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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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

perfect circle when put together.

Stephanie raised her head and answered openly, “Oscar and

got some nerve!” Vincent’s expression

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

the deal now?

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

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

voice was strained as he stepped forward, gripping her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick

Oscar. His words trailed

was venting his anger on her, but how

does it have to be you?” Vincent felt a heavy weight on his chest, frustration bubbling over as he released her shoulders and

seated on the sofa, expressionless, listening

be you? That same phrase

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

hir.

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

that moment, but the words caught in her

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Chapter 203

away, open the door,

by step, he

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

palm, and it seemed to remain cold no matter how she tried to warm

she hadn’t seen

Wellington Villa, and no one

Perhaps

are you

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

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 a state of