Left Them Loved Myself (Stella Spencer) novel Chapter 116

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Mark Worley never wanted to go through the humiliation of tonight’s party ever again.

Those people mocked him openly, threw their influence around to pressure him, and forced him to apologize. They made a public spectacle of him in front of all the guests, turning him into the laughingstock of high society.

Just the thought of it made Eric’s eyes burn with hatred.

Not once did he stop to think that maybe he was the problem.

“Not bad,” Sylvia said, clearly pleased with his response. That unhidden hatred was just the leverage she needed to control him. “Trust me, this is one choice you won’t regret.”

“You’re right.” Mark nodded, even more respectful now. “Ms. Jansen, just say the word.”

“Alright.” Sylvia nodded, very pleased with his reply.

No one knew what they’d talked about in that hospital room. When Mark finally came out, his steps were heavy, but the hunger for money and power in his eyes was blazing, impossible to hide.

It was like as soon as Mark was out the door, Theodore came rushing up to the hospital room, drenched in sweat. He nervously nudged the door open just a sliver and instantly locked eyes with Sylvia’s chilling gaze. His legs nearly buckled–he almost sank to his knees out of sheer terror.

“S–Sylvia, why… why’d you call me over so late? Is–Is something up?” Theodore stammered, lips quivering.

Sylvia flashed him a smile colder than ice. “Dad, don’t tell me you don’t already know.”

“I…” Theodore stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

The truth was, Theodore had already guessed what was up. Sylvia’s rare coldness, calling him in at this hour- it was obvious that he’d been exposed. She knew he hadn’t handled the problem like he was supposed to.

“Dad, come a little closer,” Sylvia said, beckoning him over.

Theodore shuffled forward, still clueless about what was happening. They stopped with about two feet between them. The overhead lights threw shifting shadows across the wall, giving the whole scene the heavy atmosphere of a courtroom–almost like Sylvia was about to pass judgment.

Out of nowhere, Theodore felt anxiety gnawing at him, as if something bad was lurking right around the

corner.

His instincts had been dead right.

Sylvia rose up and, without hesitation, landed a full–force slap on Theodore’s face.

With the smack ringing out, Theodore’s head snapped to the side, a thin line of blood seeping at the corner of his mouth. He froze, utterly shocked.

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A few seconds later, he pressed his hand to his face and glared at Sylvia in disbelief. “Are you crazy? I’m your father! How could you…”

“Let me make this clear,” Sylvia cut him off coldly. “If you weren’t my father, you’d have vanished by now- nobody would even remember you existed.”

Her words instantly washed away every bit of Theodore’s anger, leaving behind nothing but respect tinged with fear in his eyes.

Most people probably saw Sylvia as bright and charming, lively as hell. But Theodore, her own father, knew better than anyone just how cold–blooded she could be.

Outwardly, she was fierce, and when it came to family, she was even scarier. She’d been like that ever since she was a kid.

When she was a kid, Sylvia was always getting genuinely sick or hurt–never faking a thing. That way, Theodore would come by more and actually feel sorry for Louisa.

Pretending would just make people annoyed sooner or later. Real injuries and illnesses were the only things that drew genuine sympathy.

If Stella was tortured by what was inside her head, then Sylvia dealt with pain that one could see and touch.

That was exactly why Theodore ended up kicking out Stella and her mom, Elaine Spencer, letting Sylvia and Louisa take their place.

In Sylvia, Theodore saw the future of the Jansen family, and it turned out he’d made the right call–no question about it.

But as for his actual standing in the family, that was where things got pretty awkward.

“Sylvia, I’ve never handled something like this before—of course, there are going to be mistakes. Please, don’t be upset,” Theodore pleaded, his voice thick with appeasement. “If it comes down to it, I’ll track the guy down and deal with him for good.”

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“Shut up,” Sylvia cut him off coldly. “I’ve already handled it and sent people to take care of everything. I called you here tonight for one reason: you need to make a clean break with that guy, and make it quick. I want it so even if the Jansen family gets investigated, nothing can trace back to us.”

Theodore grunted in reply and was about to walk out when Sylvia’s voice suddenly cut through the air, sharp as a whip. “Hold on.”

Theodore stopped, nerves on edge. “Is there anything else?” he asked, stealing a glance back at her.

Sylvia’s eyes were like cold steel, and her words carried no trace of warmth. “This is the last time. If you mess up again–or keep anything from me–both you and this family…”

She stopped for a heartbeat, her tone dropping to something deadly. “You’ll all go down together.”

“Al–alright, got it,” Theodore muttered, his voice shaking with fear.

He didn’t dare linger for even a second–he spun around and practically ran out of the room.

Only once he reached the hallway outside did Theodore realize his entire back was drenched in cold sweat, his heart racing so fast it felt like it was trying to escape his chest.

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, Theodore actually found himself missing Stella. Compared to Sylvia, Stella never put any real pressure on him–he could scold or hit her whenever he felt like it and always got to play the all–powerful father. He realized just how much he missed that sense of dominance.

“Oh, whatever. I’ll go deal with that rebellious bastard after all this blows over,” he grumbled under his breath.

He threw a quick glance at the hospital room next door, now plunged in darkness, and then walked out of the

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Early the next morning, Stella had just opened her eyes when Erica rushed in, breathless, still clutching the breakfast she’d just bought. The news she brought nearly knocked Stella out of bed. “Stella! This is serious! That guy’s dead!”

Stella sat up, frowning in confusion. “And: People die in hospitals every single day.”

Erica shook her head urgently, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “No, not just any patient–it’s the guy Captain Lance was personally watching. The one the Jansen family wanted dead.”

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