Chapter 642

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The two women who’d been gossiping fell silent and stared at Stella.

The one who’d just been doused with water recognized her, lips trembling. “You, you’re “

She looked nervous, suddenly unsure what to say. After all, everyone in Ferrowland knew the Quinn family’s status. No one wanted to mess with them.

The other woman, though, clearly didn’t recognize Stella-she’d probably only heard her name in whispers and rumors. Without missing a beat, she yanked her friend behind her and glared at Stella. “Are you out of your mind or something?” Stella’s eyes, cold as winter, barely flickered as she looked up at her.

Then, she raised her empty coffee mug and, with a sharp thud, smashed it right into the woman’s cheek.

A dull crack echoed through the air, and the woman dropped to the floor, clutching at her face, pain written all over her. “What the hell? What’s wrong with you? I swear, I’m gonna kill you!”

Her friend stood frozen, still processing what had just happened, while the woman who’d been hit scrambled to her feet and lunged at Stella.

But before she could even reach her, Stella coolly hiked up her dress, planted her heel, and drove a solid kick straight into the woman’s stomach.

The woman doubled over, gasping, agony etched across her face. “You crazy bitch! Do you have any idea who my dad is?”

Stella looked her up and down. “Oh, really? Why don’t you tell me? Save me the trouble of looking up which family you belong to.”

Her voice was sharper than ever, dangerous and low.

She knew her relationship with Ronald would always be judged by others. But when it came to her parents’ reputation, she wouldn’t stand for anyone dragging their names through the mud.

“What kind of freak are you?” the woman spat, struggling to rise again, cheeks already swelling where the mug had hit.

She tried to rush Stella once more, but before she got close, someone else intervened.

Yvonne arrived out of nowhere, and without hesitation, landed a swift kick to the woman’s side, sending her sprawling again. To add insult to injury Yvonne hurled her plate of mashed potatoes and gravyright at the woman’s head.

Now, with her face already throbbing from the mug, the warm, sticky food splattered across her forehead, and the woman let out a howl of agony.

Yvonne quickly pulled Stella behind her, shielding her. The woman who’d been soaked with water finally snapped out of her daze. When she saw who’d come to Stella’s defense, her eyes widened in fear. “Princess Yvonne…” sŵnovel

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Yvonne’s gaze was icy as she took in the chaos. She could guess exactly what these two women had been up to—gossiping, no doubt.

“So,” Yvonne said, her voice cold and steady, “what were you talking about just now?”

The woman on the floor, still reeling from the pain, looked like she wanted to fight back. But the mention of “Princess Yvonne” made her freeze. Her face went pale as a sheet, and she sank back down, defeated.

The drenched woman, caught in Yvonne’s glare, grew visibly more anxious. “We’re sorry. It was out of line. We deserve whatever’s coming.” She slapped herself across the face, desperate and terrified.

There was no way she’d repeat what they’d been saying, especially not in front of Yvonne. That would ruin her family for good.

But Stella stepped out from behind Yvonne, her voice steady and cold: “They said

I was my mom’s illegitimate daughter. And that Ronald was just some stray we picked up.”

The mention of Ronald’s name sent

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Yvonne’s eyes narrowed even further. The woman cowered under her gaze. “Princess Yvonne, we really are sorry. We swear. We know we messed up. Please —” she stammered, apologizing again and again.

But Yvonne turned to Stella. “Star?”

Stella’s face was stone cold-she wasn’t accepting any apology.

How could she? This wasn’t just idle gossip. No one was allowed to slander the Quinn family.

Just then, Ronald and Idris arrived on the scene, catching the tail end of Stella’s words: “Not every mistake can be wiped away with three little words: ‘I’m sorry.”

Her tone was icy, her eyes hard. “We’re all adults here. Some mistakes come with real consequences.”

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