Chapter 468
To Ursula, there was no need to be polite anymore. Imogen turned to the security guard standing by and said, “Throw her out.”
“Yes, Mrs. Quarry,” the guards nodded.
Ursula felt a heavy weight in her chest as she watched Imogen barge past her without a second glance, her back straight and proud as she disappeared into the Quarry Manor,
Ursula had dreamt of walking through those doors with her head held high. She believed Yorick’s efforts would eventually grant her that wish. But now, staring at those very doors, she realized that hope was lost.
Two guards approached, ready to lift her wheelchair.
Frantically, Ursula shook her head, “No, don’t touch me. You’re not allowed to touch me.”
The maid who accompanied her stepped forward to intervene but was quickly shoved to the ground by one of the guards.
Ursula struggled desperately. “Don’t touch me! Who gave you the right to touch me? Let go. Let go of me!” “Ms. Larkin,” one guard taunted, “let me remind you, the Larkin family is no more. You’re not the heiress you once were.”
He continued, “Even when the Larkin family was around, you weren’t good enough for Mr. Quarry. Now, it’s more laughable. Know your place. It’s no good for you to keep clinging on.”
Those words were like salt in Ursula’s wounds, bringing a humiliation she had never experienced before.
How did things end up like this?
It was all because of Stella. Everything was because of Stella. She was ruthless. Not only was she hard on her, but she was equally unmerciful to her birth mother.
With the fall of the Larkins, Ursula found herself suffering in the aftermath. Hatred filled her eyes, but she felt utterly helpless. She muttered Stella’s name through gritted teeth, wishing she could bite her to pieces.
If only the heavens would give her one more chance at life, she would never let Stella off the hook. Never!
At Mist Bay, Stella had fallen asleep beside Ronald, exhausted. He turned over, pulling her into his arms. In the darkness, his face, softened with a touch of whiskey–induced warmth, nestled gently into Stella’s neck.
She didn’t know how long she had slept when her phone buzzed against the nightstand. She had forgotten to turn it off before drifting off.
Groggily, she reached out and answered, “Hello?”
Still half–asleep, she wondered who on earth would be calling at this hour.
Susanna’s voice came through the line. “Star, Hull’s got a high fever. His temperature’s through the roof.”
Stella’s eyes snapped open. “What?”
Hull? Fever?
Still caught in a sleepy haze, Stella struggled to comprehend why Susanna would be calling her about Hull’s
fever.
“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to shake the fog from her brain.
Susanna explained, “I gave him some fever–reducing medicine, but it’s not working. What should I do?” Stella’s mind was still sluggish, not just from sleep but from something else that she couldn’t put her finger on.
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In the silence that followed, Susanna called out again, “Star? Star?”
Stella finally replied, “Give him more fever medicine.”
Susanna was stunned. “What?”
Was she serious? More fever medicine could be dangerous. Was Star really saying this? Could this advice possibly come from a sane person?
