Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 886

Even up to today, Black Gate still hadn’t handed the person over. She’d started to wonder if the poor soul had died right there at Black Gate!

But now someone was telling her that person had actually been with her own brother this whole time?

Yvonne let out a long, frustrated sigh.

She was beyond overwhelmed—she felt totally shut down.

…

Ferrowland, the Quinn family estate.

Ronald was in his study, finishing up some paperwork, about to hop on a video call.

That’s when his phone rang. Yvonne.

With his usual cool, collected expression, he answered, “What’s up?”

“Ronald, how could you do this to me? Do you have any idea how stressed I am? I’m practically sick with worry! Why would you do this?”

“I turned Black Gate upside down, I really thought Susanna was dead. I’ve been freaking out, thinking I’d never be able to explain things to Hull. Ugh—”

The more she talked, the more upset she got.

By the end, she just broke down and started crying, full-on sobbing.

Ronald: “…”

“You are unbelievable! What did you see in Black Gate that you just HAD to take? I could’ve helped you! Why’d you have to go about it like this with Susanna?”

She was really losing it now, ranting and crying at the same time.

Clearly, she—just like Xander—figured Ronald must’ve wanted something from Black Gate.

But come on. It’s not like this was the first thing he’d ever wanted.

Over the years, if Ronald had his eye on something, it always ended up in her hands one way or another.

And did they ever need some dramatic excuse, stirring up her anger at Dan, to go after someone? Please. They never needed a reason for anything.

Yvonne had always been tough. She never cried, no matter what happened—except that one time, when Dan died.

That time, though, she didn’t just cry—she lost it completely.

So right now, hearing Yvonne crying on the phone, Ronald pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to fend off a headache.

“You’ve always been angry with Dan, haven’t you?” he said quietly.

She’d been sound asleep, but the phone woke her up. Barely conscious, she picked it up.

“Hello?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Yvonne’s voice came through, agitated: “Star, do you love me or Ronald more?”

Stella: “!!!”

Yvonne: “C’mon, tell me—am I more important to you, or is Ronald?”

Yvonne was nearly shouting now, totally wound up.

Stella was still half-asleep, her brain foggier than ever after Yvonne’s outburst.

Instead of giving a straight answer, she asked, “What happened?”

“Just tell me—who matters more in your heart?”

Stella: “Um… you?”

Wait, why was she even being asked this? Stella was finally starting to wake up, but none of this was making any sense.