Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 55

“Anastasia, Anastasia.

“Wake

1. it’s time to eat something, or your stomach won’t hold up.”

When Anastasia woke up, it was already the next day’s afternoon.

Jason was sitting by the bedside, looking serious.

“Awake?” Jason got up and poured Anastasia a cup of warm water. “Rinse your mouth, and don’t move around.”

Anastasia moved slightly and felt a sharp pain in her chest. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I called the police.” Jason’s face did not look good, and there was a wound on the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, he had gotten into a fight with someone.

“So many years have passed, and you’re still so impulsive. Anastasia looked at the injury on Jason’s face and spoke hoarsely. “Fighting comes with consequences. Whether you win and end up at the police station or lose and end up in the hospital, it’s never pleasant.”

“So, you lost the fight?” Jason’s voice was low as he held the water cup to Anastasia’s lips for her to drink and rinse her

mouth.

It was then that Anastasia noticed that her right forearm and shoulder were tightly bandaged.

“Your collarbone is broken, and your right arm has a fracture,” Jason said in a deep voice.

“I… I fell by myself,” Anastasia avoided his gaze.

She did fall on her own.

“Anastasia, protecting an abuser will only turn the pain you suffer into a joke.” Jason’s face looked grim, and his tone was not friendly.

Anastasia was momentarily stunned. “An abuser? Did he misunderstand Alastor as an abuser?”

“The police checked Alastor’s time of leaving the house and the time you got injured. You can demand an injury assessment and file for divorce,” Jason could not understand why Anastasia insisted on something.

“I told you. I fell by myself. Did you really call the police?” Anastasia looked at Jason in shock, trying to sit up with her left arm, but the pain in her collarbone was intense.

“You’re still trying to protect him” Jason was angry. “He has been taken away by the police.”

“Jason, stop assuming things. I’m telling you, I fell by myself!” Anastasia gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as she sat up and reached for her phone. “I’ll go and clear things up with the police.”

“Anastasia, you’re so disappointing Jason watched Anastasia, who was getting up in a hurry, his voice hoarse.

Anastasia was in a terrible state, and the doctor told Jason that if he had not brought her to the hospital in time, she could have had heart failure and died.

Jason thought to himself. “She caused multiple fractures to herself? Are bones that fragile? Such an implausible excuse could only be said when Anastasia was protecting Alastor.”

“Anastasia… You’ve really changed over the years.” Jason stood by the window, filled with disappointment.

Anastasia felt a sharp pain in her heart, turned her head with teary eyes, and looked at Jason.

The young boy had grown into an adult, but he could no longer give Anastasia the sense of security she once had.

Jason stood by the window, backlit, looking lonely and disappointed.

Anastasia let out a sarcastic laugh. “Who do you think you are to me? Mind your own business.”

-Jason frowned, and his fingers slowly clenched into fists.

“Then why did you call me?” Now that Anastasia did not want Jason to interfere, why would she call him? “Do you know that if it wasn’t for your cat going crazy, disturbing the neighbors and making me and the doctor find your location in time, you could have died?”

‘I dialed the wrong number. Anastasia turned her back to Jason and fell silent for a long time before speaking again. Til transfer the hospitalization and treatment expenses to you.”

Jason did not say anything, but the disappointment in his eyes grew heavier.

In his opinion, Anastasia had changed in a way he no longer recognized.

Six years ago, Anastasia, though quiet and silent, was never weak or passive.

She would quietly gather evidence and report male students who spread rumors about her to the principal’s office.

She would watch coldly as those people apologized and begged for forgiveness, without a trace of mercy.

But she would also use her hard-earned money from part-time jobs to treat injured stray cats on her way home.

He once asked Anastasia, “Why do you work so hard to earn money, yet you still want to rescue stray cats?”

She said. “I hope to encounter a kind divine being who would rescue me, just like that stray cat.”

Anastasia thought, “I hoped someone would appear, love, and protect me. Someone that can give me a home.”

Jace asked Anastasia when he was still young if, in her eyes, he was like a stray cat. “Anastasia, is that why you took me home? Am I like a stray cat?”

Anastasia replied, “You’re like a stray dog.”

The two of them laughed together in that dim and musty rental room.

“Jace… Because you’re so much like me.

“We’re both just stray dogs abandoned by parents.”

In Jace, Anastasia saw her own reflection.