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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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

pendant, there are two pieces, forming a perfect circle when put together. I have one. Oscar

and answered openly, “Oscar and I

expression

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

the deal now?

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

owed Oscar a life. He owed

stepped forward, gripping her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick married you.

Oscar. His

his anger on her,

be you?” Vincent felt a heavy weight on his

sofa, expressionless, listening to his mocking words without a

does it have to be you? That same

no anger, no smashing the pendant to pieces. He was so calm as if

hir.

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

that moment, but the words caught in

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Dominick turn away, open

by step, he vanished

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

clutched the pendant tightly in her palm, and it seemed to remain cold no matter how she tried to warm it. Suddenly, Stephanie looked up,

that night, she

Wellington Villa, and no one knew

he avoiding this? Perhaps he

are you trying to

had turned the dirt roads into muddy pits,

roof tiles were sparse and leaky