Chapter 1330

Chapter 1330

The phone in her hand rang, but her reflexes were slow due to her overwhelming

sadness.

It was when her phone almost stopped ringing that she answered the call, “Why did you say that

this was Anthony's tactic? Do you know where the children are?”

“The children are surely at the Royal Mansion. Anthony is doing this just to force you to appear,”

Tommy said gravely, “once you appear, you will fall into his trap.”

Anne thought so too, but she was panicking.

“The children are my heart and soul. I didn't wish to see this happen when I ran away

." Anne said while choking up.

“Anthony knows how you feel, which is why he came up with this strategy,” Tommy reminded her

seriously, “Anne, you must never show yourself. Do you understand? You must stay calm. You have

finally escaped. If you were to return, no one can help you anymore.”

“I know...” Anne's voice sounded hoarse as if she had just cried. “I won't return. After all, the children

are his own flesh and blood too.”

“That's the way to think. A father will not harm his own children. Just stay safe and sound here.”

After being consoled by Tommy, Anne ended the call.

Anne was much calmer. She walked to the balcony. Her gaze was listlessly aimed at the distance.

Her bright eyes welled up with tears and were filled with sadness.

Tommy told her not to look at her phone. As long as she did not look at her phone, she would not

be affected.

All she needed to think was that no matter what happened, it was all just Anthony's despicable

tactics.

Although she had promised Tommy, she still missed her children in Luton.

They were still so young and adorable. How could they suffer any harm?

Even if a father would not harm his children, she truly could not wrap her head around Anthony's

methods.

Was he capable of doing anything just to force her to show herself?

At the thought of Anthony's ruthlessness and obsessiveness, she...truly did not dare to guarantee

that it was all a conspiracy performance...

When she returned to her room, her phone rang. She thought it was Tommy.

When she saw that it was an unknown number, she figured out who it was and picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing? Did you go sunbathing by the beach?” Lucas’ low and melodious voice gently

rang in her ears.

“No, I'm sitting by the balcony.”

“The yacht will arrive in a few days. Wait a little longer. I'll take you out to sea.”

“Mr. Newman, if you're busy, you don’t have to come,” Anne said tactfully, “I'm fine here without

going out to the sea. To be honest, I'm already very happy right now..."

The world without Anthony, even breathing, felt liberated.

She just did not mention that she had been tossing and turning every night in her sleep. Even if she

had fallen asleep groggily, she kept having chaotic dreams every night only to forget them when

she woke up in the morning.

She was also afraid that Anthony would appear by her bed in the middle of the night, or he might

appear in her bedroom when she opened her eyes.

"Anne, you could ask for more,” Lucas said, “I hope that you'll return to the person in the past when

I first met you.”

“The first time we met was when I took the children together to the interview. How good could it

be?” Anne was stumped.

"Strong with light in your eyes. Even if you were rejected by me, you were not dejected.”

Anne thought back about who she was back then. She did not think that much, it was all for her

children.

However, back then, she had yet to arrive at the stage of despair when she was with

Anthony...

“I still have something I'm anticipating. I'll wait for the children to grow up and I'll go

see them.”

“Promise me that you'll treat yourself better in this period.”

Alright.”

"Do you miss your children?” Lucas paused for a while before asking.

“Yes, but I can't do anything about that,” Anne said sadly, “Once I have decided to leave, I have

already predicted my predicament.”

If she had another chance, she would still choose to escape. To die in Anthony's hands would truly

be a tragedy for the children that could not be erased.