Powerful Papa With Triplet Babies Chapter 370

Chapter 370 It was no wonder that Anthony realized that Nigel had sold a house to her right away.

He had an apartment here as well.

Anne felt as shaken as she would if she saw Anthony eating fast food by the street.

She wanted to ignore it and leave, but a noise from the balcony startled her into looking back.

Anthony was leaning against the chair, and the glass in his hand slipped onto the ground, shattering

into pieces. Meanwhile, he seemed completely relaxed with his head tilted to the side, his eyes

closed and his face pale.

“Did he pass out? Can I pretend like I didn’t see him?’ she thought. She could not.

No matter how much she feared and resented Anthony, he was still the father of her children.

However, she could not simply call out to him as well, and calling Bianca was not an option either,

or Bianca would question how Anne came to find out where Anthony was.

The only person whom Anne knew the contact number of and would not have to worry about

words getting out would be Xander, but when she called, he did not answer.

In the midst of her frustration, she spotted the black-colored phone on the coffee table across that

belonged to Anthony.

She tried calling Anthony instead and crouched to hide behind the fences, leaving only her eyes out

to watch for any sudden movement.

Anthony's phone vibrated, but he remained asleep. The phone continued to vibrate on the smooth

surface of the table and eventually fell off of it. Anne widened her eyes in disbelief. “It's not my fault

if the phone broke. This is so annoying!’ She thought before standing i nd yelling, “Anthony!

Anthony Marwood!”

He did not respond, and she could not just ignore his state. Anne did not want to call the

ambulance. For someone as unpredictable as Anthony, she had no way of knowing whether he

wanted to be sent to the hospital. If he were provoked by it in the end, she would be the one who

suffered.

She shot a glance at the balcony that was a meter away. Terrified of height, she could not bring

herself to jump. However, there was an extended corner in the balcony, so she climbed up the

fences. Startled by the wind that blew upward, she turned her head away and pressed herself

against the wall with both her hands holding onto the windows as she slowly moved towards the

balcony.

Terrified, she could not bring herself to look down.

“Damn you, Anthony Marwood! If I die because of you, I am going to haunt you! Why am I even

doing this? I've been humiliated, tortured and controlled by you, and I'm now dying for you as well?

I just wonder if I owe you from our past lives,’ she thought angrily. She moved her legs steadily as

she took deep breaths. The wind was slipping through the gaps between her skin and her trousers

and she could feel the strength of her legs draining,

Chapter 370 It was no wonder that Anthony realized that Nigel had sold a house to her right away.

He had an apartment here as well. Anne felt as shaken as she would if she saw Anthony eating fast

food by the street.

She wanted to ignore it and leave, but a noise from the balcony startled her into looking back.

Anthony was leaning against the chair, and the glass in his hand slipped onto the ground, shattering

into pieces. Meanwhile, he seemed completely relaxed with his head tilted to the side, his eyes

closed and his face pale.

'Did he pass out? Can I pretend like I didn't see him?“ she thought.

She could not

No matter how much she feared and resented Anthony, he was still the father of her children.

However, she could not simply call out to him as well, and calling Bianca was not an option either,

or Bianca would question how Anne came to find out where Anthony was.

The only person whom Anne knew the contact number of and would not have to worry about

words getting out would be Xander, but when she called, he did not answer. In the midst of her

frustration, she spotted the black—colored phone on the coffee table across that belonged to

Anthony.

She tried calling Anthony instead and crouched to hide behind the fences, leaving only her eyes out

to watch for any sudden movement.

Anthony's phone vibrated, but he remained asleep. The phone continued to vibrate on the smooth

surface of the table and eventually fell off of it.

Anne widened her eyes in disbelief.

ing up and

“It's not my fault if the phone broke. This is so annoying!’ She thought before si yelling, “Anthony!

Anthony Marwood!”

He did not respond, and she could not just ignore his state. Anne did not want to call the

ambulance. For someone as unpredictable as Anthony, she had no way of knowing whether he

wanted to be sent to the hospital. If he were provoked by it in the end, she would be the one who

suffered.

She shot a glance at the balcony that was a meter away. Terrified of height, she could not bring

herself to jump. However, there was an extended corner in the balcony, so she climbed up the

fences. Startled by the wind that blew upward, she turned her head away and pressed herself

against the wall with both her hands holding onto the windows as she slowly moved towards the

balcony. Terrified, she could not bring herself to look down. “Damn you, Anthony Marwood! If I die

because of you, I am going to haunt you! Why am I even doing this? I've been humiliated, tortured

and controlled by you, and I'm now dying for you as well? I just wonder if I owe you from our past

lives,” she thought angrily.

She moved her legs steadily as she took deep breaths. The wind was slipping through the gaps

between her skin and her trousers and she could feel the strength of her legs draining,

knowing perfectly well that if she fell, even her mother would have a hard time recognizing her.

Anthony had simply lost consciousness for a moment from the pain in his stomach, but he had not

thought of calling anyone or taking any medication.

He frowned and slowly began to wake up, only to spot Anne clinging to the wall like a lizard. He

simply watched without a word as she struggled to move toward the side, her fingers going numb

from grabbing onto the edge of the wall. Just when she turned around to check how far away she

was, she met a pair of dark, brooding eyes.

Startled, she stumbled and fell backward. “Ah!!"

Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest as she fell. In the next moment, she stopped mid —air.

Anne looked up and saw Anthony grabbing onto her.

Her lips quivered as tears filled her eyes quietly, and he pulled her up with just one hand.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, he grabbed onto her face and questioned sharply, “Do you

even think before acting? The only acceptable way for you to die is for you to die in my hands!"

Both terrified and angry for being treated so rudely, she tore his hand away and touched the

bruised skin on her face. “Are you even human? Do you think I want to do that? You sat there like

you were dead and wouldnt respond when I called out to you, so I figured I could come to check

on you!” She walked over to pick his phone up from the ground. “Look at this and see for yourself. I

called you and Xander. Both of you wouldn't answer. How is this my fault?” Anne blamed him for

waking up all of a sudden, startling her into falling. Anthony took the phone and did not see any

missed call, so he looked up at her. “Do you think that I would let you go if you do this?"

She bit on her lips. She had only done so because he was the father of her children.

“I would appreciate it if you would be kind enough to let me leave,” she said.

He shot her a cold look before stepping towards the chair to sit down as he looked at his phone.

“Don’t you need to look into Cheyenne's death?”

“I'm not leaving the country, so I can still keep in touch with the local police. I trust that they will

eventually find who's responsible.”

At the moment, Anne was more concerned about her children and knew that she had to leave.

Without citizenship, she would not do anything at the moment.

“I've given you a chance,” he said calmly. Anne gritted her teeth. It did not matter if she and Sarah

were innocent or how she had acted out of kindness for Anthony's sake, he never intended on

letting her go. “If you are fine now, I'm going home.” She turned around to face the fences and

hesitated.