Crossroads

Chapter 101

“Oh, I have to go now,” Molly said suddenly after taking a phone call, standing up before she finished her lunch.

With a wry smile, she added, “I have to take the day off from work and go home to sort out my family issues. Otherwise, my mom will keep making a scene at my office. Even if I don’t mind the embarrassment, Sharon and the others might report me to the higher ups, and then I‘ really be out of a job.”

Stephanie, who was sitting across from her, also stood up. “I guess I’ll leave too.”

She knew that Molly had just gotten a call from her mom, and her mom’s voice was loud and demanding as if she were collecting money from a debt.

Stephanie offered, “Molly, call me if you need anything. If your mom really forces you for money, I have some…”

“No need, I can manage on my own.” Molly shrugged. “I’ve long figured out my mom’s demanding nature. I did save some money a few years back, but I’ve spent it all at once on a down payment for an apartment. Now, she’s demanding money, but I have nothing left. She can’t do anything about it.”

“Having a mortgage isn’t bad either,” Stephanie commented and thought that Molly was quite smart

“I’m just a poor salaried worker. I can’t afford to buy outright, but with a mortgage, at least I have my own place. If my mom argues with my stepdad, she won’t have to suffer. She can stay with me,” Molly explained confidently.

Stephanic chuckled softly after hearing her.

She understood Molly’s frustrations with her mother, yet she remained a dutiful daughter.

The two of them then walked toward the restaurant counter together. “This meal is on me,” Stephanie said as she took out her card from her

bag.

Molly didn’t stop her, thinking that since they were so close, this small amount wasn’t worth fussing over.

hing else and said, “Oh right, how’s your aunt, Stephanie? How is Ms. Clark’s heart condition? Is she doing

However, she remembered something any better?”

Molly remembered Stephanie’s frail aunt, once a wealthy heiress, who didn’t know how to do any housework. Her illness cost money to treat. When Stephanie was in school, she spent most of her time juggling part–time jobs, working even harder than those from low–income families.

Stephanie replied, “My aunt is much better now.”

Molly teased, “Looks like you married a wealthy husband who takes good care of everyone you outfit that her husband was well–off.

about.” She could

expression froze for a moment as she heard that and she hurriedly explained, “No, the money for my aunt’s treatment came from the inheritance

after thinking for a moment, asked, “Why are you so tense? Are things not good between you and your husband? You

her head and didn’t

like an ordinary couple… Mr. George Wellington promised to help find a suitable heart donor for my aunt,

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a bad mood, so she changed the subject “Why did your grandfather

awkward. “Because I did something that made my

he wasn’t just angry. Her grandfather was furious back

have done…” Molly asked curiously, but just then, her phone began to

I have to run. My mom’s calling

Stephanie, Molly waved and hurried out of

called out, “Remember

I’ll handle it,”

was she to pity others when her own life was such a mess? It was true

the electronic clock on the restaurant wall. After noting that the Wellington family’s driver

went to settle the bill.

already been settled,”

“What

blush on her cheeks, glanced toward the restaurant’s second glass door and replied, “A good–looking guy came in about ten minutes ago

who it might

her mind was Dominick. Stephanie asked, “Was he wearing a black suit and a

her head and said,

a pair of beautiful

at the mention of blue eyes. She instinctively–grabbed her bag and hurried

stunned at the doorway and

eyes… Could

silhouette suddenly caught her eye. Stephanie’s eyes

out to the

voice was drowned out by

driver for the Wellington family arrived to pick up Stephanie but saw her trying to cross the street against the red light. He quickly drove up

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the car that suddenly appeared in front

said, “Mrs. Wellington, it’s a red