Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Maybe I’m just reading too much into this, Naomi told herself. Meanwhile, Alex arrived at Hayley’s little apartment and found her waiting for him. After a round of passionate tussling, she started asking him about Francis. All he divulged was that Francis had suddenly collapsed and was sent to the hospital for an emergency life-saving procedure.

Hearing about Francis’ situation, Hayley nodded. She was not angry when she sensed how wary and secretive Alex was (toward her, seeing as the end she sought to achieve was for Anastasia and Elliot to call off their engagement.

With Francis still in a coma, Hayley doubted that Anastasia would continue with the engagement; it was not proper in light of the grim situation at present, and besides, the cheerful novelty of her upcoming nuptials would have already worn off by now.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Anastasia could not sleep. She stood in front of the floor 10-ceiling window and stared out at the hospital across the road. Worry was evident in her eyes, and for each day that

Francis stayed unconscious, she grew even more anxious. Elliot sighed softly and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let’s get some rest, shall we?”

She leaned into his arms. At this moment, his embrace was the only thing. that kept her grounded when everything else in her life was tossed up in the air. Faith came with the sense of calm that suddenly washed over her; she was sure that Francis would wake up soon.

She somehow drifted into sleep as Elliot held her through the night, but it was not a restful slumber. Elliot, on the other hand, hardly slept a wink, for he woke up as soon as he felt the slightest movement from her.

Anastasia woke up the next morning and

that Francis’ condition had not changed much. since last night,

you to sign the consent

it,” she said firmly. “I don’t care if Naomi objects to it. You can bring Dad over to your hospital for a thorough check-up and all other necessary

him.

sign the patient transfer paperwork. It wasn’t

hope course through her. She prayed furtively that Francis would receive better treatment over at

just left when Anastasia’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and upon seeing Naomi’s name

already found. out about

sparing no niceties as she picked up

in no condition to be

take full

might happen,” Anastasia replied. curtly. “He’s my father, and I want

it, Anastasia. You just want your father to die so that you can

Naomi accused, twisting the situation: to make it sound like

but her blood still boiled all the same. “I don’t care what you say. All I want is for Dad to get the best treatment there is.” She decided to ignore the

be treated at Presgrave Hospital. I don’t feel good about it, and

hear me?!” Naomi