Crossroads

Chapter 308

Stephanie hadn’t planned to spend the night there. But since it was Christmas, she thought she should at least have dinner with her aunt. However, as soon as she stepped into Diana’s house, she found herself unable to muster the courage to gu

inside.

“I… I have to go.” Stephanie suddenly froze at the doorway, her nerves on edge, her eyes fixed on the two urns in the large cabinet at the center of the house. Her voice turned hoarse and strained, and she quickly turned and ran

Diana followed behind her, startled by her sudden departure, and shouted, “Steffi, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Diana didn’t catch how pale Stephanie’s face had turned, but her hurried steps made it seem like she was running from something.

As the figure ahead grew smaller in the distance, Diana grew increasingly anxious and worried. She immediately dropped the fruit basket and supplements she was holding to chase after ber. But Diana couldn’t keep up with Stephanie’s pace. “Steffi, whatever trouble you’re in, you should tell me. I’m your aint. Don’t you trust me anymore?”

Diana’s father and sister had passed away, making Stephanie her closest kin. She had watched Stephanie grow up, always considering her the dearest person in her life. They had endured hard times together after leaving Reed Villa, relying on each other for many years, but now they seemed like strangers.

“No matter what I did before, I would never hurt you.” Diana’s voice was filled with sorrow, and her last words were coming out in a sob.

“Everyone says they won’t hurt me, but you kept me in the dark just because I didn’t ask doesn’t mean I didn’t know!” Stephanie stopped in her tracks, turned back, and faced her so–called family member, her voice trembling and rising in pitch from the intensity of her emotions. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Nelson family, or the sisters, Claire

hideous and twisted, causing her to lose

suffer for it, but she felt that living for herself was

influenced by her grandfather. Her mother had been too weak to care for her much after giving birth,

these incidents, Stephanie wouldn’t have talked back to her. She lowered her head and softly vowed. “Diana, after everything is settled,

Stephanie said, “Merry Christmas. Take good care of yourself, and don’t worry about me.” She

saw the two urns on the wooden cabinet in the living room. It was only then that she realized why her niece had run out so frantically. It

coming over just now she was so thrilled

wasn’t usually superstitious, but she took it seriously this time. She had heard that miscarried

to respectfully honor their remains by praying for them every day. It was said this could bring peace to their souls. She was filled with remorse, merely wanting

Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked at

mean…things aren’t settled yet?”

Stephanie wandered aimlessly and found herself in the center of Eastwall Plaza. Unlike the beautiful and romantic lights of last night’s Christmas Eve, the plaza was

turned her eyes to the right and saw the same young girl, about seven or eight years old, from the previous night, politely trying to sell

apparently annoyed by the little girl’s persistence, gave her a nasty look and walked away arrogantly. The girl timidly lowered her head and clutched her basket of roses tightly

to her, crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl, and gently asked, “Can I talk to

for a moment?”

shy to speak. After a minute or so, she seemed reassured

in the little girl’s arms and said, “I want to buy all your roses, but

little girl’s face lit up with surprise. “You want to buy all

only boys buy roses to give to girls. He told me not to