Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 253 I'm Thinking About Work and Grandpa Anastasia was conflicted. Seeing her father like this, she felt distressed and wanted to help him shoulder the burden.

How could she bear to let her old father beg a young man like Elliot? Even if they were to ask for help, she should be the one doing it. Even if she lost her pride, it was better than letting her father lose his.

However, Anastasia was distressed. On one hand, she was adamant about rejecting Elliot's compensation, but on the other hand, she was forced to ask for his help. Therefore, she was in a dilemma.

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Especially after seeing the nasty look on her father’s rival, it seemed like her father wouldn't be able to swallow his last breath if Lawrence acquired the company.

“I promise you that I'll seek help from President Presgrave, so calm down, okay?” Anastasia could only reassure her father so that he would calm down and let his heart rest.

“Really? That's great! In that case, | don’t have to be worried.” Francis nodded his head, feeling much more at ease.

As long as they had Elliot to back them up, Francis’ company would certainly be saved.

After a while, Anastasia checked her phone and was shocked by how much time had passed. “Dad, | have to pick Jared up now.

It's late.” “What? Hurry up and go now! I'll ask Alex to come over instead,” Francis urged.

With that, Anastasia left the ward and took a taxi to Francis’ office to pick up her car. She also called the teachers at school to look after Jared while she rushed over.

While Anastasia drove in the direction of the school, she felt as if there was a heavy stone on her heart. How was she going to ask Elliot about it? To her, that was the biggest problem on earth right now.

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In the evening, Elliot was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the president's office while holding a cup of coffee in his hands. As he elegantly sipped on his coffee, he stared into the distance with darkened eyes, looking like a beast that was waiting for its prey.

Why wasn't Anastasia calling him for help yet? The acquisition process of her father’s company had already started. Did Francis not mention anything about it to her? Elliot knew that Anastasia would come and ask for his help sooner or later, so when she made such requests the night before yesterday, he agreed without hesitation.

Everything was under his control for now, Anastasia’s every move included.

If there were no hiccups, she would most likely take the initiative to ask for his help. When the day came, he would do her a favor and return to her side.

Meanwhile, Anastasia finally arrived at the kindergarten to pick her son up. He was the last one to leave the school, and when she saw him sitting pitifully in the playground with the building blocks, she felt bad for him. She called out to him tenderly, “Jared, let's go home!” “Mommy, can't you ask Mr. Presgrave to come and pick me up if you're not free?” Jared inquired while holding her hand.

Anastasia reassured him, “We shouldn't trouble others for our own matters. I'll pick you up on time from now on, alright?” Jared nodded at that. Although he was young, he knew how to feel sorry for his mother.

When they reached home, Anastasia made a simple meal for Jared. She watched him eat his spaghetti with gusto, but she didn’t have any appetite. Her mind was currently full of thoughts about her father's request to seek help from Elliot. How was she going to start the conversation? She wasn't able to! However, she couldn't delay the request any longer. The acquirer was aggressive, and now that her father had a heart attack, the doctor advised him to relax and be stress-free.

While Anastasia was in a daze, Jared looked at her and asked, “What are you thinking about, Mommy? Are you thinking about Mr. Presgrave?” Anastasia was taken aback by her son's sudden question. Since he was staring at her with his big eyes, she felt her cheeks getting warm as she lied, “No. | was thinking about work and your Grandpa. He's fallen sick and is currently at the hospital now.” mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1

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