Crossroads

Chapter 247

She had waited for so long, only to be handed agerent, stack in its black and white.

“Mr. Wellington has already signed it. Please cooperate with me and get it done,” Brad urged from the other side of the gate

She remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the conspicuous document. The pen strokes unmistakably lore Dominick’s signature.

Her hand didn’t move to take it while her face turned pale.

After a long silence, she spoke, her voice hoarse and sofenn. “Tell Dominick to come out and see me,

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“Ms. Reed, you still have a long life ahead of you. Please take care of yourself well” Brast’s voice carried a hint of pity. Stephanie had grown gaunt, her complexion wan and her spirit seemingly broken.

They knew what she had been through and understood her pain, but this was the harsh reality,

“Ms. Reed, now that you’ve lost the children, you have no value to the Wellington family anymore,

“Sign the divorce agreement and treat this as if it were all a bad dream”

Brad’s words were cold and unfeeling. He handed the agreements to

security guards at the gate and

there, dazed and frozen

please

in the Wellington family, even the servants,

emotions, Stephanie lunged forward, clutching the cold iron gate with both hands, her

yourself. If you cause trouble here, we won’t hesitate to act “The two security guards were visibly impatient, grabbing

clung desperately to the iron hars of

refusing to let

need to see him. Her voice choked, filled with

of Wellington Villa, her voice was a mere whisper, easily carried away by the wind, Here, no one cared about her anymore. “Mr. George Wellington, she’s still the gate,

sun slowly climbed higher, Brad finally lost his patience and headed to Nightingale Villa, his voice heavy

was strong, sweeping through the silent courtyard. There was

on his came, gazing at the bamboo grove where the leaves had started to

Finally, they were back.

they had taken a flight and returned to this familiar home, yet everything seemed different, with the once familiar sights now feeling

longer feels like old times.” George’s voice, carried by the cold wind, was filled with profound

man called out to his longtime companion, Brud.

sadness.

I shouldn’t have driven her away