Chapter 511
“Sure, I’ll let you know as soon as I have any news.” I replied casually.
Until the day Dylan revealed his secret with Karina, I wouldn’t disclose her whereabouts to him, unless he found out on his own, which would be beyond my control.
After ending the call, Stella asked, “Is your friend trying to find a doctor?”
I nodded my head, pondered for a while, and decided to spill the beans about Karina and Dylan. After hearing the whole story, Stella shared my intuition that something fishy was going on between Dylan and Karina, and it wasn’t something small.
“Yeah, that’s why I want to figure out what’s going on. Karina has been relentlessly plotting against me, and I can’t just sit and do nothing.” I responded.
“Absolutely!” Stella agreed with my approach, “She’s cunning and even more manipulative than that Bonnie Bitch we knew. We need to be prepared.”
As I glanced outside, darkness had fallen again. I realized I had been back in Rosemont for a week now. Time flied.
Only here did I feel a sense of belonging. The environment and the cultural vibe made me feel comfortable. I secretly made up my mind that if I could clear things up with Neil and Russel and avoid any future entanglements, I would return and live in Rosemont for the rest of my life.
After all, my best friends were here.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The housekeeper went to answer it, but she didn’t recognize the visitor and came back to inform Stella.
Before the housekeeper could finish her sentence, I saw a shadow darting in. It was literally darting, for it was as fast as a dog. But it wasn’t an actual dog; it was Mitch.
He looked disheveled with unshaved chin and red eyes, looking like he hadn’t slept or cared for himself for days. He seemed to emanate an aura of resentment.
Seeing Mitch, Stella practically jumped, and without a second thought, picked up a toy from the floor and threw it at him, “Who let you in? Get out!”
“Stella, you’re being unreasonable!” Mitch pointed angrily at Stella, “How could you dress like that and go to the bar? And leave the kids at home, huh?”
I was stunned. How did Mitch know about this?
Was it Neil who told him?
“I have three babysitters here and I don’t hire for nothing! And we’re divorced, what I wear to the bar is my business, not yours!” Stella retorted, “This is my house! Leave now, or I’ll call the police!”.
Mitch, inflamed by Stella’s defiance, stormed over to the mat. After identifying his three children, he attempted to carry them all at once. Stella tried to stop him, “What are you doing? Are you here to snatch the kids?”
“I haven’t seen them for a long time! They’re my children too! Stella, don’t be a shrew!” Mitch stared at Stella, mustering the courage to retort.
“I don’t care, I have their custody now, my word is the law!” Stella grabbed the children from Mitch’s arms, but the older two recognized their dad and insisted on being held by him.
The situation escalated, and the children might be frightened if it kept going on. I stepped in, trying to end their quarrel, “That’s enough. Please calm down and talk. The kids can easily be scared!”
Stella looked down at the children in her arms. They were indeed frightened. She softened her tone and summoned the babysitters, who took the children to the playroom. Only the three of us adults remained.
Mitch looked exhausted, with prominent dark marks under his eyes. I asked, “Aren’t you busy in Eldoria? How could you find time to come back?”
“Huh, if it weren’t for Russel’s message, I wouldn’t have known you two left the kids to go to a bar dressing like that. Unbelievable!” Mitch was clearly angry discussing it.
To my surprise, it wasn’t Neil but Russel who had leaked the information. How could he… “Why the hell did Russel tell you all this?” Stella was also furious.
“What did he say wrong? And you, Irene, your kid had gastroenteritis, and you went to a bar?” Mitch suddenly turned his anger towards me.
I found it amusing, “I went to the bar first. Then my kid got sick, and I rushed to the hospital. Did you think I’d go out when my child is sick?”
“Divorced women sure are bold, Irene. Don’t you have anyone to answer to?”
I realized today just how chauvinistic Mitch was.
I scoffed, “Answer to whom? I haven’t broken any laws.”
“Exactly, Rena. Let’s not waste our breath on him. Mitch, if you don’t leave now, I really will get violent!” Stella had had enough. She got up to fetch a broom, a handy tool for chasing people away.
Mitch adopted a desperate stance, “Go ahead and kill me. I won’t leave without a satisfactory answer today!”
Stella laughed sarcastically, “Oh? What answer do you want?”
“You give me a promise, in writing, that you won’t dress like that and go to the bar anymore, and you can’t abandon the kids!” Mitch boldly voiced his demands.
He was practically asking for trouble.
As expected, the moment he finished speaking, a cup flew towards him. Stella was livid; she pointed at Mitch and yelled, “Who are you to criticize me? When did I ever neglect my kids? Mitch, remember, we divorced because you were flirting with a vixen, not because ! wronged you. Didn’t you think of our children then?”
Though Mitch avoided the flying cup, he couldn’t avoid Stella’s verbal lashing. His face turned pale, probably reminded of his foolish actions in the past.
Men, sometimes they can be such conceited beings that nobody could communicate with.
Even if Stella was about to take a swing at Mitch with a baseball bat, I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop her.
“I messed up, okay? Wasn’t that being why I let you have all the kids?” Mitch said, his voice much softer than before, not daring to look Stella in the eye.
“So get out!” Stella barked, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and hurling it in Mitch’s direction with all her might.
Mitch dodged it again, but the pillow hit Neil square in the chest as he walked in. He caught it reflexively and then frowned at us all.
