Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 154: Chapter 154
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The moment Jordan picked up, Max's drunken slurring poured through the speaker.
"Stella... I-I'm so sorry." His voice cracked. "When you hit me, I hated you. I wanted to string you up and whip you raw. How could you do that to me? I'm your brother."
Max continued, "But then I lay in bed and thought about it. It wasn't just because I said we should save Anna, was it? You wouldn't have snapped over just that. You'd have ignored me, not looked at me like I was nothing."
His breath hitched. "I get it now. We were monsters to you. We kept telling ourselves you were tough—that nothing got to you, that you always smiled—but we never stopped to think you were just hiding it all."
"You were in more pain than any of us, and we ignored it. You gave Anna everything, and we still picked her over you. God—" Max's voice broke.
Max cried, "It feels like a knife in my chest. I wish you were here right now so you could hit me again. I was wrong. I know I was wrong."
Stella said nothing. Some people only understood after being knocked on their asses.
Max swallowed hard before continuing. "At your birthday party... when you confronted Anna, I saw her face. She looked guilty. My whole life, I refused to believe the little sister I protected could be so twisted. But looking back now? It's chilling."
Jordan's gaze flicked to Stella. "So you believe her? You think Anna set her up?"
"I don't know," Max groaned. "They're both my sisters. And before I came here to drink? Anna slit her own throat to prove her innocence."
Jordan let out a cold laugh. "Sounds like you're still not fully on Stella's side. So what's the point of this apology?"
Jordan scoffed, "Do you think getting drunk and crying about it changes anything? It doesn't move her, and it sure doesn't move me. Take a long look at what you've done."
With that, he ended the call. His expression softened as he turned to Stella. "See? He's already suffering. Good."
Stella had been stewing in frustration, convinced Max's remorse was just another act. But Jordan's words cut through the bitterness, leaving her feeling... lighter.
"Eat more greens. They're easier on your stomach," Jordan said, nudging a plate toward her.
Stella poked at her food. "Grandma says I've been putting on weight."
Jordan pinched her arm playfully. "A little, but not enough. You should at least hit a hundred pounds."
"A beauty can't afford to get too heavy," she muttered.
"I'm not complaining," Jordan said casually—then froze when he caught Stella's wide-eyed stare. He cleared his throat and piled more food onto her plate, feigning nonchalance. "Don't let Grandma accuse me of neglecting you next time we visit."
Stella's mind raced. 'Am I imagining things... or is Jordan acting differently around me?'
Meanwhile, at the Bar, after his disastrous call with Jordan, Max had dialed Lionel next. By the time his friend arrived, Max was slumped over the counter, glassy-eyed and slurring.
"Enough. You're done." Lionel snatched the whiskey glass from his grip.
Max lunged for it. "The hell I am. I'm drinking until I can't feel my face."
"Look at yourself!" Lionel snapped. "You're a mess."
"Stella... I-I'm so sorry." His voice cracked. "When you hit me, I hated you. I wanted to string you up and whip you raw. How could you do that to me? I'm your brother."
Max continued, "But then I lay in bed and thought about it. It wasn't just because I said we should save Anna, was it? You wouldn't have snapped over just that. You'd have ignored me, not looked at me like I was nothing."
His breath hitched. "I get it now. We were monsters to you. We kept telling ourselves you were tough—that nothing got to you, that you always smiled—but we never stopped to think you were just hiding it all."
"You were in more pain than any of us, and we ignored it. You gave Anna everything, and we still picked her over you. God—" Max's voice broke.
Max cried, "It feels like a knife in my chest. I wish you were here right now so you could hit me again. I was wrong. I know I was wrong."
Stella said nothing. Some people only understood after being knocked on their asses.
Max swallowed hard before continuing. "At your birthday party... when you confronted Anna, I saw her face. She looked guilty. My whole life, I refused to believe the little sister I protected could be so twisted. But looking back now? It's chilling."
Jordan's gaze flicked to Stella. "So you believe her? You think Anna set her up?"
"I don't know," Max groaned. "They're both my sisters. And before I came here to drink? Anna slit her own throat to prove her innocence."
Jordan let out a cold laugh. "Sounds like you're still not fully on Stella's side. So what's the point of this apology?"
Jordan scoffed, "Do you think getting drunk and crying about it changes anything? It doesn't move her, and it sure doesn't move me. Take a long look at what you've done."
With that, he ended the call. His expression softened as he turned to Stella. "See? He's already suffering. Good."
Stella had been stewing in frustration, convinced Max's remorse was just another act. But Jordan's words cut through the bitterness, leaving her feeling... lighter.
"Eat more greens. They're easier on your stomach," Jordan said, nudging a plate toward her.
Stella poked at her food. "Grandma says I've been putting on weight."
Jordan pinched her arm playfully. "A little, but not enough. You should at least hit a hundred pounds."
"A beauty can't afford to get too heavy," she muttered.
"I'm not complaining," Jordan said casually—then froze when he caught Stella's wide-eyed stare. He cleared his throat and piled more food onto her plate, feigning nonchalance. "Don't let Grandma accuse me of neglecting you next time we visit."
Stella's mind raced. 'Am I imagining things... or is Jordan acting differently around me?'
Meanwhile, at the Bar, after his disastrous call with Jordan, Max had dialed Lionel next. By the time his friend arrived, Max was slumped over the counter, glassy-eyed and slurring.
"Enough. You're done." Lionel snatched the whiskey glass from his grip.
Max lunged for it. "The hell I am. I'm drinking until I can't feel my face."
"Look at yourself!" Lionel snapped. "You're a mess."
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