Crossroads

Chapter 187

It happened so suddenly that Stephanie didn’t have time to react before she

e sank to the bottom of the pool startling the fish into a frenzy.

“Mrs. Wellington! What happened to you?” A maid passing by the corridor was terrified and shouted for help.

‘L..I’m Ene.”

Drawn from a fresh source, the pool was obvious and about six feet deep. Stephanie was a good swimmer, and although the sudden scare caused her to sink, she quickly surfaced, clutching the edge of the pool and coughing.

The maid, pale with fright, along with a group of others, carefully helped her out of the pool.

“What happened, Mrs. Wellington! Don’t worry, the doctor is on the way.” They wrapped her in a clean, thick towel, trying to calm her down.

“Im really fine.” Stephanie calmly took the towel and began drying her wet hair, waving them off. “You don’t need to call the doctor”

“We’ll go get Mr. Wellington right away.”

“Don’t tell Dominick about this Stephanie panicked.

The afternoon sun was starting to set, and George had already returned to South Pavilion for a rest at this hour. With Dominick just out and Stephanie falling into the pool, the maids were at a loss,

Stephanie wiped the water off her face, lowered her voice, and explained, “Dominick is very busy. Let’s wait for the doctor to check on me before contacting him. But anyway, I’m really fine. It just felt like something suddenly flew at the back of my knees…

Her eyes narrowed as she nervously glanced back.

Behind the pool was a flower bed, along with stone tables and chairs for chess, flower viewing, and fish watching. Nothing seemed out of place.

What exactly had happened just now?

Sining by the pebbled edge of the pool, dripping wet, she couldn’t figure it out

“Mrs. Wellington, how did you fall into the pool?”

Seeing that she looked alright, the maid sighed in relief. If anything had happened to her, they would all be in serious trouble

“Did someone push you on purpose. A younger maid speculated.

who could possibly have the nerve to do

oblivious to this fact, but within the walls of Wellington Villa, Stephanie’s safety was paramount to everyone. Dominick’s berce protectiveness over her had been evident in his furious outbursts more

she slowly regained her composure, her brows furrowing deeply in

had pushed

though something had hurtled directly at her with a

the surroundings. Stephanie

perhaps two pounds… Her attempt to articulate the nature of the object was

no more one pound. There’s nothing as huge

had impacted her knee moments before her fall, causing

Wellington, the

was responsible for Stephanie’s daily well–being, was visibly shaken upon hearing the maid’s account of the incident. Though she was relieved that the situation seemed less dire than she had thought, a thorough medical examination was much

hint of defiance flickered in her eyes as she kept glaring back towards

can’t believe I slipped on my own, she muttered to herself, refusing to be seen as

you’re pregnant, Sandra said, sensing Stephanie’s frustration. “You don’t need to worry about anything else as well investigate this thoroughly. We will not allow anyone to cause trouble at Wellington Villa, Sandra reassured, able

Stephanie was concerned about.

people might

replied, her brow furrowed deeply. She pushed Sandra away slightly, straightened her posture, and began walking back towards the

depths of the water. In the end, it would be said that

with her recent feeling of being watched by a pair of cerle eyes. Frustration gnawed at her,

the pool. It may be early autumn, but catching a chill

hesitated to intervene further, wary

as he hurried over,

of fear at the sight of George. She stood in her spot

approached gently, and being mindful of George’s temper, she explained, “Mrs. Wellington’s

“Sure,” be reluctantly hummed.

turned away, sulking, and followed Sandra and the others as they

Something definitely hit me!” Stephanie couldn’t shake of

end of the corridor, watching Stephanie obediently depart with the maids. Then, he relaxed his grip on the cane in his

information from the staff, leaning in to explain

attentively but offered little

autumn winds stirred, gently swaying the edges of George’s clothing

remark, George turned and

Lost in thought, he glanced back towards the

of Wellington Villa basked in the late afternoon sun, casting an exquisite glow over its serene

lazily swam, the water remained tepid. On the other side,

away.