Crossroads

Chapter 92

“Steffi has been with us for quite some time now.”

WEW

The sun rose a little earlier than it had in winter on this early spring morning, and the gray sky gradually turned white, George leaned on his cane by the intricately carved wooden railing of the veranda. He gazed at the expanse of precious flowers and plants ahead, with their buds beginning to bloom, presenting a scene of vibrant vitality.

How time flies, he mused.

Seeing the heavy morning dew, Brad approached with a thin coat, smiling, “After Mrs. Wellington gave birth to twins at the end of the year, things are gonna get lively around here.”

“Brad, I have a clear mind and a strong body. I don’t need this cont.” George raised his right hand slightly, asking him to take it back. He turned his head and looked at the east side, his expression thoughtful. He murmured, “There is one thing…” He trailed off. There was one

thing he couldn’t understand.

“Do you not understand why Mr. Wellington went to such lengths to marry Stephanie?” Brad recalled George’s earlier question in the dining hall. He wondered if they had known each other before.

“From what I can tell, Stephanie doesn’t remember Mr.Wellington…” Brad paused, and he became more solemn. He thought, ‘But Mr. Wellington clearly remembers her.”

“Do you remember Oreo from before?” George asked in a deep voice as he slowly approached the gazebo at the end of the veranda.

Brad followed behind. Momentarily stunned at the mention of “Oreo,” he nodded and said, “I remember.”

Of course, he remembered.

Oreo was the name of a puppy in the Wellington family.

“Grandpa, it wants my biscuit.

Dominick brought a dirty Labrador back from outside when he was three years old. It looked like an abandoned stray puppy.

How could the only heir of the Wellington family be allowed to touch something like that? It was too dirty, too dangerous. The household servants immediately moved to take the dog away.

“It’s mine.” The three–year–old boy’s voice was childishly innocent but clear and resolute.

The group of servants looked on with resignation as Dominick clutched the dirty puppy tightly, his face set in determination.

“Do you want to keep it?” George didn’t seem entirely opposed to the stray dog, quietly asking the child.

With a serious expression, Dominick pondered for a moment, then looked up, his voice still childish but firm. “It’s been following me everywhere, sneaking behind me the whole time….

half–month–old pup a bit heavy,

Oreos in his hand

genuinely hungry, eagerly

likes me,” he said, sounding pleased and a bit proud to share

think it likes you, so you bring it home. But did you ask it if it likes living here?” George was quite gentle

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home. You’ve got to take responsibility for taking good care of it. Do

lifted his little head,

head, lowering his voice intentionally. “Dogs can’t eat chocolate. Too much of this biscuit will

nervous. “Then, then I have other things

the end, the stray pup stayed. The servants took it to bathe and vaccinate it. With its cream–colored fur and

pretty adorable.

known for their docile and steady temperament. They were neither sluggish nor overly active and were friendly and loyal to humans. George thought it wasn’t bad to cultivate a

agreeing to keep the dog had a

of servants always followed him, George suddenly realized this over–protection might have harmed the

following me everywhere.

that perhaps Dominick had always longed to interact with

Wellington family was different from ordinary families. Even walking carried a sense of solemnity. Dominick was raised in such an atmosphere from a young age, and he took taking care of his

the stray dog was good. Dominick seemed livelier than

times

abroad. When she saw Oreo running around

so young. What if it goes crazy and bites him

adults wouldn’t discuss matters in front of the children, Dominick

his little companion.

she scolded the dog harshly and immediately ordered the servants

a long time but couldn’t find Oreo

teachers came to give him lessons, and he kept the dog locked

would drive the dog away and hoped his

returned, Dominick was

to run out many times, but the main door was closed tightly. However, this secluded room used

this gap but got caught in the sharp wire. Its

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to get out or go back in. It bled profusely. It struggled and

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it did wrong. It