Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1048

Mona’s brow was already starting to throb. What was Yvonne even getting at? What did she mean by “being wronged,” and what on earth was she planning to do to make sure that didn’t happen?

Yale and Mona were both tense now, every muscle drawn taut.

Tristan felt a headache coming on, his own brow twitching. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that, from now on, I’ll be personally handling all the household matters,” Yvonne announced.

For a moment, Tristan, Yale, and Mona could only stare at her in stunned disbelief.

Personally handling things?

Xander gave Yvonne a sidelong look, thinking: This ragtag Schultz family—what exactly did she think she was going to manage here?

Tristan tried to keep his patience. “Yvonne, can you explain what you mean? I’m not sure I’m following.”

“I mean, I want to be in charge,” Yvonne said simply.

The room fell silent.

In charge. It was a phrase nobody had heard in years, practically a relic. Yet here was Yvonne, dusting it off and declaring it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“And how do you plan on being ‘in charge’?” Tristan pressed.

“I’ll take over managing the money. All the household accounts, every penny spent, will go through me.” She was matter-of-fact, her tone all business. “The economy isn’t great right now—Schultz family or not, we need to start cutting back. We can’t keep spending money hand over fist like before.”

Yvonne sounded completely serious and sincere. But damn if her words didn’t sit wrong with everyone else.

Yale's face turned stormy. “So after all that, you’re just here to ask for more money? What you took last time wasn’t enough? And now you show up demanding more?!”

He glared at her, full of resentment. The way Yale saw it, Xander had all but abandoned the family for years, and he’d slowly convinced himself that the entire Schultz estate would eventually be his. But then Xander had married this brazen woman, and last time they’d already managed to wrest a sizable share for themselves. Yale still hadn’t gotten over that indignity, and now Yvonne was here again—this time wanting to get her hands on the entire family accounts.

“What’s wrong with the two of you? You’re married and you still come crawling to the family for cash? Is there any shame at all?” Yale shot back acidly.

“Over my dead body!” Yale snapped. That damn woman… What was she really after? If she actually took control of the finances, it’d be impossible for anyone to get a cent without her say-so. Yale still thought she was targeting him specifically—he hadn’t caught on to the real purpose yet.

Meanwhile, Mona’s temple was pulsing at the mention of a hundred thousand a month.

“I’m the one managing the household bills now,” Mona shot back, her voice strained. “It’s not right for you to just take over out of nowhere. Your father-in-law and I are still here, you know.”

She was still the elder, after all. Who did this upstart think she was, strutting in to play lady of the house? Sometimes Mona thought the Quinn family’s way of raising children was downright appalling.

Mona mostly wanted to put Yvonne in her place. But she was also warning Tristan—handing the reins over to Yvonne would be an outright affront to her authority.

Yvonne paid her no mind whatsoever. Ignoring both Mona and Yale, she turned straight to Tristan. “Dad, let me be absolutely clear—I brought this up, and I’m not backing down. Whether you like it or not, I’m running this house.”

Yale and Mona could barely speak, rendered furious and speechless.

Tristan’s face darkened; the mood in the room sank like a stone.