, “Watch where you’re going! Are you blind? If so, you might as well gouge your eyes out. What’s the use of keeping them?”

Only after his outburst did he realize it was a child who had bumped into him. The kid’s parents were not having it and promptly gave him a beating.

They shouted, “What kind of monster are you, to speak so viciously to a child?”

Jaxon’s fiery arrogance was swiftly extinguished by their fists. His rage, not fully vented, was now bottled up once again.

By the time Jaxon managed to drag his battered self back to home, he was a wreck.

Due to unpaid wages, two of the maids had already been driven away by Ursula’s temper, and even the butler had left.

The only one remaining was Winona in the kitchen, stubbornly holding out in hopes of eventually getting paid.

But she offered Jaxon and Ursula no pleasantries. After all, nothing was more infuriating for a worker than unpaid wages.

When she saw Jaxon return battered and bruised, Winona didn’t even bother to ask what happened. She turned her face away, as cold as ice.

Seeing the cook had the nerve to give him attitude, Jaxon fumed, “Fuck off! If you’re going to work, work properly. If not, get lost. Who do you think you’re giving attitude?”

Such indignities were unheard of during the Larkin family’s glory days. What had it all come to?

Winona snorted, “Pay me what you owe, and I’m gone.”

Did he think this was a place fit for anyone to stay? Back when she got paid, they treated them like dirt, and now with no pay, they still threw their weight around?

Jaxon’s head throbbed with anger. He snorted back, ignoring Winona, and headed upstairs.

Watching Jaxon’s retreating figure, Winona muttered, “It’s a damn shame, huh? Those who don’t pay their workers still think they’re in the right.”

Jaxon climbed the stairs. He could hear Ursula’s voice coming from her room, “You’re my aunt. If you don’t help me, who will?

If it weren’t for me getting you into the company, do you think you’d be living the good life you have now? I’m telling you. You must talk to my dad and get my medical expenses covered.”

Ursula’s tone was frantic as she yelled into the phone. Whatever the conversation had been, she was clearly upset now.

The words ‘my dad’ made it clear to Jaxon who Ursula was talking to. His face

darkened instantly! Limping, he went to Ursula’s room.

From the doorway, he saw her sitting at her vanity, back to the door, engrossed in her call, oblivious to his presence.

Jaxon was seething with anger.

Whatever the woman said on the other end of the line made Ursula scream, “What do you mean, you’re not my aunt?

Do you think the entire Larkin family

is yours just because you had twins with my dad? I’m telling you, that’s not happening. Jaxon and I are still here, and you better get me those four million dollars…”

The phrase not my aunt’ sent Ursula into a frenzy. She yelled hysterically, “Without me, you’d probably still be washing dishes somewhere, not living the life you have now, you ungrateful…”

“Hello, hello?”

Before she could finish, the woman on the other end hung up.

Furious, Ursula slammed the phone down on the vanity with a thud and began to cough violently.

Then blood splattered across the vanity mirror.

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