Three Years After They Abandoned Me novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Anna knew she still had to maintain the act.

Andrew’s voice thickened with guilt. “This mess forced you to leave Lionel. Anna, you’ve sacrificed too much for this family.” He searched her face. “Be honest. You’re not really in love with Monroe, are you?”

Anna dabbed delicately at dry eyes. “Dad. You’re right. I’m not deeply in love with him yet. But Monroe treats me wonderfully. Being with

him, it feels safer, more stable than things ever were with Lionel.”

She paused, lowering her voice. “And the Quinn family? They abandoned us when we were drowning. A shred of their support could’ve saved us. But nothing.”

Andrew understood what Anna meant. He knew the Quinn family’s betrayal–his humiliating visits, the thinly–veiled pleas met with icy indifference. 15 thousand dollars? Pathetic. That barely covered a day in this suite. It was undoubtedly an insult disguised as aid.

“Don’t worry,” Andrew vowed, his eyes flinty. “The Quinn family will pay. But the company… It’s out of reach now.”

“That’s easy. I can ensure Monroe’s support,” Anna countered smoothly. “But unnecessary.” A sly smile curved her lips. “Stella’s actually

competent. She found the market’s flaws, planning to rebuild a new one.”

Her smile sharpened. “Let her rebuild it. Let her bleed herself dry restoring the company. Then, we pluck the ripe fruit.”

Andrew’s eyes lit with predatory understanding. “Of course! Let her break her back. We take the harvest.”

“Exactly,” Anna purred.

Andrew nodded slowly. “If I take over the company now, the risk falls on me. And Max is still in a coma.” His face twisted. “Perhaps his coma is a mercy. To side with Stella against his own family? Madness.”

He paused, then his gaze locked onto hers, sharp as a blade. “Anna. Tell me the truth. Was Stella behind your grandmother’s death?”

Anna’s heart hammered against her ribs. She’d braced for this, but the directness still rattled her mask. “You…” she breathed, eyes widening in perfectly feigned shock. “You know?”

Blinded by grief and rage, Andrew missed her micro–flinch. “Yeah. I never even got to say goodbye to her.” He said, voice thick, “Recently, I’ve always met her in my dreams. I failed her.”

Anna covered her hand with his. “Regret won’t bring her back, Dad. Focus on healing. Get strong.” Her voice dropped, venomous. “Then we make Stella pay for Grandma.”

Andrew felt encouraged by her words. “You’re right. Wallowing is useless. I will recover. And none of those who hurt us will get away with it.”

A cold, triumphant smile touched Anna’s lips. ‘Keep digging, Stella. Dig your grave. While you chase ghosts, Dad sharpens the knife for you. Maybe fate will take you out before I even need to lift a finger.’

“Oh, Dad,” Anna added softly, “Mom…”

Andrew’s face instantly purpled. “That woman! Her name alone spikes my blood pressure. Have you seen her?” he demanded.

Anna nodded. “She’s doing pretty well at Jack’s place. She’s recovering, and Jack’s very attentive. His wife is still visiting her parents. Oblivious. But when she finds out her husband’s playing nursemaid to another woman, she’ll definitely kick her out.”

“Shameless!” Andrew spat. “They haven’t divorced yet, and she’s already moved in? Find a way to let Mrs. Wyle know about this,” Andrew

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Anna nodded and gave Andrew a hug. “Just focus on getting better, We have to stay here a bit longer.” She sighed, “The house is repossessed. Even when you’re discharged, there’s nowhere to go. But don’t worry, I’ll find work soon, get us a rental.”

Andrew had heard some of this from Stella–another Fiona–shaped disaster. ‘She will pay,‘ he vowed silently. “Alright, Anna, thanks for all

you’re doing,” he said.

“It’s nothing, Dad,” Anna murmured, the perfect, devoted daughter. “Anything for family.”

Andrew’s heart swelled. ‘This is a true daughter,‘ he thought.

Back at Hayes Group, Stella’s phone buzzed like an angry hornet. “We’ve got eyes on Emily. Are you coming?”

“I’m on my way,” Stella replied instantly. “Don’t lose her.”

Stella met the team at the hospital. “She spooked,” a man reported. “Sensed us and bolted into the crowd. But we have a tail. She won’t

shake us.”

Stella’s phone chimed–a new location ping. “Move!” she barked. They plunged into a frantic chase, through narrow alleys to bustling markets. But the route… Too many turns. Too much open ground. Stella’s steps faltered, then stopped dead.

“Ms. Hayes?” the team leader prompted, halting beside her.

Stella ignored him, mentally replaying the erratic path. It was a decoy run.

The team held their breath as Stella kept silent.

“Current location. Confirm. NOW,” Stella.ordered.

The leader immediately checked Emily’s location and reported. They headed to the spot.

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