Left Them Loved Myself (Stella Spencer) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Stella’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to look toward the door.

‘Don’t move!”

Evelyn reacted instantly, her hand pressing down on Stella’s uninjured left shoulder. “The doctor was very clear–bones take time to mend! With injuries like yours, you are not to move a muscle until you’re fully healed!”

“But what’s going on out there?” Stella asked, a note of anxiety in her voice.

“Your brother is out there!” Evelyn said, her voice firm with absolute confidence in her son. “He can handle it. You just focus on getting better. The world could be ending, and he wouldn’t let it touch you.”

“Alright…” Stella thought, reluctantly settling back down, though her eyes remained fixed on the closed door.

Out in the hospital corridor.

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shoved Ernest with such fury that he stumbled back, his spine slamming hard against the door of the opposite mpact forced a muffled grunt from him, his brow furrowing in pain.

A night back. He just looked at Harvey, a complex emotion flickering in his dark eyes–maybe a hint of guilt, but it was overshadowed by annoyance at being manhandled.

A bitter, sarcastic laugh escaped Harvey. “What’s the matter, Mr. Lloyd? Feeling wronged? Or is my sister’s life just that worthless to you?”

He closed the distance between them until they were nearly nose to nose.

The usually gentle and refined Harvey Spencer was now emanating a terrifying aura of pure fury.

“You listen to me, Ernest Lloyd. The Spencers may not have the centuries of power your family does, but my sister, Stella, is priceless. She is not some toy you can summon and dismiss whenever you please!

‘I’ve tolerated everything that’s happened until now, for the sake of our families‘ history and Stella’s own choices. But that ends today.”

Harvey’s eyes turned wild and resolute, his expression carrying the ferocity of a man willing to burn everything down. “From this day on, if you ever come near her again, if she loses so much as a single hair on her head because of you or your drama…

“I, Harvey Spencer, swear that I will burn the entire Spencer legacy to the ground and shed every last drop of my blood to drag the whole Lloyd family down with me! I mean it. Go ahead and test me.”

For the first time, a chill ran down Ernest’s spine, caused by this man he’d always seen as mild–mannered.

The thugs currently receiving “special attention from the police were a direct testament to just how far Harvey was willing

to go.

The mask of indifference on Ernest’s face finally cracked. His throat felt tight as he spoke, his voice low and laced with an almost imperceptible rasp. Tm sorry. When my grandfather called, I did try to call her..

“And when she didn’t pick up, you just washed your hands of it, right?” Harvey cut him off with a sneer,

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Ernest fell silent. The truth was undeniable.

At that moment, Stella had been running for her life with Irene in her arms, her phone long lost. How could she have possibly answered?

And he, out of his usual aversion and indifference, had simply dismissed it when the call went unanswered and returned to sitting by Sylvia’s bedside.

If only… if only he had given it a second thought, made just one more call to the Lloyd Manor or the Spencers…

CRACK!

A deafening sound exploded next to Ernest’s head.

Harvey’s fist, fueled by pure rage, slammed into the metal door beside his face. The door dented inward with a sickening

groan.

The sudden violence and the rush of air from the near–miss made Ernest’s pupils contract. He snapped back to reality, his gaze meeting Harvey’s bloodshot eyes, which burned with a crazed fire.

Harvey slowly retracted his trembling, scraped fist. His voice, in contrast, became unnervingly calm, a dead quiet that was

fying than his rage. “We’re done with the past, Ernest. But from now on-”

rectly into Ernest’s eyes, articulating each word with chilling clarity. “Stay away from my sister. Or you’ll face the

es.”

With that, Harvey seemed to shed a tremendous weight, as if he had expended all his energy. He released his grip on Ernest and, without another glance, turned to leave.

Just then…

“Mean uncle! Stop bullying my daddy!”

A small figure shot out from around the corner like a cannonball, ramming headfirst into Harvey’s legs with all her might.

Caught off guard, Harvey staggered back a step before regaining his balance.

He looked down at Irene, who was baring her teeth at him like a cornered animal, her face a mask of fury. A wave of absurd, bleak despair washed over him, culminating in a bone–chilling laugh.

Heh…”

He slowly crouched down, bringing himself to her eye level. All the previous warmth and affection he once had for her was gone, replaced by the detached indifference one shows a stranger. “Your great–aunt was right. You really are… an ungrateful little brat.”

Irene was young, but she understood the sting of a phrase like “ungrateful brat.”

She couldn’t believe that her uncle, the one who used to hug her, buy her candy, and smile at her, was now speaking to her with such cold, ugly words.

An overwhelming sense of injustice flooded her. Her eyes quickly turned red and filled with tears. “But.. but you were the one bullying Daddy!” she cried out. “Why are you being so mean to mel

Harvey looked at her tear–streaked face and felt nothing. Even the anger had faded, leaving only a profound exhaustion and

distance.

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Chapter 167

He pulled his lips into a smile devoid of any warmth, his tone as flat as if he were stating an irrelevant fact.

I guess it’s because… I really, really don’t like you anymore.”

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He stood up, not sparing another look at the stunned Irene or the grim–faced Ernest. He pushed the hospital room door open and walked inside, shutting the father and daughter out in the cold world of the corridor.

Harvey’s icy words, “I really, really don’t like you anymore,” pierced right through Irene’s heart.

The tears that had been welling in her eyes now burst forth like a broken dam, streaming down her face in fat, silent drops.

Her entire life, she had been the cherished princess of both the Lloyd and Spencer families, coddled and adored by

everyone.

She had grown so accustomed to being the center of their universe that she took their love for granted, believing it was an endless, unconditional right.

But her uncle’s disgust and her mother’s coldness created a chasm of loss inside her, making her feel utterly abandoned.

“Waaaaah-”

A piercing, heart–wrenching wail suddenly erupted, echoing through the entire hospital corridor.

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face was flushed, her nose bright red as she squeezed her eyes shut and cried at the top of her lungs. Tears ed her face, a truly pathetic sight.

on drew the attention of people in nearby rooms and at the nurses‘ station. Heads popped out, and seeing the chila crying so miserably, they couldn’t help but offer advice.

“Oh, the poor thing is hysterical! You should comfort her!”

“Yes, she’ll cry her throat raw! It’s not good for her eyes, either!”

“The parents should pick her up…”