Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 65

Alastor’s body tensed for a moment, and he frowned at Anastasia with a look of disgust in his eyes. “You’re overthinking.”

Anastasia grinned in silence.

“Grandma asked me to buy you some fruits and ribs. You can handle them yourself.” Alastor gestured toward the ingredients on the table by the entrance, then turned around to leave.

“Alastor, are you doing charity by raising someone else’s child?” Anastasia felt an unexpected surge of unwillingness and was unsure why Alastor was getting on her nerves.

Alastor turned around with a composed expression and looked at Anastasia. “So, can you tell me now whose child it is?”

Alastor had never believed that the child in Anastasia’s belly was his.

“Why don’t you believe the child is yours?” Anastasia asked, her voice choking with emotion.

“Anastasia, we’ve been married for four years. You should know how cautious Ive been in our intimate moments. Even if there were an occasion where we forgot, I would remind you to take the contraceptive pills. Given all this, what are the odds that this child is mine?” Alastor lowered his gaze to look at Anastasia, his tone carrying a sense of interrogation.

Anastasia took a deep breath

Having been married for four years. Alastor indeed wasn’t a person with strong desires in that aspect.

Due to past traumas, Anastasia also had reservations in that regard, so she had never suspected anything amiss with Alastor.

It turned out, he simply didn’t have any feelings for her.

“This child, is it Jason’s or Xavier Alastor inquired once more, directing his question at Anastasia.

With her head lowered. Anastasia’s voice sounded numb. “It’s yours,” she stated the truth.

But Alastor didn’t believe it at all “Anastasia. Im waiting for your DNA paternity test.”

Anastasia smiled numbly “Okay”

Alastor gazed deeply at Anastasia, his eyes holding a depth of emotions, struggling to find words to say.

As he reached the doorway, Alastor addressed her once more. “I was the one who approached Sienna for your journal and that sketchbook. It was also me who pressed Sienna to reveal your relationship with Xavier. There’s no need for you to hold. a grudge against Sienna. If you don’t want others to know, the best way is to avoid doing it in the first place.”

He wasn’t particularly concerned about how Anastasia would manage her family affairs.

A single warning would be enough

Snowball’s meow echoed with protest as it desperately clung to its male owner.

The sensitivities of small creatures are perpetually delicate, and it likely intuited that the family was about to fall apart. “We’ve agreed to get a divorce, and in the future there won’t be any need for you to come back.” Anastasia stated in a hoarse voice as she gazed at Alastor.

“Don’t come back, I still wish to continue living,” she reflected

The ongoing hurt caused by Alastor would eventually bring about her downfall.

“Alright,” Alastor agreed, seemingly cager not to return. “Even if this child isn’t mine, this house still belongs to you.” He had already shown enough generosity and magnanimity toward Anastasia.

Anastasia smiled. “Snowball, come here.”

Snowball looked back at Anastasia and continued desperately trying to hold onto Alastor.

Alastor lowered his head and looked at Snowball, clearly becoming somewhat impatient. With one swift motion, he kicked Snowball away and left without looking back.

In a state of panic, Anastasia scrambled to her feet and rushed over to hug Snowball. She sat on the ground, feeling numb

for a while.

Because the love had faded, even the effort to pretend had become too much to muster.

He disliked children, and he had never liked small animals either.

Snowball was also startled, seeking refuge in Anastasia’s embrace, meowing incessantly.

While Anastasia continued to console Snowball, she was actually providing comfort to herself too.

Lake Snowball, she too was a forsaken wanderer, clutching onto a newfound haven of warmth, fighting to maintain her grasp, only to be callously cast aside in the end. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Perhaps the fate of wanderers was to forever roam. Destined to never find a foothold.

Anastasia visited Hork General Hospital for another round of check-ups. She had to exercise extreme caution to ensure the child’s safe growth.

“The baby is very healthy, but you…” The attending physician appeared somewhat concerned. “Anastasia, have you thought this through?”

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and Anastasia’s bulging belly had already begun to show signs of pregnancy.

If the pregnancy isn’t terminated in a timely manner, it won’t be feasible to do so at a later time.

However, given Anastasia’s condition, she wouldn’t be able to endure until the end of her ten-month term.

“Anastasia, there’s a team of experts from Atharia consulting with our Hork experts. They will provide the most authoritative treatment plan for your situation. You’re fortunate to have this opportunity, and I can help secure it for you. You don’t have much time to consider. If you insist on keeping this child, whether it’s a natural birth or by cesarean section, both will pose life-threatening risks to you. You might not survive, the doctor informed Anastasia with a grave tone.

Anastasia sat numbly on the stool, her voice hoarse as she finally spoke. “Doctor… give me some time. Just a little more time, please.”

“Alright.” The doctor nodded. “Christmas is just around the corner. Take your time to think it through. Come see me after Christmas.”

“Anastasia… Don’t you think you should discuss this with your husband or family? This isn’t a trivial matter…” the doctor asked in a hushed voice.

Anastasia smiled. She had become quite familiar with the doctor over time. “You’re aware of my family situation. My father is paralyzed, we’ve just finished the divorce lawsuit, and Meredith is in prison. There isn’t anyone left in my family…

She didn’t really have any family left.

The doctor sighed, “Life tends to be most fragile at its weakest points. That’s life.”