Crossroads

Chapter 203

“Why does it have to be your These words from Dominick the other night lingered in her mind.

They were so soft, so faint, yet so melancholy.

She looked down at the blood–red pendant in her palm, her expression frozen, her thoughts heavy.

“Mrs, Wellington, Mr. Hayes is waiting for you downstairs,” Sandra gently reminded her, knocking twice on the bedroom door.

Stephanie snapped back to reality,

“Okay, she responded absentmindedly, tightly gripping the pendant. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her clothes and headed downstairs.

“Mrs. Wellington, your due date is next month. Please take care of yourself and your emotions.” Sandra was worried and accompanied her down the

stairs.

Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn. The Wellingtons‘ servants didn’t know what had transpired, but they sensed her deep sadness.

“It’s due next month. Why couldn’t they wait another month to tell me?” She walked carefully, each step deliberate, speaking softly to herself, words only she could hear.

Breeze Villa living room on the first floor was empty, with only Vincent standing in the center. ““When did you meet Oscar?“” he asked directly, cutting to the chase,”

Stephanic approached him, clearly seeing the cold look on his face. When his eyes met hers, they were filled with suspicion and unfamiliarity.

“I told you before, I’ve known him for a long time,” she said, sitting on the sofa, not wanting to face his suspicion.

Though she and Vincent were considered good friends, the way he looked at her now made it seem as if she could never fit into their world.

“Is that pendant from Oscar…” Vincent’s face remained stern. He had so many questions for her, but as soon as he started to speak, he couldn’t continue,

there are two pieces, forming a perfect circle when put together. I

ask, so Stephanie raised her head and answered openly,

Vincent’s expression changed

before coming, but the boldness with which she admitted it,

the deal now?

Oscar is Dominick’s friend? If it weren’t for Oscar, if

a life. He owed his friend a

voice was strained as he stepped forward, gripping her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick married you. You’re carrying his

His

was venting his anger on her, but how else could they

weight on his chest, frustration bubbling

sofa, expressionless, listening to

have to be you? That same phrase echoed in her

calmly returned the pendant to her. There was no anger, no smashing the pendant to pieces. He was so calm

hir.

before him, his silence stretching on. The only thought

say something at that moment,

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Chapter 203

open the door, and walk

he vanished from her

dim lighting in the hallway, but as she watched his tall, solitary figure, a deep sense of

no matter how she tried to warm

she hadn’t seen

returned to Wellington Villa, and no one knew where he

avoiding this? Perhaps

you

and Caclorium. Recent heavy rains had turned the dirt roads into muddy pits, and the nearby barren hills

house. Moss covered the outer walls, and the roof tiles were sparse and leaky