Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 3 Refusing Their Favor

“Of course! I’ll go anywhere you go, Mommy!” the little guy beamed, his large eyes looking like glistening onyxes as they curved into crescent moons.

Anastasia couldn’t help musing over how beautiful the child was. Every time she looked at his little face, she felt a surge of comfort and gratitude, as though constantly in awe of how she had managed to birth such an adorable little one.

“Well, then, we best pack our things now. We’re leaving for the airport tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay!” The little one gave one firm nod, then dashed into his room to pack his things for the trip.

Anastasia heaved a sigh. She had been living abroad since her father threw her out of the house five years ago. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to go home as it was that she had no place in it.

She didn’t even tell her father after she had delivered her child while abroad, and now that she was going back to her homeland for her work and career, she had made up her mind to see the old man. He was still her father, after all.

Three days later, it was evening time at the international airport when Anastasia wheeled the baggage cart forward. Her son was seated on top of the large suitcase on the cart, and he gazed around in wonder. Everything about Anastasia’s homeland seemed to pique his interest, and there was a curious gleam in his sparkly eyes.

Presently, Anastasia had only just stepped out of the arrival hall when two men in suits walked up to her, thereafter greeting politely, “Miss Tillman, we have been sent here by Old Madam Presgrave, who has prepared a ride for you just outside the entrance. If you please—”

She blinked at them and said very courteously, “I appreciate the Presgraves’ kind gesture, but I have no need for a ride, thank you.”

“Miss Presgrave, the old madam truly wishes to see you,” the middle-aged man said respectfully.

“Please tell Old Madam Presgrave that it was my mother’s duty to save others, and that there is no need to repay the deed, at least not to me.” With that, she made to brush

took out his phone and informed dutifully, “Young Master Elliot, Miss Tillman has refused our offer to pick her

the backseat of the Rolls-Royce

nape, revealing a delicate and pretty face. Her skin was alabaster, and

to be around four or five years of age, and he wore a gray sweater with joggers, his thick and soft hair flopping

Anastasia crouched down and helped the little one straighten his clothes; there was no mistaking the gentle

mind, Elliot watched as the taxi Anastasia and her supposed child got

barely covered any distance when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller

when are you coming to see me? I’ve missed you.” Hayley’s coy voice whined

a little busy recently, but I’ll see you as soon as

“Promise?” Hayley asked coquettishly.

replied with forced

the couch sipping her tea when she heard her subordinates’ latest findings.

the child’s father never showed up, so we’re assuming that she had the child out of

young age…” Harriet Presgrave, otherwise more widely known as Old Madam Presgrave, sighed. Guilt surged through her as she thought about the brave female police officer who had died after sustaining eighteen fatal stabs from the ruffian who had

figure sauntered into the living room. It was Elliot, and

the seat next to hers and began to say, “Grandma, Anastasia kept refusing our offer,

mother who had a child out of wedlock. You must take care of the

He had thought that she would have given up on the matter, but as it turned out, she grew

way to repay her mother’s kind deeds and make it up

this, she shot him a frigid look and said, “No, that won’t do. You must marry Anastasia and protect

any good could come from a loveless marriage, but he couldn’t even reject his grandmother’s suggestion because she was set on repaying the sacrifice Anastasia’s mother had made all those years

sustained just to protect you. The amount of blood… The gruesome nature of the crime…”Harriet’s eyes were sad as she said this. Then, she looked up and cast her grandson a hard look, pointing out, “Taking care of her daughter is the least you could do. You