Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 196

“Anastasia, you will still have your kid in the future,” Jason comforted her in a low voice.

“Hope so.” Anastasia took a deep breath. “You know what? When Harold’s knife stabbed me, I… unexpectedly felt a desire to

live.”

Anastasia herself was also shocked.

She probably did not want to die.

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After all that, she realized that nothing was more important than health.

Being alive meant countless possibilities for the future.

She shouldn’t continue to be trapped by Alastor’s side.

It was an endless loop.

“Anastasia, you deserve the best of everything.” Jason took a white rose and put it in her hand.

Anastasia looked up. “Why a white rose?”

“It’ll always be a white rose,” Jason responded softly.

No matter how Anastasia changed, she would always be the white rose in his heart.

“Jason, what you like is the version of me you’ve imagined, not the real me. Do you understand what liking someone is, what love is, what marriage is?” Anastasia sighed. “It means dealing with everyday hassles, necessities, and meals. Over time, we’ll have occasional quarrels and reveal our true colors and flaws. Eventually, even two people who cuddle up to each other will quarrel every day and become tired of each other.”

By that time, the person one loved the most would become the one they most hated.

“Don’t easily deny something that is yet to happen. You’re not even willing to give me a chance and yet already labeled me in your heart.” Jason snorted, snatched the white rose from Anastasia, and inserted it into the vase.

Anastasia helplessly looked at the bouquet of flowers. For some reason, her mood was much better.

“Don’t you need to go and take care of Grandma Penelope?” Anastasia looked at Jason.

She thought, “Would he be too tired this way?”

“I’ll

go

and see her later. There’s a caretaker with her.” Jason earnestly helped Anastasia peel an apple. “Eat some.”

Anastasia leaned against the headboard and looked at Jason. “What he just said seems to make a point. Should I give myself chance?” she thought.

Anastasia closed her eyes slowly and felt a headache.

She thought, “Forget it. I’d better not drag others down with my sick body. Jason comes from a family with ordinary conditions. I’m riddled with diseases, and my follow-up treatment requires a lot of money. I don’t want to drag him down.” “I told the nurse not to let anyone disturb you, especially the psychopath next door.” Jason cut the apple and put it and a fork in the lunch box. Then he put the lunch box on the overbed table in front of Anastasia.

Anastasia looked at the meticulous Jason and found herself in a complicated mood.

She thought, “Kimberly once said that when choosing between a poor guy like Jason, who has nothing, and a successful person like Alastor, who is wealthy and has a family background, one would surely choose Alastor… But it’s only through experiences that I come to understand what’s truly precious. Some people would rather cry inside a BMW than laugh on a bike. But sometimes, a scooter is enough to make people feel happy.”

Anastasia took a deep breath and looked at Jason. “I want to eat a Chili Dog.”

Jason was stunned for a moment. “It’s hard to digest…”

“Ask the nurse if I can eat it. If I can, help me bring one,” Anastasia whispered with a trace of pleading.

Jason thought for a while. “Okay, I’ll go and ask.”

Anastasia smiled and nodded.

Jason also smiled, feeling that Anastasia seemed to have come to terms with many things.

But he didn’t dare to ask more…

He thought, “It’s better this way. Whether Anastasia accepts me or not, I will stand behind her.” Anastasia took the initiative to send a message to the attending physician after Jason left.

She wanted to cooperate with the treatment.

She had decided to try and fight the disease even if she did not know what the result would be.

She thought about starting a new life.

It was a food street outside the hospital.

The nurse told Jason that it was okay for Anastasia to eat a Chili Dog as long as it was not too spicy. Hence, Jason came out to buy a Chili Dog for Anastasia.

Alastor’s car was parked on the roadside, which was particularly eye-catching in the night market.

The random car of his cost a few hundred thousand dollars. The ordinary working class would not be able to make so much money for the rest of their lives.

“Jason, let’s talk.”

Alastor opened the car window and looked at Jason, who was standing next to the food stall.

Jason frowned. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“The company you started is in its infancy! Is this not the most difficult stage?” Alastor said in a low voice. Alastor was confident that Jason would compromise. “I can help you and even give you everything you want.”