My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Odd Behaviour
Tracie watched Fiona step inside the hospital without looking back. When the latter had disappeared from her sight, she entered her car and waited for Fiona to come back.

She wasn’t going to give up until Fiona had revealed what she’s been hiding.

Tracie didn’t give up though.

She waited for Fiona when her mind suddenly wandered off to when she’d touch Fiona and the latter flinched in pain.

“Was she hurt? That’s why she came to the hospital?” She wondered.

**

In Xattlewood,

Julian was at his home, waiting for the next update he would get regarding Anastasia’s condition from the doctor.

It’d been almost a week since she escaped and not even Xander or Samantha once suspected that it was a different woman they’d buried.

Julian had devised a simple excuse for the missing surrogate, claiming she was still recovering. With Samantha preoccupied managing countless surrogates and sex slaves, it was nearly impossible for her to notice the truth—that the surrogate was already dead.

Julian was watching the doctor examine Anastasia. Her facial reconstruction surgery had already been conducted, and he could only hope it wouldn’t be a problem later in the future when she was already awake.

The doctor walked up to Julian. “She’s much more stable than she was last week. So far, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How long will it take before she wakes up?” He asked.

The doctor hesitated, his expression grave as he considered the best way to explain. “The damage to her skull was severe. It could take months, perhaps even years, for her to regain full functionality—if at all. There’s also the risk of complications along the way, so we’ll need to monitor her condition closely.”

With gritted teeth, Julian nodded in understanding so the doctor left. Julian gave one of his guest rooms to a nurse who could be around, watching Anastasia while the doctor checked on his patients at the hospital.

The room was now quiet with only the beeping sound coming from the heart monitor breaking the silence once in a while.

All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door.

The door opened and Emma walked inside carrying her big teddy bear that was half her height.

“Dad.” She ran into Julian’s arms. “Is your friend getting better?” She asked with concern laced in her tone.

Within the week that’d passed, Julian had decided to tell Emma that the woman in the guest room was a good friend of his who was sick and needed urgent treatment.

Although he lied about Anastasia being a friend, a tiny part of him wanted them to be friends.

“She will be fine,” he replied. He felt bad for lying to his daughter but he couldn’t risk taking Anastasia to an actual hospital to get treated.

Emma wrapped her arms around her father, pecking him on the cheeks and a warm smile stretched to the corners of his lips.

Emma was a replica of his wife, and his heart ached each time he had to see her in Emma.

“She will be fine,” he repeated and she nodded in understanding.

**

In Radiantia,

“What are we going to do now? The coffin maker said he had no idea how the coffin he made had ended up there?” Kace questioned, looking at Maxwell for answers.

They’d met and spoken with the coffin maker who went by the name Mr. Frollins. He’d informed them he had no idea how one of the coffins he’d made had ended up in the hands of Xander.

They didn’t believe him until he revealed all the orders and where the coffins were being shipped. However, in none of those cities have they spotted Xander in the CCTV cameras.

They also had to travel to all of the cities. Unfortunately for them, none of their findings led them to Xattlewood.

“Maybe Xander had randomly stolen a coffin and used it?” Maxwell asked which got him a raised eyebrow from Kace who was venting. “I don’t know what to think.”

They were in the hideout while Xavier was at the Wallace mansion after being called over by the old Wallace to have a few words with him after Mr. Wallace had shared the news regarding Ana’s death.

**

“My poor sweet Anastasia isn’t dead right?” Old Wallace cried and Xavier shook his head in denial. Although he couldn’t prove it, he was sure Anastasia wasn’t dead.

He shot a subtle glare at his father, displeased that he had shared the news with his grandmother—the very news he believed she didn’t need to know. After she had nearly suffered a heart attack just months after Anastasia’s kidnapping, the doctor had strictly warned them against giving her any information that could jeopardize her fragile health. Yet, as always, Mr. Wallace had chosen to ignore that advice.

“Grandma, Anastasia isn’t dead and I can assure you of that. She’s not dead at all.” He tried to convince her but she made it obvious she wasn’t listening. If they didn’t calm her down soon, she might experience another heart attack. “I’ll bring Anastasia back home. I promise you that. Anastasia is going to come back to us.”

After old Wallace seemed to have calmed down a bit, Mrs. Wallace gave her drugs and Xavier helped her lay on the bed.

They left the room and made sure not to make any sound.

As soon as they reached the living room, Xavier faced his father.

“And what kind of move were you trying to make by telling Grandma what happened?” he questioned, his glare sharp and unwavering. His voice was filled with restrained anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Sensing the rising tension, his mother quickly stepped between them, her hands raised in a calming gesture. She cast a wary glance at both men, ready to intervene if things escalated further.

“I only did what was right? She needed to know that the granddaughter-in-law she was praying for to see was no more. You know, I wouldn’t have had to tell her if you’d just picked up my call for once,” Mr. Wallace defended. After the little stunt he’d played in Xavier’s house the other time, the latter had blocked him everywhere, and had restricted him from coming to his house.

With gritted teeth, Xavier responded. “If anything happens to Grandma, you are to be blamed for it.”