Chapter 346 

The Larkin family was in turmoil, and the only person Ursula felt she could rely on was Yorick. 

But Yorick had just walked out the door, leaving her behind. He had heard everything–every word–and didn’t even give her a chance to explain. 

“What on earth happened?” Cloudia asked, her voice tinged with alarm. 

Hearing Ursula say this, Cloudia was also deeply shocked. If Yorick didn’t want Ursula anymore, this wasn’t good news at all, especially with their family in its current state. 

The ladies of high society were all two–faced; not a single one of them had stepped forward to help this time. 

At this moment, Ursula didn’t even know what to say. She could only mutter, “It’s Star, always Star. She took Rick away, Mom. She already has Mr. Quinn. Why does she have to take Rick, too? I have nothing left. Why 

does she treat me like this?” 

Tears streamed down Ursula’s face, dropping like a broken string of pearls. 

Hearing Stella’s name made Cloudia’s face harden with an anger she hadn’t shown before. 

It was her again. Always her! That wretched girl. Why hadn’t she dealt with her back when she had the chance? Cloudia was fuming, practically shaking with rage. 

Ursula cried, “I feel like I’m dying, Mom. I really can’t hold on much longer.” 

She could feel her body deteriorating, her time running out. Without treatment, she was genuinely on the brink. 

“Why won’t she leave me alone now that I’m like this? Why did she have to take Rick away?” 

Despair and hatred welled up in Ursula, threatening to consume her entirely. 

After an eight–hour flight, Stella had been nestled in Ronald’s arms, sleeping like a contented kitten. Her peaceful demeanor was irresistible. 

At one point, Ronald couldn’t help himself and teased her a bit more. Stella, playful yet annoyed, had bitten his shoulder in protest, though Ronald barely felt it. 

As the plane landed, the jolt woke them both. 

Stella opened her bleary eyes, catching sight of Ronald. For a moment, she was dazed, her mind foggy from sleep. Then, as if on instinct, she snuggled closer to him, rubbing her cheek against his chest. 

“I’m hungry,” she murmured. 

She hadn’t eaten much since Xander had whisked her away, and exhaustion had kept her from thinking about food. But now, the hunger pangs made themselves known. 

“Hungry, huh?” Ronald asked, his voice playful with a hint of mischief. 

Stella immediately caught on to his teasing tone, recognizing his cheekiness. 

Annoyed but amused, she pinched his side. “I mean my stomach’s hungry.” 

Ronald captured her wandering hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. 

Her fair skin contrasted with the slight blush on her palm, and he couldn’t help but smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

Stella pulled her hand back quickly, hiding it away. “You…” 

Watching her flustered expression, Ronald kissed her forehead. “What do you want to eat? I’ll take you out for 

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something” 

“Hot wings.” 

Ever since coming to Portis City, hot wings had become Stella’s new favorite. 

Ronald paused, then chuckled. “You’re getting easier to please” 

Back in Ferrowland, the pampered little princess had never settled for anything so simple. 

Stella snuggled closer, her voice taking on a pleading tone. “Please?” 

She was exhausted and in need of a treat. 

“Alright.” Ronald’s voice was deep, his throat tightening slightly. He gently pushed her off him, standing up. “Let’s get going.” 

If they didn’t hurry, they’d end up stuck on the plane for several more hours… 

Stella pouted, reluctantly getting up. 

Ronald handed her a fresh set of clothes, helping her into a sweater, her small hands slipping into the sleeves. 

Worried she might be cold, he added a vest underneath before helping her into a coat. 

“I can dress myself, you know,” Stella mumbled. 

Ronald paused, his hands lingering on the coat’s collar. A teasing smile spread across his face as he ruffled her hair. “I keep forgetting you’ve grown up.” 

Stella’s cheeks flushed. How could he forget something like that? 

Her mind wandered briefly to the past, to when she was a child. Back then, Ronald used to dress her for school every morning while she mumbled sleepily, too groggy to do it herself. Despite always being late, she could never fully wake up on her own. 

Just as Ronald finished helping her, Idris knocked on the door. “Sir, are you up?” 

Throughout the entire flight, Idris and the others had kept their distance, knowing better than to interrupt. 

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