Haynes furrowed his brow, interrupting the conversation between the two. “Stella, you might want to take a look at these photos first.”

Stella glanced down, quickly flipping through the photos. “Yes, I did make these things for Marvin.”

“And what about him bullying Keen?” Haynes asked.

Stella’s brow twitched slightly. “These photos have nothing to do with Marvin bullying Keen, right?”

Haynes picked up on the hint of bias in Stella’s voice, his gaze turning icy. “So, you think Keen’s lying?”

Stella replied, “We need to investigate properly to determine who’s lying.”

Stella’s words were fair, but Haynes had always disliked Marvin and his father. Stella’s insistence on being “fair and just” irked him.

“Stella, are you seriously doubting your own son?”

“That’s not what I said,” Stella shot back.

Haynes narrowed his eyes. “But you don’t trust him either. Admit it.”

Stella remained calm. “Keen is still young and hasn’t developed a full understanding of things. We can’t just take a child’s word at face value.”

Haynes’ gaze grew colder, his eyes fixed on Stella as he spoke each word deliberately. “He’s not just a child. He’s your son.”

Stella chuckled softly. “And you’re my husband, aren’t you? Have you ever believed in me?”

Haynes was taken aback, ready to respond, but Stella gently cut him off. “I never said I didn’t believe him. I just want to investigate. Besides, when Rachel fell down the stairs, it was Keen who swore I pushed her.”

“And in the end, everyone saw what truly happened. Is it wrong for me to question his words?”

Haynes found himself speechless. Even Keen didn’t seem so confident anymore.

Deanna, however, was unyielding, issuing commands without hesitation. “Stella, I don’t care if you want to make money or whatever your reasons are, you need to quit your job right now! I heard that Marvin kid doesn’t even have a mom…”

Deanna’s words were abruptly cut off by Stella’s icy tone. “Deanna, Marvin is not an orphan, please mind your words.”

Deanna was so furious her head ached, massaging her temples, unable to find the words. Seeing this, Stella turned to Haynes.

“Haynes, can we first release my friend and then talk about the rest?”

Though Haynes was displeased with Stella, he noticed Deanna’s old ailments flaring up and handed her a pill bottle. “Mom, these are the meds Stella brought for you. Are they the ones you usually take?”

Deanna remembered how Stella had deliberately avoided bringing her meds, leaving her with headaches for days, and her fury only intensified. She took the bottle and hurled it in Stella’s direction with all her might!

Deanna clutched her head with one hand, pointing at Stella with the other. “You think those pills give you power over me? You’re dead wrong! Stella, listen up, you won’t get away with this! This isn’t over!”

The bottle shattered at Stella’s feet, glass shards scattering everywhere, with one piece grazing her cheek, leaving a small line of blood trickling down her face, adding a grim touch to the scene. Pills rolled across the floor, settling in various spots.

An eerie silence settled over the room, and no one dared to speak. Callie whispered softly, “Mom, Stella… Stella seems hurt.”

Deanna, hearing this, only laughed. “What goes around comes around. That’s karma for trying to control me with meds!”