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Ever since she returned from Molly’s place, Stephanie had become very withdrawn.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

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

head and answered

Stephanie, you’ve got some nerve!” Vincent’s expression

with which she admitted it, her attitude, and every

the deal now?

weren’t for Oscar, if

Dominick owed Oscar a life. He owed his friend

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

Oscar. His words trailed

knew he was venting his anger on her, but

you?” Vincent felt a heavy weight on his chest, frustration bubbling over

listening to his mocking words without a

it have to be you? That same phrase echoed in

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

hir.

his silence stretching on. The

to say something at that moment, but the words caught in her

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Chapter 203

turn away, open the

he

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

the pendant tightly in her palm, and it seemed to remain cold no matter how she tried

that night, she hadn’t seen

to Wellington Villa, and no one knew

he avoiding this? Perhaps he didn’t even

you trying to

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

desolation 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 a state of