Crossroads

"Get out. Get out, Claire, I don't want to see you."

Impatient roars echoed in the brightly lit VIP ward in the wee hours.

"I'm your wife new. You're injured, I should stay here with you." Claire's voice trembled with grievance as she glanced at Kevin in the hospital bed. She bit her lips and raised her voice. "Stephanie already tied the knot with Dominick. Don't cross him. He's a real piece of work, capable of pulling anything off."

The door suddenly swung open, and Claire instinctively turned her head, her face drained of color.

"Dominick. Why is he here?" she thought.

up angrily and was about to Seeing Dominick suddenly appear at the door, Kevin, on the hospital bed, was startled for a moment, then sat up: rush to the door,

"Kevin, you're injured. You can't move." Claire's face flushed with panic as she hurried to the bedside, restraining him by the shoulders.

Stella at the door also hurriedly ran over, trying to dissuade him. "Kevin, you need to take care of yourself."

"Get out. All of you, get out!" Kevin yelled.

Stella looked at the bandages on his body, her heart aching. She hesitated for a moment and said, "I will wait outside. If you need anything, Just ask for me."

With that, she turned cold and vented her frustrations towards Claire, scolding, "I've told you before. You're not fit to be Kevin's wife. He's hurt, and here you are, deliberately getting under his skin."

Claire dared not speak and followed Stella's footsteps out of the ward.

As they passed by the door, their expressions grew even more complicated. Stella's steps were heavy, suppressing her anger, while Claire lowered her head further The door was shut. The room was spacious, and the strong night breeze outside the window made the curtains sway. The two inside the room remained silent. The atmosphere was chilly and quiet.

Dominick remained indifferent. He casually glanced around as if the man on the hospital bed didn't exist. Finally, his gaze settled on the pitch-black night sky outside the window, feeling the chilly breeze blowing in.

'She's asleep. He lowered his eyes as if pondering something else.

Meanwhile, Kevin's face darkened, and he glared at Dominick. He didn't expect his cousin to utter a single word of apology, but some things needed to be settled between them.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The first thing he said was, "Let Stephanie go."

'Stephanie. The mention of this name caused Dominick to tilt his head slightly. His deep gaze scrutinized Kevin's indignation, and his lips pressed with disdain.

Kevin despised Dominick for always carrying himself with such an air of superiority since they were kids. There was no doubt that they feared him, and none of their relatives liked getting close to him.

With a grim expression, Kevin clenched his right hand into a fist, trying to keep himself calm. "Let her go. Stephanie is different from you. Her world is simple, unlike your scheming and fighting, I don't know why you would make such an effort to take her away from me."

At the end of his words, Kevin couldn't contain his anger any longer, roaring in frustration, "Dominick, what exactly do you want? Let Stephanie go, and don't you dare hurt herl

"She owes me," Dominick suddenly interjected.

Pausing for a moment, his deep gaze locked onto Kevin in the hospital bed, he ambiguously said, "I want her to repay me for the rest of her life."

"She owes me... I want her to repay me for the rest of her life... Kevin never expected him to say such inexplicable words and was stunned

momentarily.

Dominick lost his patience. He was only there to appease George. He turned and headed straight for the door.

"Dominick, stop right there!" Kevin grew somewhat anxious as he saw him leaving, "What do you mean by that?"

Anxiety flickered in Kevin's eyes as he couldn't shake off the strange phrase En:

echoing in his/mind, "I want her to repay me for the rest of her

life."

"What does that mean? A man wanting a woman her lifetime...

Kevin grew