Just as Dominic was about to drive the car into the yard, Tiffany suddenly overtook him. Dominic, fearing an accident, hurriedly avoided, but it was too late.
As Dominic's car turned, the front of the car still collided with Tiffany's car.
With a loud 'bang,' the car shook violently, and Dominic almost hit his head.
The collision of the two cars was not small, although it was muffled by the sound of rain, but in the living room, Alessia and Riley, who were drinking together, still heard it.
Alessia and Riley got up, went to the window, and pulled open the curtains, only to see the two cars had collided.
The neighborhood road was not wide, but it wasn't narrow either, completely allowing two cars to drive side by side.
How could a collision happen when everything was fine?
"Another accident happened. Dominic has been reckless with his driving lately," Riley shook his glass, his tone showing a hint of schadenfreude.
Alessia glanced at Riley and was about to get up to go out when Riley stopped her, using his eyes to signal her to look outside.
"Don't rush, Dom is fine. Take a look first before deciding whether to go out or not."
Even though there might be no harm, it was still necessary to see. After all, Dominic was the father of three children.
Alessia was puzzled but looked outside again. She saw Dominic push open the car door and, disregarding the rain, stride toward the front car, knocking on the window.
The door followed suit and opened, and Tiffany walked out of the car, without saying a word, and hugged Dominic tightly.
"How about it? Are you sure you want to go?" Riley pushed his glasses and asked again.
Alessia's face darkened, not answering.
Riley felt a bit sorry and a bit angry. "A man who one moment is sending you flowers affectionately, and the next moment is embracing another woman in the rain, has only two explanations: either playing with emotions or promiscuity."
"Boring!" Alessia suppressed her gaze and pulled the curtain closed.
She walked to the sofa and sat down again, picking up the glass of wine she had just put down.
Riley's eyes were deep as he stared at her. "Is it really just boring?"
Alessia took a sip of wine expressionlessly, unsure if she was saying it to herself or to Riley.
"Of course, I've said it many times. I never thought about remarrying him. Who he hugs is his freedom. I care about him just because he's the father of the children."
Riley listened to this and breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the wine glass and sat back next to Alessia, his tone softened, gently speaking.
"Sia, don't mind me bothering you. My life is already a mess, but I still hope that you can be happy. Dominic is not suitable for you."
Alessia did not refute, as if she tacitly agreed.
Riley's eyes were a bit tipsy, suddenly thinking of the hospitality Enzo had shown to Alessia these past few days. He then stared at Alessia's face.
"Sia, I suddenly feel that Enzo is very suitable for you. Don't look at him being young, he is sensible and obedient. Shall we invite him over for a drink?"
As he said this, he raised the wine glass in his hand.
Listening to the sound of rain outside, Alessia looked at the wine glass in Riley's hand.
Enzo had been working in the lab for several days. Apart from the information in front of her, she knew nothing about him.
Unexpectedly, asking Enzo out might yield unexpected results. Even if there were no unexpected gains, she could still extract information from him after getting him drunk.
Thinking of this, Alessia agreed to Riley's suggestion. "Okay."
"Then I'll call Enzo." Riley didn't expect Alessia to agree so readily and immediately pulled out his phone.
Having made up her mind to catch him off guard, Alessia pressed down Riley's hand and put his phone into her pocket.
"No need to call. It's inconvenient for him to come over on a rainy day. Since we're inviting him to drink, of course, we should go to him to give him a surprise. You tidy up first, and I'll ask Aunt Cate to take us over."
Alessia went upstairs, arrived at the staircase, couldn't help but look out the window again.
This time, with the curtain covering it, she didn't see anything.
Alessia sneered, thinking that Dominic said he had something tonight, just to be with Tiffany.
The scene just now was a play staged by a young couple who quarreled and then reconciled.
Although she didn't like Tiffany, if Tiffany wanted to marry Dominic, she couldn't do anything about it.
Now, the only thing she had to do was to leave as soon as possible with her three children.
She hoped to find a breakthrough on Enzo tonight and cure the fetal toxin on Elle as soon as possible.
Outside the house, in heavy rain.
Dominic shook off Tiffany's hand trying to hold onto him. Tiffany couldn't steady herself and fell into the rainwater.
She lifted her hand to look at the palm that was scratched by pebbles, looking at Dominic in pain.
Dominic, with a face wet from the rain, remained indifferent.
Tiffany bit her lip. Pretending to be strong, she tried to stand up, but only managed to climb a bit before falling again, repeating several times without success.
Just as she was about to try standing up again, a big hand appeared in front of her.
Tiffany's eyes welled up with tears, feeling a surge of joy in her heart.
Her ploy finally worked; Dom wouldn't ignore her.
Her hand was lifted by his, and Dominic helped her up.
Dominic withdrew his hand and looked at Tiffany's twisted ankle, his tone softened a bit, "Come inside and shelter from the rain first. Jonathan will be here soon."
Tiffany's advancing foot paused, her expression frozen. She questioned, "So, you helped me up just because of my brother?"
Suppressing his anger, Dominic replied, "Don't be willful."
"Dom, I'm not being willful. I just love you. Can't you forgive my little deception because of how much I love you?"
Tiffany's emotions began to rise, "It's not wrong. I'm not IronRose, but you've been fixated on IronRose. I pretended to be her to make up for your childhood regrets. Isn't it good for everyone?"
Tiffany actually portrayed deceit as mutual satisfaction.
Such thinking was undoubtedly brainwashing and terrifying.
Dominic's eyes were full of disappointment, and he could only earnestly refuse again, "No, fake can never turn into real."
As he spoke, at that moment, a car drove out from the opposite yard in the rain.
Through the rain curtain, Dominic looked at the figure reflected in the car window, stunned.
It was so late, yet it was raining. Where was Alessia going?
Tiffany noticed Dominic's momentary distraction and followed his gaze, also seeing the car driving further away in the rain.
Alessia!
It was Alessia again. Five years ago, she suddenly descended and snatched Dom away. Now she's trying to monopolize Dom's attention.
Tiffany's eyes flashed with hidden resentment. She shifted her body to block Dominic's line of sight.
"Dom, is it because of Alessia you don't accept me? If there was no Alessia, would you love me?"
Dominic's scattered thoughts were pulled back, and he furrowed his brow unhappily.
He had already made everything clear to Tiffany. Her repeated entanglement had exhausted all his patience, and his tone suddenly lost all warmth.
"Tiffany, I'll say this once. I don't like you, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. Don't push the blame onto anyone else. Since you don't want to come inside and take shelter from the rain, it seems there's no need to tend to your wound either. You can wait here for Jonathan to come."
With that, Dominic no longer paid attention to Tiffany, turning and entering the house.
Now, there was only Tiffany left in the courtyard, the rain soaking her, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. She stomped her foot in resentment.
The rain-soaked ground was slippery, and Tiffany couldn't steady herself and fell again.
This time, she truly twisted her ankle, but now, there was no one to help her.
Tiffany sat in the rain, angrily pounding the ground, her eyes revealing a venomous gleam.
It was all Alessia's fault!
Alessia was truly a witch. Just now, Dom was still paying attention to her. As soon as Alessia appeared, Dom left.
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