It's already 4:30 in the morning.
The stitches on her abdomen were redone, and by the time she returned to the ward, she was awake!
Just before passing out, she was in a frenzy.
But now, she was like a shattered doll, devoid of any vitality.
Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and tears continuously flowed from the corners of her eyes.
She was silent, saying nothing.
It seemed she was digesting that heartbreaking news on her own!
Alvin Hargreaves was carefully looking at Anastasia's face, a rare occurrence.
In fact, Anastasia was really beautiful; apart from their unpleasant meeting, they were once harmonious and happy together!
She could cook, act coy, and amuse him; moreover, she would try her best to satisfy his perverse demands!
Even when he was without a hand and leg, she didn't abandon him; she was entirely devoted to him!
Even someone with the coldest heart would be warmed by her!
However, Anastasia seemed to have forgotten one thing:
