Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Meet Him

Anastasia went to see Grace after a few days. She was lucky this time and saw Grace had woken up.

The doctor allowed her to stay for a few minutes, but she couldn't disturb and irritate Grace.

She sat beside Grace's bed excitedly and cautiously, tears welling up in her eyes.

At the thought of the accident, she felt suffocated, as if her heart had been tightened.

But the perpetrator fell from the building.

They didn't even know if the perpetrator fell on purpose or not.

"Grandma..." She called out softly.

Grace's eyes gradually focused. She looked at Anastasia and stroked her hair.

Just a move had exhausted her strength.

She smiled as if she wanted to comfort Anastasia. But her smile gradually faded away, the light in her pupils gradually dimmed, and she slowly closed her eyes.

She fell into a coma again.

Anastasia hung her head in pain. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she wanted to cry.

But the next second, a big hand landed on her shoulder and brushed like a feather. The warm and cold cedar smell was familiar and strange, enveloping her in the person's arms. She stood up abruptly and looked at Christian, who suddenly appeared.

He wore a form-fitting shirt, straight and elegant, standing in the backlight as if shrouded in a halo. His body was bright as if surrounded by fine diamonds, making him look dazzling and noble. She was in a trance momentarily. He coincided with the unattainable man she had met for the first time three years ago.

Tears were welling up in Anastasia's eyes, and she looked pitiful and fragile. She rarely showed her fragility.

Actually, no matter whether she was strong and cheerful or weak and pitiful, Anastasia was always gorgeous and elegant. Christian withdrew his hand.

Looking at her with deep eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Don't cry. I have already contacted the research office in Marlandia, and I will send Grandpa and Grandma there next month." Anastasia was taken aback, as if she was a little surprised that he could accept her suggestion so easily.

On Christian's face was a hint of bitterness.

He said softly, "This is for their best. We have no reason to refuse."

The doctor knocked on the door, came in, and said gently, "Mr. Patterson, Ms. Graves, you may come out."

Anastasia looked away, regained her usual coldness, and walked out.

Christian followed her, fixing his eyes on her.

Standing outside the glass wall, Anastasia said, "That business card was given by a friend. You'd better investigate it carefully before making a decision. After all, it's serious." Christian pressed his lips, not dwelling on this question.

He asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you go back these days?"

He had moved for a long time but had never "encountered" her once.

He suspected that she was deliberately avoiding him.

Christian couldn't help feeling upset.

He had given her an out, but she refused to accept it.

Anastasia frowned. "This is my freedom."

Then, she turned and left.

Christian furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to leave, the doctor stopped him.

Anastasia went downstairs and saw Romy at the door.

Romy looked unhappier than last time.

She walked over, bit her lip, and said, "Ms. Graves, I found you through many channels, but you avoided seeing me. So I could only follow you here." Anastasia said indifferently, "I don't know you well. We have nothing to discuss."

"I would like to ask you to do me a favor. Don't you also want to deal with Beatrice? I get leverage on her. If you do something for me, I can tell you what it is."

Before coming to see Anastasia, Romy learned from Terence that Anastasia and Beatrice had held a grudge against each other for a long time.

Since there was an opportunity to deal with Beatrice, Romy didn't think Anastasia had a reason to disagree.

Romy looked at her nervously. Anastasia's facial features were delicate, and she behaved naturally in every move. She had an aloof and outstanding aura, gorgeous and alluring. How could such a person be willing to lose to Beatrice?

"Help me steal Beatrice's child!"