Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 192: Chapter 192

Stella honestly didn't want to see Silas, but she knew he'd just come looking for her again if she refused. She understood him all too well, so she told her assistant, "Have him wait for me in the security office."
The assistant replied, "Yes."
Stella added, "Also, look into what he's been doing lately and send me the details."
The assistant replied, "Yes."
Stella didn't head to the security office until she'd wrapped up a bunch of work. Before she got there, she'd already reviewed the report on what Silas had been up to lately.
She couldn't wear high heels or thick-soled shoes, and her gait was still a bit awkward, but her presence was growing stronger.
When Silas saw Stella, he still looked a bit dazed. "Stella, is that really you?" he said, then stood up. He stared at Stella in disbelief.
Stella was still thin, and though her face had a certain radiance, there was still something a bit strange about her overall.
Silas never would've imagined that the girl who was once so unwelcome in the family would now be holding all the power at Hayes Group.
Stella ignored him and went straight to the couch in the security office, taking a seat without even glancing his way. Her attitude made it obvious she couldn't care less about him.
No one could blame Stella for acting like this. Back when Silas used to visit their home, he treated her like a servant.
And that wasn't even the worst of it—he'd once stolen a kiss from her and would smack her on the butt whenever he felt like it. Those memories were nothing short of a childhood nightmare for her.
Stella asked coldly, "What do you want from me?"
Silas hurriedly sat down across from her. "I'm here to ask you for some money," he said.
"Not a chance," Stella replied coldly, not even giving it a second thought.
"Come on, we're family. I'm only here because I'm in trouble. Stella, you can't just stand by and do nothing," Silas pleaded.
Stella shot back, "Why should I help you? I don't even lift a finger for my own brother, so why would I bother with you?"
Silas froze, looking stunned. He asked, "Wait, what?"
Stella said, "Before you came to me, you must've gone to Fiona first. Didn't she tell you? Max is at death's door. They begged me for money to save him, but I turned them down.
"So, Silas, what makes you think I'd ever lend you money?"
"Just look at you. You go away for a while and come back like this? I'm your uncle," Silas said, his voice rising.
Stella's eyes narrowed dangerously. She sneered, "Oh, you're my uncle, huh? Did you forget what had happened the night before I was kidnapped?"
Silas let out a dry laugh and said, "Come on, that was ages ago—I barely even remember it. Stella, I once heard a famous Hollywood actress say that if you want to be happy, you need a healthy body and a lousy memory.
"Maybe you shouldn't remember things so clearly either."
Stella said coldly, "Some things can be forgotten, but others can't. By the way, before I even came here, I already called the police."
"What did you just say?" Silas demanded. He immediately stood up, furious. Not wanting the security guards to see, he leaned in close to Stella and said, "Stella, that was so long ago.
"There's no way the cops would find any evidence from back then. And even if they arrest me, they'll just end up letting me go."
Stella replied, "Oh, I think the police can still arrest you—and maybe they'll find out what else you've been up to."
"You," Silas snapped, his voice full of rage. He raised his hand as if to strike Stella, but a few security guards quickly rushed over and pinned him down.
Silas cried out in pain, yelling, "Stella, tell them to let me go. Let me go, right now."