Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 246: Chapter 246

Andrew looked like he wanted to argue, but as he remembered how they'd been kicked out back then, the words just died in his throat.
"But that's not what I came here to talk about today. Eleanor passed away," Stella said. Even though she was doing much better, just bringing it up still made her heart ache.
Andrew was stunned, and it hit him. "Stella, you're out of your mind! Eleanor was so good to you, yet you tried to hurt her?
"I swear I'll get justice for her; even if I have to take you down myself—" As he said this, Andrew struggled to get up.
But his body just wouldn't cooperate; after the doctors examined him, they said he'd be confined to bed for a while before he could move again. No matter how hard he tried to move, it was no use.
Stella didn't step back. She just stood there, watching him with a faint smile. "Andrew, no offense, but why not try getting up? Look at you—you can't even get out of bed. What's the point of all that talk?"
Andrew kept struggling, but as soon as the monitors started beeping, he didn't dare move a muscle anymore.
"I'm nothing like you people. I'd never hurt Eleanor. As for who did it, I don't know yet. I'm still hunting for the real culprit. But they'd better pray it's not Anna, because if I find out she killed Eleanor, she'll pay for it," Stella said.
Stella's eyes were dangerously sharp, almost terrifying. Andrew glared at her, his gaze unwavering. "No way. Anna was never as close to Eleanor as you were, but she would never, ever hurt Eleanor."
Stella said, "I don't have any proof yet, but just wait and see. If it really is Anna, and if she could kill Eleanor today, she could just as easily turn you on tomorrow.
"Well, you really raised a piece of work, your own daughter, willing to hurt her own family. That's just messed up; even animals know better than to betray their own blood."
Andrew looked like he still wanted to make a fuss, but Stella had no interest in arguing with him anymore. Instead, something else came to her mind.
Stella said, "And one more thing. Your wife, Fiona? She ran off with that neighbor you always looked down on, the one who's been crushing on her for years.
"You don't know how well he's treating her. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up together eventually. Wait, did you two even get divorced yet? Wow, is she about to cheat on you? That'd be something."
Stella couldn't help but laugh as she said this. "See? I don't even have to do anything. Your family manages to create its own drama. It just goes to show; this is what you call karma."
With that, Stella walked away with a mocking smile on her face. Every so often, Stella would sneak a glance back, catching Andrew desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of bed.
With all Fiona had done behind his back, and now hearing she might be cheating. Naturally, he wanted to get up, go after her, and maybe even wring her neck himself.
Too bad, no matter how much he struggled, it was all for nothing. He just couldn't get out of bed.
Over on Max's side, there was a tiny reaction; just the slightest twitch. But his eyes stayed shut, and he was still totally out of it, unable to do a thing.
Watching them like this, Stella couldn't help but feel a trace of glee inside. Maybe she was a little crazy, but seeing her family tormented like this actually made her feel good inside.
Stella had just reached the doorway when she saw Emily heading inside. Emily was carrying a thermal lunchbox—clearly there to look after Max again.
Emily was devoted to Max, and Max was lucky to have someone who cared so much about him. Emily also spotted Stella, and the lunchbox slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. Luckily, the lunchbox was sturdy enough that nothing happened to it.
Looking flustered, Emily hurriedly picked it up and was about to head inside. Stella's instincts screamed that something was off, so she reached out and caught Emily before she could slip away.