Chapter 340:
She paused before adding, “If your family is willing, you can raise the child. I don’t want anything in return.”
Jazlyn stared at her, her expression unreadable.
At the nearby table, Stella quietly averted her eyes. She had absolutely no interest in whatever drama Marc had gotten himself into now. That chapter of her life was closed—sealed shut.
Noticing Stella’s clear disinterest, Sandra took the hint and decided it was best they change their table. Their close presence might draw attention.
They both rose to leave discreetly—only for a waiter to approach with a tray. “Are you switching tables? Sorry, this is the last available one right now. Everywhere else is full.”
His voice, unfortunately, carried a little too far.
Heads turned—including Doreen’s and Jazlyn’s.
Caught in the moment, Stella exhaled sharply and sat back down, helpless. Jazlyn’s eyes narrowed as she recognized Stella. When she noticed Stella’s obvious desire to leave, her irritation bubbled over.
“Stella,” Jazlyn snapped, her voice loud and sharp. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? How rude can you be? No manners at all!”
Stella didn’t flinch. Her tone turned cold, clipped. “Why would I waste time listening to your drama? If you didn’t want to be overheard, maybe you should’ve booked a private room—or kept your voice down. Isn’t that just basic common sense?”
Jazlyn’s glare hardened. “Don’t act so clever. You’re always scheming. What, planning to run and gossip about what you heard?”
Stella gave a dry laugh. “Wow, so even you know it’s not something worth bragging about. If that’s the case, maybe your son should stop doing things he’s ashamed of. Whether I talk or not? That’s my decision—not yours.”
Cornered, Jazlyn’s face flushed red. But instead of backing down, her gaze shifted toward Doreen… and a new thought crossed her mind. A cruel smirk formed.
“You’re just jealous, aren’t you?” she sneered. “Watching someone else carry my son’s child—it must sting, especially when you can’t have kids.”
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Jazlyn didn’t know much about Doreen—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was carrying her son’s child. That alone was enough to shift the power dynamic in her eyes. After all these years, Stella had never once been pregnant.
Jazlyn’s voice turned cutting, laced with mockery. “Stella, you used to play the sweet, innocent one, but look where that got you. My son’s about to become a father—and you? Your belly’s been flat for years. Who do you have to blame for that but yourself?”
She was well aware of the past incident—and in her eyes, that history only made Stella more unworthy. What really happened that night? For all Jazlyn cared, maybe it had left lasting damage—maybe even made Stella incapable of having children. The thought only deepened her disdain. What right did a woman with such a past have to argue with her?
Stella let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Jazlyn, you really never disappoint—blurring out things like this in public, and still hanging on to those ancient ideas like having a child somehow guarantees a legacy. Wow! You never fail to surprise me.”
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