Cross Roads

Chapter 237 "Are are these two urns the children's ashes?" Molly stared blankly at the two black ceramic urns on the cabinet, unable to react for a long tAfter a long pause, she slowly turned to look at Diana and forced a smile, saying, "Ms. Clark, you can't joke about something like this. I know you don't seem to like the Wellington family much, but the children are innocent. You can't curse them like this..." Diana's expression turned somber at her words. She then shook her head without saying a word.

Seeing Diana's expression, Molly felt her chest tighten. She stepped forward urgently and grabbed Diana's wrist. "How could this happen? Stephanie's twins have always been healthy during check-ups! "Ms. Clark, please, you can't joke withlike this. Seeing Diana's heavy expression, she already had an inkling, and her voice choked up even inore.

"Why did this happen... Where is Dominick? Where are the Wellington family members?" Molly felt a surge of anger and yelled out. She felt like she was going to explode. She thought to herself, How could such young lives be lost so suddenly!' "I've always said the Wellington family can't be trusted. It's been days since Steff's accident, and with the Wellington family's influence in Havencrest, they should have known about it. But none of them have cto see her Diana's voice was filled with resentment as she spoke about the Wellington family. As she continued, she couldn't help but feel guilty, her voice becoming raspy. "When Stefli had the accident, there was no one with her for days, she was all alone... I only found out yesterday at noon when the police called me." Molly's eyes reddened as she listened. Which room is she in? I want to see her." She had been busy with job interviews lately, planning to secure a job before Stephanie had the babies so she could splurge on gifts for the little oner one-month celebration. Molly had no idea things would turn out like this so suddenly.

Afterward, Diana carefully placed the two urns in a sturdy, elegant bag and, together with Molly, took the elevator to the 7th floor of the inpatient department.

As they walked side by side, their footsteps were weighed down, and their minds were in turmoil.

When they reached the ICU ward, Diana suddenly stopped Molly and softly reminded her, "Molly, go in and stay with Stephanie. Her emotions are very unstable right now. The doctor said that in a few days, once her wounds have healed a bit, she'll need to be transferred to the psychiatric department for further evaluation." With that, Diana couldn't help but bug the two urns tighter. "Please don't bring up the children. I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it...

"I got it." Molly responded in a low voice.

Although Stephanie was always outspoken and not the nurturing type, she was very much looking forward to the birth of her children. She had even said before that even if the Wellington family didn't want the children, she would raise them on her own.

Molly walked in quietly, and the room was so quiet that she could clearly hear the ticking of the clock. She then walked to the bedside. Molly was always the emotional one, and after seeing Stephanie in such a dazed state, she couldn't hold back her tears, which fell silently onto the floor.

Her heart ached for Stephanie's plight. They had known each other for many years, and Molly knew that no matter what Stephanie faced, she never allowed herself to be weak. She always gave her all and had been very strong.

"Stephanie, you need to stay strong. Didn't you say you don't like making others worry about you? No matter what happens, it will pass. Please don't overthink things now Molly's words cout with a strong nasal tone, her voice breaking with sobs. She couldn't help it as she was easily frightened and quick to tears. Stephanie could often hold back her emotions, but Molly couldn't Right now, all Molly Molly could do was tell herself to stay strong. She didn't know any other way to help Stephanie, and she felt utterly helpless.

Stephanie lay there with her eyes wide open, too afraid to sleep. Her face was devoid of any emotion, like a lifeless puppet, her hollow eyes staring at the ceiling day and night. She didn't respond to anyone who spoke to her.

Molly sniffed, pulled a chair over, and sat by the bedside, not daring to cry out loud anymore. She just sat there, quietly keeping Stephanie company.

It wasn't long before a doctor cto check on Stephanie. Molly wasn't sure about Stephanie's current condition, but Matthew, the attending physician, seemed particularly concerned about her and gave Molly simportant advice. Knowing they needed help in the hospital, Molly was touched by the doctor's kindness and thanked him repeatedly.

