Crossroads

On Christmas Eve, Molly found herself in a rather awkward situation.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She had been standing on the roadside, waiting for a car to take her home, when suddenly, a sapphire blue Lamborghini sped towards her. Terrified, Molly thought someone was trying to kill her. But then, the car screeched to a halt, and a familiar small figure jumped out.

"Molly, why did you come all the way to Carlorium? I've been looking for you all day. So, you and my dad secretly came here on vacation... How could you forget about me?" Andy had tracked her down to Caclorium.

Molly's face flushed with embarrassment at the child's innocent question. "No, it's not what you think..." she stammered, desperately looking to the man beside her for support. But Scott, with a gentle smile, just patted his son's head and said, "We're going home now. He offered no further explanation.

Meanwhile, Vincent, who had driven Andy there, smiled and gave Molly an even more suggestive look. Molly thought to herself, 'Great, now there's no way to clear this up.

Since Vincent had driven there, Molly and Scott didn't need to wait for a car. However, driving back from Caclorium to Havencrest would take at least four hours, whereas Scott and Molly had flown over by plane.

"Nothing better to do?" Scott asked as he got into the driver's seat of Vincent's flashy Lamborghini.

"You think I enjoy driving so many miles by myself? It's all because of your son. He was worried sick, saying Molly was missing. Your parents said you were on a business trip. They asked me if I knew where you were, so I spent the whole day driving around, exhausted. What kind of Christmas is this? I only had a burger. He even ate it while driving, quite miserable. Vincent complained, stretching and relaxing in the passenger seat. He gave a cheeky glance at the rearview mirror and grinned. "Did not expect you two to actually be together Vincent was blunt, and Scott, driving calmly, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Sitting in the back seat, Molly overheard. their conversation and felt increasingly embarrassed.

"Molly, I've finished half of the dominoes you gave me... Andy, also in the back seat, scooted closer to Molly, suddenly much more affectionate after not seeing her for a few days.

"You've already done 5,000 pieces?" she asked.

Andy nodded proudly. "It's easy. I just find some space in my roam and work on it a bit each day?

"I was worried 10,000 pieces would be too hard," she said.

Andy, getting even more excited, responded, "I'll finish them all by tomorrow."

Molly smiled and pinched his cheek. "You're so amazing."

"It's really simple," Andy said, confidently accepting the praise.

The two men in the front stayed silent. Vincent cast a meaningful glance at Scott, who was driving, and mouthed, "Looks like you'll be working overtime."

Scott kept his eyes on the road, revealing a hint of resignation.

His son was too boastful. The dominoes were painstakingly assembled by him and Andy, who had worked late into the night to get halfway done. Yet, Andy claimed he could finish them all by tomorrow. Scott thought his son was getting more shameless by the day, Scott intended to drive home even a bit hard. But given the traffic on Christmas, Vincent wasn't willing to. "I'm hungry, Vincent, sitting in the passenger seat, yelled without any regard for his image.

In the backseat, Andy had secretly stashed away a bag of fries and handed it to Molly as if to please her. "Molly, these are for

you. They're a bit cold but still tasty."

Tm not hungry. You eat them," she replied.

Vincent turned his head, glaring at them, but Andy, in his childish voice, said, "We're men, and men aren't afraid of hunger."

What did that mean? If men weren't afraid of hunger, were those who were not men? Vincent thought, feeling a pang of pain. This little boy was so cunning at such a young age.

"Scott, this is the good son you've raised, Vincent grumbled. He had driven Andy around all day, yet the boy had hidden a bag of fries and not shared them, showing no gratitude. sath the indNovel.let website on Googll to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Vincent was full of resentment, thinking, Scott is a schemer, and Andy is a little schemer. They're all deceitful. Damn, if 1 had known. I wouldn't have meddled in their family affairs. My Christmas is ruined.

Turning a corner, Scott casually retorted, "Vincent, if you're so capable, go have a kid yourself."

"If I had a son, he wouldn't be so terrifying. Vincent muttered under his breath.

Understanding Vincent's feelings, Molly interjected, "Children de take after their parents. If I had a child, they'd be well-behaved... She couldn't help but critique. "Ah, you don't like me?" Andy, quick-witted, looked at her with his big, bright eyes, a bit anxious.

Scott seemed to care about Molly's casual remark and glanced at her sharply through the rearview mirror.

Feeling awkward. Molly quickly corrected herself, "I meant if Stephanie had a child, they'd be very lively and tough..."

Vincent, horrified, imagined it and sighed, "Stephanie... That would be more than just terrifying."

Everyone paused for a second and then burst into laughter.

To avoid Vincent's constant yelling, Scott wisely found a restaurant along the road to have a meal before continuing.

"Didn't expect my Christmas dinner to be fast food," Vincent said, plopping down into a seat and m grabbing Andy's cold fries, eating them ravenously. Despite his maturity, Andy loved fast food too. Scott took his son to order a kids meal.

While waiting for the food, Molly watched Vincent's comical eating and teased.

"Why didn't you go out for Christmas?"

On a festive and romantic day like Christmas, a guy like Vincent should be surrounded by girls.

"Weren't you celebrating with Dominick and the others?" Molly asked casually.

Vincent suddenly stopped reaching for the fries, his expression complex as he glanced at her, "I'm not close to him. After that, he continued eating, but his expression soured.

Molly was surprised, thinking Vincent must have fallen out with Dominick.

She wanted to gossip, "How is Dominick doing lately?"

"Do you like Scott?" Vincent, obviously irked by his high-and-mighty friend, didn't answer and instead asked her a om serious question. Now it was Molly's turn to feel awkward.

"You don't need to worry about Chloe. She's crazy," Vincent continued. "Scott married her because of his brother."

Molly was momentarily stunned: "Scott has a brother?" She hadn't heard of it, and Scott never mentioned it.

Vincent glanced at Scott and Andy, who were waiting in line for food, and then back at her. After a long pause, he said, "Scott's brother is no longer with us."

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Molly wanted to ask more, but she wasn't foolish. When Scott and Andy returned with the food, Vincent immediately changed the subject, clearly indicating that this was not a topic for open discussion.