Three Years After They Abandoned Me novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Anna’s body stiffened for a moment. Max didn’t miss that movement.

“Max—“Anna began, but their mother cut in, smacking the back of Max’s head. “Have you lost your mind? Your sister would never -God, first Stella, now you?”

Anna’s chin dipped. A picture of wounded innocence. “It’s okay, Mom. I get it. Maybe it should’ve been me. I’m the broken one. I can’t finish school, can’t even help our family. Sometimes I think…”

Her fingers curled around the chef’s knife. “Maybe everyone would be better off if I just died.”

With that, Anna picked up the knife from the counter and held it to her neck. “Mom, thank you and Dad for bringing me into this world and raising me.

“But I’m useless. I’m not even sure I can take care of you in the future. And look what I did to my sister. It’s all my fault. Just let me go.”

Fiona was frantic, reaching out to Anna.

“Mom, don’t come any closer!” Anna’s voice cracked as she pressed the knife harder against her throat. “You’ll get hurt. Just–just let me do this. Ever since Stella came back and I saw what they did to her…”

A tear streaked down her cheek. “She’s barely a hundred pounds, missing a kidney, can’t even control her own body–and it’s all because of me! Every day feels like drowning. I just want it to stop.”

The blade glinted, a thin crimson line already forming on her skin.

Fiona whirled toward Max, her face wild with panic. “For God’s sake, Max, say something. Look what you’ve done to her.”

But Max stood frozen, his eyes locked on Anna. The knife tip had broken skin now–a single drop of blood trailed down her neck.

Fiona screamed.

The chaos would’ve woken the dead. Upstairs, Eleanor’s door flew open. The servant, Mary, nearly tripped down the steps at the sight below–Anna with a knife at her throat, Fiona sobbing hysterically, Max eerily still.

“Max, tell her it wasn’t her fault,” Fiona begged, clutching at his arm. “She’s your sister. How could you accuse her like this?”

‘Funny,‘ Max thought bitterly. ‘We didn’t need proof to accuse Stella.‘ His gaze dropped to Anna’s trembling hands. ‘And we never questioned how fast she took Stella’s spot at Quentiham after her little show of refusing it.’

“Brother… thank you.” Anna’s voice turned eerily calm. “For everything. Goodbye.” She tensed–a real suicide attempt this time.

Fiona reeled back to stap Max across the face, but he moved faster, lunging for the knife. What surprised him wasn’t the struggle, but the lack of one. Anna’s grip loosened the second his fingers brushed hers.

The knife clattered to the floor. Fiona quickly rushed over and held Anna. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

Anna collapsed like a marionette with cut strings, her sobs theatrical. “I’m so useless. All I do is ruin everything.”

Fiona gathered her into an embrace. “Shhh, baby, no. You don’t have to do anything. Just exist. That’s enough.”

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Chapter 93

Mary rushed to Eleanor’s room, recounting the scene downstairs. Eleanor was a bit surprised. “Max is actually suspecting Annat

“Seems the young master finally grew a brain,” Mary huffed. “Though whether Miss Anna’s waterworks changed his mind is another story.”

A satisfied smile crept across Eleanor’s lips. “Well, well. Maybe there’s hope for that boy yet. When the truth comes out, they it all be choking on their regrets.”

“Good riddance,” Mary exclaimed, unable to contain herself. “Stella was always the brightest—at the top of her class, kind to staff. And look what they did to her.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “At least she has Jordan now.”

At the mention of Jordan, Eleanor’s expression softened. Just last week, a state–of–the–art massage chair had appeared in her private suite–Jordan’s doing, of course. He’d been clever enough to have it delivered directly to her room, bypassing the vultures in the main house.

When Eleanor had casually asked Stella about it, her granddaughter’s genuine surprise confirmed what she already knew→→ Jordan’s quiet acts of kindness spoke volumes about his feelings.

When Eleanor and Mary sat together in the massage chair, it felt amazing. It was like her body instantly relaxed.

Stella stared blankly when Eleanor’s call came through. ‘Max suspecting Anna? After all this time?‘ The news should have stirred something, but all she felt was hollow.

Their belated moment of clarity meant nothing when she still carried the scars of their betrayal.

She heard Jordan coming home. Lately, he’d been cutting meetings short, always finding excuses to come home. Stella thought it was his light social calendar.

“Anything happened?” Jordan asked, loosening his tie. It had become their ritual since the wedding–this daily check–in, his way of standing guard against her family’s shadows.

Stella said, “Just grandma gossiping. Apparently, Max is having epiphanies about Anna’s involvement.”

Jordan’s laugh was dark and rich. “Took him long enough to connect the dots.”

“Wouldn’t have occurred to me without your help,” Stella admitted, surprising herself with the lightness in her voice.

Jordan studied her, the absence of bitterness in her smile. Her resilience awed him. What she’d endured would have broken most people, yet here she was, rebuilding herself piece by piece.

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