Crossroads

At 7 PM, everyone was busy preparing dinner, while Stephanie was unceremoniously pushed out of the kitchen.

Molly sternly warned her, "Stay out unless you want to run things."

Stephanie felt frustrated, thinking, "But this is my house!

"Some people just know how to make a mess. Vincent gloated from the living room.

Ignoring him, Stephanie curiously peeked into the kitchen. She saw Molly seriously frying steak, with Andy diligently handing her sauce.

The scene struck her as increasingly odd. She turned and glanced at the lazy Vincent lounging on the sofa "Hey, why is Scott's son always sticking to Molly?" Vincent raised his eyebrows at her question, his expression turning peculiar.

This matter dated back to a few days before, on Christmas Eve That day, he accompanied Andy to Calorium to look for someone, and they ended up having a sad Christmas dinner at a fast-food joint by the highway. He had foolishly mentioned something about Scott's brother.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After everyone had eaten, Scott took Andy to the toilet. Vincent saw the wallet Scott had left on the table, immediately opened it, and showed Molly the photo inside. This is the Roberts family photo."

Molly was surprised to see a man who resembled Scott in the photo. I've never seen a photo of his brother at the Roberts Villa, and Scott's parents. never mentioned him."

Vincent replied, "Scott's brother died in an accident. They were too heartbroken to talk about it."

"What kind of accident? Just as Molly asked, Scott returned with a gloomy face, snatched his wallet back, and coldly scolded her, "Ms. Snuggleton, our family matters are none of your business."

There were quite a few people in the fast-food restaurant. Scott rarely lost his temper in public, and Molly looked a bit aggrieved and lowered her head but didn't dare to argue.

They all returned to the car in silence, and no one spoke on the way back.

Molly got out of the car first. She smiled awkwardly, clearly hurt, and said, "We all have our own lives. I wish you happiness" Then she went home.

What she meant was that they should go their separate ways and not contact each other unless necessary.

The expressions of the father and son left in the car were strange. Andy complained to his father, saying it was too harsh and that they should go apologize, but Scott sent him home without further ado.

"It's been so many years. Andy is already six. Even your parents have moved on, so why can't you? Do you plan to live the rest of your life in this muddle? You've finally met someone you like. Why don't you have the courage to pursue happiness? Vincent tried to persuade him.

But after a moment of silence, Scott simply replied. "I don't deserve happiness"

"Can he really control himself?" Vincent muttered.

"What are you mumbling about Stephanie walked over, seeing Vincent lost in thought, and asked again, "Hey, I asked you, why is Andy sticking to Molly? Did Scott do something to hurt her!"

Vincent snapped back to reality, looked up, and snorted angrily, clearly annoyed by her presence. "Stephanie, stay away from me His pettiness flared as he coldly added, "Don't talk to me."

Stephanie's Lace darkened, ready to explode, but she held back for Andy's sake, deciding not to throw him out.

Without Stephanie's interference, Molly quickly finished cooking dinner.

Andy dutifully set the table while Vincent and Stephanie waited like freeloaders. The simple home-cooked meal of five dishes and a soup smelled delicious.

Molly Jadled a small bowl of potato leek soup for everyone. "Start with half a bowl of soup before the main course. This soup is especially good for Winter Andy happily held his small spoon, enjoying the moment Chapter 314

Stephanie, unconcerned with table manners in her own home, declared, "I want a big bowl, and began to eat heartily.

"I'm going to find a wife as good as you someday. Vincent complimented but then turned to Stephanie with a startled expression. "Stephanie, were you this uncouth when you lived at Wellington Villa?"

"It's none of your business. Stephanie disliked any mention of the Wellingtons and glared at him. "Feel free to leave if our simple food doesn't suit you. The rest of us can enjoy it."

Vincent, protective of his food, tried to block her from grabbing more, only to aggravate his shoulder injury. His face turned pale with pain.

"Vincent, how's your shoulder? Molly noticed his discomfort, seeing he could barely hold his fork. "Didn't you use the medicinal balm in the first aid kit? It's quite effective.

"He said it smelled too bad and refused to use it. Andy immediately ratted him out Vincent was too weak to curse. Cinching his right shoulder with his left hand, his handsome face twisted in pain, yet he remained stubbornly silent.

"Pathetic. Stephanie stood up, moving to help him while sniping, "What a delicate man."

"Whose fault is that?" Vincent raised his head and shouted, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. He was clearly in pain.

Stephanie hesitated, then suggested. "Let's go to the hospital."

"No." Vincent refused She leaned closer, her tone menacing. "Not going, huh?"

"I said no!" Vincent's pride was unyielding.

A minute later, Molly and Andy calmly ate their soup, watching as Stephanie, brimming with com determination, grabbed Vincent by the collar and dragged him to the sofa. She then pounced on him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"You..." Vincent was stunned, staring wide-eyed at her as she groped him. He thought, 'Is this considered harassing?"

Vincent went rigid, only to have his nerves explode in pain when Stephanie slapped a lump of medicinal balm onto his bruised right shoulder.

"Ah! This is murder! Damn you, Stephanie! Ah! Stop... Ah!"

Vincent howled in agony. The more he screamed, the more impatient Stephanie became, rubbing the balm on his shoulder harder and harder. Molly and Andy exchanged glances, inwardly offering him their deepest sympathies.

"You... You just wait!" After a grueling session, Vincent was drenched in cold sweat, his shirt collar soaked. He was panting, feeling like half his life had been drained away, and even his insults lost their bite.

"Does it really hurt that much?" Stephanie put away the first aid kit and turned to glare at him. "Oscar never screamed like you. Once the bruise is rubbed out, it'll get better soon. You're so annoying"

Vincent, thoroughly chastised, had no words left to argue. Andy sweetly brought him a half glass of water, which he gulped down.

Molly was curious and asked. "Stephanie, did you often tended Oscar's injuries!

"When he was a kid, he was always getting hurt when he stayed with the Pearsons, Stephanie casually explained Oscar had no friends and no one to take him to the hospital, so she took care of his injuries.

Regaining some composure, Vincent commented, "Shouldn't you be more careful now? You're not kids com anymore. She was the only one who would casually rip a man's shirt off. Sa *h the Find_Nøvel. et website on Gøøgle to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing," Stephanie said. "I'm used to it, and Oscar was always clingy Molly was shocked. "Oscarf Clingy? That doesn't sound like like him at allTM Stephanir fell silent, her expression turning peculiar, more like a resigned sigh.

She said. "That's because you've never seen him when he has a high lever