Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 195: Chapter 195

Stella watched from outside as Silas kept begging, but the debt collectors completely ignored him. Suddenly, one of them picked up a knife and, without hesitation, chopped off Silas's pinky finger.
Silas let out a blood-curdling scream and then passed out from the pain.
The driver's whole body went tense as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced back at Stella, but she didn't seem to react at all.
The driver thought, 'What on earth had she been through, for a girl this young to not show even a hint of fear at something like that?'
Stella told the driver to get her out of there.
Three hours later, when Stella got back to the office, her assistant informed her that Fiona was waiting to see her.
Stella had already seen this coming and told her assistant to turn Fiona away.
Fiona kicked up a fuss outside for a while, but in the end, she left—maybe she had something else to take care of.
Stella knew Fiona wouldn't let her off that easily. Sure enough, when she got home, Fiona showed up at her place again.
Just as Fiona was about to slap Stella hard, Jordan caught her wrist just in time.
Jordan said coldly, "Even though you're her mother, she's my wife now—she belongs to me. I wouldn't dare lay a hand on her, so no one else better try."
His whole presence turned icy, and when he flung Fiona's hand away, he almost sent her stumbling.
Fiona steadied herself, frozen in shock. When she looked at Jordan, she saw him gazing at Stella with a doting, adoring look in his eyes.
"She didn't touch you just now, did she?" Jordan asked Stella, concern in his voice.
Stella shook her head.
"No one should ever lay a finger on you. Just look at how beautiful your face is now," Jordan said, his tone soft and full of affection.
Stella's face turned red with embarrassment, her cheeks flushing shyly.
Jordan shot Fiona a frosty look and said, "Stella might've let you in, but that doesn't mean I welcome you here. You barged in wanting to hit her—don't think I won't have someone give you a taste of your own medicine."
Fiona had been so worked up earlier that she'd lost it and done something crazy. But now, seeing Jordan and remembering what Emily had said to her before, she suddenly didn't dare make a move.
Still, she was fuming inside. She said, "Jordan, it's not like I wanted to hit her, but she's gone way too far. She had her uncle—my brother—sent off to have his finger chopped off. Tell me, what kind of niece does that to her uncle?"
Jordan sneered, "Oh? You're just glossing over the important parts. How am I supposed to know if you're telling the truth? Maybe you're hiding something on purpose. I trust Stella unconditionally—if she did something, she must have had a good reason."
Fiona stared at him in disbelief. She asked, "You really don't know what Stella did?"
Jordan shot back, "No, it's you who doesn't get it. Stella ended up like this because of you. And I doubt your brother is any kind of good person—who knows, maybe he bullied Stella.
"If that's the case, then she was right to do what she did."
Fiona was left speechless.
Stella knew Jordan was just acting for Fiona's sake, but for some reason, he was so convincing—she couldn't help but think he could make it as an actor.
Stella looked at Fiona and said, "There are some things you might have forgotten, but I never will. I'm not the vengeful type, but you pushed me to this point.
"The more I tolerated you, the more you tried to walk all over me. I had no choice but to stand up for myself and defend my rights.
"And besides, if Silas hadn't gone out there to gamble, do you think I would've sent him back to those people?
"And Fiona, why don't you just admit it—how much money have you secretly given Silas behind Andrew's back all these years?"