Crossroads

Chapter 188

In the dimly lit bedroom, her trembling hand hastily flicked the wall switch, flooding the room with light as every overhead lamp blazed to life. instantly illuminating the space as bright as day.

Stephanie’s face turned pale, her heart still racing, staring blankly at the spot where the bedroom door had been.

There was nothing

The dark figure that had been at the door just moments ago had vanished.

The bright lights around her eased her nerves slightly. She took a deep breath, then pinched her thigh hard enough to hum, confirming to herself that she wasn’t dreaming.

“Could it be because I was startled from falling into the pool this afternoon!” She wondered if it was all just an illusion

Climbing out of bed, she sat rambly on the edge, her expression distant and her heart still in disarray

“Sandra, I’m hungry! Quickly, have dinner brought up here, hurry!” She didn’t care anymore; she needed company to bolster her courage. Pressing the service bell, she yelled in a trembling voice with urgency to the other end with Sandra

Sandra had been looking after her for over half a year, and it was the first time she’d seen Stephanie so anxious to eat. She rushed in with two maids, carrying the freshly cooked dishes into her room.

“Mrs. Wellington, the chef are making three more dishes. Please take your time…” Sandra acted swiftly, knocking on the door and entering, setting the tableware before urging Stephanie to eat. But she noticed Stephanie curled up on the small sofa, showing no appetite at all

“Don’t you like these dishes?” Sandra paused, perplexed by Stephanie’s request. Throughout Wellington Villa, everyone was aware of her picky eating habits. Yet, Dominick never voiced any objections, if Stephanie was picky with her food, they could afford to cater to her preferences. As long as it didn’t jeopardize the baby’s health, even George remained unconcerned.

“Very well, I’ll instruct the chef to prepare something different” Sandra decided, turning to leave.

ie’s unexpected grip on Sandra’s sleeve betrayed her unusual persistence.

Stephanie’s

couldn’t resist a smile. “It’s a shame Dominick isn’t here to witness you like this tonight… Everyone knew Dominick

the banter, Stephanie kept her head low, consumed by a

concern deepened, and her brow furrowed as she addressed Stephanie more seriously. “Mrs. Wellington, you don’t look well. Could it be that you caught a chill from falling

“Maybe,” Stephanie murmured dismally

troubled her, she felt thoroughly

table rang, jolting Stephanie. She stiffly turned to see the

had always been fearless, except for supernatural occurrences like

her youth, the Reed family’s attempts to discipline her had failed, resorting instead to ghost stories

sofa and ghostly pale,

you have a

response, Stephanie’s gaze remained fixed on the phone, som between curiosity and apprehension. Her mind raced with unsenling

text message from Mr. Wellington, Sandra announced, retrieving the phone from the bedside table

at it and confirmed

help but complain, “Why would he text me at this hour to scare

Dominick’s attempts to intimidate or scare her were futile. After Stephanie

soup to calm her nerves. Stephanie furrowed her delicate brows, set down

Chapter 188

“Right now!” Sandra questioned.

gaze instinctively returned to her phone for another quick look. “Yes, right now, Dominick wants me to meet him at Gordon Hotel. saying it’s for a

in the afternoon, while they were in the backyard, she couldn’t understand the details of his conversation but caught Dominick mentioning someone named Mason on the phone.

was the chubby man who inexplicably berated Dominick last time.

though. Regardless of any conflict between Dominick and Mason, he wouldn’t usually involve her. “Dominick asked me to

to dwell on it further. If he truly needed her presence, she couldn’t

Mrs. Wellington,

Villa. The autumn wind was picking up, souling

heavy rainstorm soon. Mrs. Wellington, you haven’t had dinner yet, and you fell into the pool this afternoon. Going out now could easily make you catch a cold. Shouldn’t we call

growing increasingly worried. It was indeed