Chapter 77
“Anastasia, that’s enough! Do you think I’ll pity you if you do this? Do you think that I’ll help you?” Alastor shouted at Anastasia with his emotions out of control. “It’s all your fault. You deserve it!”
“Anastasia, did you listen to my warnings?” Alastor’s voice was hoarse and trembling-
“Anastasia! I can’t possibly help you for the rest of my life. I helped you suppress countless rumors, but this time… I can’t help you anymore. I gave Sienna money and a place of residence. Do you think I pity her? I’m pitying you….”
Alastor looked away in disappointment. “Anastasia, Sienna promised me not to send it out. You must have forced her into a
corner.”
Alastor gave Sienna accommodation to block her mouth.
Anastasia’s ears were buzzing so hard that she didn’t want to hear what Alastor was saying.
Pity her?
“Ha,” she thought.
“Anastasia, at this point, don’t you want to reflect on yourself?” Alastor looked at Anastasia and wanted to hear a trace of repentance from her.
Even if there was only a little regret, he might feel softhearted. He would come forward to help her get rid of the matter. However, Anastasia still smiled proudly and stubbornly. “Reflect on myself? What should I reflect on? Should I reflect on why I have nothing worthy of your love? Or why I allowed you to cheat even when I was your wife? Or… Why don’t we even have the most basic trust between us?”
Anastasia couldn’t sit on the ground anymore, so she had to lean against the wall and barely support herself.
“You’re really helpless.” Alastor looked at Anastasia with disappointment. He really felt that Anastasia was incurable.
Seeing what was going on at home, Alastor raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
He didn’t leave but went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of pesto pasta for Anastasia.
After four years of marriage, Alastor had never been in the kitchen, let alone cooked. It was his first time cooking for
Anastasia
Perhaps, he really thought that Anastasia was in a terribly pitiful situation.
Leaning against the wall, Anastasia kept wiping the blood flowing from her nose and her tears with her cuffs.
Felicia was so blissful and lucky to get Alastor’s love.
In the future, they must be very happy together.
Alastor’s pesto pasta was made proficiently. He must have cooked for Felicia recently.
“I’m so envious!” she thought.
She was so jealous that she wanted to go crazy.
After cooking a bowl of pesto pasta, Alastor thoughtfully made a poached egg.
However, his temperament was very cold, as if he wanted to draw boundaries clearly with Anastasia.
“I’ve already sent the divorce notice. It’s hard to reverse it. We… We’re destined to be together until this point. If Grandma asks about it, I hope you can cooperate and talk about it carefully. If you tell her that you have met a better person,
Grandma will unde vou
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