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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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

and answered openly, “Oscar and I

you’ve got some nerve!” Vincent’s expression changed drastically, and furious words

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

the deal now?

it weren’t for Oscar, if it weren’t for the debt, we wouldn’t have to bother with those Pearson

a life. He owed his friend

stepped forward, gripping her shoulders, angrily questioning her, “Dominick married you. You’re carrying his child. How is he

face Oscar. His words trailed

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

weight on his chest, frustration bubbling over as

on the sofa, expressionless, listening to his mocking words without a

have to be you? That same phrase echoed

There was no anger, no smashing the pendant

hir.

stretching on. The only thought in her mind was

wanted to say something at that moment, but the words caught

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Chapter 203

open the door, and walk

step, he vanished from

lighting in the hallway, but as she watched his tall,

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

night, she hadn’t seen

Wellington Villa, and no one

he avoiding this? Perhaps

exactly are you trying to

in a remote, desolate area between Frostvale and Caclorium. Recent heavy rains had turned the dirt roads into

an unexpectedly simple courtyard house. Moss covered the outer walls, and the roof tiles were sparse and leaky from years of exposure to