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Anastasia was still groggy, and her voice was soft. “What?”
Felton’s heart melted, but he soon hardened himself and said
sternly, “Drop the act!”
“What the heck are you talking about? Felton, if you need help,
don’t mind taking you to the mental hospital. Stop bugging me!”
She hung up the phone decisively.
She wanted to go back to sleep again, but after his call, she
wasn’t sleepy anymore.
After tossing and turning for a while, she sat up irritably and
cursed Felton angrily.
Just then, Hobert knocked on the door and walked in with a
tray. “Sweet Anastasia, you’re awake. Give this a go–it’s the
breakfast the chef made especially for you.”
He put the tray on the table and even eagerly arranged the
tableware properly.
As Anastasia’s gaze fell upon the pink plate, the pink baking
bowl, and the pink spoon in the shape of a cat, she felt
somewhat speechless.
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Did Hobert still think of her as a three–year–old?
Hobert soon finished arranging everything and looked at her
with a smile. “Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”
She immediately stopped rubbing her eyes and jumped up. “I
can manage.”
Then she washed up quickly. Walking out of the bathroom, she
pulled out a pink hairband from a drawer. Though she looked at
it with undisguised disdain in her eyes, she still put it on.
As Hobert looked at her with an affectionate smile, she enjoyed
the breakfast while watching the news. “Hobert, did you get
someone to hit Felton?”
Hobert was a bit embarrassed and more than a little uneasy.
He scratched his head and cleared his throat. “I… It was an
impulsive decision. I couldn’t help it when I thought that bitch
Raquel actually hired someone to kill you. Essentially, it was all
Felton’s fault, and of course, I’d make things right for you.”
Anastasia browsed the news and couldn’t help but laugh as she
saw Felton standing among a mess of smashed watermelons.
She grabbed Hobert’s arm while laughing nonstop. “Hobert,
why did you hire a watermelon seller? You should have got a
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dirt truck driver instead. I’d love to see him eat mud.”
Hobert was worried she might get upset. Her smile relieved him
greatly, and he sat beside her.
“Good idea. Let’s do that someday,” he said.
“I was just joking. Hobert, since when did you become so
childish?” Anastasia felt a bit helpless.
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“He might be caught off guard the first time, but if it happens
again, he may catch you and send you to prison,” she added.
“I just want you to be happy. I know you’ve just been pretending
to be happy all this time.” Hobert looked at her worriedly.
She finished eating breakfast and wiped her mouth. “I’m fine.
Don’t worry. I’m not that fragile.”
He knew she was tough, but his heart still ached when he
thought about how she had been treated, and he couldn’t resist
the urge to teach Felton and Raquel a lesson at all.
He said, “I’ve called the police, and they’ll soon find out it was
Raquel who hired those thugs to kill you yesterday. I can’t wait
to see the look on Felton’s face when he learns her true colors.
It’ll be a huge slap in his face.”
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Lounging in the chair, Anastasia shook her head. “It won’t
change anything. He’ll still believe the same even if you put all
the evidence right in front of him.”
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“Really? He’s that stupid, huh? I’m afraid he’s gonna ruin the
Gutierrez family’s business sooner or later,” Hobert scoffed.
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“Though he’s a jerk, I don’t think he’s that stupid. Maybe you’re
being a bit too pessimistic.”
Meanwhile, Raquel was sitting next to the hospital bed, looking
at Felton through tears.
In a hospital gown, Felton lay in bed. Though he was already
extremely exhausted, he still comforted her gently, I
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got hit by a bunch of watermelons is all.”
Saying this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit upset. If it were
Anastasia, she would’ve been following the doctors, asking
about his condition. Yet, all Raquel did was sit by the bed,
crying.
