Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 633

Why had Yorick come all the way to Ferrowland?

Sure, part of it was to find Stella. But deep down, he still couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her marry Ronald.

And honestly? He’d needed to get away from all the chaos back in Portis City.

The Quarry family was a mess these days.

His father, Thane Quarry, had shifted all his attention to Hogan. Yorick’s mother was still stuck in the hospital, but Thane barely bothered to visit her anymore.

The sudden appearance of that man had shattered whatever peace the Quarry family had left—gone overnight.

“So this is my punishment, huh?” Yorick finally managed, his voice tight and strained.

Stella didn’t even flinch. “Sorry, but I don’t have time for revenge. You’re in this mess because you spent all your energy chasing love, not learning how to handle real life.”

Yorick was speechless—literally.

Stella kept going. “Do you know why you’re so easily knocked down? Because you’re too full of yourself, Yorick.”

If words could kill, this was it.

Back in Portis City, Yorick had been untouchable. People said he’d taken the Quarry Group to new heights. Sure, in that little city, he was a big deal. But what about outside? Once he left Portis City, who was he, really?

Stella’s words stabbed at him, each one sharper than the last. “Do you have to humiliate me right now?” he asked, barely holding it together.

“Humiliate?” Stella actually laughed. “You think I’m humiliating you?”

She rolled her eyes, as if Yorick’s understanding was just pathetic.

She leaned in, voice icy. “If you’d put even half the effort into the Quarry Group that you wasted pining after Ursula, Hogan wouldn’t have replaced you so easily—not even like swapping out the family dog.”

Yorick felt the word “dog” hit him like a brick to the head. His mind went blank.

“You’re calling me a dog?” he choked out.

This woman. Back in Portis City, she always acted like she was the victim, sharp-tongued and impossible. But even here in Ferrowland, she hadn’t changed a bit.

Sitting up in bed, Stella grabbed her mug of coffee, took a sip, and snorted. “No. I’m saying you’re not even as loyal as a dog.”