The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259 The Price They Owed

Eddie stared at Abraham in disbelief. “If he’s still alive… then why hasn’t he come back to find Marie after all these years?”

Abraham said nothing.

For a moment, a dark shadow flickered through his eyes

In the room upstairs-

The call Stella answered was from an unfamiliar number. It was Susan again, having borrowed yet another phone to reach

her.

God knew how many phones the Reed family had borrowed by now, since their own numbers had already been blocked. Over the line, Susan’s hysterical shrieks filled Stella’s ears. “That’s your real brother! How could you be so heartless!” “Stella, is your heart made of stone? How could you be so cold? You destroyed your own brother’s hands–you–your”

Susan’s anger almost made her faint again.

The moment the call connected, she went insane, bombarding Stella with endless accusations.

Stella’s eyes narrowed. “How would you know if my heart is made of stone? You never tried warming it.”

People said that a heart like stone could never be warmed.

But her heart- The Reed family had never even tried.

They hadn’t warmed it-

“You” Susan choked

they had only shown her, from beginning to end, that blood ties could be colder than anything

Stella said coldly, Jonathan knows very well why he lost his hands.”

“Stella“” Susan screamed, completely losing it.

“And after Lilian was sent overseas,” Stella continued calmly, he didn’t just stop.

Madam Susan, you knew, didn’t you?”

Susan’s breathing stuttered.

“What are you saying?”

“I almost got kidnapped once. You said I was paranoid. But deep down, you knew it was Jonathan’s doing. You just wanted to

cover for him.

Her voice was light.

But the words she spoke-

They made Susan suck in a sharp, audible breath on the other end.

“You… you actually knew?”

Stella caught the slip immediately.

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Stella let out a soft laugh. “Honestly, it’s no surprise. If you’re willing to defend an adopted daughter like Lilian that blindly. why wouldn’t you do even more for your own son?”

Susan protested. “No, that time he was just… confused. I scolded him afterward, I really-

“If I had been successfully kidnapped that day, what would’ve happened to me?”

Susan’s justifications made Stella’s skin crawl.

What a great excuse — you scolded him. What was he, a three–year–old child?

“He tried more than once. Stella said coldly. “Did you ‘scold‘ him each time?”

Susan’s breathing grew more and more erratic.

Stella pressed on. “And when I called the police… you used your influence to shut down the investigation, didn’t you?”

The phone line went silent.

Dead silent.

“And after all that, you still expect me to speak up for him? Save the hands that should’ve been broken long ago?”

Those hands should’ve been broken a long time ago

In fact they had been broken once before.

After Stella realized the police weren’t going to follow through, she had taken matters into her own hands.

That very night, when Jonathan stumbled drunk out of a bar, she had dragged a sack over his head and broken his hands with a baseball bat

Back then, before she left Fleule, she had been Abraham’s sheltered little girl.

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