Dorothy was up a little late. She forced herself to wash her face before carefully making her way downstairs. Beatrice, who was in the kitchen, immediately left what she was doing to help Dorothy sit."Harrison said you shouldn’t stress yourself if you want to recover quickly," Beatrice said gently."Mom, it’s okay. It’s been days since the accident. I’m fine already. I can’t keep lying down morning and night. I’m pregnant. If I don’t get some movement, I’ll put on too much weight," Dorothy replied as she took her seat."Where’s Maxwell?" she asked, noticing his absence. "Is he still mad at me?""He’s such a brat. I already scolded him for talking to you like that. He went to school," Beatrice answered, and Dorothy nodded."But don’t mind him, okay? You know how kids are," Beatrice added gently, still trying to stylishly apologize.Dorothy smiled. "It’s okay. I’m not mad at him."Just then, Tiffany walked in with a tray of food. She helped set the table and bowed politely before stepp
"Good evening, Miss Beatrice," Chole and Kristin greeted in unison as they stepped into Stefan’s mansion. Stefan had given Chole an early leave so they could visit Dorothy."Hello, dears," Beatrice smiled warmly at them. "She’s awake now. I’m just making her a quick snack. If you'd care for some, I can—""It’s okay, ma’am. We’ll go say hi to Dorothy," Kristin cut in politely, but Chole nudged her shoulder."Speak for yourself. I care for some snacks," Chole muttered loudly enough for Beatrice to hear."A snack for Chole. Got it," Beatrice said with a helpless smile and returned to the kitchen.Kristin shook her head at what she considered Chole’s lack of class as they headed to Dorothy’s room."Hey, sweetie," Chole greeted softly. "Griffin told us you had an accident, but what we didn’t know was that you’re pregnant.""For how long?" Kristin added."Are you here to interrogate me or cheer me up?" Dorothy asked tiredly, then sighed deeply. "It’s been two months and a few days.""My Sha
At Everest Stock Exchange, while Tristan was in the boardroom, the door suddenly swung open and an angry Stefan barged in. Without giving anyone time to react to his presence, he stormed straight toward Tristan, yanked him from his chair, and punched him hard across the face.Before Tristan could recover from the blow, Stefan grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall."Listen to me, you bastard," Stefan hissed in a low, threatening voice. "You can pull whatever the hell you want with me, but you’ll stay away from my wife.""What the hell are you talking about, you asshole?" Tristan growled, his lower lip already bleeding."You know damn well what you did, Tristan. And believe me when I say, you’ll want me quiet about this," Stefan snapped, seething with rage.The door burst open again as security rushed in, grabbing Stefan and pulling him off Tristan. Stefan shoved their hands off his body and pointed furiously at Tristan."You want war, you bloody fuck? I’ll give you
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She was awake, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Stefan stood by the door, unsure of what to say or do."Are you going to come in?" Dorothy sighed.Stefan shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, stepping in and moving closer to her.There was more silence before Stefan finally spoke. "Do you know?" he asked calmly.No response. Stefan chuckled bitterly."Why didn’t you say anything for so long?" he asked again.Dorothy swallowed hard, turning her face to the wall."You were having a good time with Edward and his sister, and I didn’t want to spoil anything for either of you," she replied."Biggest bullsht," Stefan disagreed. "No matter what, love—I would always choose you. No matter fcking what, love. F*ck!" he clenched his fists, turning away."Really?" Dorothy said coldly, shooting him a painful look. "Does 'I would always choose you' mean letting your ex-girlfriend slap and trash-talk me for something I didn’t do?" she asked angrily."Love..." Stefan sighed."I can
Stefan was restless after the phone call. He immediately grabbed his jacket and car keys and rushed out of the house. Bianca saw him coming and smiled."Stefan, thank God you came out. Edward is finally awake," she said, not noticing the urgent look on his face. He strode right past her."Stefan, what's wrong?" Beatrice asked. She had seen him on the phone earlier, speaking in a soft tone—Beatrice figured it must've been Dorothy. He only ever spoke to her that way."Is Dorothy okay?" she called out, but Stefan was already gone.Bianca rolled her eyes at the mention of Dorothy. Of course, it was her. She never let anyone else have a moment. Just give her a second and she’ll make everything about herself again, Bianca thought bitterly.As soon as Stefan got to the car, he called Griffin. After one ring, Griffin picked up."Step out of the company. I’ll be there in a minute to pick you up," Stefan said and hung up, not waiting for a response from the confused Griffin.When he arrived, Gr