Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 821

Quinn Castle

Stella was sitting on the edge of the couch, nervously nibbling on her sleeve, her eyes red from crying. When Lottie walked in and heard the full story from the butler, her temper flared instantly.

“Find that witch,” she snapped, her voice sharp as a whip. “I want her name on my desk, and I want it fast.”

The butler nodded, already halfway out the door. “We’ve got folks looking into it as we speak.”

“When you find her, don’t bother bringing her here for tea. Take care of it,” Lottie growled, her jaw clenched tight.

He nodded again and hurried away.

Stella, still sniffling, glanced up at Lottie with anxious eyes. “She’s pregnant,” she whispered.

Lottie rolled her eyes, not missing a beat. “Who cares? You don’t screw around with my family and expect me to care if you’re knocked up. I’ll deal with her myself.”

Stella just stared at her, momentarily speechless.

Lottie was so furious she grabbed the positive pregnancy test sitting on the table and smashed it against the marble countertop.

“In three days, I want that woman dragged in front of Star. Let her explain herself,” Lottie spat, pacing the room like a lioness.

Stella shrank back, startled by the outburst.

Lottie caught herself and softened, hurrying over to sit beside Stella. She reached for her hand, voice gentler. “Honey, you’re pregnant. Your hormones are all over the place. Do you really think your husband would do something like this?”

“You’ve known him since you were both kids,” Lottie added.

Stella’s voice was small. “He’s not picking up my calls.”

Lottie raised an eyebrow. “And that’s got you all worked up, huh?”

Stella hesitated, chewing her lip. Was she worried? Did she trust him?

On the other end, Ronald sounded tense. “Put Star on the phone.”

“She just stopped crying. I finally got her calmed down. When are you coming home?” Lottie demanded.

“I’m already on my way to the airport. Give her the phone.”

Hearing that, Lottie relaxed a little and handed the phone to Stella. “Here, your husband’s coming home.”

She’d been hoping that with Stella pregnant with triplets, she and Ronald wouldn’t be attached at the hip all day. She knew her son—he’d waited years for Stella, and now he was making up for lost time.

She hadn’t expected that the moment he left for a business trip, chaos would erupt at home.

Stella took the phone, pressing it to her ear. Her lips quivered. “Honey,” she said, her voice breaking.

Ronald’s voice was gentle. “Why are you crying? Did someone upset you?”