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

world remained oblivious to this fact, but within the walls of Wellington Villa, Stephanie’s safety was paramount to

composure, her brows furrowing

pushed

hurtled directly at her with a

of the surroundings. Stephanie

meticulously around here. Look for something hard about the size of a clenched fist, weighing perhaps two pounds… Her attempt to articulate the nature of the object was more a reflection of her instincts than a

the largest of these cobblestones weighs no more one pound. There’s nothing

something had impacted her knee moments before her fall,

the doctor has

maid’s account of the incident. Though she was relieved that the situation seemed less dire than she had thought, a thorough medical

hint of defiance flickered in her eyes as she

muttered

else as well investigate this thoroughly. We will not allow anyone to cause trouble at Wellington Villa, Sandra reassured, able to

Stephanie was concerned about.

some people might

them, Stephanie replied, her brow furrowed deeply. She pushed Sandra away slightly, straightened her posture,

the depths of the water. In the end, it would be said that it was her own carelessness, but something clearly struck

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

be early autumn, but catching a chill is still a concern.

and the others hesitated to intervene

George’s voice boomed from the corridor as he hurried

of George. She stood in her spot awkwardly

“Mrs. Wellington’s health and her kits are the most important

“Sure,” be reluctantly hummed.

at George’s darkening expression. Instead, she turned away, sulking, and followed Sandra and the

Stephanie couldn’t shake of her doubts, muttering under

Stephanie obediently depart with the maids.

after gathering information from the staff, leaning in to explain the situation

just listened attentively but offered little

George’s clothing “There’s no need to mention

George turned and walked back towards

he glanced back towards the direction of the pool

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

the pool, where tropical fish lazily swam, the water remained

away.