Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 90: Chapter 90
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Stella would never forget that moment for the rest of her life when the nurse drugged her, leaving her completely paralyzed and her body almost drained of blood. Lionel betrayed her yet again.
Watching Lionel draw vial after vial of blood from her arm, Stella felt all lingering affection for him drain away.
"I'm sorry," Lionel said remorsefully.
Stella snapped, "I don't want your damn apology. Get the hell out of here now."
Lionel stood before Stella. The man who never cried was now weeping. "Stella," Lionel pleaded, "I know I hurt you, but I had my reasons. Will you believe me?"
Stella glared at Lionel, her voice trembling with anger. "That still doesn't justify you hurting me, Lionel. I've been to the hospital so many times, and you know my condition better than anyone.
"Those last few vials of blood you took pushed me to death's door. If you wanted me dead so badly, you shouldn't have shown up at all."
Lionel said softly, "I came to apologize—"
"I know you want me to forgive you, Lionel. How dare you even think I'd forgive you? All this time, I thought you actually cared about me, but you just wanted to extract some comfort from me to ease your own guilty conscience.
"Every single one of you is so selfish, always thinking only of yourselves, never about me. What am I to you? Just some disposable trash you can summon and discard at will."
"Stop it, Stella," Lionel pleaded desperately, his voice trembling. "You mean everything to me. You're special."
"Enough!" Stella snapped, cutting him off. She had already put up with Fiona; she was in no mood to deal with Lionel. "If you don't get out right now, I'll scream rape and have you thrown in jail."
Lionel stared at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend how she could have changed so drastically.
"Get out!" Stella shrieked, summoning every last ounce of her strength. She hadn't eaten and was still very weak, but she refused to be defenseless. After all they had put her through, she had to protect herself.
Lionel slowly turned to leave, then hesitated and glanced back, as if something had just occurred to him.
"Get the hell out!" Stella snarled at Lionel, her voice raw with fury.
"Stella." Just then, the door swung open, and standing there was none other than her close friend, Kevin. Kevin glanced at Lionel, then at Stella, sensing the tension between them. "Hey, what's going on?"
"Get him out of here." Stella turned her back on them.
Kevin shot another glance at Lionel.
Lionel let out a heavy sigh and walked out.
Kevin kept his gaze fixed on Lionel's retreating figure until he disappeared from view, then walked over to Stella. "Stella, is it really you?"
Stella turned her head and saw Kevin's expression shift from initial confusion to overwhelming excitement. A warmth blossomed in her chest. "Kevin, I've been back for a while now, but I haven't seen you anywhere."
Kevin gripped Stella's hand tightly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Stella, is it really you? Oh my God, I can't believe you're actually here. You're so thin. What's with all these injuries? What the hell happened to you? Tell me everything."
It was as if they had instantly slipped back into that comfortable, familiar dynamic. Stella said, "Kevin, you're bombarding me with too many questions. I don't even know where to begin."
Kevin said gently, "Hey, no rush. Just go through them one by one, okay?"
Stella didn't answer immediately. Instead, she asked curiously, "I ran into Emily earlier. How come I didn't see you?"
Kevin fell silent for a moment. Stella already had a pretty good idea of what had happened, but she still wanted to hear it from Kevin himself.
Kevin said, "Now that you've seen her, I guess you already know Emily and Anna are friends now, right?"
Watching Lionel draw vial after vial of blood from her arm, Stella felt all lingering affection for him drain away.
"I'm sorry," Lionel said remorsefully.
Stella snapped, "I don't want your damn apology. Get the hell out of here now."
Lionel stood before Stella. The man who never cried was now weeping. "Stella," Lionel pleaded, "I know I hurt you, but I had my reasons. Will you believe me?"
Stella glared at Lionel, her voice trembling with anger. "That still doesn't justify you hurting me, Lionel. I've been to the hospital so many times, and you know my condition better than anyone.
"Those last few vials of blood you took pushed me to death's door. If you wanted me dead so badly, you shouldn't have shown up at all."
Lionel said softly, "I came to apologize—"
"I know you want me to forgive you, Lionel. How dare you even think I'd forgive you? All this time, I thought you actually cared about me, but you just wanted to extract some comfort from me to ease your own guilty conscience.
"Every single one of you is so selfish, always thinking only of yourselves, never about me. What am I to you? Just some disposable trash you can summon and discard at will."
"Stop it, Stella," Lionel pleaded desperately, his voice trembling. "You mean everything to me. You're special."
"Enough!" Stella snapped, cutting him off. She had already put up with Fiona; she was in no mood to deal with Lionel. "If you don't get out right now, I'll scream rape and have you thrown in jail."
Lionel stared at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend how she could have changed so drastically.
"Get out!" Stella shrieked, summoning every last ounce of her strength. She hadn't eaten and was still very weak, but she refused to be defenseless. After all they had put her through, she had to protect herself.
Lionel slowly turned to leave, then hesitated and glanced back, as if something had just occurred to him.
"Get the hell out!" Stella snarled at Lionel, her voice raw with fury.
"Stella." Just then, the door swung open, and standing there was none other than her close friend, Kevin. Kevin glanced at Lionel, then at Stella, sensing the tension between them. "Hey, what's going on?"
"Get him out of here." Stella turned her back on them.
Kevin shot another glance at Lionel.
Lionel let out a heavy sigh and walked out.
Kevin kept his gaze fixed on Lionel's retreating figure until he disappeared from view, then walked over to Stella. "Stella, is it really you?"
Stella turned her head and saw Kevin's expression shift from initial confusion to overwhelming excitement. A warmth blossomed in her chest. "Kevin, I've been back for a while now, but I haven't seen you anywhere."
Kevin gripped Stella's hand tightly, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Stella, is it really you? Oh my God, I can't believe you're actually here. You're so thin. What's with all these injuries? What the hell happened to you? Tell me everything."
It was as if they had instantly slipped back into that comfortable, familiar dynamic. Stella said, "Kevin, you're bombarding me with too many questions. I don't even know where to begin."
Kevin said gently, "Hey, no rush. Just go through them one by one, okay?"
Stella didn't answer immediately. Instead, she asked curiously, "I ran into Emily earlier. How come I didn't see you?"
Kevin fell silent for a moment. Stella already had a pretty good idea of what had happened, but she still wanted to hear it from Kevin himself.
Kevin said, "Now that you've seen her, I guess you already know Emily and Anna are friends now, right?"
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