Cross Roads

Chapter 242 Molly stood petrified in the corner, watching a group of people forcefully pry open her door. Oscar then carried Stephanie inside as if it were y were back at her place. "Hey, you guys, what are you doing?" She thought, 'At least showsNo wonder the surroundings felt familiar. They respect. I am the homeowner.

Doctors and nurses were bustling about in her 750-square-foot apartment. Oscar laid the sleeping Stephanie on the bed in the guest room. Molly quickly followed, glaring at them in discontent, wondering what schwas afoot. They even replaced the sheets, pillows, and mattresses. “She will be staying here from now on," Oscar said, turned, and stood by the bed. He briefly looked at her with his blue eyes, explaining.

Molly remained expressionless, feeling like it would be a long stay.

Molly ly didn't mind Stephanie staying at her place, but she wondered why Oscar couldn't inform her beforehand. It felt so authoritarian... Stephanie once said that Oscar was gentle and easy to deal with. Now, she felt that varied from person to person. Molly felt a bit indignant thinking about it.

"Miss, do you still need the things in your closet?" Smedical staff were gently moving in medical supplies. Since her apartment was small, the 170 square feet guest room was not even as big as the bathroom in Wellington Villa. They planned to clear out her closet to store these supplies "Don't throw my stuff away. I'll do it myself. Most of Molly's closet was filled with old, inexpensive items she couldn't bear to discard. She was poor. after all, and couldn't afford to be wasteful. Thrift was a virtue, But Molly was confused. Oscar had so many properties. Why would he choose her small place? But she didn't dare to ask.

The doctors worked quickly, sening up a metal stand by the bed and hanging several infusion bottles. They inserted a needle into Stephanie's left-hand vein, checked it twice, and then quietly reported to Oscar before leaving.

"Babe needs a familiar, comforting environment, Molly heard Oscar say softly after they left.

It was the first tMolly heard someone call Stephanie, this headstrong and violent woman, "Babe," and he said it so naturally. Maybe it was Oscar's clear, magnetic voice that made it not sound cherry, though it felt a bit awkward to Molly.

"Absolutely right, absolutely right," Mally echoed, nodding vigorously.

Then she slipped out of the guest room, feeling like an intruding third wheel. She decided to work in the kitchen instead. Though she was unhappy with the intrusion. Stephanie staying at her place could bring her speace, Oscar's decision wasn't bad after all, Molly murmured and wondered while cooking spaghetti, thinking about how many portions to prepare.

Is Oscar staying here too?" Molly Oscar seuded in her apartment, but since there were only y two rooms, he voluntarily slept in the living room. Molly initially planned to use the discounted bedsheets she bought last time, but Oscar, with his cleanliness obsession, had new, high-end ones delivered. He even replaced her sofa.

All the kitchenware, tables, and chairs in her hwere replaced. Molly felt like it wasn't her pla place anymore.

us each tshe washed dishes. A tiny chip It was too extravagant. The over three thousand six hundred dollars worth of tableware made her nervous would break her heart.

Molly had been forced to enjoy these luxurious items for three days. During this time, Stephanie, affected by medication, rarely woke up. Occasionally, she would open her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Oscar didn't seem too worried, as the doctors said Stephanie needed rest and sleep for effective self-regulation Oscar had been living with her these past few days, sharing meals and space. At first, Molly was thrilled to be cohabitating with her idol, but soon, the realized she had been mistaken.

Oscar's behavior was unpredictable and unconventional. Yesterday, Molly noticed him staring intently at the wall behind the living room TV stand. She had a bad feeling, wondering if he intended to buy the adjacent apartment and have the wall knocked down. It would be an utterly crazy idea. Thankfully, the noisy construction seemed to deter him from pursuing that poor wall, much to Molly's relief.

Oscar rarely spoke more than a couple of words to her each day. Itis main focus was caring for Stephanie. Molly would sneakily watch him from the guest room door as he prepared injections, recalling that Stephanie had mentioned Oscar held dual doctorates in medicine. She also remembered Vincent saying Oscar had made waves in the financial industry and was quite knowledgeable in psychology as well.

Oscar was..a very strange man Molly couldn't quite define him. Being around someone like Oscar, whether as a friend or a foe, would certainly be stressful and make her humble "I'm going out to buy groceries. Molly finally decided she was just an ordinary person and should not compare herself to such extracel Chapter 242 individuals. She would stick to being a diligent worker.

With her wallet and phone in hand, she left the house. Her small residential complex had about 500 units. As she stepped out of the elevator and looked around, she had a strange feeling that security had been beefed up recently.

She had specifically asked Oscar yesterday if he had stationed guards there, but he had only replied with a single word "No." It must have been a conscientious move by the property management, which was good. At least the Reed family couldn't cand cause trouble. As she was abour to unlock her little Chery in the parking lot, her phone rang.

The empty basement echoed the ringtone, making it sound eerie.

"Who is it?" Molly sat in the driver's seat, quickly rummaging through her bag to find her phone. Being unemployed for months, she had a very limited social circle.

It was an unknown number, and she hesitated to answer. "Could it be an unpaid bill."

In reality, her savings were nearly depleted. She had been laid off by the Innovate Group months ago and om hadn't found a suitable job since. She living off her dwindling savings, and job hunting had been her top priority.

However, with Stephanie's current condition, she couldn't focus. She tightened her budget, thinking of ways to save on groceries every day.

Stephanie's current condition meant she couldn't rely on her for money. Molly couldn't just ask Oscar for money, either.

om either. She didn't know how to bring it up and decided to wait until she literally couldn't scrape together 20 dollars. She didn't want the food she bought to seem too shabby, especially since Stephanie was a picky eater. Molly couldn't help but complain inwardly. Stephanie was really hard to care for.

She wondered how Dominick used to take care of Stephanie. He must have suffered greatly.

Thinking about the Wellington family gave her chills. When would Dominick return? After trying to reach Molly three times with no answer, the unknown caller finally gave up and sent a text message instead.

Hearing the message notification, Molly felt a sudden wave of guilt and quickly glanced down at her phone. Instantly, she brightened up. "Wow, who transferred money to