My Baby’s Daddy

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Chapter 504

“Francis! Francis…” Naomi began to cry and sat on the ground bawling while Erica hugged her as they cried

together.

Not to forget the remaining ‘actor’ Alex, who also looked solemn. He glanced at Anastasia whose face had paled

under the lights. Elliot, on the other hand, had been supporting her from the back and assisted her to the bench.

Now, how could Naomi miss such an opportunity? She rushed over suddenly and she slapped Anastasia before Elliot

could even react. A burning sensation grew on Anastasia’s face, but the very next second, a sturdy arm blocked her

as Elliot questioned in a deep voice, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“It’s you… You’re the one who did this to your dad! Why did you let him drink?! He had been fine taking his

medications regularly! It’s all because of you! You Presgraves are guilty of killing my husband!” Naomi seized this

opportunity to curse them hard.

This time, she even scolded the Presgrave Family.

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“Exactly! If my dad ends up in a vegetative state, you’ll be overjoyed, won’t you?!” Erica chimed in.

Anastasia’s ears went deaf for a few seconds as finger marks slowly appeared on her pale face.

Elliot could not bear to see her in such a state anymore. He glared at Naomi and Erica with cold eyes, then warned,

“I dare you to touch her again.”

His gaze was murderous. If Naomi were not a woman, he would have definitely fought back.

Frightened by his aura, she took a step back as Elliot’s gaze stopped her from acting aggressive.

“Mrs. Tillman, please calm down. Our priority is to save President Tillman at this moment.” Alex came to drag

Naomi away as he did not want her to cause any more trouble.

“Mom..” In truth, Erica was satisfied to see her mother slapping Anastasia.

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Anastasia covered her cheek and remained silent. If it was not for the nerve-wrecking and guilt inducing

circumstances that she was in, she would not have stayed quiet about this.

“Does it hurt?” Elliot gently touched the side of her face that had been slapped.

“It’s fine.” Anastasia shook her head.

Elliot’s eyes shot at Naomi once again like a dagger with a killing intent present through his gaze.

When Naomi’s eyes met his, she instantly jumped up in shock as she quickly thought of an excuse. “I’m going to the

bathroom.”

As she returned, Francis’ attending doctor, who was the Head of Neurology, came over and inquired, “What kind of

medicine does your husband usually take? What’s the dosage of the medicine? We found a residual pill in his mouth

just now. Why is it there?”

“Doctor, my husband usually takes supplements for his heart. He came back today and felt uncomfortable, so he

took a few more pills at a time. But before he could swallow the medicine. he fainted,” Naomi explained while

sobbing again.

Funny how the act of shoving pills down Francis’ throat has now become a voluntary act of his. thanks to her great

storytelling:

“He shouldn’t have prescribed his own dosage. In cases like this, you should have sent the patient to the hospital

right away, but you’ve delayed for way too long. That’s why you missed the golden hour.” After the doctor finished

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speaking, he left.

Although Anastasia was in grief, she was in a clear state of mind. She stood up beside Elliot and questioned while

looking at Naomi, “Why didn’t you send Dad to People’s Hospital and took a detour to this hospital instead?”

Naomi was startled, but Alex came over and apologized, “I’m sorry, Miss Tillman. It’s all my fault. I took the wrong

turn because I was not familiar with the road to the nearest hospital, so I ended up here.”

“I’m grateful enough that Alex came and took your father to the hospital. How dare you come at us for being late!

Did you think I was going to harm my own husband?” Naomi turned around and retorted aggressively. “What about

you?! When your dad passed out, where were you, and what were you doing?”

“She was busy preparing for her engagement, of course! Why would she even have time to care about her father?”

Erica insulted.

“Your father is in a coma and in a vegetative state. The audacity to even still think about engaging! Aren’t you

afraid of karma? How could you even do such an awful thing at a time like this?” Naomi scolded again as if

Anastasia becoming engaged was an unfilial thing to do.

Elliot’s eyes scanned the mother and daughter as their malicious intentions against Anastasia were getting clearer

by the minute…

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