The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 879

“She believed it?”

Hearing Derrick say that Marie believed the child was his, Dan actually sounded doubtful. Just like that, she believed it?

“She really bought it?”

“Yeah. So don’t worry—at least she won’t beat you over the kid anymore.”

She wouldn’t hit him because of the child anymore.

Whether she’d find other reasons to beat him, though—that was another story.

Dan finally started to believe it.

He’d been planning to track Derrick and Marie down to get this whole mess straightened out. After all, he’d lost so much because of her these past few weeks.

No one could convince him there wasn’t still bad blood there.

Now that Dale had taken care of the entire Artemis family—Ashen Pact’s most hated pest finally gone—Dan naturally needed to shift his focus.

But when he heard Derrick say Marie had accepted the child as his, curiosity got the better of him.

“So… how bad did she beat you?”

His tone dripped with barely suppressed glee.

He couldn’t forget how Marie had pounded him over this same thing, over and over again.

The way she’d looked at him, like touching her had been some unforgivable sin.

He still had scratch marks all over his face.

So if he’d ended up like that, Derrick had to be worse—no way he’d gotten off easy.

Before Derrick could even answer, Dan kept going. “You at the hospital right now?”

“How many departments are you seeing? Orthopedics and dermatology for sure, right? What about internal medicine?”

That kind of crazy meant he’d know.

The first time she’d gone off on him, he’d had to register for both orthopedics and dermatology.

Not to mention she’d messed something up inside him too—his stomach, yeah.

For an entire week after she’d beaten him, everything he ate came right back up.

Three departments. Three! So what about Derrick?

“You should be grateful,” Dan said smugly. “If I hadn’t taken the heat for you all that time, you’d be dead by now.”

“I can take a hit, sure—but I lost half my damn life in the process!”

He said it with the tone of someone pretending to comfort, but clearly enjoying every word.

It didn’t even cross his mind that they were supposed to be enemies; the way he talked, it was pure salt in the wound.

“So, which hospital are you in? I’ll bring you some supplements,” Dan added.

Supplements, yeah right. He just wanted to see what kind of shape Derrick was in.

Then she hung up hard.

Derrick sighed. What did Sebastian do this time?

Meanwhile, Dan was still rambling on, but Derrick finally cut him off. “I didn’t get hit.”

Silence.

A solid five seconds of stunned silence.

Then Dan’s brain seemed to glitch. “What?”

“I’m not like you,” Derrick said lightly. “I’ve got power through my child.”

Dan went silent.

Marie froze.

When she heard Derrick toss out “power through my child,” she rolled her eyes at him hard. Unbelievable. Is he seriously trying to stab Dan right in the chest with that line? Is this his idea of fun—rubbing it in?

And sure enough—

On the other end, Dan nearly lost it.

The smug, self-satisfied grin on his face disappeared the second Derrick said, “I didn’t get hit,” and, “She’s just using that pregnancy as her shield.”

His tone dropped low and dark. “You’re telling me… she didn’t hit you?”