Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

"What?"

"You put pressure on the hospital, didn't you?"

Yorick's question was blunt, his tone barely concealing his frustration.

Imogen retorted, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Mother!"

"How much longer does she have to live with all her ailments? Why would I bother meddling in her affairs?"

Imogen's anger flared, her words harsh and sharp.

After giving Yorick a piece of her mind, she abruptly ended the call.

Hearing the 'beep beep' sound from the phone, Yorick looked at Cloudia with furrowed brows, "It can't be her."

From what Imogen just said, it was clear.

Cloudia pondered, "Then who else could it be?"

Besides Imogen, who seemed to wish Ursula would drop dead at any moment? Who else could it be? Right... Stella.

The thought of Stella turned Cloudia's face pale.

"It's Stella. It has to be her, no doubt."

If she could mess with the Larkin Group, she could certainly target Ursula.

Hearing Stella's name, Yorick's demeanor turned even colder.

Cloudia was frantic. "Rick, you have to save Ursula. What does Stella want, exactly?"

Wasn't causing a major headache for the Larkin Group enough? Did she really want Ursula dead?

Yorick replied, "I'll handle this."

Cloudia was beside herself with worry. It was only now that she realized what Stella meant to her. She had always thought of Stella as a country bumpkin, lacking real skills or sophistication.

But now, this supposedly insignificant person was causing her this much distress.

Yorick instructed, "You head back first."

"They want Ursula discharged first thing in the morning, Rick. She's practically sending Ursula to her grave," Cloudia said, choking up. Yorick nodded. "I know."

At that moment, Yorick, too, was struggling to contain his anger, taking a while to persuade Cloudia to leave.

He then called Orion over. "Where do Stella and Mr. Quinn live?"

Orion replied, "In a secluded wooden house up on the hillside."

That house on the hillside?

It's a place that had never been open to the public, befitting the heir of the Lugar family. Always the best.

The thought of Stella growing up in the Lugar family made Yorick feel even more suffocated.

He realized he had forgotten to mention this to Cloudia, but he had to deal with Ursula's situation first. "Let's go."

Yorick stood up, grabbing his coat.

Orion looked at him, puzzled. "Where to?"

He couldn't possibly be going to Stella

with Mr. Quinn likely there, w

is hour, could he?

see

this akin to seeking death

Stella, perhaps due to the afternoon drinks, had fallen into a soft sleep after Ronald received a call and left.

She always felt so lethargic after

drinking, barely able to keep her eyes open. Half-awake, she thought she heard someone calling her from

outside.

But she was too tired and turned over to sleep again.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Yorick and Orion found themselves in a predicament.

Orion warned, "Sir, won't this anger Mr. Quinn?"

Yorick retorted, "What other choice do we have?"

It was undoubtedly Stella's doing, and her phone was unreachable. Other than shouting, there seemed to be no other option.

"Stella," he called out loudly.

Orion sighed inwardly, feeling like his life was on the line tonight.

Yorick continued shouting for three minutes with no response, his anger mounting.

Just as he was about to shout again, a car engine roared behind them, its headlights illuminating the area.

Yorick turned to see Idris stepping out of the car, respectfully opening the door for the man in the back seat.

Ronald emerged, exuding an aura of menace, with Hull following closely behind.

Orion exchanged worried looks with his boss. This was bad- really bad!

Ronald's already cold gaze turned icy as he spotted Yorick. "What are you doing here?"

Yorick clenched his jaw, taking a moment to assess Ronald. His gaže finally settled on the few drops of blood on Ronald's scarf, causing his breath to catch.