That afternoon at the Walters' residence.
As soon as Stella stepped into the house, Alicia practically dragged her to the master bedroom by the wrist.
"Mom, what are you doing? You hurt my wrist!"
Despite the complaint, Stella didn't even try to resist. She already knew what this was about.
After all, she did drop a bomb at the company this morning.
And instead of going home right away, she had stopped by her apartment to drop a few essentials: clothes, makeup, a laptop, and snacks, just in case her father decided to throw her out of the house.
Well, she was ready for war.
However, now...
Stella sat on the edge of her mother's bed, watching her pace back and forth before finally stopping and turning to her, her eyes red and trembling.
"What have you done, Stella?" Alicia demanded, voice shaking. "Why would you do that? Why didn't you tell me first?"
"Mom…" Stella sighed and tried to sound calm, even smiling faintly. "Because if I told you, you would've stopped me."
