NovelGoldChapter 436
Abby had dealt with lecherous creeps before, but nothing like this—it was practically daylight
assault, no different from a mugging on the street.
Stella leaned in to comfort her. "It's okay, Abby. It's over now."
Neville glanced at Mr. Hunter with a sardonic smile. "Mr. Hunter, what's this? You made the poor girl
cry?"
Mr. Hunter realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't cback from.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face again and again.
"Mr. Connolly, | was wrong! | shouldn't have done it—I swear, I'll never do it again!"
He didn't hold back. Each slap landed hard, and within moments, his cheeks were swollen and red.
Desperate to prove his remorse, Mr. Hunter seized a wine bottle from the coffee table and smashed
it against his own head, "thud, thud," splintering glass everywhere.
No one moved to stop him-shards rained across the private room, but the only sound was the bottle
shattering.
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Abby was stunned by the spectacle, frozen in place.
It wasn't until Mr. Hunter knocked himself out cold that Neville finally looked away. He turned to
Stella. "We've got Abby. Ready to go?"
Stella nodded quietly.
Outside the club, Stella glanced at the man beside her and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Connolly. | mean it-thank
you."
Neville smiled. "No need for thanks between us, Stella."
She knew all too well-if Neville hadn't stepped in, she never could have found Abby so unprepared.
Neville checked his watch. "Con, let's get you to the hospital first."
Abby, knowing Stella had a high fever but still crunning to help, felt even more guilty.
"Star, I'm so sorry. | acted without thinking."
Stella gave her a small, reassuring smile. "You did nothing wrong. Why apologize? You just wanted to protect
yourself. Besides..."
A cool, glassy light flickered in Stella's eyes.
"Maybe this wasn't just bad luck. Maybe... someone set this up."
Abby sucked in a sharp breath, as if suddenly understanding.
Half an hour later, Neville drove Stella to the hospital.
Abby sat with her while she got her IV.
Stella turned to Neville. "Thank you for staying so late, Mr. Connolly. Really, you should get srest. Marvin's
waiting at hfor you."
Neville shook his head, making no
move to leave. "Marvin's alreadyet
asleep by now. It's not like | read him bedtstories-whether I'm there or not doesn't make a difference."
He turned to Abby. "I'll go grab sfood. Ms. Murphy, is there anything you'd like?"
Abby understood-Neville wanted to stay for Stella's sake.
She and Neville were on friendly terms, so she didn't refuse. "Just a cup of milk tea for me, thanks."
"Got it." Neville nodded. "Keep Star company, I'll be right back."
Night had deepened; it was well past midnight.
Getting an IV was tedious, and with her fever, Stella soon drifted off on the hospital bed.
Somehow, she found herself dreaming of her twith the Williams family. Since leaving them,
she'd barely dreamed about them at all.
Even though she'd spent over three years in that house, those years hadn't brought her any sense
of belonging.
She'd never felt the slightest hint of affection for her so-called father or brothers.
Back then, when her mother told her she had three biological brothers and a father, Stella's heart
had been nervous but full of hope.
She knew she also had a half-sister.
Stella had suspected that her half-sister wouldn't like her.
But what she hadn't expected was that on her very first day back at the Williams estate, it was her
three brothers who made their feelings painfully clear.
Her third brother, always cold and taciturn, barely waited for her to step through the door before
declaring, "The only sister | have is Aurora Williams."
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