Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1142

"What are you doing?" Susanna snapped. "Are you really going to give me a gastric bypass?"

"Are you actually listening to the garbage coming out of his mouth?" Hull retorted.

At that moment, Hull deeply regretted asking Mr. Quinn to transfer Barnaby to his team.

What kind of idiot had he taken on?

Back when the transfer happened, Ronald had explicitly warned him that Barnaby was incredibly obnoxious.

Ronald had even said that with Finley Yoder already around, there was no way he could tolerate a second loudmouth.

Hull realized he must have lost his mind that day.

He didn't know Finley very well, so he had figured, how annoying could one guy's mouth really be?

Now, he desperately wanted to ship Barnaby right back to Mr. Quinn.

"Then tell me, what did you mean?" Susanna pressed.

"I..." Hull started.

"Nothing to say?" she shot back. "Do you really think I eat too much?"

Her eyes welled with sudden, stinging tears. "You're filthy rich! Are you afraid I'm going to eat you into bankruptcy?"

Hull felt a headache coming on.

"No," he sighed.

He was never good at explaining things to begin with, and with Barnaby stirring the pot, it was even harder to find the right words.

He shot another lethal glare at Barnaby.

Finally realizing he had messed up, Barnaby shrank back, hovering by the door like a kicked puppy.

"Then what's the issue?" Susanna asked.

"I suspect you have a tumor," Hull said bluntly.

Susanna froze.

Barnaby and Silas exchanged stunned looks.

Hearing those words, the color drained from everyone's faces.

A tumor?

Panic gripped Susanna. "Wait, why would you think that?"

A tumor? How was that possible? "I haven't felt sick or anything!"

If someone had a tumor, wouldn't they feel terrible?

She felt perfectly fine. Hull declaring she had a tumor just didn't make any sense.

Barnaby blinked.

A chill ran down her spine.

She looked at him numbly. When he stayed silent, she trembled. "Do I really have a tumor?"

"But how? I was perfectly fine! Why would I get a tumor?"

"That's one hell of a greedy tumor," Barnaby muttered.

"Will you shut up?" Silas groaned.

Was this really the time for jokes? Silas was completely exasperated with Barnaby.

He could mouth off about anything else, but not this. Didn't he have any common sense?

Whatever...

If the idiot understood social cues, the boss wouldn't have ordered Silas to beat him up so many times over the years.

Sadly, no amount of beatings ever seemed to fix his mouth.

Susanna was in full-blown panic mode now. "Will I need surgery for the tumor? I'm so scared!"

At the thought of being cut open, thick tears began rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't be afraid," Hull comforted her.

Percy, the doctor, nodded in agreement. "Yes, don't worry. There's no need for surgery right now."