Chapter 147
Stella rushed to the hospital, barely catching her breath before spotting Charles standing outside Old Mrs. Hart's room.
Her anger boiled over the second she saw him. Without hesitation, she strode forward and slapped him across the face, hard.
Her palm stung, but her heart ached even more.
"Charles, what the hell were you thinking? How could you let Isabelle into the villa? You know without fingerprint access she couldn't have gotten in, don't you?"
Stella's eyes were red, disbelief written all over her face. When had Charles added Isabelle's fingerprint?
Charles's face turned with the slap, a red mark quickly forming on his cheek. He kept his head low, words stuck in his throat.
This was on him, and deep down, he knew he deserved that slap. It hurt, but that felt right.
His voice was hoarse as he finally said, "Stella, I'm sorry. It's my fault. She came to me crying, saying Grandma didn't like her. I... I felt sorry for her and added her fingerprint. I didn't think it through."
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