Chapter 527

Anastasia glanced at her and smiled faintly. “It’s fine, Grandma. If Stella wants to stay here, let her.”
She turned to a maid. “Go prepare a room for Miss Stella.”
“I want to stay next to Uncle Harrison!” Stella immediately demanded.
“No,” Anastasia replied. Content orıginally comes from.net
“Why not?!” Stella stared at her defiantly.
Anastasia met her gaze with a lazy, careless smile. “Because Mr. Lancaster and I need to live as a married couple. If the walls are thin, it wouldn’t be appropriate for a child like you to overhear things.”
It took Stella a few seconds to understand her meaning. Her face instantly turned beet red, steam practically rising from her head. “You… How can you be so shameless?!”
Anastasia said coolly, “Your Uncle Harrison is my husband. Things like that are perfectly normal. Why should I be ashamed?”
Stella looked like a ripe tomato about to fall off the vine.
Just then, Harrison approached with steady steps, his expression neutral. He directly addressed the maid, “Prepare a room for her on the third floor.”
Stella snapped back to her senses and was about to protest when he shot her a warning. “Want to keep making a scene?”
His imposing demeanor instantly silenced her, forcing her to be obedient.
But he wasn’t finished. Harrison looked at her, his voice icy. “You can stay, but if you say one more disrespectful word to your aunt, I will have you thrown out and sent back to Riverton!”
Stella looked up in disbelief, pointing a finger at Anastasia, her heart filled with grievance. “Uncle Harrison! For this vixen, you—”
Harrison’s eyes turned frigid. “Logan, book a flight for Miss Stella. Send her back to Riverton.”
Logan moved to comply without a moment’s hesitation.
Only then did Stella realize he was serious. Her face changed instantly. “No! Uncle Harrison, I was wrong-!”
Harrison’s expression remained cold and unmoved. But then, a soft hand tugged at his arm.
He turned to see Anastasia.
“Hubby, let it go. How about we give her one more chance?” she said, her voice as soft as her touch.
Harrison’s stern features melted at once. He took her hand, completely ignoring Stella’s presence. “If you don’t like her, we can just send her back Don’t force yourself to put up with it.”
His tone was gentle and doting, a stark contrast to the coldness he’d shown Stella.
Stella’s disbelief intensified. Her eyes widened. *What did Uncle Harrison just say?! I’m his beloved niece!*
She shot a desperate look at the old lady who showed no reaction as if words were perfectly
normal.
She then looked at Marcus, who gave her a look of profound pity.
*He understood. He completely understood.* He too had once overestimated his own importance, thinking that as Harrison’s childhood best friend, he surely mattered more than some new wife.
…And then reality had slapped him in the face. Repeatedly.
Now, it was Stella’s turn.