Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Stella descended the stairs with a soft thud.

Lottie shot a knowing glance at the butler. "Go on, make sure it's done. Is the chicken broth ready for her?"noveldrama

"All set, ma'am," the butler responded with a respectful nod.

Lottie turned her attention to Stella, catching sight of Ronald nearby, and cast him a disapproving glance.

Clearly, she had caught wind of Ronald sneaking back into Stella's room last night.

With just a glance, Lottie shifted her focus and gently pulled Stella closer. "Stella, darling, come here."

"Hi, Mom," Stella chirped, her voice sweet as honey, melting Lottie's heart.

Lottie led her into the dining room. "You must be starving. I had the kitchen whip up your favorite pancakes and some snacks."

"Thanks, Mom."

The Quinn family kitchen was known for its delicious treats, and Stella adored them.

Back when Lottie and Ronald were busy with work, Stella would often munch on a few cookies while waiting for them.

As soon as the staff noticed she was up, they hurried to bring out the prepared dishes.

The kitchen filled with the familiar aroma of freshly made pancakes and rich, creamy oatmeal.

When they had been in Portis City, Stella struggled with the bland cuisine there. But now that she was home, everything tasted delightful.

Lottie placed a sausage link on Stella's plate. "You should try to eat a bit more."

"Her stomach isn't great, so she can't eat too much," Ronald calmly interjected, taking a seat beside Stella.

It was the truth.

Stella had a healthy appetite, but her stomach was sensitive, and overeating could make her uncomfortable.

Lottie shot him a sharp look. "I don't need you to remind me."

"Don't let her overdo it."

Stella and Lottie exchanged a look.

Lottie huffed. "She's barely eaten these days. Let her enjoy her meal."

"Precisely because she's been eating less, she shouldn't overindulge now."

Lottie retorted, "Oh, will you give it a rest? What's wrong with her having a bit more?"

"Mom, I'm fine either way," Stella chimed in, trying to ease the tension.

Stella's calm voice seemed to soften Lottie's mood, and she gave Ronald another warning glance.

"It's just oatmeal. A bit more won't hurt," Lottie insisted, her voice laced with concern.

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Ronald remained unconvinced, but Stella was already savoring the oatmeal.

"Star, have some more," Lottie encouraged as she added another slice of bacon to Stella's plate.

As Stella took a sip of the oatmeal, she beamed. "This oatmeal is amazing."

With her compliment, Ronald knew Stella wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Just as he suspected, she went through three bowls in no time.

Not to mention the snacks and sides.

By the time Stella was on her second bowl, Ronald had already been on the verge of intervening, but his mother's stern gaze kept him silent.

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"Star really shouldn't eat so much," he eventually murmured.

"Zip it," Lottie snapped.

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