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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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,

forming a perfect circle when put together. I have one.

ask, so Stephanie raised her head and answered openly, “Oscar

nerve!” Vincent’s expression changed drastically, and furious words

but the boldness with which she admitted it, her attitude, and every word she said stoked his anger.

the deal now?

Dominick’s friend? If it weren’t for Oscar, if it weren’t for the debt, we wouldn’t have to bother

Dominick owed Oscar a life. He owed his friend a life. How could

he stepped forward, gripping her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick

Oscar. His

anger on her, but how

have to be you?” Vincent felt a heavy weight on his chest, frustration bubbling over as

on the sofa, expressionless, listening to his

be you? That same phrase echoed in

pendant to her. There was no anger, no smashing the

hir.

stood tense before him, his silence stretching on. The only thought

that moment, but the words caught

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Chapter 203

watched Dominick turn away, open

step, he vanished from

as she watched his tall, solitary

to remain cold no matter how she

that night, she hadn’t

Wellington Villa, and no

this? Perhaps he didn’t even

are you trying

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

stood an unexpectedly simple courtyard house. Moss covered the outer walls, and the roof tiles were sparse and leaky from years of exposure to wind and rain. The entire place was in