Crossroads

Chapter 210

“Mrs. Wellington, did Ms. Wellington just come over? I saw her in the corridor just now. I called out to her, but she quickly ran away.” Yvonne was usually very polite, so this behavior was quite strange.

Facing Sandra’s suspicious gaze, Stephanie hesitated. “She just came to Breeze Villa for a stroll.”

“I was worried there might be some conflict between you two. This is the first time Ms. Wellington has come here. Did she come for any specific

reason?”

“Nothing in particular,” Stephanie answered absentmindedly, unwilling to elaborate.

Sandra, sensing the reluctance, decided not to press further. Since there seemed to be no immediate trouble, she went back to her chores. Just as she turned to enter the kitchen, Stephanie suddenly stopped her. “Sandra, do you know anything about Mary’s past?”

Sandra was caught off guard by the question and stared at Stephanie, noticing a sharpness in her eyes.

Stephanie said, “I heard that when Mary was young, she was involved with another man. Eventually, Dominick’s father defended her and allowed Mary to remain at Wellington Villa. Even if Dominick’s father didn’t mind, how could Grandpa tolerate such a malicious woman…”

“Although Mary’s conduct isn’t admirable, we shouldn’t speak carelessly,” Sandra said. She was so shocked that she even forgot the title and looked around in panic. “Mary was indeed suspected of infidelity in her youth, but that’s all in the past.” Fortunately, Breeze Villa was quiet, with few people passing by.

George still disliked Mary to this day. Dominick’s father must have loved her deeply, accepting even her infidelity.

Stephanie’s mind was filled with Yvonne’s words from earlier. Were they true?

“Mrs. Wellington, I know Mrs. Mary Wellington hasn’t been kind to you, but she’s still Mr. Wellington’s mother. Sometimes, you just have to respect your elders and not hold grudges.”

Mary always targeted Stephanie, and even the servants noticed, though they couldn’t understand the source of the enmity. Under the same roof, Sandra advised peace.

Stephanie didn’t mind Mary’s disdain. Looking at the kind–faced woman in front of her, she knew Sandra had lived in Wellington Villa for many years and would probably learn some secrets.

She asked tentatively, “Sandra, do you know about Dominick’s kidnapping when he was a child?”

“What does Mr. Wellington’s kidnapping have to do with Mrs. Mary Wellington?”

Stephanie didn’t ask further but headed towards the

no one else knew

cold and detached, had concealed everything to protect his mother from all

thought Dominick would never act so emotionally. If his birth mother had been

of emotions. She suddenly felt like she didn’t

figure things out, she had a habit of opening her wooden

too weak when he was a child. Maybe he was too scared…” Stephanie had an epiphany. “Even if he controls the Wellington family now, he

he chose to bear

gaze to the crescent–shaped pendant in her palm again. “They say Oscar is his

blamed him, what could he

“Dominick is very unhappy.”

no embellishment, just the truth. He was very

bedroom, she looked at his pillow,

back to reality, and

miraculous. It could brighten her mood instantly, chasing away

Chapter 210

third floor. Last time, George had sent

the windows were open

time, Stephanie hadn’t looked closely. This time, she examined the walls with their vivid depictions of deep–sea fish and castle knights. The breeze stirred the crystal

beds were set up in the corner, and the wardrobe was filled with

but mutter a bit, “Grandpa bought these clothes way too early.

in the wardrobe for a while and suddenly

outfits for twins? How will we tell them apart?” she muttered to herself as she tidied the tiny clothes, her voice so low it was barely

standing outside the door, could clearly see her profile, her brow slightly

were open, the midday sun poured

leaned against the

she folded the clothes, her fluttering eyelashes, her murmured complaints, and her rounded belly carrying their child were all under the warm

Stephanie turned and noticed him, she was unclear how long he had been standing

but just gazed at

window, trying to explain, “I was