Meanwhile, nurses occasionally cin to change the IV fluids. Because of the previous incident where Stephanie was attacked in the ward, Molly was especially careful to check the IV before letting the nurse change it. The nurse was very patient, answered all her questions, and didn't seem as snobbish as the head nurse Diana huud mentioned.

It wasn't until seven in the evening that Molly realized she was hungry. After receiving Diana's call in the morning, she had cover without cating breakfast or lunch.

"Stephanie, the doctor said you can have sliquid food now. Should I order soatmeal for you!" Molly asked.

Chapter 237 Stephanie continued to ignore her from the hospital bed. Knowing that she had been on IV fluids for the past few days, Molly thought it would be better for her to have sfood in her stomach. She decided to order extra, regardless of whether Stephanic would eat it Molly then ordered takeout directly using her phone. She was so worried that she didn't want to leave for even a moment, even if it meant starving herself.

Though she had no special skills and was only moderately successful in her studies and appearance, her genuine care for others was undeniable. If Molly wanted to be kind to someone, she did it wholeheartedly.

"Molly, please tell me. Was it my fault they died? Stephanie suddenly spoke from the bed, her voice hoarse and choked, each word squeezed out painfully. Although it was a question, her tone was certain and filled with deep guilt. She was judging herself, convinced it was all her fault, She dreadfully mused, 'It's all because of me... I was speeding in the heavy rain. I caused this. It's all my fault..." Stephanie anxiously scrambled up from the bed and grabbed Molly's hand by the bedside, her face full of desperation as she yelled, "Molly, I killed my sons, 1 killed them!" Stephanie then screamed uncontrollably while continuously blaming herself, her heart still in agony. She felt utterly lost, not knowing what to do.

She pondered, I can be strong, I can give my all... But they are dead. How can I keep going when they're gone? What can I do...

Seeing Stephanie like this. Molly felt heartbroken and cried along with her. Molly didn't know how to comfort her at that moment. Stephanie's mind was in utter disarray, as if she had severe depression, drowning in hopelessness and sorrow.

Just then, someone hurriedly walked in and said, “The children aren't dead," Molly didn't react immediately and was pushed aside by the person. When she calmed down and saw clearly, the cold and familiar figure made her pause.

"The kids are fine. They aren't dead... If you just try a little harder, you'll see them soon. For now, you need to rest. The voice was clear and like flowing water.

His voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Molly watched in astonishment as Stephanie closed her eyes and actually fell asleep gentle.

The tall figure then leaned over the bed and gently pulled up the blanket for Stephanie. His deep blue eyes! e lingered on her weary, pale face for a moment before he suddenly straightened up and left without a word. Molly looked at Stephanie, who had fallen asleep, and then at the aloof figure before hurriedly chasing after him. Afterward, Molly called out urgently to his retreating back. "Oscar

She wasn't familiar with this man, but what he said earlier had stirred her up. Regardless of their acquaintance, she grabbed his arm, not letting him leave. "Is it true what you said about the child not being dead?" Oscar didn't like being touched, so he stopped and turned around, his blue eyes showing a hint of coldness.

He remained silent, and Molly realized she had offended him. She let go of his hand and staminered, "Uh, you said the children aren't dead." "I don't know," Oscar simply uttered.

At that, Molly's expression froze, and she wondered what he meant by that.

Oscar gazed at her with his clear blue eyes and gently said. "We can't test DNA from ashes." It was the first tMolly had chatted with him, and she blushed unintentionally. Oscar was very good-looking, with a distinctive presence, cool and clean, almost ethereal.

She actually wasn't distracted by his exceptional looks. Molly was just very surprised by Oscar's sudden appearance. After quickly, regaining her composure, she asked, “Do you mean Ms. Clark cremated the two stillborns too soon, and the children might have been switched" Molly thought for a moment before lowering her voice to ask again, “Or were you just lying to her for now!" His blue eyes th then swirled with conflicting feelings, but he still answered, "I don't know."