The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249 Brewing Trouble

It wouldn’t even be an exaggeration to say Marie had already gone crazy

Eddie sucked in a sharp breath.

ing to find Stella.

He turned to Abraham. “Listen, let me explain. I really think this is a misunderstanding. Ell go find her right now.”

He was so anxious he was practically spinning in circles,

That damn tomboy… Always causing trouble everywhere she goes,

Even though he was furious, she was still his sister. What could he do? Let her screw things up in front of Abraham and get herself killed?

At a moment like this, if Stella really got taken away. Eddie didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.

As he turned to leave-

Abraham’s cold voice rang out behind him. “Beat her.”

Abel immediately replied, “Understood.”

Eddie shuddered from head to toe.

Come on. Abraham, leave it to me. I’ll handle it, no need for you to get involved.”

“Besides, Stella doesn’t like seeing your violent side. You know that. Back then, when she saw you kill someone, she almost had a mental breakdown.”

At that moment, Eddie still didn’t know that Stella had witnessed another incident the night before.

But this time, she hadn’t run away- and she hadn’t shut down, either,

Abraham leaned back against the armrest, staring at Eddie. Their eyes met, and Eddie’s entire body tensed up again.

Abraham said coolly. “Evie could use a good lesson.”

Eddie blinked.

A lesson?Coming from Abraham, that usually meant something nobody could handle.

Abraham turned to Abel. “Teach her a lesson she won’t forget.”

“Yes, sir, Abel said with a nod.

Eddie’s mouth twitched.

Teach her a lesson? Knowing Abraham, she might survive, but she wouldn’t come out of it in one piece.

God help us. What the hell was Evie thinking, getting mixed up with Marie?

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Abel was about to leave when Eddie grabbed him. “Wait a second, Abel. How exactly are you planning to teach her a lesson“?”

Abel answered calmly, “Beat her until she’s black and blue. How about that?”

Eddie’s eyelid twitched. “Just that?”

Abel said, “Considering you’re her brother, I’ll go easy on her.”

Hoki on-

“Evie’s skin is so dark. Making her bruises visible is gonna take some serious force, isn’t it?”

If they really bruised Evie badly enough to show on her skin, she might have to go straight to Hamlin to get her face fixed.

“Look, don’t go too hard on her, okay? She’s the only sister I have. Let me handle her myself. I promise I’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget.

Abel pulled away from his grip. “Even Dr. Evie can’t be reached right now. How exactly do you plan on making her submit?”

Eddie stood there, at a loss for words.

That damned girl.

Abel was already walking off.

Eddie quickly pulled out his phone and tried calling Evie. Just like Abel said, the call wouldn’t go through. He tried another number–same result.

Eddie was so mad he started pacing in circles.

When the hell did that idzot shake hands with Marie?

Helping Marie pull a stunt like this?

During the time they had been away from Fleule, what on earth had happened between Marie and Evie?

Not long after Stella returned to her room

Abraham came in. Hearing the door, Stella turned around, her cheeks still flushed pink

Clearly, she still hadn’t recovered from Eddie’s awkward conversation earlier.

Abraham leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Still that scared?”

Stella looked up at him with big, pitiful eyes but said nothing

Abraham let out a small sigh, walked over, and pulled her into his arms. “You little thing.”

He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

Their eyes met. He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips. “No need to hide anymore, okay?”

Stella said nothing.

Abraham stayed with her for a long while before finally leaving.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Stella called out, “Come in.”

The housekeeper entered. “Miss, there’s a young gentleman named Reed here to see you.”

Stella froze..

Reed?

“Is he young or old?”

Thinking about what Patrick had said yesterday on Pluehville Hill – promising her anything she wanted–she found it laughable.

They really think I care about their scraps! The problem was never about resources or fairness.

She had never cared how much they favored Lilian or how they neglected her.

Everything that had happened now had nothing to do with whether they had been good parents or good brothers to her.