Chapter 57
“Sign here.” One of the police officers handed a document to Anastasia.
“It’s important to communicate well between spouses and show care for each other,” the older police officer advised Alastor. “Don’t wait until your wife ends up in the hospital with a bone fracture without knowing what’s happening.”
He then turned to Anastasia. “You, too. If you have something, call your husband. Calling other men, of course, would lead to a fight.”
Anastasia listened in silence, unable to help but contemplate, “Call Alastor? Well, I most likely would have ended up dead last night.”
Anastasia let out a sarcastic laugh and signed the document.
Alastor stood by Anastasia’s side, and the two of them didn’t communicate throughout the entire process.
The police officers also noticed it, but they didn’t say anything
It was hard for an outsider to meddle in domestic affairs.
“Did you just come from the hospital? You don’t look well,” the older police officer asked:
Anastasia remained silent.
“Let your husband take you back,” the police officer instructed Alastor to escort Anastasin.
Alastor simply looked at Anastasia with indifference without saying anything
“No need…” Anastasia shook her head.
It appeared as though Alastor had been waiting for Anastasia’s “no need.” The moment she uttered those words, Alastor departed without even glancing back.
“Hey? Ma’am” one of the officers exclaimed.
“Ms. Lawson?” Another officer, who was closer to Anastasia, quickly reached out to help her up.
Alastor hadn’t reached the door yet, and Anastasia couldn’t stand still any longer.
She lowered her head and wiped away the dark nosebleed, but suddenly her vision went black, and Anastasia fell to the ground.
The police officers rushed over and called 911 in a nervous state.
As for Alastor, he paused at the doorway, glanced back, and then left without even looking back.
It was as if Anastasia was a total stranger with no connection to him whatsoever.
Numbly, Anastasia lay on the ground, her gaze feeble as she watched Alastor’s retreating figure.
Anastasia observed everything. Felicia rushed nervously toward Alastor and embraced him, and Alastor comforted Felicia. And finally, Anastasia saw them leave together in a car.
This tragic life. It seemed like Anastasia must have committed heinous sins in her previous life.
Inside the hospital, when Anastasia regained consciousness, darkness had settled outside.
She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious.
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