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Chapter 183
Jason stared at Anastasia in a daze. “Do you still love him?”
“No, I don’t love him anymore…” Anastasia’s voice was hoarse.
“In that case, after your divorce, I’ll take care of you…” Jason averted his gaze before adding, “And the
child.”
“You’re crazy.” Anastasia’s eyes reddened, and she turned to walk away.
The proceeds from her art exhibition were enough to support her child.
Even if she died, she could leave some money for her child.
Deep down, she had already made up her mind.
Once the child was born, she would send it to her uncle, Brendan Foster, who was living in the
countryside.
Anastasia had an uncle who had played a crucial role in her survival after her mother’s death.
He was poor and disabled but strong-willed. He and his wife, Ciara Foster, had never had children of
their own and had considered raising Anastasia. However, the lack of good educational opportunities in
their hometown, combined with Anastasia’s love of art, led them to abandon the idea.
Brendan would travel a considerable distance to visit Anastasia each month, despite being disabled,
just to bring the pickles that Ciara had made.
Brendan paid her numerous visits during her university years but was mocked by her classmates.
Brendan eventually stopped coming, possibly because he did not want Anastasia to be embarrassed.
Brendan was always happy to see Anastasia when she returned to spend the holidays with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, after she married Alastor, her uncle stopped visiting the city.
In fact, he never bothered Anastasia and never called her.
Anastasia understood that her uncle and aunt were worried that she would not be able to carry herself
with dignity in the Lopez family.
They were concerned about making Anastasia feel uncomfortable because they were poor
relatives.
Over the years, Anastasia had sent money to Brendan and Ciara, but they always returned it, saying
that they hadn’t really raised her and wanted her to live a good life.
Anastasia was well aware that the two of them had long desired to have their own child. Even after all
those years, they had not given up. Ciara was already in her forties, but she continued to use traditional
medicine to increase her chances of having a child.
Nonetheless, all their efforts had been in vain.
If she gave birth to the child and entrusted it to them, they would undoubtedly treat the child as their
own.
She would also leave her entire savings for them.
Anastasia believed that Brendan and Ciara would provide the child with the best education and a
warm, loving home.
“I really can look after you.” Jason was afraid that Anastasia would not believe him. “We can go to the
City Hall together tomorrow. After you get your divorce certificate, we can get the marriage certificate.”
Anastasia looked at Jason resignedly. “Are you out of your mind? Do you really want to raise someone
else’s child?”
“It’s not someone else’s child. It’s yours.” Jason frowned.
Anastasia let out a sigh. Anastasia found it hard to believe that such a fool had managed to survive that
long. “Jason, I do not feel that way about you.”
“I do.” Jason blocked Anastasia’s path. “Unless you despise me for being poor.”
Anastasia was left speechless by Jason’s persistence. “You’re young. Can’t you find someone who
hasn’t been married before?”
“No.” Jason frowned.
“You’re so…” He was totally unreasonable in her opinion.
“Are you afraid? Do you worry that you might develop feelings for me after we get married?” Jason
attempted to provoke
her.
“Do you see me as a young woman who has recently graduated, Jason? Do you think I will marry you
solely because of your provocation? I could have done it four years ago. After all, I married Alastor after
only meeting him once. However, I will not do so now because I have already been caught in that trap
once.” Anastasia laughed helplessly while shaking her head. “How about giving it another shot?” Jason
fixed his piercing gaze on Anastasia. “What makes you so afraid?”
Anastasia looked at Jason and took a deep breath.
In reality, she was truly afraid. After everything Jason had done for her, she found it difficult to resist
falling in love with
him.
If she were in good health and had a long road ahead of her, she might consider it.
“Jason, I just want to be alone. I have been truly grateful to you throughout this time, and I have also
caused you a lot of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtrouble…”
Anastasia sighed and planned to leave Hork the next day after finalizing the divorce.
She would travel to her mother’s hometown to visit Brendan and Ciara. Then, she would give birth
peacefully and spend the rest of her life in tranquility.
“Jason, the road ahead of you is still long, and I sincerely hope you meet someone who treats you well
in the future.”
After separating from Jason, Anastasia went to a hotel.
She did not have a home to return to, and the hotel was only a stopover for her.
“Anastasia, I discovered that someone was assisting Sienna during the time she went missing. A
substantial sum of money has also been deposited into her account. Someone must be using her. It is
definitely related to Felicia, but she does not have the ability to do it herself.” Jayden called Anastasia.
It implied that Felicia had accomplices.
“It doesn’t matter.” Anastasia suddenly didn’t want to investigate further.
The police had already taken Sienna away, so the truth did not matter anymore.
Anastasia felt that her reputation was also no longer important.
“Alastor and I are divorcing tomorrow.”
Suddenly, there was an unexpected knock on the hotel door.
Anastasia opened the door, mistaking it for a hotel janitor.
Outside, a masked man wielding a knife lunged at Anastasia.
“Anastasia? Anastasia!”
Hearing the commotion, Jayden, who was on the other end of the line, cried out Anastasia in alarm.
Anastasia leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor with rapid breathing.
At that moment, all she could think about was her unborn child,