Left Them Loved Myself (Stella Spencer) novel Chapter 117

“He’s dead?” Stella gasped, eyes wide in shock. “What on earth happened?”

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“I really don’t know,” Erica replied, shaking her head. “I only heard about it when I bumped into Captain Lance on my way back.

“So where is he now?” Stella asked.

With him dead, all leads to the Jansen family had vanished. Unless they could hunt down the killer, but what were the chances of that?

Anyone bold enough to tie up loose ends like that had probably thought of everything.

“Captain Lance left in a hurry. I really don’t know where he went.” Erica admitted.

Stella bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. She wanted to call him and ask, but worried she’d just get in his way, so she kept her phone down.

“Don’t stress about it.” Erica said gently. “When Captain Lance’s done, he’ll definitely update you on the case.”

“Yeah, that’s all we can do for now,” Stella sighed.

“What else could I have done?” Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

She stood by the window in her hospital room, letting the breeze caress her face. The icy chill in her voice faded a little.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Theodore was nearly frantic. “But… that guy died in front of everyone! If they start digging into our family, how am I supposed to explain this?”

“So, did you even handle what I asked you to do yesterday or not?” Sylvia frowned.

“Everything’s done like you said, but I’m still nervous…” Theodore stammered, his voice shaking. “What if they just keep coming after us?”

Just thinking about facing an investigation from the authorities made his heart race.

“Don’t freak out, Sylvia said coolly. “As long as you didn’t mess up this time, even if they’re suspicious, they can’t prove anything. And…

She paused, a confident smirk tugging at her lips. “This case will be over soon. Even if they want to dig deeper, they won’t be able to

Just keep your cool, Sylvia warned one last time.

“Alright. Got it. That was all Theodore could say. After promising over and over that he’d keep things under control, he hung up.

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The next moment, a knock echoed at the door, followed by a child’s bubbling voice full of excitement. “Ms. Jansen, Dad and I are here to see you!”

Sylvia closed her eyes for a second, quickly hiding the fierceness in her eyes. When she opened them again, her face lit up in surprise as she went to open the door.

“Hey, Irene!” Sylvia’s face lit up, warmth in her eyes. “I was just saying how much I missed you, and here you are already! You’re really my precious girl.”

Sylvia leaned down and teased Irene, who proudly held out the thermos she’d brought, like showing off a treasure. “Ms. Jansen, look what I brought for you!”

Even before opening it, Sylvia could already smell the chicken soup wafting out. She didn’t spoil the surprise and just played along, asking, “What is it?”

“I made this chicken soup just for you!” Irene chirped proudly, all smiles as she handed it over.

She’d spent several days fussing over this soup at home. Otherwise, she would have rushed over to see her favorite Sylvia long ago.

Well, to be honest, it was mostly Betty helping her out in the kitchen.

“Really?” Sylvia played along with a surprised look as she opened the container, unable to hide her delight. “Irene, you’re the best! I really love it. I promise I’ll finish every last drop later.”

Irene nodded, beaming. “I’m glad you like it, Ms. Jansen!”

The two of them chatted like no one else was around, not noticing Ernest nearby. His eyes, catching the sunlight from the window, looked impossibly deep and unfathomable.

Sylvia slid out the tray on her hospital bed and poured the chicken soup into a small bowl, leaving it to cool before having some later.

She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ernest. He spoke up, voice laid–back, “Just say whatever’s on your mind.”

“I just realized…” Sylvia bit her lip. “Ms. Spencer is next door. Since Irene’s here, maybe we should visit her.”

Before Ernest could answer, Irene burst out, “I’m not going!”

In the end, Sylvia cut in, her tone icy. “Ms. Russell, isn’t it a little petty for you to stoop to bickering with a kid?”

“Petty?” Erica sneered. “If I don’t call her out, am I supposed to argue with you instead?”

She slapped her own forehead in mock exasperation. “Oh, that’s on me–I almost forgot. You’re the side chick here, no wonder you can’t stand anyone bringing it up.”

Sylvia just shrugged it off, her smile cool and collected. “Ms. Russell, sometimes, in love, it’s not about who gets there first.”

“Oh, please,” Erica shot back, full of sarcasm. “Even if timing means nothing to you, ever heard of basic self- respect? They’re still married, for crying out loud, and here you are all eager, practically begging for a chance to jump in-”

Erica stopped herself, shooting a warning look at Irene. But she didn’t need to finish; her eyes made it crystal clear just how low she thought Sylvia would stoop.

Even Sylvia, who was always the picture of calm, was finally starting to crack.

Instead of snapping back, she shot a glance at Ernest, who just lounged there quietly, looking for all the world like he was enjoying prime–time entertainment.

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Seriously? Not even a word?‘ Sylvia grumbled to herself, a wave of annoyance rolling over her.

Nothing. Not a single word from him.

Ernest acted like she didn’t exist–he didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids.

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Erica burst out laughing. “Damn, is the scumbag and his tramp actually breaking up? And here I thought your two were ride or die, till the end of time.”

Erica was absolutely roasting them, serving up the sass with zero chill.

Sylvia’s eyes were rimmed with red, her voice choked and shaky as she called out, “Ernest…”

At last, Ernest lazily spoke up, his voice cool and detached. “Had enough drama yet?”

He barely showed any emotion, but for some reason, Erica still felt herself getting totally intimidated–like the whole room had suddenly turned ice–cold.

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