Chapter 75

Stella's gentle tone held a quiet sharpness, the kind of softness that could cut deeper than harsher words. Tara finished her meal and wiped her mouth with a napkin. "That day, anyone in pain would have received the same kindness from me. Your identity was irrelevant." Stella sat frozen, her expression stunned. Even after Tara left the room, her shock lingered. She hadn't expected her attempt to reconcile to fall flat, let alone receive such a blunt response. The change in Tara was something Stella struggled to understand. Meanwhile, Tara went about her duties. After dropping off her tray at the kitchen's cleaning area, she hurried upstairs to collect the used dinnerware. When she entered Soren's room, his gaze immediately locked onto her, burning with intensity as he watched her every move. Lounging lazily on the couch, he broke the silence. "What size do you wear for tops, bottoms, and shoes?" Tara paused, puzzled by the unexpected question. "Why are you asking, Mr. Farrell?"