Stella spent the entire day with Leah.
It was not until evening that Gray picked her up and drove her back to the castle.
She was drenched in sweat.
Whatever training she had done that day had clearly been more grueling than usual.
She handed the gun to Gray, who immediately secured it.
“You didn’t leave this at the shooting range?”
“I forgot.”
Stella’s tone was flat.
Gray quickly secured the weapon.
Stella had been so exhausted on the drive back that she had fallen asleep in the car.
Gray had not had a chance to speak to her.
While Stella went upstairs to shower, he waited downstairs.
Nearly half an hour passed before she finally came back down.
Her long hair was still damp.
The housekeeper had already arranged dinner for her.
When Stella saw Gray was still there, her brows drew together.
“Is there something else?”
Gray nodded.
The moment Stella saw his grave expression, she knew it was not good news.
She walked over to the dining table and sat down.
“Is it about Summer?”
“Yes. She has kidney failure.”
Stella had just picked up her spoon.
Her fingers tightened around the handle as she looked at Gray.
“That’s rather sudden, isn’t it?”
And should that not have been good news?
Why did Gray look so serious?
“It is.”
People like Summer did not deserve a peaceful ending.
Stella gave a soft laugh.
“So fate is on her side, is it? Is it really?”
Only yesterday, Summer had called to gloat.
She had claimed that even fate itself was protecting her.
That Stella winning a few battles meant nothing because the heavens were on Summer’s side.
She took a bite of beef and said nothing.
“Summer has a rare blood type,” Gray continued. “Finding a compatible donor won’t be easy. Should we still ”
Stella already had plans for Summer.
But now that even fate seemed to be closing in on her, should they still fight Felix for her?
“Continue as planned.”
Whatever fate intended for Summer was its business.
Stella had plans of her own.
Gray nodded.
“Understood.”
Moving against Summer now was effectively a declaration that Stella was breaking with Felix completely.
Gray left.
Stella continued eating alone.
When Aaron returned, he found her sitting by herself at the dining table.
“Aaron?”
“I came back to pick something up. Why are you home so late?”
“You gave me a task,” Stella said obediently. “Of course I had to work twice as hard to complete it.”
Seeing how well-behaved she was, Aaron smiled with satisfaction.

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