âSign here.â One of the police officers handed a document to Anastasia.
âItâs important to communicate well between spouses and show care for each other,â the older police officer advised Alastor. âDonât wait until your wife ends up in the hospital with a bone fracture without knowing whatâs happening.â
He then turned to Anastasia. âYou, too. If you have something, call your husband. Calling other men, of course, would lead to a fight.â
Anastasia listened in silence, unable to help but contemplate, âCall Alastor? Well, I most likely would have ended up dead last night.â
Anastasia let out a sarcastic laugh and signed the document.
Alastor stood by Anastasiaâs side, and the two of them didnât communicate throughout the entire process.
The police officers also noticed it, but they didnât say anything It was hard for an outsider to meddle in domestic affairs.
âDid you just come from the hospital? You donât look well,â the older police officer asked:
Anastasia remained silent.
âLet your husband take you back,â the police officer instructed Alastor to escort Anastasin.
Alastor simply looked at Anastasia with indifference without saying anything âNo needâ¦â Anastasia shook her head.
It appeared as though Alastor had been waiting for Anastasiaâs âno need.â The moment she uttered those words, Alastor departed without even glancing back.
âHey? Maâamâ one of the officers exclaimed.
âMs. Lawson?â Another officer, who was closer to Anastasia, quickly reached out to help her up.
Alastor hadnât reached the door yet, and Anastasia couldnât stand still any longer.
She lowered her head and wiped away the dark nosebleed, but suddenly her vision went black, and Anastasia fell to the ground.
The police officers rushed over and called 911 in a nervous state.
As for Alastor, he paused at the doorway, glanced back, and then left without even looking back.
It was as if Anastasia was a total stranger with no connection to him whatsoever.
Numbly, Anastasia lay on the ground, her gaze feeble as she watched Alastorâs retreating figure.
Anastasia observed everything. Felicia rushed nervously toward Alastor and embraced him, and Alastor comforted Felicia. And finally, Anastasia saw them leave together in a car.
This tragic life. It seemed like Anastasia must have committed heinous sins in her previous life.
Inside the hospital, when Anastasia regained consciousness, darkness had settled outside.
She didnât know how long she had been unconscious.
This time, there was no one beside her.
Perhaps, Jason had also become thoroughly disappointed with her.
Taking a deep breath, Anastasia looked at the IV bag, remaining silent for a long time.
âYouâre pregnant, and with your hormone levels unstable, itâs easy to faint at this stage. Given your situation, youâre probably well aware of it. We recommend that you terminate this pregnancy. The doctor also noted that something was amiss with Anastasiaâs test results. He had reached our to Anastasiaâs attending physician. âWeâve also tried contacting your husband from our end, but⦠heâs not answering the phone.â
Numbly, Anastasia nodded. âIâm sorry, weâre getting divorced. This matter⦠Thereâs no point in telling him.â
The doctor was momentarily taken aback before letting out a sigh. âYour attending physician has already been here. Weâve deliberated on a treatment strategy. Thereâs a highly effective early intervention approach, but it necessitates terminating your pregnancy. Your health cannot withstand any further delay.
The doctor observed Anastasiaâs reaction and spoke again. âMs. Lawson, youâre still young. After your illness is treated, youâll have plenty of chances to have children. Your life is more important.â
Considering Anastasiaâs condition, the doctor believed there was still a chance.
After all, she was young, and her physical condition was far superior to that of elderly individuals in their 60s or 70s.
Seeing Anastasia remain silent, the doctor sighed. âThis is just my personal recommendation. Take your time to think it over, Once youâve made a decision, contact your attending physician.â
âThank youâ¦â Anastasia nodded weakly and leaned against the bedside, feeling drained.
She was torn between choosing her child or her own life.
Anastasia didnât even notice that the IV drip had run out and turned red after some time had passed.
âWhy is there so much blood?â A murse came in for rounds and rushed over in alarm, quickly removing the needle from Anastasia.
âIâm sorry⦠I didnât see it. Anastasiaâs voice was hoarse.
The nurse paused, looking at Anastasia. âIs your husband Alastor?â
Anastasia glanced up at the nurse. It was someone she recognized, a distant relative from Alastorâs family who had gotten married on May 1st this year. Both Anastasia and Alastor had attended the wedding.
âAnastasia, it really is you.â The nurse chuckled at Anastasia. âI saw Alastor at the obstetrics and gynecology department earlier. So, youâre here.â
Anastasiaâs fingers were starting to tingle.
Alastor appeared in the obstetrics and gynecology department, not for her, but for Felicia, it seemed.
âYou see, speak of the devil, and he appears,â the nurse quipped, turning around to see Alastor standing at the doorway of the room.
He had changed his clothes and didnât look as disheveled as he did at the police station.
He held a file folder in his hand, his demeanor extremely indifferent.
âAlastor, what a comcidence,â the nurse greeted Alastor and then left.
Alastor nodded and approached the bed, handing the file folder to Anastasia. âTake a look.â
Anastasia opened the file folder and glanced inside. It contained Alastorâs will declaration and a divorce agreement. âDonât be too greedy. This is already my bottom line,â Alastor said.
Alastor had not agreed to the terms and conditions after the divorce, where he would never marry Felicia, and Feliciaâs child would not inherit his estate