Crossroads

Stella didn't linger and turned to leave soon after.

Kevin watched his mother's refreating figure, lost in thoughts.

"Kevin, does your mom hate me and Joyce?" Claire had been anxiously eavesdropping from a corner.

She clung to Kevin's arm, her eyes brimming with tears. "Kevin, I know you're married, and I shouldn't have come back to disrupt your life, but our daughter has grown up without a father. Kids laughed at her, calling her an illegitimate child..."

"No one would dare to laugh at her anymore" Kevin comforted her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"I will divorce Stephanie. Just...give me some time," He whispered reassuringly to Claire.

Then, Kevin accompanied Claire to visit their daughter in the pediatric ward, Joyce had no broken bones, just a bruise on her arm. Still, Claire was worried and insisted on keeping the child in the hospital overnight.

"Kevin, you have work tomorrow. Go home and get some sleep. I'll stay with Joyce." Claire's voice was soft as she played the role of a supportive wife.

Kevin's gaze softened as he looked at her.

"Claire, you're so kind. You've been through so much raising our child abroad these past years. I've bought an apartment for you on the east side of the city, and hired a nanny. Tomorrow, I'll come with you and Joyce to take a look.

Claire's cheeks warmed with a blush when she heard about the apartment. "Kevin, we can finally live together as a family. I'm tired of hiding and being the other woman.

Seeing her cheeks blushing Kevin glanced down at her breast and kissed her deeply.

"Don't be jealous of Stephanie. I find it disgusting even to touch Stephanie, and I'll be divorcing her soon."

Men were always sweet talkers, and after a passionate kiss in the hospital corridor, Kevin finally left Claire watched him leave with a smile on her face.

But as soon as Kevin was out of sight, her smile vanished.

Claire immediately pulled out her phone and dialed a number, her voice cold as she commanded, "Send me that video of you and Stephanie having sex, now!

had one job! I pay you so much money, and you can't even manage to sleep with a woman!"

Fuming, Claire stormed toward the balcony, shouting into the phone.

"The suite was taken by someone else? That's ridiculous! I've already spoken to the club manager. Who has the power to take over the suite on my name...

The person on the other end of the phone explained, "Claire, the other guy showed up with eight bodyguards, and even the club's general manager came out to greet him personally, I wouldn't dare mess with someone like that..."

"Who is he?" Claire shouted into the phone furiously.

She had planned to use the video of Stephanie fooling around with a man to disgrace her and force her out of the Nelson family, but someone had just

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gotten in her way.

"The club's keeping his name under wraps, but I found out his name is Wellington..."

Claire's blood ran cold as she heard this. The phone almost slipped from her fingers.

"Wellington... she murmured.

"Dominick, you scoundrell Where have you been?"

In the spacious living room, an imposing elderly man sat on the sofa, dressed in a black suit, leaning on his cane, and furiously scolding his grandson.

It was around five in the morning when Dominick had just returned from the club to Wellington Villa

Dominick glanced over and ignored his grandfather, George Wellington, O whom he hadn't seen for years. He walked past the living room and headed straight for the study on the second floor.

"You wretch, stop right there! Did you hear me?" George's face paled with anger.

"Mr. George Wellington heard you returned to the country last night and has been waiting at home for you."

Brad Hill, the butler, stood nearby, speaking in a calming voice with a this face. It's been many smile ophis years, and you look even more handsome..."

Dominick nodded to Brad and turned his gaze to his grandfather sitting on the sofa.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

George looked vigorous, though his expression was as dark as thunder.

"I have things to do." he said and started walking upstairs without another word.

Well, that meant he wouldn't bother with his grandpa anymore.

Staring after him, George was furious but know all too well Dominick's cold demeanor. With no other recourse, We he qqula only shout at his retreating figure, "Be at the Gordon Hotel at seven o'clock tomorrow evening for a blind date..."

"Not happening