Crossroads Confessions by Deirdre Augus novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 

Ajagged bolt of lightning through the darkness, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Finally, the heavens opened, and rain poured down. 

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Inside the room, Stephanie’s hand trembled as she gripped the bedside phone. Her heart hammered in her chest as she yelled over the raging storm outside, Dominick’s breathing is shallow. He’s burning up, and I can’t wake him!” 

Her face was pale as she half–kneeled on the bed, repeatedly telling herself to stay calm. He would be fine. He was usually so healthy. 

But the questions wouldn’t stop swirling What happened? How did he get so sick so suddenly! 

Stephanie’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Her body instinctively filled with fear, her n nerves taut. She scrambled onto the bed and immediately started CPR on Dominick. His body was burning hot, and she pressed down on his chest again and again, tears welling up in her eyes. 

“He has to wake up, she thought. He’s always been so healthy. He has to be okay! 

When Sandra and the other servants rushed in, Paul Morris, the Wellington family physician, along with Brad and the rest of the staff, quickly ushered Stephanie aside. She stood back, afraid to get in the way. Her mind was blank. It all felt like a bad dream. 

“There’s a pulse… His temperature’s too high. We need to cool him down, stat. Get the IV fluids!” Paul quickly instructed, 

“Put the meds under his tongue. Have him hold it there.” 

Thunder boomed outside, and lightning flashed through the gaps in the curtains. In the midst of the chaos, Sandra and the medical team barked orders. Everything in front of Stephanie was in disarray, and everyone was so frantic that they could barely breathe. 

“Don’t move him. Just get all the meds up here, now!” Paul shouted urgently and immediately bent down, using a small flashlight to check Dominick’s pupils. Soon, a crash cart burst through the doorway, with four or five IV fluid glass bottles swaying and trays full of medical instruments, syringes, disinfectants, and many items with special inscriptions. 

Stephanie stood frozen in the corner, barely daring to breathe. Her eyes were fixed on the bed, afraid to blink, fearing that everything would change in the instant she looked away. 

It all felt surreal. Just moments ago, she and Dominick had been laughing and talking. He had seemed so well, so healthy… 

Sure, he’d been working long hours, and he’d mentioned the occasional headache. But he could still lift her with one arm. He was strong, invincible.. Nothing could happen to him. 

Her eyes welled up with tear 

tears as the fought to hold them back, repeating to herself that he would be alright. 

Dominick couldn’t be in trouble. 

But then her gaze fell upon a small label on an IV bag hanging on the metal stand beside the bed. “Mannitol. Her expression turned to shock as she stepped forward and grabbed Sandra’s arm. 

This This medicine. Why does Dominick need mannitol? It’s just a headache, right?” 

Mannitol was a common drug used in neurology. Having studied clinical medicine in college. Stephanie knew it was primarily used to reduce intracranial pressure and prevent brain swelling. 

“We have to bring him back to consciousness. He must wake up.” 

She turned to see Paul quickly inserting a needle into Dominick’s arm. The cold medication slowly dripped into his veins 

“Mrs. Wellington, you should step outside. Dr. Morris is here, and Mr. Dominick will be fine.” Sandra gently mudged her towards the door, bur Stephanie stood her ground, her face solemn, unwilling to leave 

“You’re pregnant. You need to take care of yourself too… Sandra softly whispered in her ear again, while on the other side of the bed. Paul bent down and called out softly near Dominick’s ear, “Mr. Wellington… Mr. Wellington, can you hear my voice?” 

Dominick’s hand twitched slightly where the IV was inserted. But with too many people around, Stephanie didn’t see it, and then Sandra practically dragged her out of the room. 

George Wellington. 

Just as they stepped out of the room, George hurried over from the stairs, his cane tapping against the floor. His suit had two buttons undone, and his hair was damp due to the rain. The sight of the usually composed George seemed to ease the tension in the room. 

“Mr. George Wellington, Dr. Morris is attending to Mr. Wellington. He said if Mr. Wellington wakes up, he should be fine… Sandra reported quickly, and her voice filled with concern. 

However, George disn’t enter the room to check on Dominick. Instead, he turned and fixed Stephanie with a stern gaze 

“Take her away” he suddenly commanded, his voice hoarse. 

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Chapter 230 

Sandra didn’t understand what this order meant, and Stephanie herself was still in shock. But soon, two tall Wellington family servants had already seized her arms. “Grandpa.” she cried out in fear, instinctively struggling against their grip. 

The servants were strong and determined, lifting her off the ground and carrying her down the stairs. 

She turned back, refusing to go, and shouted up the stairs, ‘Grandpa, please! I won’t be any trouble. I’ll just wait right here. As soon as Dominick’s better, I’ll go in. I promise I won’t disturb you. I’m just so worried. Please don’t make me leave… Where do you want me to go?!” 

She was dragged down the stairs and out the front door. The wind whipped the rain into her face, soaking her clothes instantly. 

“Mr. George Wellington, where are you taking her?” 

Sandra was anxious. She wanted to protect Stephanie but didn’t dare to intervene. All she could do was 

was urgently call out to George. 

“Mr. Wellington, this is a terrible storm! She’s pregnant! It’s not safe for her out here… 

There was no 

was no answer, only t 

the glare of George’s sharp eyes directed towards the door.