Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 192 In the Hart residence, Catlin watched as Ella hung up on Stephanie. Desperation washed over her and the dung to Ella's leg, refusing to let go. Right now, only Ella could get in touch with Stephanie "Ms. Turner, please, just letspeak to her. I'm begging you? Catlin's voice trembled with urgency.

Just moments ago, Olivia had spat up blood again, and her son Tyler's hollow gaze was like a dagger to her heart. She felt like she was losing her mind.

She knew that one word from Stephanie could clear up all the troubles for Olivia and Tyler.

Ella scoffed, "Mrs. Hart, isn't this a bit undignified?* Catlin's love for Olivia was overwhelming-she was willing to go to any lengths for her.

She was truly at her wit's end. The sight of Olivia coughing up blood, looking so frail, made her feel like she couldn't take it anymore. "We really need a doctor, Ms. Turner. Could you please talk to Stephanie on our behalf?" The mention of needing a doctor sent Ella completely over the edge. A flash of disgust crossed her eyes, and she did exactly what Stephanie had advised: she kicked Catlin away from her.

This scene caught Amber's attention just as she was getting out of the car with her child.

Ella said, "Mrs. Hart, I just don't get it. Olivia almost killed Stephanie, and you still- "No, there's been a misunderstanding," Catlin cut in, shaking her head in despair.

Ella chuckled dryly. "Misunderstanding? Then why did Olivia run away back then?* "It's because we didn't want Stephanie causing a scene and insisted on sending her away. It's all our fault. Just tell Stephanie that Olivia is willing to take all the consequences. Just cure her first, and then Stephanie can punish her however she wants," Catlin said desperately.

Ella glared at her. "And then what? How will you stop Stephanie? Freeze her accounts? Shut down her studio? Kick her out of Long Harbor?" Wasn't that what they did before? The thought of the Hart family pulling these stunts only deepened Ella's disgust. "You people have no idea who you should truly care about," Ella scoffed, throwing that jab before she turned to leave. Seeing her walk away made Catlin anxious. "Ms. Turner, wait..." Just as Catlin was about to chase after Ella, Amber stepped in front of her.

Catlin gasped. "You, move aside." Amber, holding her child, smirked sarcastically. "She's right. You really can't tell who your family is." "Amber, don't push it," Catlin warned.

"Push it? I'm currently holding your own grandson," Amber shot back.

Since the child returned, Catlin had been particularly cold, barely acknowledging him. At least the child's grandfather had visited him twice, bought him toys, and even contributed 3 million for his upbringing. But Catlin...

Amber said, "Looks like that girl's words hit home. Your focus is all on your foster daughter now. Were you really planning to marry Olivia off to Tyler? Then why mess with Ms. Hodge?" 09:36 Thu, 20 Mar Chapter 192 After getting into a fight with Lilian, Amber had calmed down and done her research. What she found out shocked her. Tyler was so infatuated with Olivia, and Catlin was, too.

97% "How dare you mention Lilian? You filthy-" Catlin was losing it, recalling how Amber and the Hodge family had clashed, and now they were targeting the Hart Group as well.

As chaos reigned in the Hart family. Amber insisted on staying in the Hart residence. The ones suffering the most were Catlin and Olivia.

Ella had just left the gated community when her mom's call cthrough. "Mom, it's not even tfor your allowance yet, is it?" Ella had mixed feelings about her mom. They rarely talked about anything other than money. Every ther mom called, it was usually to check if the cash had hit her account.

"Can you grab a document forat the airport?" her mom said.

"What?" Ella asked, surprised.

"Just be a good girl. I'll send you the number. Contact him when you arrive." Ella thought about saying she didn't have time-she needed to rush back and work on her article-but just like that, the call ended. That was her mom for you. Every time, it was the same-no room for extra words.

As soon as the call ended, the number popped up on her phone. Ella initially planned to head to her workplace but turned her car around and headed for the airport instead.

