Crossroads

Back at the hotel, Stephanie was restless.

She had a feeling that something was off.

George's sudden coldness and the odd look on Vincent's face just didn't add up...

The door was knocked on, and she hurried to open it. Seeing the man in front of her, she struggled to hide her complex emotions. "Vincent, what did Grandpa say to you?"

"Pack your things. You're on a flight back to Havencrest in an hour." Vincent didn't answer her question. Instead, he gave another order in a deep voice.

"Fly back to Havencrest in an hour?" Stephanie looked up, meeting Vincent's eyes. She pondered for a moment, biting her lip, asking, "Why? Did Grandpa ask you to send me away from Serenburg?"

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His voice was cold as he reminded her, "Just get ready. If you're hungry, grab something on the plane. We're on a tight schedule, so let's..."

"Wait, did something happen to Dominick?" Stephanie stepped forward, quickly cutting him off.

"Vincent, what did Grandpa tell you? it must be about Dominick, right?" Stephanie's eyes were clear and insistent as she pressed on.

"Nothing." He was unwilling to say more.

"Vincent, I know the accident was my fault. Dominick got hurt protecting me..."

"It has nothing to do with the accident!"

Looking at her guilty expression, Vincent felt somewhat irritated and retorted.

Hearing this, Stephanie was even more confused. "Then what is it about..."

"We're not sure yet..." He paused, his tone growing heavier as he murmured, "Turns out Dominick has been hiding things from us all these years. Vincent spoke these words very softly..

He had no idea how to deal with that...

"Dominick is safe for now. We don't need you to be here. Stephanie, pack your things and leave now." Vincent didn't give her a chance to respond before turning and walking away.

"We don't need you here. The words echoed in Stephanie's mind.

She stood at the doorway, watching him stride away.

To Vincent and Mary, this might be a simple fact. She wasn't a doctor and couldn't help, so there was no need for her to stay.

But to Stephanie, those words cut deep. Because... She couldn't offer any help at this point.

Stephanie lowered her head, a sense of inferiority and gullt flickering across her eyes. "I can't do anything for him."

She turned back to the suite and gently closed the door.

In the spacious and luxurious hotel suite, she was once again left alone.

George and everyone thought she was in the way and wanted her to leave.

"But I don't want to go." Ves, she wanted to see him.

With a heavy heart, she began to pack her suitcase. Suddenly, a breeze blew in through the window, causing the light blue silk curtains to flutter. For some reason, it reminded her of Wellington Villa's bedroom.

She loved sleeping with the window open, but as the night wore on, the air grew thick and humid, and a chill wind crept in. She was too lazy to get up and close it. She simply burrowed deeper into her blankets, shivering slightly.

Yet, every time she woke up, she would find the window had been closed.

Even if Dominick didn't say anything, she knew he always came back to the bedroom at night to do one simple thing-close the window for her.

Stephanie didn't know why he did it. Maybe it was for the sake of the babies she was carrying...

But this small, consistent act spoke volumes.

"Dominick." She stood by the bed, whispering his name, her hand clutching her suitcase, and her eyes were filled with hesitation.

The next second, Stephanie seemed to have figured something out. She grabbed her phone, dropped her suitcase, and strode out the door.

If she left Serenburg like this, she would never be satisfied. She needed to see him, and she needed to see him now!

She skipped the lobby, not wanting to run into Vincent, and took the elevator down to the hotel's underground parking.

She hailed a cab straight to the hospital. The driver, a friendly older gentleman, glanced at her with a curious look. "Miss, your phone's blowing up," he said, nodding towards the persistent ringing from her pocket.

Stephanie's face remained calm as she casually fabricated a lie. "It's just my boyfriend. We had a fight, and I'm not in the mood to talk to him right now."

"I see." The driver widened his eyes slightly. He bought her story and offered some heartfelt advice, "Be careful with those boyfriends. Some guys are real jerks and might try to take advantage of you. You gotta look out for yourself."

Maybe it was Stephanie's petite frame and exotic features that made her seem so delicate. She offered a small smile but remained silent.

Stephanie glanced at her phone and immediately rejected Vincent's call

"Damn it, where the hell did she go?" Vincent growled on the other end of the line, and his face twisted in anger.

"She must be at the hospital." Vincent narrowed his eyes. He knew Stephanie wasn't going just to listen, and even Dominick couldn't control her. There was no way she'd listen to anyone else!

"Get word to the hospital. If they see her, just get her. Vincent sounded frustrated. After a moment, he added, "And don't tell George about Chapter 114

this. Once she's secured, report directly to me."

"Understood."

His subordinates immediately called the hospital to pass on the order.

Vincent gripped his phone tightly, his face solemn.

If Stephanie had gone to the hospital, she would have suffered only. Neither Mary nor even George would treat her kindly. How stupid could she be? She'd been sent back to Havencrest for a reason, and now she was stirring up trouble again.

With Dominick still unconscious, there was no one to protect her if things went south.

Suddenly, Vincent's brows furrowed tightly. "If that troublemaker really went to the hospital, she wouldn't use the main gate....

Of course, Stephanie wouldn't dare to enter through the main entrance.

She got out of the taxi and took a detour to the back door of the m hospital. She had been there before and knew it was where the support medical staff delivered supplies.

She tousled her long hair, shrank against the wall, and crouched down, deliberately smearing dirt from the street onto her clothes and face.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

It wasn't long before a nurse pushing a cart of supplies spotted her crouching figure and came over.

Stephanie looked disheveled, with dust on her clothes and face. She lifted her head with a timidom expression."... I was on vacation with my friends, and we got mugged... I think I twisted my ankle..."

"Mugged!" The nurse immediately became tense. "Did you report it to the police?

How's your ankle?"

The nurse crouched down to help her up, but as she got close, Stephanie suddenly tackled her to the ground.

Caught completely off guard, the nurse was utterly stunned and only heard a faint "sorry" before Stephanie skillfully gagged her mouth with a long silk scarf The nurse struggled in vain, her eyes wide with fear, as Stephanie expertly stripped her of her uniform and bound her hands and feet. Finally, Stephanie cruelly hid the nurse in the corner of the bushes. Only then did she stand up and walk confidently through the hospital's back door.

She needed to see him, no matter what!

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