Stella took a slow breath and said nothing more.
Everyone was different.
She knew she could never tolerate a life like Ivy’s.
“Evan probably won’t let you leave Seaborne anytime soon either, will he?” Ivy asked.
Stella remained silent.
“Your brother really is a bastard,” Ivy continued. “I always knew he was difficult, but I never imagined he’d treat his own sister this badly.”
Whenever Aaron came up, disappointment entered Ivy’s voice.
Stella, however, had no desire to discuss him.
“Sweetheart, did you cook again?”
Amos’s voice came from behind them.
Ivy paused and turned around.
“Stella said my cooking is delicious. Clearly, there’s something wrong with your taste buds.”
She had always assumed she was the problem.
No matter what she made, Amos claimed it tasted terrible. After hearing it so often, Ivy had genuinely started to believe she could not cook.
But Stella liked the food.
That proved Amos was the problem.
Amos walked over and slipped an arm around Ivy’s shoulders.
“Why are you talking about that man again?”
He had overheard her mention Aaron.
Truthfully, he hated hearing Aaron’s name, especially from Ivy.
“I only said he was a bastard. It wasn’t anything else.”
“You wanted to say something else?”
Jealousy was unmistakable in his voice.
Stella felt a headache coming on.
She had completely lost her appetite, so she quickly made an excuse and left.
Ivy had not said much, but Stella understood the message.
Now that she was in Seaborne, leaving would not be easy.
First, it had been Hogarth Castle.
Now it was this place.
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