Chapter 290 

Just look at Finley’s legs–probably still not healed even after these few days. 

Now, when it’s a matter of life and death, he remembered he’s her biological brother? Who was it before, endlessly oppressing her for Ursula’s sake? Even today, he’s only here for Ursula’s survival. 

No idea what bad luck she must have had in a past life to end up stuck with this kind of blood relation in this 

one. 

Ronald’s hand moved to his waist. 

“Star, listen, just let me explain,” Jaxon began, trying to diffuse the escalating situation. 

Stella noticed Ronald’s movement too. She slipped out of his embrace in a hurry. “Oh, I just remembered- I haven’t fed my bunny yet. I should get on that. You guys carry on and talk.” 

She knew her presence would only add fuel to the fire. 

brick and Jaxon were left speechless. Jaxon was on the brink of losing his life, and she was off to feed a rabbit? 

As Stella dashed out the door, Jaxon called after her, “Stella.” 

But she was already gone, like a breeze, leaving no trace behind. 

Yorick shrugged, helpless. Jaxon’s heart sank. 

This girl… was she really going to leave him to die here? 

Jaxon turned his terrified gaze to Ronald. 

Ronald was casually spinning a gun in his hand, a deadly toy in an expert’s grip.. 

Before Jaxon could fully process the movement, the cold barrel pressed against his forehead with a foreboding click. 

“Mr. Quinn, please, calm down. Let me explain,” Jaxon stammered, sweat pouring down his brow. 

Regret flooded through him. Coming to Stella was nothing short of a death wish. 

Yorick stepped forward. “Mr. Quinn-” 

Bang! 

With a single sound, the air fell silent for just a moment before erupting completely with Jaxon’s piercing 

screams. 

Stella was halfway down the main driveway when she heard Jaxon’s cries. Her body tensed momentarily, but then she sighed with relief. 

If he could still scream, Ronald hadn’t killed him. 

Maybe just half–killed him. 

Jaxon clutched his hand in agony, pain radiating through his body. 

Ronald glanced at the gun’s barrel, his voice cold and sharp, like a winter wind. “Two years ago, wasn’t it this hand you used to throw her?” 

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Jaxon’s heart clenched. 

Hearing Ronald’s words, he immediately realized Ronald was referring to the time Stella had hit Ursula. Back then, the scene had been chaotic. Enraged, he had grabbed Stella and thrown her aside. She had slammed into the corner of a cabinet with her back, her face turning pale. 

How had Ronald found out? Did Stella tell him? 

12:45 

Was this Ronald’s way of avenging his sister? 

Jaxon’s breath came in ragged gasps. 

Before he could utter a word, Ronald shifted his aim to Jaxon’s other hand. “And this hand, weren’t you about to slap her with it?” 

Jaxon shook his head frantically. “No, I didn’t.” 

In truth, he never landed a slap on Stella. She was a little tigress, impossible to pin down. She’d turned the place upside down that day. Aside from that one push that injured her, he hadn’t laid a finger on her. 

With Ronald’s gun pointed at him again, Jaxon’s breath quickened. “Mr. Quinn, she’s still my sister. I…” 

Bang! 

Another scream tore from Jaxon’s throat, cutting his words short. 

Meanwhile, Stella had reached the main building and was too far to hear Jaxon’s second scream. When the second gunshot rang out, her heart skittered with uncertainty. 

Had Ronald finally decided to end Jaxon’s life?