Crossroads

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Stephanie sat on the metal chair outside the hospital room, watching the woman in front of her yell. She felt a pang of helplessness and wanted to explain.

But Mary seemed to have lost her patience and barked at the bodyguard, "Get her out of here now."

The bodyguard looked at Mary with little respect and flatly said, "Mr. Wellington asked her to stay..."

Mary's face changed drastically when she heard this. "Dominick's awake? Why isn't anyone telling me?" she hastily asked, her voice urgent and laced with displeasure. She couldn't bother with Stephanie anymore and quickened her pace, trying to rush inside.

"Ma'am, you can't go in," the bodyguards outside the door said coldly, stepping forward to block her path.

Mary was furious. "Why can't I go in? That's my son in there!"

"Lam sorry!" the bodyguard replied curtly, his tone unwavering.

Stephanie watched as Mary confronted the bodyguards with a stern expression. She whispered an explanation, "Grandpa said he has important matters to discuss with Dominick..."

"You have no right to speak here!" Mary snapped, turning to glare at her.

Faced with Mary's intimidating demeanor, Stephanie had no choice but to lower her head and remain silent.

Mary was even harder to deal with than Stella, she thought. "Dominick's mother seems to really hate me...

from in Just then, a loud bang erupted from inside the room.

The heavy door was shut tight, preventing her from hearing the conversation, but she could tell that George was furious.

"If it weren't for this accident, how long were you going to keep this from me? Dominick, you need to explain this to me clearly!"

Inside the room, George's face was dark with anger. His hand gripped his cane tightly, his body trembling with rage.

"Mr. George Wellington, please calm down. Dominick just woke up. He's still very weak. We can ask him later..." Vincent stood beside George. nervously trying to mediate as they argued intensely.

But Dominick wasn't going to back down. He coldly retorted, "So what if you do know?"

George's anger flared. If not for Dominick's weakened state, he would have stormed over and whacked his ungrateful grandson with his cane.

"Dominick, you really think you can handle everything on your own? You little punk, you have no respect for me anymore!"

Dominick was still lying on the bed, his face pale and weak. He glanced towards George with a thoughtful look in his eyes, who was fuming at the foot of the bed.

Finally, he seemed tired, slowly closing his eyes. "Even if you knew, it wouldn't change anything," he said calmly, his voice low.

Even if he didn't hide it from them, they couldn't help with this matter.

George looked complex and hesitated, his eyes boring into Dominick for a moment.

Suddenly, he turned and walked out, his steps heavy.

Vincent was worried about George's emotional state. He quickly followed, but before leaving, he couldn't help but glance back at the hospital bed with a heavy heart.

Dominick was right. Even if they had known from the beginning, it wouldn't have changed anything..

"Mr. George Wellington, Dominick just doesn't want you to worry about him," Vincent whispered, trying to comfort George as he opened the door.

George's face remained sullen, and his brow furrowed. As they stepped out, Mary and Stephanie looked up at them at the same time.

Their mind was full of questions, but they didn't dare ask

"George, what's wrong with Dominick? What were you talking about...?" Mary couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up and asked anxiously.

However, George ignored her. Instead, he turned to look at Stephanic with a complicated expression.

Under his scrutiny, Stephanie felt a flicker of panic. She wasn't sure whether to stand up or remain seated, awaiting for his instructions.

"Take good care of him." George's voice, aged and hoarse, choked slightly as he told Stephanie. Then, without another word, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

Stephanie's eyes widened as she watched George leave. She couldn't understand what he meant by taking care of Dominick.

George was usually so robust, but now he seemed to have aged considerably at that moment. His once imposing figure looked old and frail.

"Mary, Dominick just woke up. He needs to rest..." Vincent said with a meaningful undertone, looking at Mary.

Mary's face fell. It was clear they didn't want her in the room.

"But Dominick needs someone to look after him..." she protested, unwilling to give up.

"As Mr. George Wellington just said, let Stephanie take care of him. Now that Dominick is married, you don't need to worry about him anymore," Vincent replied calmly as if it was nothing.

Stephanie looked at Vincent, feeling a bit odd. This was strange. Although Vincent was a notorious playboy and had a string of girlfriends, he always respected his elders. Yet, the way he spoke to Mary now seemed cold and indifferent.

"Why are you still standing there? Get in there!" Vincent whispered, urging Stephanie as he passed by.

Stephanie seemed a bit slow to understand what was going on, while Mary glared at her with resentment and watched her step into the room.

The man on the bed had his eyes closed, resting.

Stephanie stood by the bed, noting the IV bag was still half full. She didn't want to disturb him and carefully pulled up a chair to sit down, Chapter 117

silently staring at the IV drip above his head.

The room was quiet, and the door was closed. It was just her and him.

Stephanie looked at the man on the bed. He wasn't asleep, and she knew it. His face was Bale and his brow furrowed as it lost in thought. Stephanie opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but fell silent in the end.

"What were Grandpa and Dominick talking about just now?' She doubted Dominick would tell her even if she asked, but she had a bad feeling about it.

That was because she noticed a small dent in the metal frame of the had hospital bed. It seemed George really lost his temper.

Soon, Stephanie saw that the IV drip was almost finished, so she stood up om Om to replace it. As she finished As she finished connecting the new bag, she looked down and found Dominick staring directly at her, his eyes open. "Did I... Did I wake you?" she asked.

Dominick didn't answer right away, His eyes were deep and clear. Sure, hadn't been asleep. He had just closed his eyes to be alone with his thoughts.

"Are you feeling alright? Should I call the doctor?" she asked. Stephanie felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Do you want some water or something to eat?"

Even Stephanie herself felt these questions were foolish, but she truly didn't know what else she could do for him.

Dominick remained silent, and Stephanie's expression grew increasingly awkward. "If I'm bothering you, and you want me to leave, I can wait outside."

Maybe it was the pain from his injuries, but Dominick took a shallow breath and suddenly spoke in a low voice. "If I wanted you to leave, your wouldn't still be here..."