Zeke was extremely anxious as he grunted and let out cries.
Anastasia didnât want to guess; she figured he was probably cursing again.
âTake good care of him. Donât let him die.â Anastasia stood up and said that to Amanda before leaving.
Zeke whimpered and hit the bed with his only movable arm. There were tears in his eyes. No one knew if he was guilty or just frustrated.
However, that didnât matter to Anastasia; her family was the source of her misery.
âAfter I die, he should live in misery. Living is more agonizing than dying,â she thought.
Haroldâs whispers sounded in her mind. âAnnie, donât scream. Youâre not a little girl anymore. Youâve probably had boyfriends, right? Let me touch you. Just for a whileâ¦â
âDad⦠Help me! Get out of here!â
It was truly ironic and pitiful how Anastasia was sexually assaulted in her own house while her parents were sleeping next door.
When Anastasia got back home, her hands had lost their sensation. All she could feel was severe numbness.
Whenever she went back to that house and saw Zeke and Meredith, she would feel numb and uncomfortable all over.
There were certain wounds that she would never be able to heal and forget. They were akin to a branded mark that would grow deeper over time.
âJace⦠Liar⦠Alastor⦠Liarâ¦â Anastasia muttered weakly.
Anastasia got a fever. Her muscles were sore all over, and her bones felt as if they had turned to mush.
Perhaps it was because she had walked for too long, the fever gave her an illusion that she was close to death. In fact, she felt like it was not just an illusion and was really happening.
âYou are all liarsâ¦â Anastasia curled up on the couch and murmured with a hoarse voice.
Everyone was a liar. No one could accompany her for the rest of her life, and no one could give her a home.
Six years ago, she believed in Jace when he said he would protect her forever. But then, he disappeared.
Four years ago, she believed in Alastor because he said he would give her a home.
Yet now, he cheated on her and even forced her to get a divorce.
âAnastasia.â In a trance, Anastasia heard someone calling her name.
âIs Alastor back? Thatâs impossibleâ¦â Anastasia thought.
âDo you have a fever?â When Alastor returned home, he found Anastasia curled up on the couch.
Snowball didnât return to his cat bed and was desperately meowing at the door. He also sensed that something was wrong with Anastasia and anxiously tried to seek help for his owner.
Alastor touched Anastasiaâs forehead and frowned. âHow did she get such a severe fever?â
The phone was on the table, and Feliciaâs calls kept coming in.
Alastor felt somewhat annoyed and ignored it. Then, he carried Anastasia into the bedroom.
âAnastasia, take the medicine. He prepared cold medicine and urged her to drink it.
Anastasia opened her eyes dazedly, thinking she was still dreaming. âWhy arenât you with your first crush⦠Why did you come back?â
Take the medicine.â Alastor held Anastasia and made her take the medicine.
âYou want me to give birth to this child, donât you? I shouldnât take medicines so hastilyâ¦â Anastasiaâs headache was severe. She pushed Alastor away and leaned on the bed.
Alastorâs face darkened, and he poured her another glass of hot water. âDrink some hot water.â
âWhat brings you back? Anastasia took the hot water and only then realized she wasnât dreaming.
Alastor had indeed come back.
âFeliciaâ¦â Alastor hesitated and remained silent for a while before speaking. âShe wants to organize an art exhibition, and she needs your mentorâs recommendation and acknowledgment. After all, Mr.
Charles Lexingtonâs connections in Nork are top-notch.â
The glass in Anastasiaâs hand fell on her body. Her legs turned red from the burn, yet she felt nothing.
In the past, she was the one organizing charity art exhibitions to build a good image for Lopez Group.
Alastor had also fully supported her in organizing those art exhibitions for charity.
âIs he trying to pull the strings for Felicia in advance now?â Anastasia wondered.
âWhat makes you think that⦠Iâll help you refer Felicia to him and ask for an opportunity for her?â
Anastasiaâs breathing became heavy with tension.
âHow much crueler can Alastor be? Iâm human, too,â she thought.
âAnastasia, Charles is a peculiar person. Only the students he finds promising are qualified to approach him for recommendations. My network of contacts doesnât align well with his.â Alastor frowned.
This was the first time that Alastor had requested her to do something, and it was for the sake of Felicia, while Anastasia was under the pressure to divorce him.
âAre you the one with the fever? Are you half-awake?â Anastasia threw the glass away, suppressing the turmoil in her heart. âAlastor, do you even have a conscience?â
âJaceâs grandma is sick. She has just been admitted to the emergency department, and she needs not just money for the surgery but also top experts to attend to her. With my network of contacts, this falls within my capabilities,â Alastor said in a solemn tone.
It seemed that he intended to exchange resources with Anastasia.