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….

finding the half–month–old pup a bit heavy, he gently placed it on the

tore open a pack of Oreos in his

pup seemed genuinely hungry,

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

bring it home. But did you ask it if it likes living here?” George was

Sat, 22 Jun ■ –

Chapter 92

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

snacks.” He lifted his little head,

his voice intentionally. “Dogs can’t eat chocolate. Too much of this

again, a little nervous. “Then, then I have other things I can give it.

The servants took it to bathe and vaccinate it.

pretty adorable.

docile and steady temperament. They were neither sluggish nor overly active and were friendly and loyal to

the dog had a more important reason. Dominick was too

always followed

me everywhere. I

that perhaps Dominick had always

was raised

the stray

good times

mother returned from abroad. When she saw Oreo running around the house, her face suddenly changed. She

from? Dominick is still so young. What if

Dominick was very

his little companion.

Oreo’s plaything. When discovered, she scolded the dog harshly and immediately

time but couldn’t find Oreo that day. Dominick

him lessons, and

he was worried that his mother would drive the dog away and hoped his grandfather

Dominick was informed

was closed tightly. However, this secluded room used to be connected to the rockery, leaving a large gap at the bottom of the wall. Workers simply blocked it with barbed wire. Over

the sharp wire. Its body was

10:50 Sat, 22 Jun

Chapter 92

back in. It bled profusely. It struggled and whimpered for a long time, but

3800

Oreo says it knows it did wrong. It promises it