Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 798

During that time in Portis City, Stella couldn’t stop thinking—if she ever had the chance to go back to the Quinn family, she’d never leave again. If anyone ever dared to threaten her again, well, she’d make sure they regretted it. No one really knew how crushingly lonely Stella had been during her days in Portis City.

Ronald asked her, “So, you’ll come back after the baby’s born?”

“No way,” Stella pouted, her lips jutting out in that stubborn way. She flat-out refused to move out—she wanted to stay right there with her mom and her sister. Ronald felt another headache coming on.

“You know, if your mom comes back, we’ll have to sleep in separate rooms. You sure about this?”

Stella just grinned. “You could always sneak in through the window!”

Ronald stared. “Climb through the window?!”

Yeah, right.

Honestly, Ronald and Stella were in that sweet, can’t-stand-to-be-apart phase, and the idea of sleeping in different rooms was torture. He tried everything to coax her into moving out with him—he just wanted a space for the two of them, their own little world.

Meanwhile, on Susanna’s side of things…

Hull had given up on training her. Silas and Barnaby stood in one of the wooden cabins and watched from the window as Hull gently scooped Susanna up and carried her over to a deck chair on the beach.

Barnaby nudged Silas. “Didn’t big bro used to say you gotta be tough, gotta push yourself?”

“So what’s this now? No more training?”

Silas shot him a look, tired of Barnaby’s constant need for gossip. “I think our brother’s decided to protect her himself now.”

Back when Hull and Susanna weren’t officially together, and the Black Gate was still a nightmare, Hull had insisted Susanna learn to protect herself—she needed to survive on her own before going back to that hellhole.

But things were different now. Susanna was Hull’s girl. As long as she could throw a punch or two, maybe run fast if she had to, that was enough. Hull would handle the rest.

Barnaby stroked his chin, mulling that over. “Guess he finally gets it. Looks like we’re about to become nannies, huh.”

“Nannies?” Silas’s eye twitched, alarm bells ringing in his head.

“Yeah. Big bro didn’t even make her take her meds,” Barnaby said, matter-of-fact.

Out on the beach, Susanna had twisted her ankle—badly. It was already swelling up, and when Hull gently touched it, she yelped, “Ow—ow, ow, ow!”

Hull’s face darkened. “It’s out of place. I have to pop it back in. Hold on.”

Susanna’s eyes widened. “Wh-what do you mean, pop it—?”

Before she could finish, there was a sharp crack, followed by her scream.

“AHHH—”

Oh, God, that hurt. She never wanted to see her foot again.

From the cabin, all Silas and Barnaby could see was Hull’s back as he leaned over Susanna. Then they heard her scream.

Silas winced. Barnaby’s eyes went wide. After a moment, Barnaby said, “Yeah, better start learning those baby care basics. Fast.”