Crossroads

Around 5 PM, Stephanie returned to Wellington Villa from the hospital.

The prenatal check-up went smoothly this time, and she even got an ultrasound photo of the twins. Gazing at the photo of her twin sons, she felt extremely excited as a first-time mother,

"Sandra, today..." Stephanie excitedly showed Sandra the ultrasound photo while passing by the corner of the corridor.

However, before she could finish her words, she noticed a tall figure appear before her.

Stephanie immediately stopped in her tracks, and Dominick halted as well when he saw her.

Their eyes met for a moment, showing a hint of surprise.

"You..." he said in a low voice.

"Sandra, I've been busy all day, and I'm a bit tired. Call me for dinner later." Stephanie spoke quickly, clearly sounding annoyed.

She didn't seem to want to talk to him, so she walked past him quickly with a stem face.

Dominick was left standing there. He turned around, watching her walk away without hesitation, his expression complicated.

"Mr. Wellington, Mrs. Wellington is just having mood swings because of her pregnancy," Sandra said, looking awkward..

After a moment, she continued softly, "Mr. Wellington, Mrs. Wellington has been working hard this past month. She's been reading a lot of fashion magazines, talking to designers about styling and even personally picking out clothes for you...

Stephanie had put effort into these, and the staff could see it, but Dominick was probably too busy to notice.

Hearing this, Dominick raised an eyebrow, recalling that she had excitedly measured a new suit on him a few days ago.

Seeing his mood improve, Sandra quickly added, "Mrs. Wellington also personally prepared dinner tonight. She made cioppino and has been preparing the ingredients since morning, simmering it on low heat..."

Dominick looked surprised. He wondered if she could really make such a complex dish.

Sandra smiled wryly, "Mrs. Wellington said that as long as the ingredients are fresh, the dish will be ready to eat once they're cooked."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Actually, Stephanie had been trying to learn to cook in the kitchen for almost half a month but with little success. When she tried to clean a fish, she accidentally cut into the gallbladder and bones.

Feeling frustrated but determined, she insisted on making a complicated dish a few days ago. She chose cioppino, throwing numerous ingredients like squid, clams, and king oyster mushrooms into a large pot.

Sandra thought Stephanie seemed to be approaching it with a "nothing to lose" attitude.

"Really?" Dominick responded in a deep voice/looking at the empty corridor with a thoughtful expression.

He wondered, 'Was she doing this for me?' He had never imagined she would be so considerate.

He wondered, "When did she start learning to take care of others? If she just behaved, that would be good enough."

Unexpectedly, Dominick chuckled.

That evening, dinner at Wellington Villa was served late because Stephanie's cioppino took a long time to become flavorful, and dinner wasn't ready until nearly 9 PM.

"Sandra, do you think it will taste bad?" Stephanie asked, worried that the clams were overcooked.

"Mr. Wellington will definitely like it."

"Isn't he supposed to be eating out tonight?" Stephanie looked up in surprise as she entered the dining room and saw he was already seated at the table.

The maids swiftly served the dishes, placing the large pot of cioppino in the center of the table.

Dominick's eyes darkened as he looked at the food in front of him and then turned to examine her on the other side.

Stephanie felt a bit nervous under his gaze. She walked over to the dining chair and sat down, feeling somewhat awkward.

Trying to act normal, she asked casually, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

"I'm waiting for this pot of cioppino." Dominick's tone was much lighter than earlier in the afternoon.

"Sandra made this," Stephanie said loudly, perhaps out of guilt.

Seeing her poor attempt at pretending, Dominick couldn't help but chuckle.

Her cheeks turned slightly red under his stare.

"What happened to your hand?" Dominick frowned, noticing the two band-aids on her right fingers.

Caught off guard by his question, she became even more flustered. "I just accidentally cut myself."

Without saying anything more, he immediately got up from his chair and walked over to her. "Let me see..."

Stephanie, embarrassed and hesitant, raised her hand.

Just then, an urgent voice sounded...

"Mr. Wellington, Mr. George Wellington's on the phone..." Brad hurried over with a phone.

"It's George's call. Stephanie calmed down and nudged him, indicating he should answer.

Dominick's face was complicated as he took the phone. Before he could speak, George commanded, "Come to Serenburg immediately! Dominick, did you hear me? Come here right now. I found some neurosurgeons who can help..."

"I'm not going." Dominick refused coldly.

His grip on the phone tightened, and his face looked grim.

More angry scolding came from George over the phone...

Stephanie couldn't hear what they were discussing. Dominick seemed to avoid her, turning to walk in another direction. She could sense his impatience and guessed that George wasn't in a good mood either.

What were they arguing about?

Finally, Dominick, with a cold expression, hung up the phone.

"Mr. Wellington, Mr. George Wellington's very worried..." Brad, standing by, tried to persuade him quietly.

"Don't answer my grandpa's calls next time." Dominick's voice turned icy as he glanced at Brad.

Brad, who had watched him grow up, knew his temper well and felt helpless but didn't dare to say more. However, Stephanie, sitting in the dining chair, couldn't stand it any longer,

"What did George say on the phone?"

She quickly stood up and walked to him. "Dominick, you need to listen to others' advice.

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at the thDon't be so stubborn att the time. George must be busy dealing with your matters in Serenburg, right? Just go along with his wishes..."

"I said this matter is none of your concernl" Dominick turned to face her, his attitude firm.

Stephanie, now furious, retorted,

"Why you're always so overbearing?

Do you think it doesn't matter how many people you hurt as long as you e achieve your goals? Kevin mentioned last time that you secretly framed him for crime. You're willing to do anything to achieve your goals. Have you ever considered others' feelings? Can't you think about George's feelings for once? How can you..."

"What about me?" Dominick's cold expression turned even darker.

still He said in a low voice and gritted his teeth. "Stephanie, do you think you have the right to criticize my way of handling things? Or are you feeling sorry for Kevin... I will get whatever I want, no matter how many people get hurt. Stephanie, you better behave and never bring this up again."