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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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

pieces, forming a perfect circle when put together. I have

so Stephanie raised her head and answered

Vincent’s expression changed

boldness with which she admitted it, her attitude, and every word she said

the deal now?

did you make things so complicated? Do you even realize that Oscar is Dominick’s friend? If it weren’t for Oscar, if it weren’t for the debt, we

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

her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick married you. You’re

Oscar. His

her, but how else could they deal

on his chest, frustration bubbling over as he released

expressionless, listening to his

have to be you? That same phrase

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

hir.

tense before him, his silence stretching on. The only thought in her mind was how

wanted to say something at that moment, but the words

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Chapter 203

watched Dominick turn away, open the door, and walk

he

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

seemed to remain cold no matter how she tried to warm it. Suddenly, Stephanie looked up, her gaze

that night, she

returned to Wellington Villa, and no

this? Perhaps he didn’t

you trying

unchecked in a remote, desolate area between Frostvale and Caclorium. Recent heavy rains had turned the dirt roads into muddy pits, and the nearby barren hills had been stripped of

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 a state of