"You don't need to prepare dinner for her, I've got it already."
Stella walked into Angela's room with a thermos container in her hand. She was wearing casual clothing with a baseball cap on her head as if trying to conceal her identity, but Angela knew precisely who she was from her gait.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Angela asked. She wanted to yell loudly at Stella, but she did not have any energy. Why did she not just leave her alone! Why were the Hills after her!?
"Oh, I heard from Abby that you got hurt, so I made chicken soup for you." Stella held out a thermos. "Consider this an apology for everything I have caused you." Stella looked at Angela apologetically.
Angela laughed out loud, almost maniacally. Was she stupid to believe her now, after Stella had tried to attack her twice!? Did she not get a hint the last two times?
"Why are you laughing?" Stella asked, smiling.
