There was a knock at the door.Marianne’s voice came from outside.“Sir, Mrs. Wright and Miss Fiona are here.”Stella stopped struggling.In the dim room, the air around her turned noticeably colder.A slow, mocking laugh slipped from her lips.“Looks like they’re here to settle the score. Let go.”She moved to get up.In that moment, she looked like a warrior stepping onto a battlefield.She wasn’t avoiding this.After everything that had happened, there was nothing left to preserve.Evan felt a headache forming.He grabbed her wrist.“Lie down.”He reached over, turned on the bedside lamp, and pushed her back under the covers.“Stay here. I’ll handle it.”He had no intention of letting her go downstairs.If she did, there was no telling how ugly it would get.After the past few days, he understood one thing clearly.Stella had completely burned her bridges with the Wrights.Once, she had respected her mother-in-law. Been polite to Summer. Devoted to the grandmothe
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