Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 78 Torture by the Old Scar

When Beatrice heard this, all she could feel was hopelessness. She gritted her teeth angrily. "They are Christian's grandparents, the founders of the Patterson Group! You are screwed..." Never had she ever thought that the old lady dressed like a nurse was actually Christian's grandma.

She was insane at the time!

The woman on the other side of the phone went silent for a while, and then her tone became sharp.

"We are both screwed. You only gave me a photo, and you didn't tell me who it was. If you don't give me money, I'll turn myself in, and you won't get away with it either!"

Beatrice felt a little panicked when she heard this and said quickly, "Don't, don't turn yourself in, Mom. You've got to help me!"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? Those two old things know your secret. It's better if they are dead. Once they are gone, no one will know what happened three years ago. Give me the money, and I'll leave right away. No one will suspect you!"

Beatrice's heart was beating violently as if she was falling into the abyss of desperation.

She choked and compromised.

"Fine, try your best to get away with it!"

She couldn't lose everything she had just obtained.

The third day, Anastasia learned in the company that Grace was in a coma and that Chad was likely to become a vegetable.

She couldn't suppress her grief and went to the hospital several times. Every time she got there, and she would run into Christian. Because of what had happened to Grace and Chad, she was not as cynical as before, but she was not enthusiastic either.

A few times, Beatrice saw Christian walk her out of the hospital.

But this time, Beatrice showed up at the hospital as soon as she arrived.

She stood there weakly, looking at Anastasia innocently.

"Ms. Graves, shall we talk?"

"I have nothing to talk to you, do I?"

Anastasia was impatient and didn't even give her a glance.

Beatrice lowered her eyes pitifully. "But it's about Grandma."

She could see how much she cared about Grace and knew that she would only agree to talk if she said these words.

She was right.

Anastasia took a quick look at her. "What do you want to talk about?"

Beatrice put on a pitiful look.

"Let's go talk elsewhere. It's not convenient here."

She pointed to the rest area nearby. Since this place was only served for VIPS, the facilities here were complete, similar to those in high-class hotels.

Anastasia lowered her head and walked over.

Beatrice sat across from her, smiling with her delicate eyes and a bit of shyness.

"I know that it was you who exposed my secret at the banquet last time, but I don't blame you.

"It's true that Charlie isn't Christian's child, but he promised he would treat him as his own. As long as he was born to me, he would like it. And we plan to have a few children of our own..."

"Are you finished yet? I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense!"

Anastasia interrupted her indifferently.

Thinking of her unborn child, she felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

It was like a scar that had just scabbed, and now it was torn apart bloody again.

She felt pain all over her body, but she had to hold back her emotions.

Entirely immersed in her own happiness, Beatrice didn't care about her indifferent attitude. She then said aggressively, "Anastasia, I really hate you because you are such a hypocrite. You can pretend that you don't care about the Patterson family or Christian, but you can't forget that unborn child, right?

"If you really don't care about those things, why should you care about that kid?"