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?”

so Stephanie didn’t ask further but headed towards

no one

cold and detached, had concealed everything to

would never act so emotionally. If his

back on the bed, her face a mix of emotions. She suddenly

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

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

his biological mother, and he chose to bear the burden

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

blamed him, what

“Dominick is very unhappy.”

straightforward words echoed, with no embellishment, just the

bedroom, she looked at his pillow, feeling more

and she placed her hand on her stomach, smiling

miraculous. It could brighten her mood instantly, chasing

Chapter 210

had sent a construction team to renovate it

were open for ventilation. The colorful

time, she examined the walls with their vivid depictions of deep–sea fish and castle knights. The breeze stirred the crystal wind chimes on the

far right. As expected, two adorable wooden beds were set up in the corner, and the wardrobe was filled

clothes way too early. By the time the kids can wear them, they’ll be out of style. Those sly merchants must have

the wardrobe for a while and suddenly realized something

muttered to herself as she tidied the tiny clothes, her voice so low it

Dominick, standing outside the door, could clearly see

open,

against the doorframe,

her murmured complaints, and her rounded belly carrying their child were all under the

you come looking for me?” When Stephanie turned and noticed him, she was unclear how long he had been

but just

hastily looked out the window, trying to explain, “I was bored