NovelEnglishChapter 247 She had waited for so long, only to be handed agerent, stack in its black and white.
"Mr. Wellington has already signed it. Please cooperate withand get it done," Brad urged from the other side of the gate She remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the conspicuous document. The pen strokes unmistakably lore Dominick's signature.
Her hand didn't move to take it while her face turned pale.
After a long silence, she spoke, her voice hoarse and sofenn. "Tell Dominick to cout and see me, Г "Ms. Reed, you still have a long life ahead of you. Please take care of yourself well" Brast's voice carried a hint of pity. Stephanie had grown gaunt, her complexion wan and her spirit seemingly broken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey knew what she had been through and understood her pain, but this was the harsh reality, "Ms. Reed, now that you've lost the children, you have no value to the Wellington family anymore, "Sign the divorce agreement and treat this as if it were all a bad dream" Brad's words were cold and unfeeling. He handed the agreements to to the security guards at the gate and turned away.
Stephanie stood there, dazed and frozen in place.
"Ms. Reed, please sign here..." Everyone in the Wellington family, even the servants, carried an air of aloof arrogance.
"Tell Dominick to cout and see me. Unable to contain her emotions, Stephanie lunged forward, clutching the cold iron gate with both hands, her voice breaking as she shouted at Brad's retreating figure, “Tell him to cout!" "Ms. Reed, please restrain yourself. If you cause trouble here, we won't hesitate to act "The two security guards were visibly impatient, grabbing her from either side.
But her thin fingers clung desperately to the iron hars of the gate, refusing to let go.
"I need to see Dominick. I really need to see him. Her voice choked, filled with rasping despair, In the vast expanse of Wellington Villa, her voice was a mere whisper, easily carried away by the wind, Here, no one cared about her anymore. "Mr. George Wellington, she's still the gate, refusing to leave As the sun slowly climbed higher, Brad finally lost his patience and headed to Nightingale Villa, his voice heavy with mixed emotions.
Today's wind was strong, sweeping through the silent courtyard. There was no response, as if no one cared about this issue.
In the backyard, George leaned on his came, gazing at the bamboo grove where the leaves had started to turn yellow. Without realizing it, he had spent over forty days in Serenlarg, even missing this year's Halloween. Finally, they were back.
Yesterday, they had taken a flight and returned to this familiar home, yet everything seemed different, with the once familiar sights now feeling alien.
"Wellington Villa no longer feels like old times." George's voice, carried by the cold wind, was filled with profound sorrow and gravity.
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"Brad, I shouldn't have driven her away that day." That day, he had forcibly made Stepli Steplunde leave. In such a torrential downpour, he never expected...
The lo loss of the children" "Mr. George Wellington, we are all deeply saddened by
Experially when they saw the reception Invitations to celebrate the baby's first month) the Brightly decorated nursery, a clothes, their hearts were heavy with grief. and those adorable baby
Brad lowered his voice, trying to offer scomfort, but they y both knew that no amount of solace could make up for what was lost. The dead could never cback to life.
"At least at least Mr. Wellington's surgery was successful, be mured sofily
At least Dominick was still alive.
Stephanie, from the very beginning, never belonged to their world. Now, she was merely returning to where she Gfrom.
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