Chapter 97 So Many Illnesses So Little Time
The moment Susan heard that Stella couldn’t be sent away. she got angry.
Jonathan said, “We might need to figure out what’s going on with her first.”
“What do you mean, what’s going on? She grew up in the countryside–what could she possibly have?”
“But the people she knows aren’t ordinary. Ethan said that the guy at Kingston Heights clearly had status, and it didn’t look like he and Stella had just met. And then there’s Eddie, and her studio.”
All of them were people with serious connections.
She was just a young girl, yet she ran such a large studio.
Who gave her that much money to get it off the ground. Hearing Jonathan lay it out like that, even Susan’s eyes flickered with doubt
It seemed like maybe she had never really understood her own daughter.
“Then look into it. And quickly.” Susan said. Tonight, Stella had nearly cost Lillian her life–they couldn’t afford to let her stay in Rivermount too long.
Jonathan nodded. “Got it.”
Just as the two of them were about to say more, the alarm from the monitors in the hospital room suddenly went off
Jonathan and Susan locked eyes; both of their faces changed instantly. Then they rushed into the room.
Lillian lay on the bed, eyes shut, face pale as a ghost,
The rapid beeping from the machine had Susan completely panicked. “Lillian! Lillian! Get a doctor!”
Lillian opened her eyes weakly and grabbed Susan’s hand. “Mom… it hurts so much.”
That one sentence shattered Susan’s heart
With Stella acting so arrogantly tonight, Ethan and Jonathan were definitely going to dig into the man at her side. Meanwhile, at Verdant Villa, Stella was wrapped in Abraham’s arms; he held her close with one hand at her waist,
The other gently lifted a lock of her long hair.
He seemed to love having her sit on his lap–and ever since they were little, he’d always liked holding her like this.
But now, Stella felt uneasy. “Abraham, this…”
What am I even supposed to say? She had no clue.
They’d already had this talk so many times lately–about growing up, about how things between them couldn’t be the same
anymore.
But it was like Abraham didn’t hear it at all, Or maybe he just tuned it out on purpose.
Stella felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
Abraham said, “The one you love? Who is it?”
is fingers curled around a strand of her hair as he asked, amused.
Stella’s mind went blank, her cheeks instantly flushed red. How could the world be this ironic? He just happened to walk in and hear that line
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Chapter 97 So Many Illnesses So Little Time
But despite his soft tome, Stella felt like her nerves were stretched to the breaking point.
“Um… well”
She stammered, completely lost on where to even begin.
“Tell me who’s the one you love, hummm?“
“Can L, not say?”
“Nope. Star has to tell me who it is. I’ll back you up.
Hack me up Il’hat is he even going to back me up on Stella was ready to cry. Like she could say it..
She couldn’t. Saying what was in her heart felt way too risky; she just couldn’t afford it.
“I don’t—I was just making stuff up.”
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“You weren’t?
“Nope, Nothing”
Then why do I feel like there is?”
“You’re seeing things. Really.”
Stella shook her head quickly, terrified to go any further.
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Abraham chuckled softly and let her go, no longer pressing the issue. “Get some sleep. Don’t stay up messing around.”
That “messing around” was aimed squarely at the Reed family and Ethan.
He’d figured it out–Stella was toying with them now.
Those people were probably going through hell emotionally; but even if she liked to play, she still shouldn’t stay up all night doing it.
Abraham left the room, and when Stella realized he wasn’t going to keep asking, she finally let out a breath of relief.
Abel saw him come out and respectfully stepped forward. “Mr. Abraham.
Abraham lit a cigarete, as he walked, “The kid’s grown up–knows how to keep things to herself now.”
His voice was calm but carried weight.
Abel understood exactly what he meant.
“Ms. Dawson’s heart is definitely with you, sir. You don’t need to worry.”
Abraham exhaled a stream of smoke. “Yeah?”
Abel nodded. “Yes”
Hearing that, the corners of Abraham’s mouth lifted in the faintest sinile.
“Speed things up. Rivermount isn’t so great.”
