Crossroads

Chapter 92

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

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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….

bit heavy, he

pack of Oreos in his hand

seemed genuinely

the dog’s ear with his tiny hand, “Grandpa, I think it likes me,” he

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

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for taking good care of it. Do you think

have lots of snacks.” He lifted his

intentionally. “Dogs can’t eat chocolate. Too much of this biscuit will make it

again, a little nervous. “Then, then I have

it to bathe

pretty adorable.

active and were friendly and loyal to humans. George thought it wasn’t bad to cultivate a sense of responsibility in his grandson from

a

a group of servants always

been following me everywhere. I

simple and direct words made them understand that perhaps Dominick had

raised in such an atmosphere from

everyone felt that keeping the stray dog was good. Dominick seemed

times

When she saw Oreo running around the house,

from? Dominick is still so young. What

though adults wouldn’t discuss matters in front of the children, Dominick was very sensitive. He could feel that his mother didn’t

his little companion.

Oreo’s plaything. When discovered, she scolded the dog harshly and immediately ordered the servants to seize the dog and

couldn’t find Oreo that day. Dominick had hidden

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

his mother would drive the dog away and hoped his grandfather

was informed that his puppy

many times, but the main door was closed tightly. However, this secluded room used to be connected to the rockery, leaving a large gap at the bottom

this gap but got caught in the sharp wire.

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in. It bled profusely. It struggled and whimpered for a long time, but it was already lifeless

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it did wrong. It promises it won’t do