“I can’t be his friend,” Stella said.
Augustus then slammed his fist on the table. “Why did you prefer to be useless? Do you remember how passionately we want to connect our company to the Golden Hernandez?”
“Do you want to sell me away?” she asked.
“You are so wicked. I lost my wife because of you. If she’s still alive, do you think we would ask you for help?” Augustus asked.
Stella looked away. Tears filled her eyes as his father’s words opened old scars in her heart.
“Be gentle with her, Augustus. Maybe she hasn’t understood the friendship Larry wants. I will gladly explain what she might not understand,” old Mrs. Morrison said.
She then looked at Stella, who was wiping her tears.
“Larry rarely has friends. His parents were surprised and paid our remaining debt. Larry won’t stop
