Crossroads

Chapter 207

As night fell, the bustling streets lit up with rows of streetlights on either side.

A silver–grey Porsche quietly parked by the sidewalk, and the driver opened the rear door, waiting. Dominick and Stephanie got into the car, turning their heads to gaze out their respective windows.

The car was enveloped in silence.

“Mr. Wellington, Brad asked me to inform you that the Wellingtons had an early dinner tonight. If you and Mrs. Wellington have other plans, there’s no need to rush back,” the driver reported nervously, glancing cautiously at the rearview mirror. Dominick seemed to be in a bad mood tonight.

“Take us back home,” Dominick said calmly in the backseat, his expression unchanged.

Beside him, Stephanie stared at the swiftly retreating streetlights outside the window. She had no objections and thus remained silent.

The Wellingtons knew she and Dominick hadn’t been getting along well lately. Brad probably wanted to give them more alone time together, but there was just silence between them.

Returning to Wellington Villa would take at least half an hour. This eerie silence made everyone uncomfortable.

Stephanie leaned against the window, her right hand supporting her chin.

She noticed the driver’s nervous expression when her gaze swept past the driver’s seat. It seemed the Wellingtons‘ servants were particularly wary of Dominick.

“Is Grandpa still busy preparing for the baby’s one–month celebration since they had an early dinner?” she suddenly asked.

Dominick was stunned and contemplative, turning to look at her face for a moment.

driver was slow to react. When he realized she was talking to him, he quickly answered in a fluster, “Yes, yes. Mr. George Wellington and Brad have been busy preparing for the kids‘ one–month celebration. I heard Mr. George Wellington even wants to postpone his 80th birthday celebration next month to combine the

planning to hold the celebration at Wellington Villa or at a hotel?” she asked naturally, without

will be held at Wellington Villa. Mr. George Wellington said the family hasn’t hosted a celebration in many years. So, it

lightened the atmosphere in the

staring straight ahead but inadvertently noticing Stephanie’s

be considerate and

of this, a trace of gloom appeared

set up? Doesn’t that mean we’re hosting a lot of guests?” Stephanie was chatting excitedly

about the exact guest list,” the driver

should be notified personally in advance.” George’s commanding and vigorous voice was heard as soon as they stepped out of the car and

to invite Stephanie’s aunt, Diana,

walked closer, nearly instinctive distaste

writing the invitations, glanced up at her.

than to argue. George had been eagerly looking forward to the birth of his great–grandchildren and wanted the world to know about the Wellingtons‘ adorable heirs through

thinking of Diana, Stephanie

Diana was different. Due to Diana’s illness, Stephanie hadn’t

coffee table, allowing George to continue writing. He then

Chapter 207

Madison, had married Gary from Caelorium. The second, Diana, now nearly forty and unmarried, was often called “Ms.

The surgery was a success, and there should be no aftereffects,” Stephanie

Clark. The experts said a heart transplant was necessary, but who would have thought that conservative treatment and a heart stent

who was Ms. Clark’s