Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 507

Chapter 507

Maybe I’m just reading too much into this, Naomi told herself. Meanwhile, Alex arrived at Hayley’s little

apartment and found her waiting for him. After a round of passionate tussling, she started asking him

about Francis. All he divulged was that Francis had suddenly collapsed and was sent to the hospital for

an emergency life-saving procedure.

Hearing about Francis’ situation, Hayley nodded. She was not angry when she sensed how wary and

secretive Alex was (toward her, seeing as the end she sought to achieve was for Anastasia and Elliot to

call off their engagement.

With Francis still in a coma, Hayley doubted that Anastasia would continue with the engagement; it was

not proper in light of the grim situation at present, and besides, the cheerful novelty of her upcoming

nuptials would have already worn off by now.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Anastasia could not sleep. She stood in front of the floor 10-ceiling window and

stared out at the hospital across the road. Worry was evident in her eyes, and for each day that

Francis stayed unconscious, she grew even more anxious. Elliot sighed softly and wrapped his arms

around her from behind. “Let’s get some rest, shall we?”

She leaned into his arms. At this moment, his embrace was the only thing. that kept her grounded when

everything else in her life was tossed up in the air. Faith came with the sense of calm that suddenly

washed over her; she was sure that Francis would wake up soon.

She somehow drifted into sleep as Elliot held her through the night, but it was not a restful slumber.

Elliot, on the other hand, hardly slept a wink, for he woke up as soon as he felt the slightest movement

from her.

Anastasia woke up the next morning and

heard Elliot speaking on the phone with Benedict, who had called to tell him that Francis’ condition had

not changed much. since last night, though there were several tests that the hospital had scheduled for

him.

“Anastasia, the facilities in the hospital are limited. We’re going to need you to sign the consent form if

we want to bring your father back to the hospital my family runs.”

I’ll do it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care if Naomi objects to it. You can bring Dad over to your hospital for a

thorough check-up and all other necessary procedures.”

Elliot nodded and immediately gave instructions over the phone. “Bring him. over to the hospital and run

all the necessary tests.”

Having taken her breakfast, Anastasia headed over to the hospital to sign the patient transfer paperwork.

It wasn’t until she saw her father being wheeled into an

idling ambulance that she felt hope course through her. She prayed furtively that Francis would receive

better treatment over at the Presgraves hospital.

The ambulance had only just left when Anastasia’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and upon

seeing Naomi’s name flashing on the screen, she knew

that her stepmother had already found. out about Francis transfer to the Presgraves hospital.

“What is it?” Anastasia demanded fearlessly, sparing no niceties as she picked up the phone.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Anastasia! Who gave you the right to have your father

transferred to another hospital? Your father is in no condition to be moved around willy-nilly! You better

pray that he wakes up, because if he doesn’t, then you’ll have hell to pay!” Naomi snapped belligerently

on the other line.

“I’ll take full responsibility for anything.

that might happen,” Anastasia replied. curtly. “He’s my father, and I want him to wake up more than

anyone else, especially you.”

“Save your false sentiments for the fool who will believe it, Anastasia. You just want your father to die so

that you can take over his company. That’s it, isn’t it? 1 know exactly how that mind of yours works, you

wench! You’ve been eyeing his

company all along! Naomi accused, twisting the situation: to make it sound like Anastasia was the one

with ill intentions.

Anastasia was so enraged by this that she trembled. She knew Naomi was only razzing her up, but her

blood still boiled all the same. “I don’t care what you say. All I want is for Dad to get the best treatment

there is.” She decided to ignore the wretched woman after this.

‘I refuse to let my husband be treated at Presgrave Hospital. I don’t feel good about it, and I demand that

you have him. sent back to the General Hospital at once!

You hear me?!” Naomi roared.

Without another word, Anastasia ended the call and turned to address Elliot, who had been standing at

the side all this while, ‘Let’s go.”

Presently, Naomi gritted her teeth as she sped over to the hospital. “That useless wench hung up on

me!”

“Mom, what do we do? Presgrave Hospital has state-of-the-art facilities and some of

the best doctors in the world. If Dad regains consciousness after receiving treatment there, then all our

efforts will be for nothing!” Erica wailed.

“We’re going to Presgrave Hospital right away. I’m going to bring my husband back to General Hospital

no matter what!” Naomi seethed, making up her mind to use the wife-card to her advantage.

Over in Francis’ most trusted law firm, Alex was in the middle of a conversation with a middle-aged man.

On the table

was an agreement with a bank card laid on top of it. “I heard that you’ve racked up quite a lot of gambling

debts, Mr. Smithers, but I’m sure that the money in there is enough to help you tide things over,” Alex

pointed out matter-of-factly.

“Looks like you came prepared, Mr. Hunter. How is President Tillman doing?”