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"Stella," he began, jaw clenched, "I get that we've wronged you. But hiring thugs to beat up Mom and Dad? That's too far. They're already going to prison—wasn't that enough for you? They're your parents. And Anna... your own twin sister."
Stella had expected nothing good from him, but the accusation still stung. Her voice was icy. "So this is why you came? To lecture me?"
Max's lips pressed into a thin line. "How could you turn into this? After everything our family's done for you, this is how you repay us?"
Her eyes burned, but she refused to let the tears fall, turning her face away. "Max, that day at home, I never wanted to answer your call. It was Jordan who insisted on hearing you out."
She exhaled. "I knew you wouldn't actually regret anything or believe me if I said I had nothing to do with it. But since I've already cut ties with the Hayes family, here's my answer: Get out. Now. Or I won't be polite."
Max's face twisted in frustration. "Stella, I did regret it that day! Whether Anna was the only one behind what happened to you or not, I—we—ignored you for years. We always assumed you were fine, even when you were sick.
"You'd bounce back without medicine, so we thought you were invincible. That was our mistake, and it kills me to think about it now."
His voice cracked. "You tried to get close to me so many times, and I pushed you away. These days, just remembering what I did makes my head spin. I wanted to reach out, but I was too ashamed. I know I deserve this."
He took a step forward, pleading. "But why can't you give us a chance? Feuds should be resolved, not deepened—especially between family. I know I can make Mom, Dad, and Anna see reason.
"But if you're the one who had them beaten half to death... what am I supposed to do? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life pretending we don't exist?"
Stella heard no real remorse in his words—only blame. As if Andrew and Fiona's actions were something she was supposed to forgive. Then why hadn't he stopped them in the first place?
"Max," she said coldly, "have you considered what would've happened if I hadn't gone to that press conference? They would've smeared me all over again. I'm Jordan's wife now—their lies affect him too."
Her gaze hardened. "Say what you want, but Jordan's never treated me poorly. In fact, he's been nothing but good to me. Is it wrong to want to protect the people who actually care about me?"
She crossed her arms. "If you really want reconciliation, start by making them stop hurting me. But you can't even control them, so don't waste your breath on me. I've suffered enough."
A beat of silence passed before she added, voice devoid of emotion: "And as for you, Max? Even if you dropped dead in front of me today, I wouldn't shed a single tear."
Max stared at her, stunned. Then, he remembered how Stella used to dote on him. She had to be saying this out of anger. Stella had always adored him, had been the kindest to him in the whole family—she wouldn't mean it.
Stella turned to leave, and Max, lost in thought, continued walking ahead. So distracted that he didn't even notice the speeding truck heading straight for him.
The truck blared its horn, but Max didn't react. The driver slammed the brakes, but it was too late—the impact sent Max flying.
Stella had expected nothing good from him, but the accusation still stung. Her voice was icy. "So this is why you came? To lecture me?"
Max's lips pressed into a thin line. "How could you turn into this? After everything our family's done for you, this is how you repay us?"
Her eyes burned, but she refused to let the tears fall, turning her face away. "Max, that day at home, I never wanted to answer your call. It was Jordan who insisted on hearing you out."
She exhaled. "I knew you wouldn't actually regret anything or believe me if I said I had nothing to do with it. But since I've already cut ties with the Hayes family, here's my answer: Get out. Now. Or I won't be polite."
Max's face twisted in frustration. "Stella, I did regret it that day! Whether Anna was the only one behind what happened to you or not, I—we—ignored you for years. We always assumed you were fine, even when you were sick.
"You'd bounce back without medicine, so we thought you were invincible. That was our mistake, and it kills me to think about it now."
His voice cracked. "You tried to get close to me so many times, and I pushed you away. These days, just remembering what I did makes my head spin. I wanted to reach out, but I was too ashamed. I know I deserve this."
He took a step forward, pleading. "But why can't you give us a chance? Feuds should be resolved, not deepened—especially between family. I know I can make Mom, Dad, and Anna see reason.
"But if you're the one who had them beaten half to death... what am I supposed to do? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life pretending we don't exist?"
Stella heard no real remorse in his words—only blame. As if Andrew and Fiona's actions were something she was supposed to forgive. Then why hadn't he stopped them in the first place?
"Max," she said coldly, "have you considered what would've happened if I hadn't gone to that press conference? They would've smeared me all over again. I'm Jordan's wife now—their lies affect him too."
Her gaze hardened. "Say what you want, but Jordan's never treated me poorly. In fact, he's been nothing but good to me. Is it wrong to want to protect the people who actually care about me?"
She crossed her arms. "If you really want reconciliation, start by making them stop hurting me. But you can't even control them, so don't waste your breath on me. I've suffered enough."
A beat of silence passed before she added, voice devoid of emotion: "And as for you, Max? Even if you dropped dead in front of me today, I wouldn't shed a single tear."
Max stared at her, stunned. Then, he remembered how Stella used to dote on him. She had to be saying this out of anger. Stella had always adored him, had been the kindest to him in the whole family—she wouldn't mean it.
Stella turned to leave, and Max, lost in thought, continued walking ahead. So distracted that he didn't even notice the speeding truck heading straight for him.
The truck blared its horn, but Max didn't react. The driver slammed the brakes, but it was too late—the impact sent Max flying.
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