Crossroads

Dominick's gaze was cold and detached as if he were looking at a stranger. He put down his newspaper without another word to her.

Thus, Stephanie had no choice but to sit next to him.

The servants quickly set the breakfast table with a bowl of clam chowder, a plate of pasta, and a glass of milk.

Dominick and George ate in silence gracefully and quietly..

"Mrs. Wellington, now that you are pregnant, the nutritionist has customized a meal plan for you... A maid brought over a bowl of specially prepared oatmeal for her.

Stephanie dared not be picky and took a spoonful. It didn't taste good.

Just then, George shot her a sharp gaze. Stephanie immediately kept her head low and obediently sipped the datmeal.

George seemed pleased with her calm demeanor. After he had half a bowl of clam chowder, he set down his spoon.

Brad quickly handed him a half glass of water, George took a sip and wiped his lips with a napkin before speaking in a stern voice. "The baby is on the way. You need to be careful."

Stephanie thought George was instructing her and quickly responded, "Yes, understood."

"I said she's pregnant. There are certain things to be careful about. Do you hear me?" George repeated, his voice rising with irritation.

Only then did Stephanie realize that George was speaking to Dominick.

Dominick remained indifferent. He had finished half of his spaghetti. He set down his fork, raised an eyebrow, and looked at his grandfather, asking back,

"Be careful about what?"

George's face darkened.

"In the early stages of pregnancy, there are certain things you simply cannot do in bed! Watch yourself!" he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Hearing this, Dominick looked toward Stephanie with an increasingly profound gaze.

Stephanie's cheeks flushed.

George was the first to stand up. Leaning on his cane, he gave Stephanie a look before leaving and said unexpectedly, "Call me Grandpa from now on."

Stephanie looked somewhat surprised.

After breakfast, Dominick headed to the office while George went back to his room to rest

"Mrs. Wellington, this afternoon the bridal shop will send over some designs for the wedding dresses and a few options for the rings..

Stephanie's day was packed. She sat on the living room sofa in the main house while Brad told her about the details of the wedding.

Stephanie had a mixed feeling as she heard this. "Brad, let Mr. George Wellin Wellington and Dominick decide these things. I'll pass..."

To outsiders, the marriage already seemed absurd, and Dominick had mentioned just last night that it was all a deal, so there was no need to be serious about the wedding Chapter 15

"Mr. George Wellington said you can speak up if there are any wedding dresses or jewels you like. If you don't have any special requests, we'll have a designer customize them for you," Brad said kindly and respectfully.

Stephanie was somewhat overwhelmed by his consideration. "It's all up to you. Everything is fine with me," she responded without anticipation for the marriage.

Brad didn't press further, He noticed her tired expression and chuckled lightly, "Did you have trouble sleeping here last night?"

Stephanie looked embarrassed. "It was alright."

"Take Mrs. Wellington back to her room to rest," Brad tumed to instruct a maid.

He thought for a moment and added, "Mrs. Wellington, you're carrying the Wellington heir. Mr. George Wellington will take care of you. There's no need to be formal Stephanie nodded at Brad, saying, "Thank you."

She truly appreciated his kindness. There were only a few people who treated her with genuine kindness in her life. The Wellingtons were demanding but the servants here were quite friendly.

Stephanie was truly exhausted. She had barely slept the previous night. So, she followed the maid back to her room.

Brad watched her leave, seemingly thinking about something

"What's going on? Are we actually going through with a wedding? Isn't this whole thing embarrassing enough?"

Not long after Stephanie had left, Stella stormed into Wellington Villa, seething with rage.

The scene where the butler and maids were busy preparing for Dominick and Stephanie's wedding only fueled her anger.

"Everyone in our circle knows Stephanie was once married into the Nelson family, and now..." Stella said, her chest heaving with anger.

"This wedding is going to disgrace om both the Wellingtons and the, Nelsons. No, this can't go on...

Besides, Stephanie doesn't need a legal marriage to have the child."

Brad looked at her, speaking softly.

"Ms. Wellington, the Wellington family cannot afford the scandal of an illegitimate child, and it's surprising that Mr. Wellington has agreed to marry...

Stella's face darkened. She had never expected Dominick to marry Stephanic.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Brad added quietly to ease her mind, "Ms. Wellington, you know how Mr. George Wellington is..."

Stella didn't stay long at Wellington Villa. She knew better than t in to go against George's wishes and decided to tackle the problem from another angle.

Stella grabbed her phone and immediately called Kevin, "Get in touch with the Reed family at Caelorium..."

Kevin's voice came through, tinged with impatience. "Mom, you were at Wellington Villa, right? What did Grandpa say about Stephanie and Dominick?"

Stella's irritation flared up immediately. "Your grandpa has always favored Dominick. As soon as Dominick returned, he took over the CEO position and has been opposing k

me all the time. He has never been interested in marriage, yet now he suddenly agrees to marry Stephanie. I'm not going to let this go so easily..."