Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 525

Logan stepped forward, blocking her view. "Miss Stella, let's go somewhere else. We shouldn't disturb Mr. Lancaster."

Stella was half-coaxed, half-forced away.

The fleeting image of the unprecedented tenderness on her Uncle Harrison’s face was seared into her mind, and she felt like she was about to explode.

"So the rumors in Riverton were true? Who is that vixen?!"

"She's not a vixen, she's our madam," Logan corrected calmly. "You should call her Aunt, Miss Stella."

"In your dreams! Not just anyone can be my aunt! There's only one person who deserves that title!" Stella fumed, stomping her foot.

She had heard the rumors in Riverton—that a girl had appeared by her Uncle Harrison's side, that he spoiled her endlessly, that they might even be married. Worried, she had come to see for herself.

She never thought it would all be true.

If that was the case, what would happen to Naomi?

"What's her background? What makes her worthy of my Uncle Harrison?" she demanded after calming down slightly.

Logan replied evenly, "Whether she's worthy or not is for Mr. Lancaster to decide."

Stella wasn't listening. "How did she manage to wrap him around her little finger? Is it just because of her face?!"

As she said this, the stunning image of Anastasia from her first glance flashed in her mind. Her anger faltered for a second, her thoughts hazy.

She quickly snapped out of it, even more furious than before.

*She really is a vixen! I almost fell under her spell after just one look!*

"This won't do. I have to drive her away and win Uncle Harrison back for Naomi!" she declared, clenching her fist.

Though delighted to see her great-granddaughter, the old lady didn't forget her grandson and his wife. After a few words, she pulled Stella over. "This is your Aunt Anastasia. Have you met? She's not much older than you. It's good that you're here; you two can keep each other company."

Stella shot Anastasia a quick, resentful glance. "What aunt? Great-Grandma, I never even heard that Uncle Harrison got married!"

"That was your uncle's decision. He planned to tell everyone when he returned to Riverton. It's normal that you didn't know. But now you're here, so you know," the old lady explained gently.

The truth was, Harrison had requested privacy because he believed he was dying and wanted to protect Anastasia. He feared that if he died, she would be targeted by his enemies simply for being his wife. But now that he was going to live, there was no need to hide their marriage.

Hearing the fondness and high regard in her great-grandmother's voice for Anastasia, Stella was both shocked and anxious.

She glared at Anastasia and said deliberately, "But Great-Grandma, if Uncle Harrison was going to get married, shouldn't he have married Naomi?!"

The moment the words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Harrison's eyes turned icy, his anger palpable.