Chapter 929

Chapter 929

She stood by the fence outside looking at the scenery in the distance with her lips curling into a

faint smile.

Mia walked over. “You seemed to be very happy, Mrs. Marwood.”

Anne glanced at her and nodded. “It turns out Anthony and I have gotten our marriage certificate.

I've seen it myself.”

Mia then proceeded to carry out her duties. She took the opportunity to go to the servants’ quarters

and tipped off Bianca.

Bianca exploded in anger. “He bought that for me! Did he not spare my feelings at all?”

"Also, I asked Mrs. Marwood, and it turns out she and Mr. Marwood have gotten their marriage

certificate,” said Mia.

“That's impossible!”

“I think Mrs. Marwood would not have said that if it's false,” said Mia.

Bianca immediately hung up the call. She then used her contacts to check with the City Hall.

The result of her investigation almost made her faint. She collapsed on the couch and was so pissed

that she almost could not breathe.

Dorothy, who came downstairs, saw her daughter's condition and rushed over anxiously. “What's

the matter?

“Anthony and...Anne have gotten a marriage certificate together. That's what I've always wanted,

but it's owned by Anne now..." Bianca's tears streamed down her face.

How could she accept just a humiliating blow?I

“That's impossible. Anne has lost her memory now. This is just building castles in the air. It's all

fake.” Dorothy's first response was disbelief.

“I've already checked with the City Hall! Anthony and Anne are now legally married!” Bianca was

almost going crazy.

"How could that be...” Dorothy slowly sat down on the couch. “Anthony always hated Anne, didn't

he? No matter how he coaxed her, he didn’t have to go to such lengths and make such a huge

sacrifice, right? I'm suspecting whether Anne truly lost her memory. If this is her goal, then she has

succeeded!”

“If Anne was just pretending to lose her memory, Anthony certainly would be able to tell. However,

why would he get a marriage certificate with Anne? I can't wrap my head around it... just wrap my

head around it...” Bianca kept repeating herself. “Something must have gone wrong somewhere.

What could it be...?"

“Do you think Anthony likes Anne? Look at how your father was so bewitched by Sarah. Anne

absolutely is a vixen!”

"Anthony must have done this because he’s pissed at me. He is just pissing me off! I don't care.

Anthony is mine. Don't anybody think of snatching him away! As long as Anne disappeared,

Anthony's heart will return to me!” Bianca still did not give up.

She has fancied Anthony for so many years!

It would be worse than death for her to give up!

“Don't cry anymore. I'm heartbroken to see you like that!

“Mom, Anthony would return to my side, right? He still cares about me, right...”

"Of course. How could Anne compare to the affection between you and Anthony?” Dorothy

comforted her. She truly could not stand seeing her so upset. “Press on. We will defeat Anne. Don't

forget what led to Anne's car accident and memory loss. The problem between them still hasn't

been resolved.”

Bianca's eyes were filled with vicious schemes. “You're right. Now is still not the time to be sad. I

want to make the amnesiac Anne completely heartbroken!”

Anne walked down the stairs. Her mind was still not very clear after taking a nap, so she wanted to

get some fresh air to wake herself up.

She turned her head back and saw Anthony appearing at the railing of the stairs. He was a shadow

with a tall figure. Then, something seemed to flash across her mind, which caused her mind to

wander.

She could not help but think carefully about it. It took a toll on her, but she still caught the image

that appeared at that glimpse of the moment.

"Anne."

Anne regained her senses and looked at Anthony, who had come to her.

“Are you not feeling well?”

Anne lifted her small face and looked at Anthony's face that was so close to her, and her eyes lit up.

“I seem to have recalled some things!”

Anthony's body subconsciously tensed up and he controlled the expression on his face. “What is it?”