Chapter 292 

You guys went to see her because of Ursula, right? How did you end up clashing with Mr. Quinn?” 

Mr. Quinn, the man who took Stella in. 

Cloudia couldn’t help but marvel at her fortune. How did she end up with such a good family? Yet here they were, unable to gain a single advantage from it. 

Sometimes, she thought it might’ve been better if she’d been raised by simple folks in the countryside. At least then, they wouldn’t be dealing with all this trouble. 

When it came to Ursula’s situation, Yorick went silent. They both knew it- they hadn’t handled it well. 

Cloudia shook her head, incredulously. “So Mr. Quinn actually pulled a gun on Jaxon, and she still just walked away?” 

That was her own brother. How could Stella be so cold–hearted? 

Was it really just because they hadn’t taken her side two years ago? But that incident hadn’t been Ursula’s fault. Ursula had explained everything clearly. How could they let Stella send her to prison based on a single claim? 

Yorick nodded. “Yes.” 

Hearing that, Cloudia nearly fainted. She had said she was going to feed the rabbits. So, rabbits were more important than her own brother, huh? That ungrateful girl. 

Cloudia’s anger boiled over, and in that moment, she wished she had never given birth to Stella. 

“Ursula’s stuck in Portis City, and Jaxon’s injured now. What a mess!” 

Meanwhile, in Mist Bay, Ronald was once again applying ointment to Stella’s wounds, though she still refused 

to cooperate. 

Once he finished, she burrowed under the covers and wouldn’t come out. 

Ronald gently pulled the blanket down and playfully pinched her rosy cheeks. “You need to get better soon.” 

His tone was a stark contrast to the cold, harsh demeanor he’d shown toward Jaxon. 

Stella mumbled, “And why should I get better?” 

“What do you think?” 

Stella pursed her lips. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t asking that.” 

She spoke hastily, her cheeks growing even redder. 

Ronald chuckled, leaned in, and whispered something in her ear that made her already crimson face freeze. 

She glared at him. “I’m not talking to you anymore.” 

She turned and burrowed back under the covers, her voice muffled. “Don’t pull the covers again; just leave.” 

She couldn’t bear to look at Ronald right now; seeing him made her want to bite him. 

Where was his dignified aloofness, that untouchable aura? It seemed to have vanished. 

He was being downright cheeky. 

Ronald laughed as he stood up. “Alright, I’m leaving. Don’t suffocate under there.” 

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o, go, go.” 

Stella’s voice was full of playful reproach. 

After a while, when it seemed quiet outside, Stella peeked out from under the covers. 

But there was Ronald, arms crossed, standing right by the bed. 

Stella frowned. “Why are you still here?” 

Didn’t he say he was leaving? 

Instinctively, she tried to retreat back under the covers, but Ronald didn’t give her the chance. He scooped her up in one swift motion. 

Stella instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as Ronald pressed a quick kiss to her lips. 

Stella protested, “Watch it, or I’ll bite you.” 

Ronald chuckled, “Okay.” 

He hadn’t left; he was just waiting for a chance to steal a kiss. 

Stella struggled to free herself from his embrace, but his warm presence completely enveloped her. 

Ronald looked into her eyes with a gentle smile. “You’re such a silly girl.” 

And it was that very silliness that somehow managed to wash away the darkness and bloodiness clinging to 

him. 

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