Just as she got onto the airport expressway, her phone buzzed again. She glanced down to see an unfamiliar number. Assuming it was about the delivery, she answered without a second thought. "Hello?" "It's me." The voice on the other end belonged to Chris.

Ella rolled her eyes, thinking, 'Is this guy serious?' She was about to hang up.

But Chris pressed on. "You can get in touch with Stephanie, right?" "What do you want?" Ella snapped.

Was he about to ask her to put in a good word for Olivia again? These people were blind. Did they think she was the kind of person who'd help out someone like her? Chris's voice cthrough, tense and contained. “When is she coming back to Long Harbor? Or will she even cback?" Ella replied flatly, "I don't know." Even if she did, she wouldn't tell him.

"If she returns, could you let her know I want to see her?" Chris said.

"Chris, who do you think you are? You want to see her? At your level, you're barely in the running." Stephanie was the pampered princess raised by both the Lucano family from Fiorenza and the Giovanni family. Her status was through the roof-how could he possibly think he had a shot? Chris's breath cthrough the phone heavily, filled with a kind of suppressed frustration.

Clearly, Ella's words had cut through any sense of superiority he once held in front of Stephanie. It turned out, the one who didn't fit the bill was him. It was funny how everyone used to look down on Stephanie.

97% Chapter 192 Ella considered asking what had actually gone down at the Hart residence today but quickly thought better of it. Honestly, she didn't care, and neither did Stephanie want to know about Chris.

She hung up the phone without asking any more questions.

It was only after arriving at the airport that Ella started to think about Chris's tone. 'He sounded a bit sad earlier! So he wants to See Stephanie for reasons other than Olivia? What is this guy up to? He couldn't possibly be having second thoughts, could he?' "Stupid," she muttered to herself. Even if he had regrets, there was no way he could catch up to Stephanie now, On the plane, Sebastian's hand rested on the back of the sofa where Stephanie was sitting, effectively wrapping her in his embrace from across the aisle.

Macro winced as his legs ached from Sebastian's kick. Sebastian was relentless-he wouldn't let anyone get away with teasing Stephanie.

"I didn't say anything, okay?" Macro protested, feeling wronged.

Sebastian shot him a cold glare, making Macro gulp nervously. Stephanie stayed her meax, competeixen Docused on completely ignoring him-maybe because she just couldn't bear to look at him. Lorenzo took a sip of his drink. Sebastian glanced at Stephanie, who was munching away, and with a soft tone, he said, "Take your teating; no one's going to steal your food." She had a small mouth, and stuffing it full made her cheeks puff out adorably. Sebastian's gaze deepened as he watched her, his mind racing with thoughts.

But as soon as the idea formed, it was quickly dismissed. He knew Stephanie would never go along with it. Stephanie devoured a chunk of steak, followed by spasta and a bowl of corn mash, and she still didn't look full. She then eyed the untouched ice cream in front of Sebastian.

Macro couldn't hold it in any longer. "Are you seriously this starving? Richard must be a real piece of work." Sebastian cleared his throat.

Macro gave Sebastian an unamused look as he wondered, 'What's his problem now? Asking Stephanie if she's really that hungry is a crime?' Lorenzo downed his glass of red wine and shot a sympathetic glance at Macro, whose social skills were lacking. "Just ask what you want without dragging Richard into this." "Isn't it true that Stephanie's been starved by Richard? Hey, is he broke now? Can't he even afford to feed her?" Macro pushed further.

Stephanie paused, images of Richard's luxury villas in Paginara flashing through her mind. “Please don't draginto your death wish," she said dryly. Macro was truly hopeless.

"I'm just curious. I mean, Sebastian has been hunting him down for years, almost costing him his life. I wonder how much money he spent just to keep himself alive," Macro babbled on.

Stephanie felt a wave of frustration. She quickly dropped her head, pretending she hadn't heard him.

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