Three Years After They Abandoned Me novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Fiona’s face twisted with worry. “What’s going on?”

Andrew was already striding toward his room to change. “Max got drunk and hit someone.”

Fiona frowned in confusion. “If it’s just a fight, can’t we settle it with money? Why drag Stella into this?”

Andrew paused at the door, his cold, expectant gaze slicing back to Stella. She stiffened under the weight of it. “Hurry up. Don’t waste my time,” he said and disappeared inside.

Fiona turned to Stella, her voice laced with quiet pressure. “You should go. You know Max-he’d never do something like this unless provoked. It may be about you. And you don’t want to disturb Eleanor, do you?”

Stella’s jaw tightened. She didn’t want to go, but Fiona’s words left no room for refusal. The thinly veiled threat was clear. “Fine,” Stella muttered.

Fiona, impatient, yanked open the wardrobe and tossed clothes at her. As Stella dressed, Fiona kept glancing toward Andrew, oblivious to the scars hidden beneath the fabric-marks they’d never bothered to notice before.

When Andrew reappeared, Fiona called out, “Stella, are you ready? Your father’s waiting.”

Stella just said okay.

Before they could leave, Anna’s weak voice drifted from her doorway. “Dad, where are you going? I heard about Max. Let me go with you, please.”

Andrew’s face softened, but his tone stayed firm. “Absolutely not. You’re still recovering. Fiona, stay with Anna. And keep it quiet-Mother doesn’t need to know.”

“Of course.” Fiona rushed to Anna’s side without another glance at Stella.

Anna’s eyes brimmed with worry. Fiona patted her arm. “Don’t fret. Your father and Stella will handle it. Max will be home soon.”

“Stella’s going?” Anna’s voice wavered as she tried to follow. “Then I should too.” But Fiona stepped in, steering her back.

Stella forced herself forward, every step agony. Her legs burned from the day’s strain, her body screaming for rest. She moved too slowly.

Andrew glared. “Pick up the damn pace!”

She tried, but her body refused.

The car was already idling outside. Andrew, fed up, grabbed her wrist and hauled her forward. Stella stumbled, crashing hard onto the floor.

“God, you always freeze up when it counts,” Andrew growled. He jerked her to her feet, not caring if he hurt her, and practically threw her into the car.

Finally, Stella could sit down. Her pulse throbbed in her throat as she struggled to steady her breathing.

From start to finish, Andrew didn’t notice Stella’s condition, just kept telling the driver to go faster.

The driver kept glancing at Stella in the mirror, but Andrew barked, “Eyes on the road.”

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The man flinched. “Yes, sir.” And the car sped into the night.

Stella had been at the same police station just this morning. Some officers recognized her immediately. To them, Stella wasn’t just another victim-she was the one who’d fought her way out of hell when most would’ve broken. They’d even filmed her story, using it to inspire others.

But when their eyes darted to the group huddled in the corner, their expressions shifted. They understood exactly what this was about.

The lead officer nodded at Stella first before addressing Andrew. “Here’s the situation. After investigating, yes, your son assaulted someone. But the victim had been making vile comments about Stella-”

He hesitated, glancing at Stella before continuing carefully, “Crude remarks about her experiences with the traffickers. Frankly, I can’t blame your son entirely. If someone spoke that way about my sister, I’d have done the same.

“But assault is assault. The victim’s at the hospital now awaiting a disability assessment. Problem is, they’re refusing to back down. Without their cooperation, Max could face jail time.”

Andrew’s face tightened. The Hayes family had only just stabilized these past three years, and a scandal like this could ruin everything. “What do they want?” he demanded.

The officer’s eyes flicked to Stella again. “They’re demanding Stella apologize to them.”

After a glance at Stella, Andrew didn’t even hesitate. “Who’s the victim? Where do we find him?”

The officer said, “Troy Carver. He’s at General Hospital.”

Stella’s face drained of color. She didn’t hear Andrew’s curt thanks to the officers, didn’t register when he ordered her to leave. The name echoed in her skull like a gunshot.

Andrew grabbed her arm, barely restraining himself from striking her right there in the station. “Move! What’s wrong with you?”

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