Classic Novel
Chapter 200
Chapter 200
Anastasia clenched her fingers “It’s not that I want to give you to someone else. It’s that you never belonged to me.”
“Don’t divorce me. At least not now…” Alastor tightened his grip on Anastasia.
He didn’t want to marry someone else.
He did not want to cut ties with Anastasia just like that.
He was unwilling.
“Alastor, our relationship ended a long time ago.” Anastasia sighed deeply.
If they still had a child, perhaps she would consider it for the child’s sake.
But now, she wouldn’t care about anyone.
“Annie… If you like children, can we have another child?” Alastor wanted to use a child to tie Anastasia to him.
Anastasia pushed Alastor’s hand away. “Don’t disgust me.”
“Annie…” Alastor just felt that he hadn’t reached a point of no return.
“Don’t call me…” Anastasia raised her hand and covered her ears, feeling very irritable.
Alastor shut up obediently, tucked Anastasia in, and pulled her into his arms again. “Go to sleep.”
“Can you…” Anastasia wanted Alastor to get out. But before she could finish her sentence, she heard someone crying outside the ward./
Hospitals were already quiet places. Cries outside the door gave an eerie feeling to the entire ward and corridor.
Anastasia’s patience had reached its limit. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Apparently, it was Felicia from next door who was crying outside.
“Why is she pretending to be a ghost out there in the middle of the night?” Anastasia was a little angry.
Alastor obviously heard it too, but he merely frowned and said nothing.
“Don’t let her disgust me and you too.” Anastasia pushed Alastor. “Deal with your first love, will you? Don’t you want to let me sleep?”
Alastor was also losing patience. Alastor got up and opened the door of Anastasia’s ward abruptly.
Felicia squatted outside, crying with swollen, teary eyes.
Felicia looked up at Alastor and tugged at his pants. “Alastor… I know I was wrong. Please don’t be mad at me, okay? I apologized to Anastasia. It was all my fault. I can even kneel for her. Please don’t reject me.”
“Go back to your ward and sleep.” Alastor’s voice was low, suppressing his anger.
“Alastor… My stomach hurts so much. Can you stay with me for a while? Even just ten minutes… Anastasia won’t mind, right?” Felicia’s voice was hoarse. “We’ve all lost our children. Anastasia must understand me.”
Felicia was intentionally trying to provoke Anastasia.
Anastasia had her back turned to them, gripping the corners of her blanket tightly. Tears swirled in her
eyes.
How could Felicia be qualified to mention children?
“That’s enough…” Alastor’s voice became stern as he scolded. Alastor carefully closed the door of Anastasia’s ward.
The ward fell quiet once again. Anastasia wiped her tears sarcastically.
What was she hoping for anyway?
Was she expecting Alastor to scold Felicia harshly?
“If it were any other woman deceiving him with a child, Alastor probably would have taken action long ago. But for Felicia, he gives her all the exceptions,” Anastasia thought.
Anastasia looked at the lights outside the window for a long time.
She couldn’t fall asleep. Her mind was haunted by Harold’s face, which wouldn’t go away.
Fortunately, Harold had been arrested by the police. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep peacefully.
“You are not Zeke’s biological daughter at all. Your mother got pregnant with you and married him…” Annoyed, Anastasia covered her ears with her hands. Her breathing became more and more rapid.
She thought, “Is Zeke indeed not my father? Who is the man who made my mother pregnant, then abandoned her, making her marry Zeke out of desperation along with her dowry? Who is my biological father?”
Time ticked away second by second.
Alastor never came back.
Anastasia chuckled sarcastically and raised her hand to cover her forehead.
She thought, “How dare he say he’s exhausted when he’s casually juggling between two women?”
Outside the ward, Alastor sat alone on a bench to guard Anastasia’s ward’s entrance, looking exhausted.
He was afraid that if he went in, it would make Anastasia more miserable.
In Felicia’s ward, Felicia sat on the bed, trembling with anger.
She thought, “There’s nothing left to restrain Alastor without that child. Alastor told me to forever disappear from his sight and not to appear in his and Anastasia’s lives. How is that possible? I must marry Alastor. Why hasn’t Anastasia died yet? Why hasn’t she died yet?