The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 895

Mona turned sharply toward Holt. “What’s that supposed to mean, Holt? Did you hear what she said? Fifty thousand a month for Gary and me? That’s not just insulting, it’s humiliating!”

“I’ve been with you all these years. Do you have any idea how much I’ve done for the Tom family? And now she treats me like this?”

Mona was livid.

In just a few short hours, Marie had managed to take everything she hadn’t gotten the last time she came. People always said the eldest Dawson daughter wasn’t someone to be trifled with—but this on another level.

“She’s pregnant,” Holt said, his face dark and drawn.

Clearly, he wasn’t happy about Marie’s behavior tonight either.

“She’s Abraham’s sister, and Lorette’s daughter,” he reminded coldly. “If you don’t give her what she wants tonight, you don’t even want to imagine what’ll happen to the Tom family tomorrow.”

Mona fell silent. Gary did too.

He was right.

Abraham doted on his sister like a lunatic, and Lorette—she adored her children beyond reason.

Even Stella, the adopted one, had been spoiled to the heavens. And Marie was Lorette’s flesh and blood.

“But she’s running the whole Tom family now,” Mona snapped. “What’s left for me and Gary?”

Just hours ago, Marie had taken everything she wanted. The little cash Mona still had tucked away wouldn’t last long.

And then there was her and Reese’s plan—it needed time.

Stella’s belly was growing by the day; they had to finish before she gave birth. Only when her face became identical to Stella’s would they stand a chance of pulling it off.

Once the switch succeeded, her and Reese’s good days would finally begin.

But it all cost money—Reese’s identity change, the surgeries, the planning, everything burned through cash fast. And now Marie had swooped in and, within two hours, completely cut off my finances? Damn it. Has she never seen money before?

The Dawson family was loaded; why did she have to come after what was left of the Toms? There wasn’t much left to take anyway.

Holt sighed. “You’ll just have to endure it for now.”

“Endure it?” Mona’s voice cracked. “How are we supposed to endure this?”

Was he kidding? They were used to tossing around hundreds of thousands without blinking. Now she was supposed to survive on fifty grand a month?

“Dad,” Gary burst out, “Derrick’s gone too far!”

“She’s pregnant,” Holt said again. “Give it a few days—she’ll tire out and lose interest in managing all this.”

Mona froze. Tired… right. She’ll get tired. How had I not thought of that?

A few days in, she’d probably be too exhausted to care. And even if she wasn’t—Mona would make sure she was.

Mona’s face went stiff. Damn it. What does she want those for? Does she plan to audit me? Would she even have the strength for that?

Mona thought bitterly. Fine, let her bask in it for now. Soon, I’ll have a Dawson daughter of my own.

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