âAlastor, since Annie is pregnant, you should take care of her more carefully. Remember what she likes to eat and what food she can consume, reminded Andrea. The whole night went by with Andrea instructing Alastor about this.
âWhen I was pregnant, my morning sickness was severe. I threw up until I couldnât stand up and finally vomited blood. At that time, your Grandpa felt sorry for me and asked me to have an abortion. I couldnât bear to do it.â When she saw Anastasiaâs pale face. Andrea added, âAlastor, you have to be kind to Annie. In this lifetime, you should learn to empathize with people.â
After saying that, Andrea placed Anastasiaâs hand in Alastorâs hand.
Anastasia only felt a stinging pain in the finger touched by Alastor.
Also, she was slightly disgusted.
Anastasia couldnât stand the sick feeling she felt in her stomach. She rushed into the restroom and vomited.
Sure enough, her mysophobia was much more serious than Alastorâs.
âAre you feeling better? Alastor asked. Without her realizing it, Alastor was standing at the door.
She knew without anyone telling her that Andrea was the one who sent him here.
His expression looked terrible. It seemed like he was very much concerned about her. He even had a glass of warm water in his hand. âDrink some water, said Alastor.
Anastasia smiled weakly and mumbled, âGrandma Andrea is not here. Who are you putting on a show for?â
Alastor just frowned and said nothing.
At first, Anastasia didnât want to get into Alastorâs car when she left the Lopez residence.
But Andrea was looking on from the entrance, so she could only get on the passenger seat for fear that Andrea would realize something was amiss.
âGlad to see you have enough sense to change the carâ¦â Anastasia said sarcastically.
Alastor had always been meticulous about how he treated the people he cared about.
He had family affection toward Andrea and romantic love toward Felicia.
As for Anastasia, he treated her as a partner at best.
âAnastasia, give birth to this baby,â said Alastor..
âWhy? Since Grandma Andrea knows of this, and you canât make me get an abortion, so you would rather have me keep the baby?â asked Anastasia as she leaned against the seat and resisted the sick feeling she had in her stomach.
âThe doctor said that Grandmaâs body canât hold on long. I will not take up too long of your time. At most, it will take two years,â said Alastor.
This time, Anastasia could feel that his tone was one of negotiation.
âSo what you are saying is, the baby in my stomach, I should give birth to it when you say so and abort it when you decide the opposite?â Anastasia sneered, âItâs too late for thatâ¦
âAs long as you give birth to this baby, I can give you the 15% share,â said Alastor, finally relenting-
âI told you, itâs too late to ask me to give birth to this baby. You have to pay another price if you want that, Alastor.â Anastasia looked back at Alastor and continued, âIf I give birth to this baby, then you need to add another article to the agreement. Not only do I want 15% of the shares, but also you need to write down a will and notarize that only our children can legally obtain all your property and has the inheritance rights of the company shares. The mistressâ children will not be getting anything.â
Alastor clenched his fingers tightly on the steering wheel, and his expression darkened as he replied.
âAnastasia, are you looking forward to my death? You have even thought about the will.â
âYou are the one looking forward to my deathâ¦â mumbled Anastasia, wanting to laugh.
Did he leave her a way out?
No, he didnât.
âWrite down the will and notarize it in advance. Otherwise, I will not give birth to this baby,â said Anastasia. She was taking a gamble.
She was using her life to make this gamble.
âAll right!â agreed Alastor, his voice full of anger.
He had actually agreed to it.
Anastasia looked at Alastor in shock.
She didnât expect Alastor to agree to it.
It seemed that in Alastorâs heart, family affection was more important than romantic love.
âFelicia is pregnant, isnât she? Are you sure you want to agree to my demands?â asked Anastasia as she looked at Alastor. Was he not worried about making Felicia sad?
âShe doesnât need all these,â reassured Alastor as he frowned. âIâll give her everything she wants.â
Anastasiaâs fingers clenched tightly in that instant. It turned out that Alastor had already made proper arrangements.
That was true. Felicia didnât need these so-called guarantees. For her, having Alastor would be enough.
And those who needed these guarantees were people who didnât have a sense of security.
âStop the car,â Anastasia said to Alastor in a hoarse voice.
Alastor expression was grim, and he ignored Anastasia completely.
The car was still moving when Anastasia opened the door directly.
Alastorâs expression changed, and he suddenly stepped on the brake, shouting. âAre you crazy?â
Anastasia ignored Alastor and walked straight to the sidewalk after getting out of the car.
She couldnât⦠She would suffocate if she continued to stay in the car with Alastor.
âAnastasia, thatâs enough. Itâs not easy to get a taxi here. Get in the car now!â shouted Alastor. His patience had its limits.
He followed Anastasia for a distance. Finally, he ran out of patience and drove off, leaving Anastasia behind.
This place was around 10 miles away from their residence. It was not easy to get a taxi here, so it seemed like it would be dark by the time she reached home.
Anastasia could feel the acid burning her stomach. She walked for half an hour before squatting on the roadside and vomited.
She barely ate anything, so she only threw up stomach acid.
It was getting dark. Anastasia could finally stop pretending and squat on the roadside crying.
âAnastasiaâ¦â An anxious voice came from behind.
Anastasia slowly raised her head.
âJaceâ¦â mumbled Anastasia. It was Jason.