Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 626

“Stella.”

The single word made Jaxon’s breath catch in his throat.

He knew why she was calling. It wasn’t just about an apology—there was more to it.

He wanted her to get his mom out. He’d even confronted Blaise Larkin about it.

Who would’ve thought that a father—his own flesh and blood—could be so cold, so heartless? Now, Blaise spent all his time and energy on his new family.

And Stella’s indifference right now was the last straw. All the self-control Jaxon had left snapped. “Stella, she’s your mom. That woman from outside has taken her place. You’re really okay just watching this happen—”

“The one who let that woman take her place was Ursula,” Stella replied, her voice light, almost bored.

Jaxon clenched his jaw. “I know it was Ursula. That’s why I kicked her out of the Larkin house.”

“With her health, you know she won’t last long out there. She’s paid more than enough for what she did, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that enough to make things right for you?”

He sounded desperate, as if kicking Ursula out was some grand gesture he’d done for Stella’s sake.

Stella just snorted. “Whether I’m satisfied or not isn’t your concern, is it?”

“You—”

“Enjoy your upcoming circus of a life, Jaxon. Oh, and by the way? I heard Lola Zeller took your son and skipped off to Ferrowland. Apparently, she’s shacked up with some guy named Dandy.”

She let that hang in the air.

“Your son, your money. Have fun.”

Jaxon was speechless.

If there was ever a phrase that could cut deeper than a knife, that was it. And before he could even catch his breath, Stella hung up on him.

…

Ronald came in just as she was finishing her call. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and warm. “Larkin family again?”

Stella nodded. “Yeah. Jaxon says Ursula’s out, and I guess Mrs. Lawson’s probably been sentenced, too.”

Judging from how panicked Jaxon sounded, it must’ve been serious.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, giving a crooked smile. “You know, your words are sharper than a chef’s knife.”

Stella shrugged. “Not sharp enough, if you ask me.”

Those people loved to toy with others, to poke at their weakest spots. She was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. And honestly? This was nothing compared to what they’d done before.

“So, why’d you come up here?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I want you to try on your dress. Come on.” Ronald pulled her close as they headed out the door.