Chapter 316

Ashley was filled with regret. “I was just anxious and worried that if I entrusted this task to someone else, it might not be done well, so I took matters into my own hands,” Ashley admitted in a rush. “Tavon, what do we do now? You have to think of something.”

Ashley was scared, and he knew it.

Tavon was aware of Ashley’s plot against Anastasia, but he hadn’t expected such a foolish tactic.

“Anastasia hasn’t taken any action so far, and the police haven’t shown up yet. It means she hasn’t reported anything, so there’s still a chance to turn this situation around,”

Tavon analyzed. “Even if you hand over the evidence to the authorities, the Morton family’s influence would protect you. Plus, Anastasia shares our blood. No matter what, she’s family. She wouldn’t turn you into the police. However, this does mean she now has leverage over you.”

Ashley let out a sigh of relief at the thought that Anastasia might not report her to the police. But soon after, she snapped bitterly, “That cunning girl, she wouldn’t be thinking of blackmailing us, would she?”

“That’s not entirely impossible.” Tavon replied, puffing on his cigar. “Anastasia is very cunning. Your failure today proves she’s been suspicious of us and has been on guard. Smart girl.”

“You’re even praising her now,” Ashley seethed. “I knew that conniving girl wasn’t as simple as she seemed. She dreams of getting a third of the Morton family fortune. In her dreams.”

“Now that we’ve shown our true colors, the chances of her donating bone marrow to Sandy have vanished,” Tavon mused. “We’ll have to come up with another plan.”

“We’ve been waiting for so long, and we still haven’t found a suitable bone marrow match. Do you actually expect to use our son’s bone marrow to save Sandy? That’s absolutely out of the question.”

Ashley retorted in panic.

“Of course we can’t use Sean’s” Tavon agreed. “Sean is my only son. I wouldn’t risk his health to save our daughter.”

Tavon was a the kind of man who valued sons over daughters. He could love his daughter, but his son was undoubtedly more important. Only a son would be able to carry on the family business and take the Morton family to the next level.

Ashley was at a loss. “What do we do now? We can’t just let Sandy die.”

“Calm down. It’s not over yet,” Tavon said, puffing on his cigar. “If only Anastasia were a son. I’d seriously consider accepting her into the family.”

Regret laced Tavon’s voice. Anastasia was clever, meticulous, and cunning. She was indeed so much better than Sean.

Sean didn’t have the habits of a spoiled child, but his abilities were just average. He wasn’t cut out for business. However, if the company had Anastasia’s assistance, that changed everything. The company would remain in the Morton family, and Anastasia could work for them. After all, family was always better than outsiders.

Upon hearing this, Ashley flared up. “Are you gonna accept her? Tavon, we built this family together.

You cannot accept that cunning girl.”

“Relax, I was just thinking out loud. Go rest. I’ll make a call to confirm if Anastasia has reported us”

Tavon said, placating Ashley, who was still somewhat worried that Anastasia might have reported them.

After Ashley left, Tavon truly considered the idea of accepting Anastasia into the family. Sandy was weak, Sean was mediocre, but Anastasia was smart and resourceful, the perfect material for business.

Tavon puffed on his cigar, contemplating how to tame Anastasia, make her accept him as her father, and work for the Morton family.

Compared to Sandy’s illness, Tavon was more concerned about the growth of the Morton family’s business. Besides, Anastasia was beautiful, and beauty was a woman’s best weapon, making work more efficient. Tavon thought it over, deciding to work on convincing Salma. In his eyes, Salma was a foolish woman who could be easily swayed by sweet talk.

The next day, Anastasia woke up pondering how to maximize her benefit from the evidence she held.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Anastasia went to answer it.

Flynn entered with breakfast in hand. “I brought you breakfast. I hope my service is satisfactory. I hope you’ll put in a good word for me with my brother.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you,” Anastasia replied, taking the breakfast from him.”

Flynn followed her inside, his gaze inadvertently landing on a pair of men’s trousers on the bed. His eyes widened in shock. At that moment, a man’s voice came from the bathroom, “Darling, can you bring me my clothes?”

Flynn didn’t immediately recognize Herman’s voice. His eyes darted between Anastasia and the bathroom in horror.

“Anastasia…” Flynn was on the verge of tears. Was his sister-in-law cheating on his brother? And she wasn’t even trying to hide it? And he had to be the one to discover it?

What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just ignore it, but should he really talk to his older brother about it?

In a matter of seconds, Flynn had mentally played-out an entire soap opera scenario.

After giving the clothes to Herman, Anastasia returned to find Flynn looking troubled. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked.