Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

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Under Evan’s interference, Dora and Summer ultimately didn’t call the police. He promised he would bring the child back.

On the way back to Mount Lara, Evan got a call from the house. Stella had been taken.

By people from Eirden.

The moment he heard that, a dangerous chill exploded off him.

After hanging up, he immediately made another call.

“Seal off every exit from Mount Lara.”

His voice was low, controlled, and laced with threat.

At the same time, near the entrance to Mount Lara-

Stella’s car slowed.

Several vehicles were blocking the road ahead.

Gray glanced at her. “Miss.”

Stella closed her eyes briefly, then pulled out her phone and called Evan.

He picked up almost immediately.

“I’ll be there in three minutes,” he said.

“Have them move.”

Both of them sounded calm.

But beneath that calm, it felt like something volatile was about to explode.

Evan didn’t respond. He just hung up.

Stella stared at the disconnected line, her expression turning colder.

She closed her eyes again. “Gray, head back.”

“Miss, but-”

“If this thing between him and me doesn’t end completely, it’s always going to be like this.”

And this… this was exactly what she hated most.

She had to return to Eirden before her father’s birthday.

Which meant that no matter what, she had to cut things off with Evan before then.

“Go investigate. Find out who took the baby. Focus on Summer.”

Gray nodded. “Understood.”

A missing baby… and no ransom call?

No one randomly steals a newborn for no reason.

Anyone with half a brain could guess this had Summer written all over it.

Except Evan… with his stubborn, blind loyalty.

Stella got out of the car and walked forward, knocking on the hoods one by one.

No one dared move.

Not until Evan arrived.

Only then did the cars blocking the road slowly clear out.

Evan stepped out of his car, grabbed Stella, and shoved her straight into his Rolls-Royce.

As his car passed Gray’s, Evan glanced at him.

That unmistakable Eirden face.

The look in Evan’s eyes turned even darker.

The drive back to Mount Lara was silent.

Not a single word.

Once inside, Stella sat on the couch.

Evan walked to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a drink.

Then another.

After downing two glasses, he poured a third and walked over, sitting across from her.

He crossed his legs and looked at her.

His gaze was ice-cold.

“Talk.”

“Where is the child?”

It sounded like a question.

But the way he asked it… made it clear he had already decided she was guilty.

Stella let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “You’re asking me?”

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“Stella, that’s a newborn.”

His voice was tight with restrained anger.

Before she could respond, he continued-

“Do you have any idea how fragile a newborn is?

“One of them is still in the ICU right now. Do you understand what that means? Even the slightest thing could kill them.

“You really had the nerve to take a baby that small?

“What if something happens?”

One question after another, each one hitting harder than the last.

His tone was accusatory. Certain. Unwavering.

Stella fell silent.

Evan tilted his head back and drained the rest of his drink.

Then he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

When he looked at her again-

There was no warmth left in his eyes.

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