Crossroads

Chapter 237

“Are are these two urns the children’s ashes?” Molly stared blankly at the two black ceramic urns on the cabinet, unable to react for a long time

After a long pause, she slowly turned to look at Diana and forced a smile, saying, “Ms. Clark, you can’t joke about something like this. I know you don’t seem to like the Wellington family much, but the children are innocent. You can’t curse them like this…”

Diana’s expression turned somber at her words. She then shook her head without saying a word.

Seeing Diana’s expression, Molly felt her chest tighten. She stepped forward urgently and grabbed Diana’s wrist. “How could this happen? Stephanie’s twins have always been healthy during check–ups!

“Ms. Clark, please, you can’t joke with me like this. Seeing Diana’s heavy expression, she already had an inkling, and her voice choked up even

inore.

“Why did this happen… Where is Dominick? Where are the Wellington family members?” Molly felt a surge of anger and yelled out. She felt like she was going to explode. She thought to herself, How could such young lives be lost so suddenly!‘

“I’ve always said the Wellington family can’t be trusted. It’s been days since Steff’s accident, and with the Wellington family’s influence in Havencrest, they should have known about it. But none of them have come to see her Diana’s voice was filled with resentment as she spoke about the Wellington family. As she continued, she couldn’t help but feel guilty, her voice becoming raspy. “When Stefli had the accident, there was no one with her for days, she was all alone… I only found out yesterday at noon when the police called me.”

Molly’s eyes reddened as she listened. Which room is she in? I want to see her.”

She had been busy with job interviews lately, planning to secure a job before Stephanie had the babies so she could splurge on gifts for the little oner one–month celebration. Molly had no idea things would turn out like this so suddenly.

Afterward, Diana carefully placed the two urns in a sturdy, elegant bag and, together with Molly, took the elevator to the 7th floor of the inpatient department.

As they walked side by side, their footsteps were weighed down, and their minds were in turmoil.

When they reached the ICU ward, Diana suddenly stopped Molly and softly reminded her, “Molly, go in and stay with Stephanie. Her emotions are very unstable right now. The doctor said that in a few days, once her wounds have healed a bit, she’ll need to be transferred to the psychiatric department for further evaluation.”

With that, Diana couldn’t help but bug the two urns tighter. “Please don’t bring up the children. I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle it…

got it.” Molly responded in a low

birth of her children.

to the bedside. Molly was always the emotional one, and after seeing Stephanie in such a dazed state, she couldn’t

and Molly knew that no matter what Stephanie faced, she

came out with a strong nasal tone, her voice breaking with sobs.

Right now, all Molly

know any other way to help Stephanie, and

like a lifeless

and sat by the bedside, not daring to cry out loud anymore. She just sat there, quietly keeping

came to check on Stephanie. Molly wasn’t sure about Stephanie’s current condition, but Matthew, the attending physician, seemed particularly concerned

careful to check the IV before letting the nurse change it. The nurse was very patient, answered all her questions, and didn’t seem as snobbish

hungry. After receiving Diana’s call in the

liquid food now. Should I order some oatmeal

Chapter 237

to ignore her from the hospital bed. Knowing that she had been on IV fluids for the past few days, Molly thought it would be better for her to have some food in her stomach. She decided to order extra, regardless of whether

takeout directly using her phone. She was so worried that she didn’t want to

herself.

moderately successful in her studies and appearance, her genuine

each word squeezed out painfully. Although it was a question, her tone was certain and filled with deep guilt. She was judging

‘It’s all because of me… I was speeding in the

from the bed and grabbed Molly’s hand by the bedside, her face full of desperation as she yelled, “Molly, I killed my

blaming herself, her heart still in

my all… But they are dead. How can I keep going when

cried along with her. Molly didn’t know how to comfort her at

hurriedly walked in and said, “The children aren’t dead,” Molly didn’t react immediately and was pushed aside by the person. When she calmed down and saw clearly, the