Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 35

Anastasia stopped laughing and looked at her son earnestly. “Jared, let’s not look for Daddy, okay? Mommy can raise you all by herself.”

“Grandpa said that it’s not right of my daddy to avoid taking responsibility, though. He has to be responsible toward you and me,” the little boy said with an adult-like expression.

Anastasia was speechless. Why did her father talk about such things with her son?

“Grandpa said that he will grow old and one day won’t be able to take care of us anymore.”

She could now feel the tears coming. Her father was worried that he would grow old and frail, hence unable to take care of her and her son. She tried to suppress the tears as she responded, “Be good, Jared. I’ll become strong and take care of both you and Grandpa.”

“Okay. I’ll also grow up quickly and be very tall, so I can take care of Mommy and Grandpa.” With that, the little guy returned to scarfing down his dinner.

Anastasia’s heart softened at his words. Her son was everything to her, so she absolutely must build a protective environment for him.

The next day was a Saturday.

It was early in the morning and she thought she wouldn’t have to go to work, but then she received a call from Felicia.

aren’t you here for

placed her hand to her forehead as she asked. Why was it necessary to work overtime when they were the local

customary to work overtime during

Can I bring my son to

agreed, for she

with kisses and told him,

with me to the office

to be still half-asleep,

and hailed a cab to the office. She had bought some bread

the cute boy

goodness! He’s too

forehead and a pair of huge bright eyes shone like jewels as they

your eyelashes curled when you were still in your mother’s stomach? They’re so long and curly!” Grace said

say that the host that night wasn’t too shabby himself

head lowered,

little guy looked at her in anger. “Miss, can you stop

Your face is just so squishy that I couldn’t help

call from Felicia.

Director Evans’ office for a while.

problem.” Grace gestured

carpark of Bourgeois, a low key yet luxurious Bentley had just pulled