Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

After much persuasion, Levi finally came around.

Yet, with a characteristic huff, he said, "Try to run again, and I'll break your legs."

Stella blinked in surprise.

That line sounded just like something Ronald would say.

Well, considering how much time Ronald spent with Levi, it wouldn't be far- fetched to say Levi practically raised him. It was no wonder Ronald had picked up some of Levi's traits.

"Alright, alright, don't scare my Star," Lydia gently pulled Stella to sit beside her.

Levi remained silent, the interrogation seemingly over.

With a warm, caring smile, Lydia asked Stella, "Is it tough being pregnant? I hear it's not easy for women."

Stella replied, "It's not too bad, Grandma."

In truth, it was a struggle. Lately, she couldn't keep anything down. Foods she once adored now made her stomach churn at the mere sight. Even the most ordinary things would suddenly seem repulsive.

But she didn't want Grandma to worry, so she kept those thoughts to herself.

...

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Yvonne sat with a stony expression on a chair next to the hospital bed, her face marked with bruises. Dan, the jerk, really knew how to throw a punch.

The earlier scene was a mess, and even Xander got caught in the fray a few times. Dan had sent his best to retrieve her, and they were the cream of the crop.

Dan sat on the bed, a bowl in hand, silently sipping his oatmeal. He hadn't uttered a word since Yvonne arrived, and she was growing impatient.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Yvonne lunged forward and knocked the bowl from his hands.

With a loud crash, the bowl overturned onto Dan's chest, spilling the remaining oatmeal onto his shirt and the sheets.

Dan shot Yvonne a frosty glare, his eyes glinting with cold fury.

Yvonne, unfazed, brushed the mess off her hands. "Eat, eat, eat. That's all you do. What, isn't my time valuable? Must I wait for you to finish? How important do you think you are?"

Thinking of the chaos Dan had caused in Sands City, Yvonne's anger surged. What a jerk...

And he wanted her to compensate him? Ha, does he even have the right to ask?

Sitting back in her chair, Yvonne adjusted her wrinkled clothes. "Spill it, how are you going to make up for this?"

She was direct. If compensation was due, she wanted it now. No silent brooding.

If the terms were favorable, maybe she'd consider it. Otherwise, if it upset her...

She'd make sure he regretted it, possibly sending him on his way to meet his maker.

Her casual yet indifferent demeanor only

playing on his lips. "Impatient,

are we?" .

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Try having your wedding plans interrupted like this and see how patient you'd be."

At the mention of "wedding," Dan's already icy gaze turned glacial.

He let out a harsh laugh. "Wedding? Are you really going to marry Xander?"

His tone was icy, laced with dangerous inquiry.

Yes, Dan's voice carried a hint of perilous questioning.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow, "What? Did you think I'd wait around for you forever?"

Her response was sharp, leaving Dan speechless.

Dan's expression darkened further.

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