The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 886

Just like Dan, Sebastian was also grumbling non-stop.

Derrick answered the phone while walking alone down a narrow path late at night.

“What are you doing?”

“Forty miles—forty miles, do you even know what that’s like? On a highway at least I could run; here I can’t even do that!”

Sebastian was livid. “I must have been out of my mind to think about saving you—someone with no conscience at all.”

“If I hadn’t saved you, your sister-in-law wouldn’t be treating me like this!”

“Because of you, I’m being targeted, and you still won’t save me!”

He was already so angry that he was practically shouting into the phone at Derrick.

Of course, if Derrick had been standing next to him, he wouldn’t have dared...

But right now, he simply couldn’t hold it in.

What kind of older brother treats his younger brother like this? I treat him like family, and he treats me like some alien? How did I end up with a brother like this...

Derrick said calmly, “Just bear with it; it’s only this once. Next time it won’t happen again, okay?”

“Next time I’m not saving your ass! Let them beat you half to death—hell, let them kill you, I still won’t save you!”

Sebastian was beyond furious now, unloading a torrent of anger at Derrick.

Meanwhile, Derrick was having dinner with Marie and Abraham Stella.

Abraham doted on Stella shamelessly.

Whenever there was something tasty, he’d personally feed it right into her mouth...

Ever since coming back to Falvaria, Stella had been living in comfort and luxury.

Of course, life in the Dawson family hadn’t been much different either.

She might have been only a foster child, but who in the Dawson family hadn’t spoiled her? And really... she deserved to be spoiled.

She’d been so adorable as a child.

Out of habit, Marie slid the plate of fish over to Stella.

“The fish is good tonight; try it.”

“Okay.”

Stella nodded obediently.

She wasn’t a picky eater; she could eat just about anything.

Though, when she was younger, feeding her had been a battle—you had to chase her with a spoon.

Later, during her growth spurt, she could eat like crazy. How crazy?

She would eat so much her stomach hurt and end up in the hospital!

The fish Marie had placed in her bowl hadn’t even been touched before Abraham picked it up.

“Let me check for bones.”

Derrick raised a brow. “Come on, she’s old enough now. Don’t tell me she still can’t spit out a bone?”

Derrick fell silent. Wait, what’s with that look? Am I not supposed to say anything?

What’s gotten into me? And why is it contagious? Marie ignored him completely.

He’d said it already—Stella was grown; she didn’t need this kind of coddling anymore. And honestly, did she even need it at all? Forget it... just stop talking. Every time she’s around, whatever I say ends up being wrong anyway.

“I’m just worried something might happen to him.”

He trudged down the mountain road, nothing but darkness ahead—and forty more miles of it.

He might not even make it by morning.

“Then go walk with him,” Marie said.

Derrick stayed silent.

“Besides, he’s a grown man. Stop babying him like he’s fragile or something, coming up with excuses about safety?”

He fell silent. Yeah, that line didn’t even convince him, let alone her.

Sebastian was still fuming right now.

Anyone dumb enough to go near him at this moment would definitely get chewed out.

Derrick decided to say nothing more.

“Alright, enough. Eat up. We’ll head back to the Tom family’s after,” Marie said.

“Back to the Tom family?” Derrick asked.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t we go back? I married you; I’m your wife; shouldn’t we be living there?”

Derrick went silent.

At her words, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He glanced at Stella instinctively, wondering what those two had been saying upstairs just a little while ago.