Crossroads

Chapter 242

Molly stood petrified in the corner, watching a group of people forcefully pry open her door. Oscar then carried Stephanie inside as if it were

y were back at her place. “Hey, you guys, what are you doing?” She thought, ‘At least show me some

No wonder the surroundings felt familiar. They respect. I am the homeowner.

Doctors and nurses were bustling about in her 750–square–foot apartment. Oscar laid the sleeping Stephanie on the bed in the guest room. Molly quickly followed, glaring at them in discontent, wondering what scheme was afoot. They even replaced the sheets, pillows, and mattresses. “She will be staying here from now on,” Oscar said, turned, and stood by the bed. He briefly looked at her with his blue eyes, explaining.

Molly remained expressionless, feeling like it would be a long stay.

Molly

ly didn’t mind Stephanie staying at her place, but she wondered why Oscar couldn’t inform her beforehand. It felt so authoritarian… Stephanie once said that Oscar was gentle and easy to deal with. Now, she felt that varied from person to person. Molly felt a bit indignant thinking

about it.

“Miss, do you still need the things in your closet?” Some medical staff were gently moving in medical supplies. Since her apartment was small, the 170 square feet guest room was not even as big as the bathroom in Wellington Villa. They planned to clear out her closet to store these supplies “Don’t throw my stuff away. I’ll do it myself. Most of Molly’s closet was filled with old, inexpensive items she couldn’t bear to discard. She was poor. after all, and couldn’t afford to be wasteful. Thrift was a virtue,

But Molly was confused. Oscar had so many properties. Why would he choose her small place? But she didn’t dare to ask.

The doctors worked quickly, sening up a metal stand by the bed and hanging several infusion bottles. They inserted a needle into Stephanie’s left- hand vein, checked it twice, and then quietly reported to Oscar before leaving.

familiar, comforting environment, Molly heard Oscar say softly

“Babe,” and he said it so naturally. Maybe it was

absolutely right,” Mally echoed, nodding

slipped out of the guest room, feeling like an intruding third wheel. She decided to work in the kitchen instead. Though she was unhappy with the intrusion. Stephanie

murmured and wondered while cooking spaghetti, thinking about how many portions to

staying here

seuded in her apartment, but since there were only y two rooms, he voluntarily slept in

the discounted bedsheets she bought last time, but Oscar, with his cleanliness obsession, had new, high–end ones delivered. He

her home were replaced. Molly felt

place anymore.

washed dishes.

six hundred dollars

these luxurious items for three days. During this time, Stephanie, affected by medication, rarely woke up. Occasionally, she would open her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Oscar didn’t seem too worried,

Molly was thrilled

the wall behind the living room TV stand. She had a bad feeling, wondering if he intended to buy the adjacent apartment and have the wall knocked down. It would be an utterly crazy idea. Thankfully, the noisy construction seemed to deter him from pursuing that poor wall, much

spoke more than a couple of words to her each day. Itis main focus was caring for Stephanie. Molly would sneakily watch him from the guest room door as he prepared injections, recalling that Stephanie had mentioned Oscar held dual doctorates in medicine. She also remembered Vincent saying Oscar had made waves in the financial

very strange

couldn’t quite define him. Being around someone like Oscar, whether as a friend or a foe, would certainly be stressful and make her humble “I’m going out to buy groceries.

Chapter 242

She would stick to being a

and phone in hand, she left the house. Her small residential complex had about 500 units. As she stepped out of the elevator