“Why?” asked a puzzled Anastasia.
“Whenever Alex takes a second look at you, | feel that he’s damned.” Elliot's voice was dripping with jealousy.
Anastasia’s red lips curved up slightly. It's funny how this guy looks whenever he gets jealous. “All | have for him now is hatred,” she explained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Letdeal with these people. I'll give them the most tragic end.” Elliot couldn’t wait to do it himself.
Anastasia replied, “Naomi is taking the blfor everything now, but | know that Alex, Erica, and Colin are also involved in the plot against my dad's life. None of them are gonna get away with it.” Her eyes flickered with rage in the darkness. Perhaps her father would wake up, causing the allegations of him changing his will to fall apart. Still, it was unknown when he would cround. On the other hand, these people were now reaping the fruits of others’ labor, dividing up his company amongst themselves and enjoying his wealth. Therefore, she hoped that these people would pay the price when he regained consciousness.
The night deepened, and Elliot held his posture without moving. The lady in his arms was already soundly asleep, as though she slept best in his arms.
However, she didn’t realize that the man almost always lost sleep on nights when they slept in the arms of each other like this.
There was no way he could hold her in his arms without feeling aroused, so he could only suppress his urges. Still, in the face of the woman whom he longed for day and night, his self-control, which he always prided himself on, had long broken down. All he could do was kiss her several times on the cheek in the moonlight to comfort himself.
When Anastasia woke up the next morning, she found that the man beside her was still sleeping. She got out of bed quietly without waking him. Having had a good night's sleep, she washed up and had breakfast before leaving to check on Francis. However, as soon as she reached the hallway, she saw the lady who was signing her nat the nurses’ station Erica. Consequently, her face darkened slightly.
Erica saw her as well. Taking a deep breath, she concealed the glint of hatred in her eyes, recalling that she was here today to beg Anastasia. ‘Sis, how is Dad?” This was the first tshe called Anastasia ‘sis’ in such a calm manner.
Anastasia didn’t want to acknowledge such a woman as her sister, though. She retorted impassively, “So you still care about my dad, huh? | thought all you cared about was the company.” “He’s my dad. Of course | care about him,” Erica argued somewhat guiltily.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Dad is fine. You don’t have to cif there’s nothing’ Anastasia wished she could see through Erica. She wanted to know whether the latter's heart was black and why the latter would conspire with her mother against her own father.
“Sis, did you have Elliot steal Dad’s company’s clients to make his company go bankrupt? Erica questioned between clenched teeth.
Folding her arms across her chest, Anastasia replied deprecatingly, “Aren’t you and your husband the ones in charge of the company?” “Please, sis, I'm begging you. It's Dad’s company that we're talking about. The company matters more to him than his own life.
Could you please not make it go bankrupt?” Erica pleaded with an imploring look in her eyes. She was willing to humble herself for money.
Just then, Anastasia’s phone rang. After glancing at its screen, she walked to the other side of the hallway and answered it.
“Hello?” “Miss Tillman, we found several abnormal payments that might've been misappropriated. The total amount misappropriated is more than three million.” “Trace the money and find out where it is.” “Roger that, Miss Tillman. We'll go to the bank to track down the money in the company’s name.” Anastasia hung up the phone. She had caught hold of evidence of Alex misappropriating the company’s funds, but this was far from enough. Alex was also in that car on the night of Francis’ accident. Along with Naomi and Erica, he had delayed the rescue of Francis. His end shouldn't be so simple, she thought.
Erica had entered the ward. As she looked at Francis, who was lying comatose in his sickbed, her eyes flickered with resentment. She had called this man ‘Dad’ for over 20 years despite having no blood ties with him. If she didn’t gain anything from him, the 20 years she had spent calling him ‘Dad’ would go to waste.
Seeing Anastasia’s figure, she instantly started playacting with tears gushing from her eyes. “Wake up, Dad. Please wake up, Dad, please!”