Crossroads

"Where is Stephanie?"

Dominick woke up much earlier than expected. He nearly gave everyone a heart attack when he passed out. Fortunately, he regained consciousnes now However, the first thing he said upon waking was her name. Sandra and the others stood by the bed, exchanging troubled glances, looking quite complex and uneasy.

"Where is Stephanie?"

He lay pale and weak on the hospital bed, eyes closed, an IV line anaking from his right hand. Every ounce of strength had drained from him, but at least the pounding in his head had eased, There were some noisy sounds around him, but he knew she wasn't there.

Sandra stepped closer, her nerves on edge. They usually feared Dominick, but tonight, they were especially cautious. She spoke sofily. "Diana had called and...

"Where is she?f Dominick's pale face turned grim as he sensed something was wrong. He immediately opened his eyes, his hoarse voice sounding particularly eerie.

Sandra flinched at his sudden intensity.

She bit her lip and lowered her head, not daring to look directly at him, “Mrs. Wellington just left. She said she was going to Diana's place," she managed to say and tried to be calm.

"Impossible," he retorted coldly, his voice firm in denial.

"It's not the first time she's abandoned you. Why is it impossible?" The servants at the doorway quickly stepped aside, and George entered, leaning on his cane. He walked in with steady steps, scolding angrily.

"Where is she?" Dominick insisted. "Give her back to me... She's in danger out there."

George's face darkened with rage, his cloudy eyes burning with anger and heartache as he took in the sight of his grandson's frail body. He gritted his teeth and roared. "How could the Wellingtons produce such a useless man like you? You're sick, yet all you can think about is a woman!"

This time, the man in the bed didn't respond. His head seemed to throb with a dull pain. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, he swiftly yanked out the needle from the back of his right hand with his left hand, propping himself up on the bed.

Seeing this, Brad immediately signaled the servant by the bed to support him. "Get away!"

Dominick's head was still spinning. He was weak and shaky as he tried to sit up, his voice a raspy growl. Even though he was sick as hell, his terrible mood made him look even more imposing.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Standing by the bed with a cane, George grew eve even more furious at Dominick's stubbornness and began to curse loudly."

"Get out of the way, all of you! Let him kill himself! Don't lift a finger to help!"

The servants in the room hesitated, not daring to touch Dominick. The IV drip continued, and they just watched Dominick, looking pale and weak. hurriedly striding toward the door without even wearing shapes.

Brad watched them bicker, his heart filled with anxiety. He quickly followed. "Mr. Wellington, you're still in a fragile state, with multiple complications... This can't wait any longer. We need to schedule surgery right may."

But Dominick had already reached the stairs. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he couldn't see anything. Fear surged within him, causing his limbs 10 Dail.

He suddenly missed a step and lost his balance, tumbling down the stairs. The sickening thuds echoed through the house, shocking everyone upstairs.

"Mr. Wellington!" Brad was the first to react, and his voice filled with terror as he rushed forward The others were stunned for a second. They looked at Dominick's tall frame lying motionless at the bottom of the stairs. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, staining his already pale face. An cerie silence descended, broken only by the chilling sound of dripping blood.

George's eyes widened as he stared down the staircase. His old face was filled with horror, and his heart raced wildly. His lips trembled as he tried to give orders, but he couldn't make a sound Chapter 231

ur pain clawed at his heart, stealing his breath and his voice.

The familiar I Dominick was even more stubborn and headstrong than his father... How could he bear the pain of losing a loved child again?

"Dr. Morris, get over here and help!

Brad had already reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at the lifeless body. He then quickly shouted, "Get the first aid kit, bring all necessary medications, and contact the private jet. We're flying to Serenburg tonight."

The storm raged on, the sky dark with swirling clouds. The weather was brutal, with lightning striking and thunder booming across the sky.

Stephanie sat in the car, her face momentarily illuminated by a flash of lightning through the window, turning her pale. Her heart suddenly pounded in her chest, a wave of unease washing over her.

She didn't bother screaming inside the car. It would be pointless. Her eyes darted back, searching in the direction of Wellington Villa and Dominick.

She didn't know how he was doing. Please, you have to be alright... she silently pleaded.

As the car slowed to a stop, the driver softly clicked the door unlocked, Stephanie instantly threw the door open, eager to escape the confined space. But as soon as she opened the door, she was met with a familiar face.

Diana stood there, clutching an umbrella, looking like she'd been waiting for hours.

"Why?" Stephanie stepped out of the car. Rain plastered her hair and shin O to her skin, and her face, pale and NO cold, mirrored the turmoil she felt as she stared at the woman in front of her.

"Why, Diana? Tell me why Grandpa sent me back?" The emotions she'd been holding back bubbled to the surface. She knew Diana had something to do with this.

Diana moved closer, shielding her with the umbrella. Stephanie's eyes were filled with something close to hate, but Diana's voice remained calm. "Stephanie, I'm so disappointed in you

"You took the chance to come back there. Are you just like all the other gold- diggers, chasing after the Wellington family's money and you become that shallow?"

"Diana, you're being completely unreasonable Stephanie yelled.

The umbrella was no match for the torrential downpour, thunder, lightning, and fierce wind. Her growing streaming down her cheeks.

"Dominick is sick. I promised to stay with him!" Stephanie turned around, ready to leave power? Have unease mingled with the tears and rain Diana tossed aside her umbrella, took a quick step forward, and grabbed her arm. "You're not going back," she said, her voice as firm as the thunder rumbling overhead.

Stephanie struggled to break free, her face pale from the rain, but her eyes red-rimmed Warm tears were wer so different from the cold rain, falling onto Diana's hand, but she held on tight, refusing to let Stephanie go

Stephanie was truly desperate. Her eyes reddened from crying as she begged, "Let me go back. I'm really worried about him..."

The thought of Dominick being so vulnerable was unbearable. She had been so careless, so neglectful. Now, she felt deep regret, her heart aching with fear. He had to be alright Diana hadn't expected her to cry like this, but she still held firm. "Even if you go back, there's nothing you can do...

"I love him!" Her voice, hoarse and desperate, cut the and over again.

cut through the air. I love him!!" The words echoed like the thunder rumbling outside, echoing over