Summer Monroe swept a cold gaze up and down Stella Monroe and said, "Now, it’s time to settle the score between the two of us, murderer Stella Monroe. Do you have anything else to say?"

As she spoke, she shook the recorder in her hand.

Everything Stella had previously said was recorded without missing a word.

Stella’s face was filled with terror as her eyes widened, babbling frantically.

But Summer was no longer interested in listening to Stella’s nonsense; she waved her hand and said, "Take her back to Crestfall!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Unlike Felix Jennings, Stella Monroe was thrown into the trunk, bound tightly.

She reeked of a pigsty, and after the bodyguard tossed her into the trunk, he pinched his nose in disgust.

"Damn, it stinks!"

"Close it quickly, it’s suffocatingly bad!"

Stella watched as the trunk lid slowly shut, the light before her dimming until there was nothing but darkness.

She closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face, looking utterly pitiable.

But pitiable people often have detestable traits; all of this was a consequence of Stella Monroe’s jealousy that brought such a fate upon herself.

And back in Crestfall, what awaited Stella was a fate of being reviled by all.

"Let’s go too." Damian Knight stretched lazily, resting his hand on Summer’s shoulder as he said, "It’s all resolved now; we can leave."

"Hold on a moment." Summer looked at Damian and said, "Give me one more hour; there’s still something I need to do."

"What is it?"

Summer didn’t answer, simply making her way towards Dottie’s house.

When Summer arrived at Dottie’s house, Dottie’s Dad was drinking in silence.

He couldn’t understand how the Stanton Family could be so bad, despite his trust in them. Even when Summer’s people came to get his signature, he scolded them, firmly defending the Stanton Family.

"Stop drinking, too much is bad for your health." Dottie’s Mom took away the bowl Dottie’s Dad was using, but in the next moment, she covered her mouth and started coughing violently, dropping the bowl with a "bang" to the floor.

The bowl shattered into pieces, and the next instant, a mouthful of black blood splattered onto the fragments.

"Honey!" Dottie’s Dad was startled, his drunkenness clearing instantly. He rushed to Dottie’s Mom, supporting her and asking worriedly, "Why are you coughing up blood?"

Dottie, seeing this, cried out, "Dad, Mom’s been coughing up blood for days, but she wouldn’t let me tell you."

"How could you keep something like this from me? Let’s go! We’re heading to the hospital right now!"

Dottie’s Dad was about to help Dottie’s Mom outside.

However, Dottie’s Mom pushed him away, shaking her head and saying, "No need to go, it’s a waste of money."

"How can getting treatment be a waste of money?"

Dottie’s Mom shook her head and said, "I know my own body. To be honest, I don’t have much time left."

"I don’t believe it!" Dottie’s Dad said, his eyes red, "I’m taking you to the hospital now! Even if I have to beg on my knees, I’ll make them cure you!"

"I won’t go!" Dottie’s Mom gripped the table edge tightly and said, "If you’re going to waste money like that, I might as well die right now!"

"How can you say such nonsense? What about Dottie without you?"

Dottie burst into even louder tears.

At this moment, a graceful figure appeared at the wobbly door of Dottie’s house.

It was Dottie’s Mom who first saw the person and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Monroe?"

Dottie stopped crying, then ran to Summer Monroe, hugging her leg tightly.

"Sister, please save my mom!"