Chapter 113
“It’s your fault my son’s in this state?” the woman spat. “Get out of my face!”
The harsh hospital lights glared down, highlighting the red handprint on Stephanie’s cheek. She was stunned by the slap, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions as she looked at the unfamiliar, elegant middle aged woman before her.
Her cheek, burned with pain, and she lowered her head slightly, tears welling up in her eyes…
This was Dominick’s mother.
“…I just wanted to see him.” Stephanie stood up straight, trying to speak in a calm tone.
“Who let her in here? Get her out of here!”
The woman’s face was dark with anger. She didn’t want to hear a word Stephanie said and shouted at the bodyguards beside her.
“Mary, I brought her here.”
From the staircase, Vincent came running over, urgently explaining as he panted.
“Vincent?” Mary’s face was still tight with anger as she glared at Vincent, who seemed to be taking the side of this so–called wife of Dominick’s. “Get this woman out of my sight, now,” she said, her voice cold and resolute.
Usually, Mary was considered dignified and graceful, but with her only son lying in a hospital bed, critically injured, her emotions had been
all over the place these last few days.
“Mary, the car accident had nothing to do with Stephanie. She just came by to visit…” Vincent tried to persuade her gently.
Mary, in her forties, still exuded an elegant charm. She was a Fluviora mix, an international top–tier pianist in her youth. Her beauty and stunning figure were complemented by an innate grace, a trait she seemed to have passed on to Dominick.
“Vincent…” The commotion outside the door had drawn a delicate–looking girl in a college uniform out of the room. She had a somewhat shy demeanor as she softly called out.
Then, she looked at Stephanie. “Are you… Dominick’s wife?”
That was Yvonne Wellington, Dominick’s little sister. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she timidly hid behind Mary, peeking at Stephanie
wife, Yvonne. Don’t call her that!”
“She is not Dominick’s wife,
Mary kept a cold expression, her sharp gaze scrutinizing Stephanie as she sneered, “Women these days,” she scoffed. “You snare Kevin, marry into his family, and then you turn around and climb into Dominick’s bed, sleeping your way into the Wellington family. What a slut….
“Dominick’s a bit green when it comes to women, so you managed to pull the wool over his eyes for a while. But don’t get too cocky. There’s a whole line of women willing to bear children for the Wellingtons. As soon as Dominick wakes up, I’ll make sure he divorces immediately. Just looking at you makes me sick!” Her words were sharp and humiliating.
Vincent had never seen Mary speak so viciously to anyone before. “Mary, it’s not Stephanie’s fault what Kevin did…”
“Vincent, are you kidding me? Taking her side? She’s the reason Dominick is in there, unconscious. He’s never been hurt this badly before.
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Chapter 113
And for what? For a woman like her? What has she got?” Mary’s anger grew more intense.
“First she marries a man, then his cousin. She’s nothing but a skank! She should just get the hell out of here and don’t dirty this place!”
Stephanie kept her head down and didn’t argue back.
She stole a glance into Dominick’s hospital room, where he still lay on the bed with a respirator, unconscious…
Vincent looked a bit troubled. Four of the Wellington family’s security guards had already surrounded them. It was obvious they were about to throw Stephanie out
He urgently whispered to the woman beside him, “Stephanie, maybe you should come back another time…”
Stephanie didn’t move. Instead, she raised her head and looked directly at Mary, stubbornly asking. “How is he doing right now?”
“That’s none of your business!” Mary snapped at her with no kindness.
Vincent knew Stephanie’s stubborn nature but also worried about Mary’s forcefulness. He tried to persuade again. “Stephanie, let’s go back to the hotel for now. There are doctors and nurses here. Dominick’s going to be fine…”
“We don’t need you here!” Mary glared at Stephanie, her voice cold.
The elevator door dinged open, and a few specialists accompanied an authoritative elderly man out of the elevator.
used such a stern tone, and it felt odd.
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